#twisting my melon

[mondaymelon]

"split card!"

"hey, what do you think? pretty cool, huh?"

(character: cater diamond from twisted wonderland) ⤷ audio: honeypie ⤷ app used: capcut

my edit. no reposts !!

@lume-nosity hehehejofadsjfldjf !!

[vi-visected]

the last few days i’ve been pretty much exclusively drawing ponies so. sorry for that.

[b0nkers-papaya]

BriarBaskets Return

Now that I'm back from my little hiatus/break, I will continue working on my twst au :DD

Whilst I'm working, feel free to ask questions in the comments and I'll try my best to answer them :3

[brasskingfisher]

TFW...(art history nerd alert)

Ok so, recently I've been playing through AC Syndicate (I know I'm years behind the curve) and came across this artwork in the course of a story mission

Only, I KNOW THIS PIECE! This is William Blake's A Vision of the Last Judgement

And I know that because for several years I was part of the team that cared for it! This piece of nowhere near this big, and whilst it's use is ironic (you can hide behind it in order to assassinate your target) it's a weird feeling to see something you know so well featured in pop culture....

[conchcronch]

Salt, Sweat and Seawater

WC: 1792

Pairing: Lucanis x Fem!Rook

Summary: Lucanis is just trying to enjoy the view, but Spite just has to distract him.

A/N: should I be finishing my Kinktober? Yes. Do I have a new hyper fixation? Also yes.

It wasn’t unheard of for Lucanis to be outside of his room during the day, cup of coffee in hand, his back against the stonewall of the dining room/bedroom. His eyes never leave Rook.

He watched as she swung her sword with so much ease it was as though the weapon was an extension of her arm. Next to her stood Bellara, who held one of Rook’s older, smaller swords in her left hand, nodding as Rook tried to explain basic hand to hand combat. They weren’t close enough for Lucanis to hear what they were talking about but now that Rook’s back was to him he was able to look her up and down without needed to act nonchalant about it.

She stood taller than him, something he was not new to. Her auburn hair which was normally tied into a bun when out in the field was currently swaying past her shoulders, only her bangs were pulled back in a half up style. Despite the use of a sword, she hadn’t bothered to daun her equipment, opting to remain in her casual attire. The red sash that wrapped around her waist always drew Lucanis’ eyes down to it, her body looking delicate yet deadly. He couldn’t see the muscles in her arms, but he knew they were firm from years of training with a sword. Where he was fast and light on his feet, she was sturdy and powerful.

While she moved, demonstrating how one should stand while anticipating a counter, something that Bellara seemed interested in knowing but unlikely to use, he couldn;t help but watch her ass. Every time she shifted her weight from her non dominant foot to show a brace, her pants hugged the curve of her cheeks, her thighs almost straining against the fabric as she bent at the knees.

He feels the presence without needing to look at the figure standing next to him. He hoped that by refusing to acknowledge him, Spite would quickly grow bored and retreat back into him. The sound of the creature sniffing the air beside him made the Crow sigh. “smells of-“ The twisted version of his voice rang both in his ears and his head simultaneously. The demon stepped out into the sun, his form untouched by the light, almost swallowing it instead. Lucanis knew there was no use telling him not to, so he hoped by not doing anything it wouldn’t draw attention to himself, allowing him to watch longer. “Smells of blood, of sweat, hints of…of melon, in her hair.” Spite walked right up to Rook, stepping around her as he sniffed the air, leaning into her personal space, the way Lucanis so desperately wanted to.

Lucanis couldn’t help the grimace that befell his lips as Spite sullied his view of Rook, no longer could his eyes move over her tensed muscles, firm ass, her tapered in waist or her pillowy chest, Spite was always in frame.

“Smells of arousal” Lucanis’ eyes raised from the swirling dark liquid in his mug, now seeing Spite directly in front of Rook as she listened to Bellara’s hurried questions, the demon’s lips were parted, his tongue darting out over them as he almost began to drool. “Sex, she wants it, craves it, reeks of it.” his words were becoming frenzied, Lucanis could feel the demon’s power surge inside of him, but he forced himself to remain level, not wanting to alert the rest of his companions. “Let me take over, let me give her what she craves” He’s back in front of the crow in the blink of an eyes, his knees bent so even while Lucanis is looking down at his coffee he can still see the crazed purple eyes. “Want a taste, a taste of her, she reeks of it, reeks reek REEKS of sex” The crows’ jaw clenches and unclenches, moving to breath through his mouth, as Spite power courses through his body just one inhale through his nose he’d smell whatever the demon did. And that was a line he didn’t want to cross.

It was hard enough to be so infatuated by the party’s leader, to look at her every chance he got, to invite her to Traviso under the gauze of dealing with Crow matters, but truly only wanting to get an evening alone with her, it was becoming difficult to handle. But to smell her, to really smell her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself. He could already feel Spite’s frenzied arousal pulse in his crotch, having to shift his position to cross his legs as he leaned against the wall. “Smell her” He was back, where there should have been air from his words on his cheek there was nothing, as though there was no one standing a few inches from his ear and yet the words rang so loud. “Give in, smell her, taste her on the air” Spite huskily spoke into Lucanis’ ear, “Salt, seawater, sweat” salt…Lucanis recalled one of their first normal discussions over coffee after his cousin had left. She had mentioned salt in her drink, as they went back and forth over the taste of a first kiss.

Subconsciously he sucked in a breath through his nose as he recalled their banter. Her smell flooded his senses, breathing it in wasn’t enough. He swallowed a lung full of air, her taste on his tongue as though he were between her thighs. “Yes yes yes yes taste, smell, she needs us, craves us”

The sound of two swords clashing made his body tense, his head snapping up on instinct. Rook stood with her sword in front of her, slashing lightly at Bellara who was standing with decent blocking form, her sword crossed in front of her face with her palm firm against the side to give the weapon more support.

Normally pride would fill his chest to see his companions teaching each other, helping one another improve but his mind was so clouded by the taste of her on his tongue and the throb between his legs. His erection was now so obvious he had to excuse himself, kicking himself off the wall and turning on his heel as he tossed the rest of his now cold coffee back.

If he had looked over his shoulder he would have seen Rook glance in his direction, eyes hoping to land on the crow but seeing him step into his room instead. Her smile dropped. And he missed it, but Spite did not.

The door slammed, his cup placed on the long wooden table as he walked around it and towards his small back bedroom. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock pulsed like this, the taste gone from his tongue but not to be forgotten. Maybe it was Spite’s nagging but he vowed he would taste it again, when he was on his knees between her legs, he was determined.

He closed and locked his bedroom door, his hands working his pants open before he could even get to the bed. He hated to do this, it always made him feel so slimy, especially when the only person on his mind was his employer. When his hand wrapped around his cock the two of them moaned in unison.

Spite wasn’t material, but his voice and sounds were everywhere. “We need her” The crow tipped his head back against the stone wall, mouth falling open as his breathing quickened. “We need to fuck her, claim her as ours” Lucanis’ eyes felt heavy, allowing them to fall closed as he worked his cock with quick strokes, his thumb swiping over his flared head, wiping the bead of pre cum down.

Behind his closed eyes he imagined it. Imaging how she’d look underneath him, her hair splayed out on his lackluster bed. Her soft lips parted, waiting for him to press his lips to hers again. Her sounds could be like music to his ