#this is what i was referring to in my last post

[genderlessghoul]

In light of recent events (petty Tumblr drama) I bring you an offering. A post about religious headwear and their influence of Ghost costumes.

First of, a little bit of general definition because the post I made a week ago is suddenly gaining traction and I wanna add to it.

"Habit" refers to an ensemble of garment and does not specifically refer to religious attire. It comes from one of the French words for "clothing" and is generally used to describe a complete outfit.

"Headdress" refers to something that goes on the head, from a veil to a simple baseball cap. It can also be used to refer to a collection of articles that go on the head, as there can be a lot of items on at once, especially in religious headwear.

Also, please note that all of these have very ancient origins and have been used widely around the globe by many religious groups, so my examples are not the only instances where those pieces have been worn and are a pretty wide generalization.

WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY!

The most seen form of headwear worn by Ghost inspired by religion is the mitre, worn mostly by the Pope, bishops and cardinals. "Mitre" comes from the Greek word "mitrà" which translates loosely to headband. It can vary in uses and looks, but they most often made white silk, either plain or heavily decorated in gold depending on the occasion. We've seen every Papa so far wear a mitre.

Next we have Copia's cornette. "Cornette" comes from the French word for horns, "corne". It describes the shape of this headdress very well. A cornette is a type of headwear worn by women that was popular until the 1800s. It is now associated to catholic sisters thanks to the Daughters of Charity, a group that formed around 1850. They tended to the poor and sick a lot, and the founder of the movement wanted them to look a bit more like regular women, thus they adopted the cornette. I personally associate them to that one episode of Doctor Who with the cat nuns, lol.

The last one I wanna talk about is the headdress that the Skeletà ghouls wear. A lot of people have associated them with classic nun headwear, but they look more like Greek orthodox to me. There are SO MANY TERMS used to describe all the parts that can go into a head covering, I'm gonna try my best to dissect them.

The veil is the large piece of fabric that goes down from the top of the head and drapes down, generally a little past the shoulders but can be longer.

The bandeau (headband) is a piece that goes around the head, either to hold the veil (as a piece of fabric) or to give structure to the headdress (as a rigid piece). The ghouls are wearing a combination of veil and bandeau.

The coif, or wimple depending on the style, covers the neck area from under the chin and wraps around the head, hiding the hair. They both serve the same function but I've noticed that a coif seems to sit closer to the skin while the wimple is a looser piece of fabric.

Lastly, we have the guimpe. Which is where I get confused because "guimpe" is French for "guimpe" (I'm a native French speaker), and "guimpe" in French also refers to a wimple WHAT A JOY LANGUAGE IS. Anyway, a guimpe is a piece that covers the base of the neck and the front of the body. Outside of relivious wear, it was also historically used by women to wear under dresses with a deep décolletage. It's still used today sometimes for that purpose.

Here's a picture that demonstrates the whole ensemble pretty well.

Alright, that's it for me now! Good night, my loves!

[torawro]

royal knight!caleb & princess!reader.

cw ━━ ! minors, ageless, and blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT. reader is written / portrayed as a curvy, thick black woman but you do not have to imagine it that way ! anyone and everyone is welcome to read <3. historical / medieval au so there will be use of language & rhetoric relative to that era ( i.e., aye = yes or indeed . . . . i did my best doing research ). caleb is a high ranking knight in the kingdom they live in and is referred to as 'sir' because of his status. reader is a princess of royal status. mentions / descriptions of blood and injuries, and contains violence sprinkled with a little bit of gore (???). depictions of murder / character death. a liiittleeee bit of religious imagery & references, not sure but adding it just in case. hints at caleb having psychological issues and / or mental instability. kind of yandere(ish) behavior if you squint; caleb is obsessed with & in love with the reader. he is also a wee bit condescending ( not to reader ). instances of caressing ( groping? ) and slow, sweet kisses. veryyy subtle manipulation (?) via intentional omission of the truth. sorry if im exaggerating with these tags lol. directly based off this post i saw a few weeks ago. i tried my best to proofread at 1am pls excuse any errors. let me know if i missed anything!

word count ━━ ! 3.9k

notes ━━ ! man…..🚬🚬🚬 i can’t believe i wrote this lmaaaoooooooooo like what. where did this come from even.....anyway hi everyone i’m back with another (short-ish) fic <3 my apologies it's been another two months since my last published work, you know what it is: it takes longer for me to put things out and i wanna make sure i put my best foot forward every time >< but whoop whoop here's to my second fic of the year! as u can see i have gotten into lads during this past month and some change....... and i swear, i really had no intention of writing for any of the guys any time soon, let alone the newest one..... i took a pause from working on my longer projects to write this LMFAOOOO. i honestly thought that if i really did have a burning desire to write about them, my first lads fic would have been about sylus cause he.....anyway i won't go on a tangent about him, but i sincerely hope u guys enjoy this one!!!!!! obviously this is my first time writing for any lads character so pls be kind to me. i also want to apologize if this characterization of caleb is weird or ooc, i haven't unlocked him yet but i have seen a lot of content of his story in relation to the mc, his lore, his voicelines, etc so i hope i did him justice!! reblogs + commentary are HEAVILY appreciated ♡♡♡.

THE SKY REMAINED DARK, BUT a deep navy hue began to seep into the heavens, soon giving way to the dawn; the early hours of the morning was nigh. The castle was silent— obviously, but still eerily so despite the hour. There was a draft that seeped through the miscellaneous cracks of the stone, the shutters, and the windows of the castle that had not been properly shut, and the brisk breeze that flowed inside caressed the walls with a whisper— quiet but forceful enough to sway the small flames of the candles. The unsteady flickering of the flames grazed and dimly illuminated the walls behind them. Upon its surface were fresh stains, which would permanently seep into the stone if not cleaned in time. The stains were red.

It was blood.

In the many corridors of the castle was a figure, trudging through the halls like a corpse that had risen from its resting place, exhaustion weighing down his every step down to the marrow of his bones. He was injured— not gravely enough to make him lose consciousness but enough to reopen the wounds he so haphazardly patched himself before returning to the kingdom.

His chambers in the keep, along with all the other higher-ranked Knights, was on the other side of the castle grounds. He should have made a left the moment the portcullis closed behind his heels so he could at least get patched up again, get some water, and something else for the pain. Instead, the soldier walked straight ahead, onward to the main structure of the castle, down the stretches of its veins, up the stairs– a path he had memorized after spending many a moon traversing it, sometimes without your knowledge.

But he needed to see you, and he was unsure if he would be able to wait until the sun’s ascension in just a few hours time to do so.

The knight was tired, and that slowed him down, but eventually he made it to your private quarters. He made sure to quiet his labored breathing and footsteps as much as he could; the king would have his head before he even made it to your chambers if he were to be discovered.

You laid underneath a thick blanket, the warmth of the fur against your clothed skin protecting you against the brisk cold. As comfortable as you were, however, tonight you had trouble staying asleep. It would greet you kindly, only to slip away from your embrace if you held it too tightly. Your eyelids were half-open, finally on the verge of drifting close again, when an abrupt but muffled thumping noise resounded on the wood of your door.

The sound caused your eyes to snap open with alertness, any waves of sleep that were about to wash over you retreated at the sound. You laid still, absently wondering if you were hearing things, but the noise reverberated in the air again, then three times— it was soft, as if the source of the sound was being careful not to be too loud.

As the sleepiness of the late hours continued to melt away, you began to remember what day it was, and your pulse quickened as a result.

He should have returned today, you thought. But could it be? It cannot possibly…

And yet, that possibility is what tugged your body forward to sit up and straight, and slide your legs out from underneath the layers of blankets. That possibility is what led you to slide your bare feet into your slippers, and move to swing the long, woolen robe on top of your nightgown. That possibility is what pulled you to the thick door of your chambers, and opened it by an inch to peek through the cracks.

The relief and subdued elation you felt when you saw the familiar features of Sir Caleb’s visage on the other side washed over you.

But that feeling faded as quickly as it came when you noticed the state Sir Caleb was in. While it wasn’t abnormal for him to have a deep scratch or a bruise somewhere, he looked . . . worse, somehow. And whatever it was seemed to reach deeper than just his physical injuries.

Without exchanging any words or outwardly questioning him, you carefully— for he winced at nearly every graze of your fingers on certain areas— led him into your room, allowing him to use your body as a crutch. Caleb let out strained puffs of air, both in relief that he didn’t have to carry the weight of his own body alone anymore, and with increasingly dwindling self-restraint. 

He had hardly stepped foot in your bedchambers before; only about four steps past the threshold of the doorway at most, out of fear that his mere presence when he visited in your absence would become a noticeable, tangible thing. Like you’d be able to sense if he ventured too far in for too long, too many times.

Everything smelled like you. Your unique flowery scent was almost palpable with how it clung to every surface of your living space, even the air itself. The contrast between the fleshy softness of your body pressed against the cold, angular ridges of his armor was enough to make his breath catch in his throat and his pulse to miss a beat. 

“M…milady.” Caleb croaked, his throat significantly lacking moisture to the point it almost ached to speak. At this point, the remaining strength in the knight’s body had become completely nonexistent; the sword he didn’t even have the strength to place back in its scabbard tumbled from his loosening grip onto the ground, the sound sharp and uncomfortably punctating. 

“Sir Caleb”, you gasped, your grip tightening on whatever area of his stocky, towering figure you could reach. Both the suddenness of the sound of metal colliding with stone and your delayed realization of how serious his injuries were pulled your nerves all the more taut, the worried furrow in your brow growing more prominent.

Caleb’s legs gave out next, all while his heavier form still partially hung from your sleep laden frame. His arm slipped from around your shoulder as he descended to his knees, the movement clumsy enough to slightly throw you off your balance. The room was still dark enough that you did not readily see nor notice the blood that now permeated the folds of your nightdress. 

The honorable knight— who did not quite look so on his knees like this— absentmindedly grasped at your calves, pulling another surprised noise from the back of your throat. It was as if making physical contact with you would steady his mind that swirled endlessly with fragmented thoughts, stained with the dark horrors that crawled from the depths of his subconscious, and keep him tethered to the plane of consciousness. The blood loss would soon catch up to him.

Silence descended upon your room, save for Caleb’s ragged breathing and your quiet, frayed inhales. He still held onto your lower legs like it was his lifeline, the mesh underside of his metal gauntlets sending a subtle shiver with each miniscule movement he made, but you did your best to silence any hitch in your breath or twitch in your muscles. Worry still festered underneath your skin, so much so that you were afraid if you moved, or even spoke, that Caleb might fall apart at your feet, considering his current state. 

“Milady…” Caleb tried again, his voice still rough but a muted veneration was present underneath his words, as if your title was the beginning of a prayer. It was a thought that spurred another shudder to crawl across your flesh. “Milady, I have returned. The war with the kingdom to the east—Havencroft—  is over now.”

The knight turned his head slightly so that his cheek was resting on the fat of your thigh, your nightdress being the only barrier between his skin and yours. Another stain of crimson leapt from the side of his face that rested on your leg to your clothes, but you could not see it from this angle. Caleb almost resembled a wounded animal, marking the territory that was once his after enduring an attack– not much for your sake, but purely for his own, as a reminder of sorts.

Even through the linen, you could feel the uneven puffs of warm air from his mouth fan across that small area on your thigh. Like a magnet attracted to a metal of the opposite affinity— a force yet to be explained or explored— your palm gravitated towards the knight’s armored shoulder. Whether it was an action of acknowledgement and commendation, to silently urge him off his knees, or as a means to steel yourself was unclear even to you.

“The enemies… have been defeated.” Each syllable felt delayed, each word tumbled from Caleb’s lips like a wispy trail of smoke from burning incense, and the casual hold you had on his steel shoulder imperceptibly tightened when you felt his gloved hands trail up the back of your legs. His movements were slow—almost reluctant and experimental— but deeply rooted in reverence, as if this was the first and last time he would be able to touch you so boldly.

The knight below knew better. He was well aware that his actions more than just bordered on bold, they fully reveled in it– embraced it, even. But he was having a significant amount of  trouble caring enough to stop himself. It was always a difficult task reasoning with the thing that resided in the folds of his unconscious— especially and specifically when it came to you. 

Caleb awaited you to halt the soft caress of his palms, either verbally or by action, but neither came. You were rendered silent, breath slightly restrained as you stared down at him from on high, your palm still resting upon his armor. A part of you was swayed by the currents of curiosity to see what he’d do next, just to see what might happen you allowed this moment to persist a bit longer. 

And the other part…might have enjoyed this. It might have enjoyed the sight, the sound, the sensation of his iron skin, the subtle yet unknown metallic aroma that washed over your senses, mixed with his signature musk.

So he resumed, both his movements and his speech, which were languid and slowed. “Those that wished… to do harm to the kingdom, to you…They have been slain.”

The way his head shifted against your leg was like a cat nuzzling itself against its human companion. The weight of his body pressed upon you like this was even a bit endearing, and it began to melt your heart. Caleb’s hands glided from the backs of your knees down to the base of your ankles, only to carefully ascend back up the valleys and shores of your legs. In his ascent the hem of your dress got caught in between the gaps of his fingers, causing it to steadily rise like a curtain and expose the bare, supple brown skin hiding beneath it. 

His touch was so gentle, like dragging the sharpened edge of a knife against one’s skin in fear of accidentally cutting it. As someone who has done so much damage and has scarcely been shown this kind of gentleness, it was a bit jarring to see himself embody it so naturally.  “...The lot of them. I made sure of it.”, he continued, the knight’s noble heart raced so frantically about his chest, he thought it might reverberate and echo against his chest plate if it were to beat any more intensely.

Even with the sizable gauntlets weighing down his hands, Caleb was still able to tell just how delicate and cushiony your flesh was, and he released a barely-there, shaky exhale of his own when his fingers lightly clenched around it. If he didn’t know any better, he might have thought he was on the brink of death and was kneeling before the gates of heaven.

It was nearly impossible for you to distinguish the sensation of the carmine substance being smeared against your bare skin with each inch Caleb caressed, because your nerves had put all its effort into focusing on his breath fanning across your legs and the cold surface of his armor. At some point, the hand laying on his shoulder levitated to rest atop his head instead, the area unadorned without his helmet; a shiver rolled down the knight’s spine at the gesture. Sweat dampened the rich, umber strands of his hair, and the heat radiating from the crown of his head rivaled the one building underneath your face and chest.

“The army of the east kingdom, boasting numbers of over eight-thousand men, have all…. fallen. All of their strongest knights…”

Caleb’s words sounded a bit muffled as his mouth was slightly pressed against your leg, his pillowy lips continued to trail across the expanse of increasingly exposed limbs, “...their battalions, their village militia units…”

By this point, Caleb’s strong sense of rationale, his logical consciousness that usually never steered him wrong had finally caved in on itself. The void that it left in its absence would now be filled and controlled by the iniquitous thoughts that plagued him day in and day out. Such immoral, perhaps unhealthy, thoughts that always had you at the front and center of it all.

“...Even the gentry. Witnessing them …attempting to wield a polearm was almost pathetic. I would have pitied them, but one way or another, they would have attempted to harm you and our kingdom in some way, at some point…” 

There was a brief pause, the surface of his parted lips and that of his artificial armor took turns savoring the feel and smell of you, even being so brash as to place tender almost-kisses across your thigh. You gasped silently at that, and the reflexive clench of your fingers in the tufts of his hair brought forth something of a purr that vibrated in the back of his throat. Embedded within that imperceptible purr in his deep voice lurked something more dangerous you did not notice— sharp, like having a dagger pressed against one’s jugular.

“And I cannot allow that.” 

Caleb continued to murmur about his achievements of war into your chestnut-tinted skin as if he were talking directly into it and not you— as if it were actively listening. And with the way your nerves sparked and crackled with each syllable he pronounced, you could easily become convinced that it was.

Aye, he could not even pretend to spare an ounce of compassion for Havencroft’s  gentrymen, or their local militia, their skilled battalions and armies, nor their most honorable knights. Not after their plans and intentions were discussed amongst the king’s council just months prior, which served as the reason why he and the rest of the kingdom’s army were dispatched there in the first place.

Swine, the lot of them.

The same could be said for his own king’s council members— your father’s most trusted political companions and advisors— that had the gall to speak ill of and scheme against the king and his realm.

The balls to speak ill of you when they believed there were no listening ears around; about how your future ascent to the throne would be this kingdom’s downfall, about how His and Her Majesty should have tried for more children in hopes of a young lad.

He could only thank the gods that he returned from his knightly travels when he did, for the dark-haired soldier knew within seconds of overhearing such idiotic arrogance what his next course of action should be.

Like some kind of cunning animal whose only purpose was to hunt and kill, Sir Caleb watched and waited for the opportune moment to present itself before closing in to strike. And that moment arrived when he realized the two men were making their way to the western-most side of the main castle, where the kitchen and laundry rooms were located. He sneered at how clever they thought they were being, choosing that specific place because they were aware most of the help and servants had retired for the evening.

Without a moment’s hesitation, when he had heard enough drivel, he attacked, administering two swift but fatal slashes to their vital points— one for each man. The pain from moving like that when his injuries had been previously reopened nearly caused his legs to buckle, but he remained steady and quick. This had to be quick, for it would be troublesome if they made noise or if he was too sloppy with his timing and execution. Blood splattered on the nearby walls from the sheer force of his swing, the blade cutting through the councilmen like a cleaver cutting through a slab of tender meat. He made a note to himself to come back and clean any remnants that remained later.

The councilmen fell to their knees, staring and cowering from Sir Caleb in confusion, shock, and unadulterated fear at the realization that their lives might end that very night, and that someone might have heard them.

Surely they blathered on in hushed voices, demanding to know the meaning behind his actions, begging for the knight to spare their lives, frantically questioning him if he had heard them say anything particularly controversial. But Caleb paid no mind and did not bother responding. All he did was stare at them, his eyes as empty as a weathered piece of parchment with no ink on it, his salmon-colored lips resting in a straight line that spoke nothing of his true thoughts. 

Caleb’s gaze alone deeply unsettled them, for they had never seen him look like that before.

On his honor as a knight, Caleb would die before he let any harm— relative or distant, real or perceived, indirect or direct— fall upon you if it was in his power to prevent it. Because not only did he pledge his allegiance to the ruler of this land, but to you as well. And in performing his obligatory duties as a knight— guarding you from near and far, being graced with your kindness, your wit, your smile—it was inevitable that he would fall in love with you at some point along the way. 

And wasn’t it a good thing, a true virtuous thing, a normal thing to do what you can for the one they loved? To keep them safe?

And so, with that resolve embedded in his heart, the knight Sir Caleb would do what he could, and did what he must when the steel of his blade at last collided with the mens’ uvula. The last thing those so-called loyal councilmen saw was his void eyes, and the slightest upturn in the corner of his lip.

But you need not worry or be privy to the gritty details. All you needed to know was that he fulfilled his duty in protecting you, in protecting this kingdom you loved dearly and would govern someday. He would see through this role until the day he could no longer.

Aye, you did not need to know that the blood that had now seeped into the fabric of your pretty lilac nightgown and smudged on his face was fresh; you did not need to know that in some other part of this very castle, two people that had been around since your youth had drawn their last breath, never to be seen again; you did not need to know that the faintest hint of guilt and regret for his actions was snuffed out the moment his eyes met your visage. You did not even need to know of the tender affection that he harbored for you– at least, not yet. A separate time for that should arrive soon, he would pray on it.

And now, all Caleb needed was to hear it from you. That you were proud of him.

“I hope my efforts in battle were satisfactory to you, milady. That my efforts …in keeping your safety and interests of the monarchy at heart pleases you.” 

The knight's lips continued to drag across your skin in a lackadaisical manner, its touch at some point turning into undeniable kisses— pecks so light and fleeting you could have imagined it.

But you weren’t. You knew it to be so because the phantom sensation that was left behind after each one was as real as the ground you stood upon.

You were indeed proud of the knight before you, on his knees revering you with his mouth like you were some kind of holy thing that might disappear into thin air. For all of his years here, you have seen the scrapes, the faded scars on his ungloved hands, a limp in his gait or a straggle in his step, and you felt sympathy for him. You sympathized with him for having to sustain a number of different injuries in the name of your kingdom and its values. But seeing him hurt also inspired a great deal of gratitude within you, and you always made sure to take time at night before you fell asleep to thank the Lord above for uniting your paths– even though the two of you were on slightly different social standings. You secretly hoped that one day, that fact might change.

This is why you had no problem in saying that, “From what you have told me, Sir Caleb, your endeavors in battle are indeed quite….satisfactory to me,” Your words were momentarily interrupted with a sound that sounded suspiciously close to a pleasurable sigh, your fingers absently combing through his hair as you continued to speak, “So I must thank you, for doing your duty so well, and apologize that you were so badly wounded in the name of this kingdom. I truly appreciate all that you do.”

The words of sincere gratitude that spilled from your plush lips only excited the muscle beating wildly in Caleb’s chest, and they were enough to spur his heavy hands to glide higher underneath your gown, moving to the backs of your thighs once again. As his lips persevered in its affectionate assault of your legs, his palms mindlessly cupped the full roundness of your buttocks and gave it a slight squeeze, effectively losing himself in the suppleness of your curved body.

His name, without the proper prefix, was about to fall from your tongue, but you swallowed it down in exchange for something else. “This kingdom is— I am quite fortunate to have someone so capable…so strong and valiant at our disposal. Thank you, Sir Caleb, you have done well.” 

And that was all it took for a quiet groan to be pulled from Caleb’s throat. A part of him hoped you didn’t hear it, he was already behaving so shamelessly.

But another part hoped that you did, so maybe then you’d realize without him having to potentially embarrass himself how much he cared for you, craved you, and impacted him so deeply.

“Thank you, milady. You are too gracious to me. I am unworthy of your praises, but will humbly accept them.” One palm resumed its directionless roaming to map out your lower body while the other remained on buttocks, interrupting his own reply by offering your skin doting, airy kisses in between. His reddish violet eyes were somewhat hooded when his gaze flickered up to look at you once more.

“I will continue to do my utmost…to serve you and your kingdom.... to the best of my ability.”

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[ramp-it-up]

Planting Seeds

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Summary: You get your fill of Henry.

Pairing: Ceo!Henry Cavill x Reader au

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: Henry Cavill is a beautiful man, idc, idc. He is the faceclaim to some of my fantasies. @nissaimmortal may have not so innocently fed me one line and here I am, feral. Hope you like it! Feed me through reblogs, comments, and likes. Also asks are fun!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! All mistakes my own. Employer/employee dynamic, age gap, reference to annual gyno exam, masturbation, contraceptive talk, a little bit of angst, rom-coms, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, heavy breeding kink, rough, raw p-in-v, begging kink, threat of orgasm denial, degradation and praise, did i say breeding kink? Talking you through it, creampie, cum kink, is she or isn't she?

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You were knee-deep in the finishing touches of an important project, but there was no avoiding it, you needed to go.

Henry’s brows knitted together as he looked up from his notes when you rose from the conference room table.

“Sorry, Boss. I have my annual appointment at lunch today. I’ve put this off for months, so I really have to go.” 

You patted his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. 

“I put in your lunch order. Make sure you eat, Henry.”

His lips curled into a small smile as he removed his reading glasses, eyes soft. 

“Of course. You must attend to your health. And yes, Dear.”

You grinned at his endearment.

“Good thing you haven’t beaten up my box lately. Wouldn’t want Dr. Hutchins to ask what we’ve been up to.”

You winked, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before turning to leave. His raised eyebrow and smirk followed you out the door. Henry watched you go, eyes trailing your body as you hurried to the elevator. 

You had both been drowning in work lately, too exhausted for anything beyond curling up together at the end of the day. Yet, as he sat there, a flicker of anxiety stirred inside him. You were younger. Your relationship was still new. 

Would you want a family? And if so, would you want one with him, a man old enough to be their grandfather? He shook off the thought and refocused on the task at hand.

A couple of hours later, your text lit up his screen.

Had to have my IUD out.  Two more weeks until the other method kicks in.  So we’ll have to wait a little longer or use condoms. And be very careful.

Henry swallowed hard. He hadn’t even been thinking about sex, until you told him not to. Now it was all he could think about. He’d been fucking you raw for a while now and he didn’t think he could go back and the thought of going back to barriers made something inside him rebel.

Still, he was a gentleman. He could control himself. He responded to you, quickly.

Whatever is needed. We can watch a movie tonight. You pick.

Goody! 50 First Dates.

Splendid.

A mindless rom-com would be the perfect distraction. Or so he thought.

Later, as you curled up beside him on the couch, his self-control began to unravel. You nestled against his arm, warm and soft, pressing absentmindedly into him. Your scent filled his lungs, intoxicating and familiar.

Henry tried to focus on the screen, but his mind drifted to the last time he’d had you. How your perfect pussy gushed just right for him. You were so hot and tight. He tried to stop, but he kept thinking of the smell of you, and how perfectly you fit around him, how your body trembled in his hands.

Before he knew it, his hand was on your thigh, squeezing.

You turned, eyes meeting his, and smiled. A slow, knowing smile. Leaning in, you kissed his cheek, but he was already turning toward you, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss.

Within moments, you were tangled together, heat surging between you as you pressed into each other. His hands roamed under your shirt, his cock aching to be inside you.

“Bloody hell. We are grown adults,” he muttered, breaking the kiss.

You were breathless, hair tousled, eyes dark with want. When your gaze dropped to the outline of his erection, he groaned.

A wicked glint flashed in your eyes as you ran a slow hand down your body, teasing.

Henry exhaled sharply, then stood, tugging his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. Your breath hitched as his thick, muscular torso came into view.

Then, without a word, he shoved down his jeans and underwear, his cock standing thick and heavy. Your mouth parted slightly, eyes locked on him.

He smirked and stepped back, sitting across the room with his thick thighs spread, fisting himself lazily.

“I want you to stay right there and touch yourself,” he said, voice low and commanding.

 “While I sit here and watch you.”

A pulse of heat shot through you.

Oh, fuck.

Your response was a quiet, breathless, “Yes.”

You stripped off your tank top and leggings, your fingers teasing over your flushed skin. One hand toyed with a hardened nipple while the other slipped between your thighs, circling and teasing your cunt.

“Let’s just say I was going to put my cock inside you right now,” Henry gave himself a slow stroke and a bubble of precum rolled down his fingers as he showed you what he was working with. 

You ached for the stretch only he could give you.

“What would you want you to do, love?”

That question short circuited your brain.

“I’d want you to fuck me from behind over the back of this couch.” 

Henry didn’t reply, but his mouth opened and he stroked faster. 

You leaned against the armrest of the couch and spread you knees wider, focusing on finger fucking yourself. You slid in a second digit to try and replicate the extra fullness of his cock,  but it was nowhere close. Henry chuckled.

“You know you need another.”

You stuffed a third finger inside yourself and he rewarded you.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

Your toes curled against the cushions and his eyes and his voice and the vision of him were edging you toward your orgasm. You closed your eyes and prepared to fall, when suddenly, strong hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly, bending you over the back of the couch.

At this point, nothing else mattered.

You needed him inside you.

Henry pressed his cock against your slick entrance, his voice a deep, guttural growl.

“I’ve been saving my cum for days now,” he murmured, nudging against you. 

“Waiting for a chance to fill you so full it’ll drip down your thighs.”

The image alone sent you spiraling.

“God, Henry. Please,” you whimpered, pressing back against him.

He chuckled darkly.

“Hmmm, Little One. I don’t know if you want it bad enough yet.”

 He teased you as his cockhead popped inside you. 

“And what if you get pregnant?”

Your body jolted at the thought.

You shifted, trying to take more of him, but his grip was firm, controlling. Each tiny movement sent sparks of pleasure rippling through you. You were reduced to begging, which he loved.

“Please, Henry,” you gasped. “I’ll do anything… just fuck me.”

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest.

“You’re desperate for this, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you choked out.

“Say it, Little One.”

Your hips rocked involuntarily, seeking relief, and he grinned.

“I’m a cock-hungry slut,” you whispered, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

Henry’s laughter was low and full of dark promise.

“Not yet, my little fucktoy.”

You nearly sobbed in frustration.

“You really need my cum inside you right now, don’t you?” he taunted, voice velvet and steel.

Your body trembled. You were losing control.

“Fuck… yes… please.”

“You’re doing so well,” he crooned.

“Beg for it again.”

You couldn’t even remember what you said. Your mind was a haze of pleasure and need.

“I don’t—”

He cut you off with a sharp, punishing thrust.

You gasped.

“Changed my mind. I’m not waiting anymore.”

The world blurred as pleasure engulfed you. His hands on were your hips, his body owning yours completely. You barely registered his next words.

“Oh, and Little One?”

You whimpered in response.

“Don’t even think about coming until I say you can.”

The command sent a violent shudder through you.

Time seemed to slow as his pace grew relentless, his body slamming into yours with precision, purpose. You were nothing but sensation, drowning in him, gripping the cushions as your body tightened, coiled, ready to snap…

And then, he stilled.

“You want to know what’s going to happen?”

“What?” Your voice was barely a whisper.

Henry withdrew fully. Then slammed back into you.

“Oooooh, fuck!”

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you.”

His voice was pure sin.

“You’re going to be a beautiful, pregnant mess when I’m done with you.”

Your body clenched at his words, teetering on the edge.

“Yes,” you breathed.

He growled, yanking your hair back, his control slipping.

“My beautiful little slut,” he panted, thrusting deep. “Do you want my cum?”

The spikes of pleasure were too much, your body trembling on the precipice. 

You knew you were going to come at any moment, but still, you managed to get it out. 

“Yes, please… can I come?”

Henry’s grip tightened, his thrusts never faltering. 

“I have one question first.”

Your fingers dug into the cushions.

“Please just let me comeeee!”

Henry waited, delivering two more deep, devastating strokes for your sass. You were on the verge of losing your mind.

“Are you,” he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust, “my fucktoy… that I can use… however I want? To fuck and to fill with my cum…to breed how I see fit?”

Your breath hitched as you realized that Henry really could do whatever he wanted to you right now, and you’d beg for more. You opened your mouth to say yes, but hesitation cost you.

He yanked your hair back harder and smacked your ass hard. You yelped in pleasure/pain.

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Henry! I’m yours!” 

The words spilled from your lips, raw and desperate, and the second they left your mouth, your body shattered. Blinding pleasure overtook you, ripping through your limbs and curling your toes. Your moans melted into breathless whimpers as you bucked and shuddered through your release.

Henry didn’t stop. He drove into you, prolonging your ecstasy, dragging out every aftershock until your body was nothing but sensation. Then, with one final thrust, he stilled.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his throat as he came, his body jerking against yours. The thick, pulsing heat of his release flooded you, sending another tremor through your overstimulated body.

This was what you’d been waiting for. What you both craved. The thought of him emptying himself inside you, filling you, claiming you, almost pushed you over the edge again.

You moaned softly as he grinded against you, savoring every last drop. He stayed buried deep, thrusting lazily, fucking his cum further inside while your body milked him dry.

For a long moment, he stayed there, his weight pressing you into the cushions. You shivered beneath him, but there was something grounding about his warmth, the way he kept you close.

Finally, he pulled out, and just as he promised, your combined fluids began to trickle down your thighs. Henry watched, utterly transfixed, then bent down and effortlessly lifted you into his arms.

“Now,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple, “let’s get you cleaned up. So we can do that again.”

You twined an arm around his neck as he carried you into the bathroom, setting you down and ensuring that you were steady before letting you go.

As he turned on the shower, his gaze flicked to the sink, where the box for your diaphragm sat.

A slow, wicked smirk tugged at his lips.

“Always prepared, aren’t you, Little One?”

You flashed him a playful smile. 

“Well… I was going to put that in later. But you caught me by surprise.”

His eyebrow arches as he eases you under the steaming water. He wasn’t sure if you were telling the truth or indulging in the kink.

“That’s good,” he purred, hands sliding over your slick skin. 

“Then we can breed you again, my love.”

You shuddered with anticipation as you stood on your tiptoes to press your naked, wet body against his.

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Let me know how you feel!

[liketolaugh-writes]

I just finished your recently completed DP fic and I LOVED it!!!!! I also caught up on the DPxDC crossover and love that too! I’m not in the DP or DC fandoms, but your fics were so amazing, do you have any fic recommendations? I don’t even know where to start looking, I know nothing about either fandom.

Thank you, I'm really glad you like them!! I always recommend first looking at the bookmarks of your favorite authors. Usually they'll read a lot of the same stuff they write, so it's a good way to find fics to your taste! I have about 400 DP fics bookmarked, but here's the highlights-

(Cut for length, there are so many, my impulse control is nil)

DP

Wake Me Up to Say Goodbye - A gradual Jack-centric reveal fic. Jack's genuine love for his family shines through so well here.

broken trust and the wounds hidden behind - This fic is particularly dear to me. Jack finds out about Danny without Danny realizing and starts working to make things right.

Prove That You Deserve the Answer - Jazz/Maddie bodyswap fic. One of my favorite reveals.

Dinner and Diatribes - Vlad traps Danny and Maddie in an underground bunker to play house. This one is, uh, a lot of the inspo for the Fentons' dehumanization of Phantom. But it has a happy ending.

How to Raise the Dead - Very short, sweet fic that isn't exactly post-reveal, but Jack and Maddie know anyway.

Now's The Time (Get In Line) - A fun reveal fic where the GIW raid Casper High for Phantom. The central battle scene in this lives rent-free in my mind.

definition of insanity (is doing the same thing) - Dash Baxter redemption, seriously confronts Dash's bullying.

A Play to Remember - The most interesting and complex A-listers reveal I've ever read.

That Razor's Edge - Halfa!Valerie. So wonderfully done. <3

Ghost on the Couch - Maddie makes Danny go to therapy. While they never quite get around to talking about most of the events of the series (rip) it's still a brilliant showcase of Danny's psychology and emotional turmoil.

DPxDC

If You Give a Bat a Burger - Obligatory, the quintessential DPxDC fic. Plot driven and engaging, and you'll see a certain reference to it in most other DPxDC fics lmao.

Vacation Crashers - Another staple. Plot-driven, but it has one of my favorite Bruce characterizations of any DPxDC fic. (It also inspired a lot of the Fentons' more... neglectful behavior in my fics.)

those who serve. - Can't pass this one up. Danny becomes Alfred's apprentice. Alfred is very concerned.

Wanted: Dead And Alive - Dead Tired. Everyone is scrambling to figure out who the hell Danny is, very fun without sacrificing feeling.

Some Kind of Miraculous Bind - A Demon Twins fic. Damian is very sweet here. <3

But I Want to Be Let In, Not Out - Probably my favorite Demon Twins iteration. Damian just wants to see his brother again, okay?

The Bat Trap - One last Demon Twins fic for good measure. This one plays with its premise so well and integrates the two worlds wonderfully.

Like and Survive - Phantom's Guide to Young Hero Survival - Fix-it field trip through the DCU. You don't know a lot about the DCU? You're about to find out. Very thorough and thoughtful.

Ghosts, Legacies, and CPS - Danny is removed from the Fentons' custody. Danny is inserted into Tim's custody. Vlad does something stupid. Beautifully done and very satisfying.

what dumb luck or good ghost led you from there to here? - Danny and Barbara, where Danny settles in the Clocktower and Babs coaxes him closer like a stray cat.

I Am A Retired Hero And My Love Interest Is A Former Crime Lord? - Dead on Main, obviously. Probably the fic that made me fall in love with this pairing, with a lot of excellent background and foreground plots. Jack and Maddie chase Skulker around to ask him questions about ghost culture. He complains to Danny about it. It's great.

What Binds Us - Such excellent worldbuilding around Crime Alley and Gotham in general. I loves it. <3 (This one by @breannasfluff)

Like Betta Fish Do - Dead on Main, both sweet and very fun. I love @clockwayswrites' characterizations and this particular fic handles their developing relationship super well. On that topic-

One Stop Soup Shop - My feelings,,,, tooth-rotting Dead on Main fluff.

Birdritch - Spirit Halloween, so much fluff between Danny and the Batfamily.

A Broken Sort of Normal - OOF. So many feelings?? Danny/Wally, with so much good angst.

(I can't keep going down the list, just take a run through PaperPuffin's profile, you won't regret it. <3)

I would also suggest following @nerdpoe, @stars-obsession-pit, and @sheepheadfred; they all have good taste in tumblr snippets!

Have fun!

[pankowcrumbs]

Not just friends X Lando Norris

When people talked about the politics of Formula 1, they were usually referring to the team rivalries, backdoor negotiations, and sponsorship deals.

For me, it was a little more complicated.

I was Christian Horner’s daughter.

Growing up in the paddock had been my normal. I’d spent my childhood watching Red Bull dominate, listening to Dad’s endless strategy talks, and rolling my eyes at the way he treated Max and Checo like his other children. I knew every inch of this world the high stakes, the egos, the adrenaline that never really left your system.

And then there was Lando Norris.

Lando, who had made a career out of being cheeky, charismatic, and deceptively dangerous on the track. Lando, who had spent the last few months tangled up in my sheets, in my life, in my head.

We had never put a label on whatever this was. Maybe because we both knew the chaos it would bring. Maybe because it was easier to pretend it was nothing more than a bit of fun.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

The Monaco Grand Prix

The Red Bull motorhome was buzzing with post-qualifying energy, drinks flowing, laughter spilling out into the marina air. I was nursing a glass of champagne when I felt a presence beside me.

“Y/N Horner.”

I glanced up and met the gaze of Charles Leclerc. He was smirking, the dim glow of the lights reflecting off the sharp angles of his face.

“Charles,” I greeted smoothly, taking a sip of my drink. “Nice P2 today.”

He chuckled. “I’d be happier if it was P1.”

I tilted my head. “Guess Max is just too good.”

He groaned, shaking his head. “Don’t remind me.” Then, his expression turned more playful. “But let’s not talk about racing. I’d much rather talk about you.”

I arched a brow. “Me?”

Charles leaned in slightly. “You’re always in the paddock, always around, yet somehow, I feel like I never actually get to know you.”

I wasn’t stupid. I knew flirting when I saw it. And Charles was very good at it.

But before I could reply, a hand wrapped firmly around my wrist, yanking me back.

“Oi, mate,” a familiar voice cut in, rough and edged with irritation. “She’s busy.”

I barely had time to process the possessive grip before I was being pulled away from Charles and practically dragged through the motorhome.

Lando.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I snapped as he steered me into a quiet corner, away from prying eyes.

His jaw was clenched, eyes burning with something dangerous. “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are you doing?”

I crossed my arms, refusing to be intimidated. “I was having a conversation.”

“With Leclerc?” he spat the name like it was poison. “He was hitting on you.”

I smirked. “Jealous, are we?”

His nostrils flared, and then suddenly, he was pressing me back against the wall, caging me in with his arms. My heart slammed against my ribs.

“We are not just friends,” he growled. “And you fucking know it.”

Heat shot straight through me. His voice was low, raw, full of unspoken words we had been too cowardly to say before.

But I wasn’t going to let him off that easily.

I cocked my head. “I don’t know, Lando. We’ve never actually defined what this is.”

His eyes darkened. “Don’t do that.”

I shrugged. “Maybe I should go back and talk to Charles. He’s quite charming.”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Say that again, and see what happens.”

I grinned. “Make me.”

The words had barely left my lips before his mouth crashed onto mine. It wasn’t soft or gentle it was desperate, demanding, the kind of kiss that left no room for doubt.

I fisted the front of his hoodie, pulling him closer, losing myself in the taste of him spearmint and something distinctly Lando.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless.

“Still think this is nothing?” he muttered, voice husky.

I licked my lips, enjoying the way his gaze darkened as he followed the movement. “You’re going to have to be clearer than that, Norris.”

His hands tightened on my waist. “You’re mine.”

A shiver ran through me. “Good. Now say it again.”

His lips found mine once more, and just like that, it was official.

Not just friends. Not just a fling.

Something real.

Something ours.

[mokimo-art]

Hi Mokimo, I have decided I wanna get into drawing horny stuff, mainly for my girlfriend and my own perverted self, but do you have any advice on how to start and what to expect?

ohhh thats a tought one, its hard because there is so much you can learn and do, its a long journey. but i think the biggest thing is. what you make is gonna suck (pls hear me out and read till the end) the hardest part is starting the first few months to be more specific. because you have so many ideas you want to get on paper and they dont look good when you do, is a bit of soul crushing. but i can a sure you if you continue and move foward its gonna be rewarding. just dont stop drawing because you tried to draw something and its bad. remember sucking at something is the first step to be kind of good at something. as for tips. draw what you see and like, dont feel bad for copy stuff, even tracing. copying and tracing is how you learn, and study, there will be a point when you are good enouth that you dont need more reference and can pull things out of your head with ease,, but until then copy stuff you like. even trace stuff you like. just be mature enouth to not post it and claim you did it, its supposto to be a a study for yourself. and for last, have fun, and be horny *hehehe*

[luvhughes43]

i go back to you everytime | quinn hughes

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note: again... something in my drafts from last year. this was supposed to be an au that i never got around to starting / posting. this is insta edits + fic

summary: quinn hughes and his ex, singer yn, cant seem to stay away from each other.

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ynoffical smallll break in london

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trevorzegras can u hook a friend up with some tickets?

ynoffical to my show? no

user08 STAY STRONG MOTHER STAY STRONG

user11 what?

user08 quinn just posted wimbledon on his story and i dont wanna take ANY chances of a reunion

user32 theyre so cute together tho

user08 i just dont want yn to hide away again like when they were dating idk! i like when she feeds us

user56 its been less than a week and im already missing tour

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"quinn, we can't do this," you say, kissing your ex boyfriends lips as he backs you further into your hotel room.

he pulls away from you, trailing his lips from your mouth to your chin, then attaching himself to your neck. you moan from the pleasure, pulling his now overgrown hair with your long fingers. it felt like things used to. like you wern't in paris touring and instead were cooped up in quinn's apartment in vancouver.

"what's stopping us?" he breathes out, moving to your ear lobe where he presses light kisses to your skin. you shiver.

you sigh, wanting nothing more than to sink into the feeling of him. but you cant, we cant. last time you accepted this you got your heart broken because at the end of the day, quinn would never be ready to live a life with you and the visibility your career brought.

while he continues his demonstrations on your neck and beyond, you imagine what truly having quinn hughes would be like. his blushes when the cameras start flashing, him waiting for you backstage after your shows... countless dinners in different countries and cities while youre on tour and hes playing hockey. you want it all so bad, it makes your body ache.

"because you don't want all of me," you whisper, closing your eyes so you dont have to see quinns reaction. he'll try to scoff, or worse, try and deny your words.

"baby-"

"i'm not your baby," you say firmly, resolve building as you push quinn away from you and drop down onto your bed. youre staring up at him now, and you can tell that he's contemplating his next words carefully.

"we dont have to have this conversation again. you know what i want" quinn says, and you lay down on your back and cover your face with your hands. he doesn't get it.

"you don't want me. if you did, we wouldnt be in this mess in the first place"

the bed dips beside you. "i want to commit to you"

you sigh again, "you just broke up with your girlfriend,"

"i thought you wanted me to do that?" he tries to joke, referring to one of your most recent songs - break up with your girlfriend, im bored. you let my hands drop to your side, turning your head so you can look at quinn who's already looking at you.

"it's not funny"

"i'm sorry."

you stare at each other in silence for a minute.

"i hate you," you mumble, shocking quinn as you sit up and swing one of your legs over his lap, effectively straddling him. he sits up quickly, and his hands immediately find their place your my waist. he squeezes, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

"i love you," he whispers.

"shut up.." you whisper back, placing your lips over his as you resume what you started a long... long time ago.

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ynoffical annddd the honeymoon tour is back! see you tomorrow night paris 🌙

"fuck, you looked so hot in your little outfit tonight" quinn groaned.

"which one?" you smirk but its quickly replaced by a gasp as quinn pull your hips flush against his.

"the black one? the pink one? youre so sexy in all of them. i'm almost jealous that your fans get to see you wear them every night"

"mm well they don't get to see me in all the little - ahh, that you do" you gasp again as your legs hit the edge of the bed. quinn pushes you down onto it, and you watch as he quickly pulls off his shirt and starts undoing his belt.

"i need you so bad" you whimper, completely missing this feeling. you quickly pull your top off, and watch as it slides across the hotel room floor.

when quinns just in his boxes, he moves over to you and directs you to move up in bed which you easily do. "i missed you" quinn says, slinking across the bed as he settles beside you. sitting up, you trace one of your fingertips over his defined arm.

you lean in to kiss him, and your lips meet in a passionate embrace. it feels like home, and summer, and quinn.

"i missed you too," you breathe heavily when you pull apart. you feel so consumed by him, and yet it's never enough.

you start kissing again, and touching again, and you jump through every loop and obstacle that youve ever had to face with quinn and then mentally burn them all to the ground. because really, what's love without pain and suffering? you dont know.

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[jinxedjay]

tf2 fandom do we like AU designs?? halloween pyro be upon ye (more info under the cut!)

hi first of all thank you for continuing to read. anyways!

this is um. halloween pyro! they're roughly based around the concept of halloween bosses. most so monoculus for the concept of "team member is cursed during the holiday"

i don't know why they were cursed (yet) but the gist is more or less "this is what most of your team sees you as, lol" so yes there is absolutely emotional weight to this guy other than "heehoo big monster go brrr"

they're not evil so much as just extremely agitated from the physical, mental, and emotional stress. i too would throttle the nearest person to me at any given moment if there was suddenly fire burning under my skin and also Cracked Open Skull Mouth.

design notes! for funsies!

the suspenders in the back are meant to imitate a stereotypical devil tail!

overall their design is meant to invoke a demon. i was going to add horns but decided against it last minute

i wanted to keep their design as ambiguous as base! no mask removal no suit removal. just some creature features poking through.

another thing i almost added - that back flame was gonna have wings! i thought the design ended up a bit too crowded with them though :[

the gradients on the claws/tongue/mask lens are meant to invoke the literal burning fire within them!

this one is maybe a bit more goofy but the shoulder decals being replaced with the flames is intended to be a reference to like. hot rods. you know that cosmetic set pyro has themed around hot rods? yeah it's that. i'm not immune to flame decals.

anyways this was highly experimental but i had a lot of fun with the design! will i put them on artfight? maybe! either way, thanks for sticking around on this post because i had a lot of thoughts HJKJHKFSHFD,,,,

[ducktracy]

Hi! So... I have to admit the last like 4 decades of Looney Tunes has not appealed to me in the least, though I've been a long time fan of the older content. The Day The Earth Exploded kinda seems different. I have to ask though... The last few shorts that have come out turned me off of even trying to watch new Looney Tunes specifically because of the ren & stimpy-esque grossout humor that permeated in them. Is this movie different from that?

I trust your judgement, and your post made me reconsider seeing the new movie, but I am not interested in modern Looney Tunes in the least. Honestly, will I be disappointed?

HEY THERE!! welcome to the club HAHA! you asked the right person, as someone who is also EXCEPTIONALLY picky with anything modern LT! i’m happy you thought of me!

SO… i guess it depends. which maybe doesn’t seem promising HAHA. i can’t say that the film isn’t completely devoid of those Ren and Stimpy-isms, and one of my critiques of the film in a recent rewatch was that i did wish it had more of that sort of classic Looney Tunes nuance and subtlety. however, rewatching it on the big-screen, i wasn’t bothered by it at all (and i was expecting to be bothered, since i had noted it before).

it’s nowhere near the levels of what the latest run of shorts could be. because i was worried about the very same—i DO love Looney Tunes Cartoons (the latest incarnation), i’m so proud of my friends and colleagues who worked on it, i’m so proud to have kept up with it every step of the way. but i do have a lot of critiques and nitpicks with it as well. because of that, i was going into this film thinking “these things i don’t like about the shorts are going to be in here, and that’s okay, make peace with it now, etc”

and i have to say i was VERY pleasantly surprised at how they seemed to address my every criticism. the film has a surprising amount of emotionality to it and room for things to actually BREATHE, which i was surprised by. the Daffy and Porky shorts, as much as i adore them, are pretty built on the foundation of “Daffy makes Porky’s life miserable and there’s a lot of screaming” and i was expecting that to be the case here. save for a very few insignificant moments, it wasn’t the case at all.

it’s still very much more hyperactive than, say, the Chuck Jones shorts of yore. there are some jokes that don’t really work for me as well as they could. i can’t say it’s completely absent of Ren and Stimpy-isms, but, at least in my eyes, it’s MUUUUUCH more tamped down than much of what LTC goes for with its gross out (which i find very distracting too. maybe that’s funny for me to say working on SpongeBob where i work with and am friends with people who worked on Ren and Stimpy! but it’s not what i want out of LT at all. i say this with Ren and Stimpy having been my foray into LT).

so, i would say go into it with an open mind. i work with a lot of Ren and Stimpy DNA all the time on the Sponge shows, and so i may have a bit of a blindness to some of those quirks. maybe there is more present in the movie than i thought. but as someone who was expecting much more gross out and screaming and all of the bad habits of LTC, my expectations were completely blown away. this is genuinely some of the best the characters have ever been handled in the last 65 years or so.

i think if you’re more used to/fond of the Chuck Jones or Friz Freleng school of LT humor, you may not be the biggest fan. but, if it helps, while there are things i would do to massage and mold the characters a bit differently if it were in my hands (including making the humor a bit more unique to the source material), i genuinely think it’s some of the best modern LT material we’ve ever gotten and ever will get. i’m trying to speak as unbiasedly as possible. R&S and its influence is sort of imbued into the modern animation pipeline as we know it, and so it’s difficult to be completely removed of it, but i didn’t at any point think “this feels Spummy [referring to Spumco]”. and my tolerance for Spum-isms has completely plummeted within the past few years, as i’ve found upon my latest attempt to rewatch R&S.

so… i can’t say for certain. our tolerances may be different, and what i think may be devoid of those habits still may be plenty for you. but no, there is no immediate gross-out that i can think of--maybe one or two quick gags/visuals, but nothing super comparable, and any high octane moments that may feel Spum-esque are either quick or contextually appropriate (and immediately followed by “normalcy”). i would say give it a shot! maybe keep an open mind just in case. but as someone who was also kind of mentally preparing myself for that sort of thing, my expectations were blown away, and i am REALLY protective about how my boys are portrayed. i can say comfortably that they did these characters right and there is a lot of love for the source material clearly on display. take the plunge! and if you didn’t enjoy it, i’ll proudly eat some crow HAHA. i’m flattered you thought of me to ask

[cripplecharacters]

Sorry about this- My previous ask was probably not worded the best so I'm trying again even though it hasn't been answered yet. I realize you guys seem to be the most focused on solo writing instead of collaborative. Please publish this version instead of the one I made previously with similar questions.

I'm a text-based rper who wants to include a character with down syndrome in my stories.

In my usual practice for this hobby, I make character sheets: little summaries of things like my character's name, age, backstory, species, any skills or superpowers they might have, their general appearance, and the focus of this ask: Either a description of their voice, or a comparison of the character's voice to another fictional character's, or comparison to a real person's voice. (the last to are referred to as "voiceclaims" in my rp community.

What is the best way to describe the voice of a character with Down syndrome? Is there anything I should avoid in terms of descriptions or voiceclaims? Are there any suggestions or anything you guys would want to see in a voiceclaim aside from that the person I use actually have Down Syndrome?

Hey!

You already got the most important part of it, which is to make the voiceclaim be of a person who actually has DS.

Another thing would be to just treat the voiceclaim the same way as you would with any other character - don't settle on the first one you find just because they have Down syndrome. Try to find one that actually fits the character's background - accent, age, vibe, the same things you'd aim for an abled character's voiceclaim. If your character is supposed to be a middle-aged Russian woman, you probably wouldn't want to give her a voiceclaim from a 16-year-old British actress because it (probably) won't fit. Obviously there are limitations (there aren't as many options that you can choose from) but try to get as close as you can; even if people with DS have a lot of shared vocal characteristics, there's still variety.

This is a post on writing speech for character with intellectual disability and basically all of it will be relevant for characters with DS as well, since 99% of people with Down syndrome are also intellectually disabled (most of those who aren't have mosaic DS).

Characteristics that are more common in DS are ones like lower-pitched voice or monotonous tone, but not everyone will have them.

Some other things to consider is that stuttering is more common in people who have DS than in people who don't. Most people with Down syndrome are also hard of hearing and that can affect speech for some people, especially if they haven't had access to speech therapy. That's highly individualized, but might mean (for example) that they won't voice some sounds as much/at all since they can't hear them very well.

What would be most important in my opinion is to not use words such as "stupid" - not only is it insulting (obviously), but it doesn't really say much. Because what does it really mean? If it's supposed to mean that they stutter, say that they stutter. If they don't adjust the tone or loudness of their voice, say that instead. If they have a lisp, say that. And so on.

Try to also mention vocal characteristics that are unrelated to their DS, just like you would for other characters. What's their vocal range, how high is their voice, what is the general vibe, what's their accent, etc.

Hope this helps and happy World Down Syndrome Day :)

mod Sasza

[gamerbeta]

Emmet with a Mega Chandelure?

It’s been a LOOONG time since I did a fan made mega evolution! (I think the last one I did was a Ho-Oh when I was 10) So here’s my vision of Chandelure’s Mega Evolution (though I’m not sure if Chandelure’ll get a mega, and if so, I definitely think I missed the mark on this one lmao)

Anyways! Now thinking about it, I think Emmet could be in Legends Z-A for two other reasons now (please don’t get your hopes up too much tho!)

1- Trains appear to be a somewhat a major part of the storyline in Legends Z-A, why else would the Pokémon company post this image in their storyline slides otherwise? (Pretty sure someone mentioned this before already)

I think this is a slightly different station than the Lumiose Subway station, but seems to be a major start to the story…

2- I wouldn’t necessarily count this as a major reference, but I kinda thought the rivals looked pretty close to twins (even though seems more apparent they’re counterparts of the character). But odd enough, their official 2D art relationship seems oddly familiar…

Both even have a right-handed vs left-handed similar character! (Even though seems no matter what your rival will be right-handed through gameplay). I could be delving too deep in this last one, but just something I noticed 😅

So if Emmet is in the game, I really hope we can get a special pissed-off line from him if we decide to use a chandelure! XD

[firedragon1321]

Digimon Adventure Beyond Oddities

Timeline

The timeline on this seems to be post-02 the Beginning. We know this because we see shots Meiko and possibly Lui (thanks to @seventeenlovesthree and @gutterpufferfish for helping reveal them).

It isn't clear how Agumon, Gabumon, and Biyomon were able to return. But going with the "letting go of your inner child is what ends possibilities/ partnership, rather than physically growing up" interpretation, it seems Tai, Matt and Sora were able to do this.

My strongest piece of evidence in favor of this theory is that tomboy Sora is back! She's always had to balance the desires of her mother and her own wants. After spending tri. forward emulating her mother, here she seems to embrace her own independence (with is not mutually exclusive with femininity- she's wearing all pink after all).

It can be implied, then, that Tai and Matt did similar soul-searching offscreen. And that's what returned Agumon and Gabumon to their sides.

I could be missing several key details (this series has so much lore packed in). But Lui being here confirms Kizuna by extension. We know this because Tai is never shown with Agumon in the film or promotional material- even when Veemon is with Davis.

The real kicker is what this means for Menoa. Her Neverland plot was tragically unnecessary, and she never found out why. It's unlikely she ever will.

Nurse Jun

Not an oddity just wanted to point out cool women in STEM.

The Goggles

What. The. Hell. Are. These. Doing. Here?

This is an Adventure promo. I'm not hating on the other seasons. I just don't know the purpose of showing the goggles from other seasons in an Adventure promo. Unless... wait. Let's put our thinking cap on. I don't know why it's lined with tinfoil today. I'm sure that's not important.

First of all- these goggles belong to Takato, Takuya, and Mikey (or Taiki- I'll go with Taiki since the dub of this series was such a disaster that most people don't know it). Not certain on the last pair, but that might be Taiki in Young Hunters.

No Tagiru (despite him being the poster boy of Young Hunters), and no Haru. I'm not counting characters who do not wear goggles for this (i.e.- Marcus and Hiro). Nor counting the reboot as the goggles Tai wears in it are the same in design as the OG/Davis's.

The crossover in Young Hunters makes the most sense on the surface. Haru/Hiro's absence is explained as they were not created yet. But there's problems. All Adventure characters were shown as kids in that series (they could have been de-aged- I don't really recall). Marcus's absence could be explained as a need to use goggles for the reflection effect. But if so, why make a "call forward (to the crossover)" built to exclude him?

The dialogue- "The fight never ends, huh? It's just getting started. But we can't give up. Not as long as we have people that believe in us."- implies some kind of inheritance. As if the battles going forward will be fought by new DigiDestined. But I think everyone lost their memories of the events/alternate worlds introduced in Young Hunters, and the only human Adventure character who should know about any of these worlds is Ryo (who noped out of the Adventure universe ages ago).

Maybe it's a reference to the new series- Beatbreak- announced immediately after...but that character wears glasses, and is partially obscured. If this is meant to lead into Beatbreak, why bother obscuring its protagonist/not giving him goggles to include in this montage? It's not like he wouldn't have been revealed seconds later.

I have no clue what the goggles mean for Adventure lore, nor Digimon as a whole. But it's worth exploring.

[baked-potatoes-rule]

8th survivor and Juice Newtons's country tune (the K-Rose fans will remember :D)

Bear with me guys...I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

The cell phone in the bathroom might be the most significant proof that we will be getting another survivor.

I've seen plenty of theories, a lot of which make sense. Like the stalker being someone investigating the YJ. Walter's accomplice...or a relative. Specifically Melissa's since why would they bother with the contacts thing? Unless the writers wanted to really fuck with us and went that far to confuse us.

The reason why I'm starting to doubt that it's someone outside of the Yellowjackets is the tune. Who besides the Yellowjackets knows that they drew cards and the Queen of Hearts was the card of utmost significance? I doubt the tape has verbal confirmation of this. So we can't say someone on the outside knows. They had to be there.

Unless

Let's quickly list the "unlesses"

Someone from Lottie's compound who saw what went down between the adult Yellowjackets.

Someone who could have read Shauna's Journals. We know Jeff read them but I doubt that goof would ever try to fuck with her again. What about Callie? Lottie did say Callie is very powerful.

A relative of one of the survivors.

The blackmailer is targeting Shauna specifically, which means they have a valid reason. Why not pick any of the other YJ who are alive?

The scene in the freezer, where ghost Jackie (God bless her soul I love her to bits) visits Shauna to roast her once again, she tells her someone is trying to hurt her.

So this brings us to another question. What does Jackie mean by "but what you did do when you got back?"

I think Jackie- and Jackie is likely Shauna's own guilt talking- is referring to things they did POST CRASH.

Does this mean we are getting post-crash scenes after they get rescued? Did Shauna go after the last survivor and kill them without anyone else's knowledge? Was it Melissa? Did Melissa actually survive but when she became an inconvenience for Shauna things went south? Did Melissa share what happened out there with someone?

Or, is Jackie referring to Adam Martin? Is the stalker a relative of Adams? Kind of unlikely.

I'm excluding the stalker being from the FBI because like I said, they know about the Queen of hearts.

So lastly...That brings us to Melissa (Pls give that girl a last name already)

I don't see anyone else having it out specifically for Shauna. And taking into consideration the development of their relationship as Season 3 unfolds.

If the love boat capsizes and Shauna hurts Melissa, it will very well make sense that she might be back for revenge. (I mean know I would be too.)

And now we ask "But why did they not mention her when they were looking for the blackmailer in season 1?"

Good Question. We have two possible answers.

The last survivor was off the grid(Misty saying some of them really don't want to be found. She could've been referring to Travis and Van but you never know.)

And...

Melissa is left for dead in the wilderness but she actually makes it and now she's back to surprise them.

I am interested to see where they take this. If Melissa ends up being the 8th survivor and she's back for payback, that would make for a very interesting plot. And my speculations for her being just a lap dog, will turn out to be wrong. This would be great because I do want to see her character be explored in more depth, and of course for her to present herself as a bigger challenge for Shauna.

[sonkitty]

Please take a look at the above GIF.

Gabriel refers to himself as a First-Order Archangel here. If the story goes beyond "archangel" in the wording, it usually goes with "Supreme," not First-Order.

But right here, right now, just before a particular cut lingers on Crowley's impassive face, the term, First-Order is used instead.

The word "Universe" is capitalized in the official subtitles.

The acting, the camera work, and the writing are all trying to call attention within this framing to this moment. That way, an audience member interested in the puzzle can figure out this story-telling method is for indicating the significance of Crowley himself.

There are numerous clues about Crowley's rank across the entire season, but this one really stands out even on a single one-time first viewing of the show.

Now I'll give other audience members a far, far more subtle clue that is very easily missed with the ones about Crowley: Don't forget Muriel, who is the lowest-ranking angel.

...

As I've mentioned before, there is a certain post circulating about Crowley's rank. I have varied reasons for not responding to it directly, but on its last entry into my timeline, Sir Terry Pratchett's writing was brought in as if to say it fit with the OP's idea.

Let me tell you about the alternate reality I live in where that is not even close to being remotely true.

In my reality, Sir Terry Pratchett wrote 41 Discworld novels. As I understand it, that does at least fit with the current reality I find myself in. I read all 41 of those novels last year (2024).

Across those novels, higher ranking characters using their ranks to their advantage happened repeatedly. Maybe the rank would be overt and known. Maybe it was subtle and vaguely hinted at, but my point is it happened. So, Crowley being a higher ranking angel and subtly using what he knows of the past status is far more in line with the Discworld Pratchett novels I read than not.

In the Discworld novels I read, playing with ideas, playing games, and playing with words was common practice. I never detected anything on the scale of Earthly Objects, but I could at least get stuff like Blown Away = Gone with the Wind. I didn't get that one right away. I decided to not look it up and just assumed I wouldn't get it but didn't want to stop every time I sensed some possible reference to something. But eventually I got it. I could get that Sam Vimes was given a special, meaningful earthly object to him in Night Watch. And I definitely sensed, after awhile, always, always look for the Rule of Three.

Speaking of the Rule of Three, a Rule of Three is met with the Crowley rank idea through Shax. The first clue happens in Crowley's car in S2E2. The second clue happens with Crowley standing at threshold, a literal door, in S2E3 with Crowley saying, "Maybe you'll spot an archangel." The third clue happens with Shax telling Gabriel to go back inside and refers to Crowley as an "arch traitor."

With a Rule of Three met, that means I've found something, instead of nothing.

In the Discworld novels I read, there were puzzles and Clues. There was discussion of using clues to one's advantage or being dangerous, but a lot of times clues were indeed clues, even if the characters didn't really know or grasp what they meant yet.

In the Discworld novels I read, thresholds mattered. Doors, windows, edges, those were definitely things for thresholds. What does that have to do with Crowley's rank? Play the sideburns game in Good Omens 2 or read my play on it in my posts.

In the Discworld novels I read, based on the numerous clues presented in Good Omens 2, Crowley's rank as a higher-ranking angel would be far more likely than not. There was no cut to some other scene with a demon pretending to give Crowley powers Crowley didn't know he had that surprised him early on in the season. Or anything resembling that. It was quite the opposite really since there is a cut to a scene where Michael and Uriel probably unintentionally gave Crowley the Acting Supreme Archangel rank.

Now in these Discworld novels, the author didn't tell the readers explicitly everything, either. The Lady is Lady Luck. The Discworld novels tell you this through clues but do not give the exact name. You have to figure it out for yourself and just let it be that. She isn't in every Discworld novel, not even close, but the narrative still ensures that you are never given her name directly.

I still know that's who she was.

...

In Good Omens 2, thanks to my ability to play the Earthly Objects game, I actually know, quite extensively, to not be dismissive of the rank clues for Crowley.

And I got to play the most amazing game for that. The Sir Terry Pratchett of my reality would have liked that, especially with my having eventually figured out that Earthly Objects exists as far back as the book.

[foreverautisticbrainrot]

About this never ending RhylieTheCaterfly/MysteryBooks drama:

Hi guys, this is Promni again. This is the first and last time I'll be referring to old accounts and drama like this, but every damn time I come back to Tumblr I'm met with this shit and honestly I'm fed up with both sides.

Y'all gotta learn to shut up. Both sides are feeding each other too much and no one deserves harassment. You have both said that you won't stop unless the other person does, but one of you has to be the better and bigger person and block them and stop talking about the drama.

@9mysterybook6 I understand you are trying to help people but making over 60 posts is kindaaaaa ridiculous. You gotta let things go, you making posts replying to her isnt helping its making her do worse shit. We know how awful she can be, but shes also a massive creepy troll. If you keep feeding her [which you are], she's going to keep going. So please, shut up.

@rhyliecaterflywillnotgetbanned Shut up. You don't get a please. I'm not gonna play this game with you. You know what you've done, you don't have to admit it [because you never will] but please stop talking about this drama.

I know this post seems out of the blue but as someone who was deeply in the drama [and the main reason as to why it got so inflated my bad guys] you guys just need to let things end. Infecting the whole community with your dumb drama makes everyone upset :( SHUT UP! thank you. Call me an asshole I'm not taking anything back.

[putschki1969]

2025/03/19 Blog post by Wakana ミニドウガ‼︎〜声が大きかった話〜

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Mini Video!! 〜Story of a Loud Voice〜

Today, it snowed heavily in Tokyo (°_° Tomorrow is Spring Equinox...🌸(°_° But where is spring?

I got on the train today, and something really embarrassing happened😂 As I was slowly heading towards the platform, a train just happened to be there! I thought I would better hurry so I ran towards the door. I was so panicked that for some reason I got on while saying "Whoaaaaa!!! I'm sorry! Excuse me!" in a very loud voice😂 I even held up my arms like the guys from Dachou Club✋✋ [Note: For reference, see below]

While asking myself, "who am I even apologising to?", I suddenly realised that the bottom of my coat had gotten stuck in the door... This time, I cried out, "Oh no!" (Why is this happening to me?? *laughs*) I was so embarrassed that I quickly tried to pull it out, that's when a kind lady rushed to my aid and helped me pull it out😭✨ Sure enough, I thanked her in a super loud voice😂The worst thing was that the car was pretty empty and quiet😂 It was simply embarrassing *laughs*

Well. For the next podcast, let's make the topic, "Something embarrassing you've been through recently"😂 Let's all comfort each other about our embarrassing little stories＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

Now, the talk theme for the upcoming podcast is, "Tell me your favourite Wakana song"! 😊 Please let me know your passionate thoughts! Submit your message here! ↓↓↓ https://wakana-fc.jp/answers/botanical_oshaberi_20/new

I thought I'd try singing one of my favourite songs, so I made a short video!＼(^o^)／ Rehearsals for "Wakana Spring Live 2025 ~Little Dance~" are starting soon so I thought I would post a video of me practicing while being watched by Tet! ! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //// Please pay attention to Tet cheering me on with an encouraging look📣 The video is really short, I chose to sing "Butterfly Dream" (^-^)

I would like to talk a little about the lyrics of this song... "He" is the narrator of the song and asks "Her" what she wants most right now. What "He" wants is to be trapped in this time and space with "Her" forever. "He" keeps asking "Her" quietly so that "She" won't notice "His" feelings. The question is like a spell. "What do you want most right now?" Mesmerising, enchanting. Soft and quiet. Lulling you into a false sense of security...You won't even notice...It's a very scary song if you think about it🤣🤣 But I really like these sort of dark fantasy lyrics! I wrote it wanting to convey a humble dream of the narrator who can't express his feelings well.

So yeah, this is the song I chose to share with you! And it's acappella! 🎤*laughs* I ended up singing such a difficult song acappella😂 It's a bit weird, but I hope you enjoy it!

In preparation for the live on April 10th, I'm once again spending my days singing a lot and challenging my own songs. I'm excited to see everyone soon!😊 I'll also try to share some of the rehearsals with you😊 I can't wait to sing all these songs... Everyone, please look forward to next month! ＼(^o^)／

《Performance Overview》 [Title] 『Wakana Spring Live 2025 ～Little Dance～』 [Date/Time] April 10, 2025 Open 17:45 / Start 18:30 [Venue] Hulic Hall Tokyo [Performers] Vocal: Wakana Music Director/Keyboard: Takebe Satoshi Drums: Tsuruya Tomoo Bass: Hamasaki Kenta Guitar: Ueda Koji Manipulator: Maeda Yugo [Ticket Price] 8,800 yen (+additional drink fee of 600 yen) [Ticket Site]https://www.red-hot.ne.jp/play/detail.php?pid=py26217 [General Ticket Sale e+] March 8~

My days of singing continue under the watchful eye of Tet...✨

Until next time~☆( *'▽’*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

2025/03/18 Instagram post by Wakana

Some scenes from my visit to Saitama Children's Zoo last year 🐇🐧🐨🦒🐎🐄 (I actually went back there on my own just the other day *laughs*) I have a lot of photos and videos, but I haven't uploaded any of them💦 I'll share them little by little 🫣 In this first video, I asked my manager to film me while I was buying a yogurt drink from the vending machine 📷️When I inserted some coins, I suddenly heard a cow mooing 🐮 It was the type of vending machine that mooed 😂😂 I was genuinely so surprised, I am glad it was captured on camera😂 The yogurt drink was very delicious!! Thank you, cows!!🍼(Source)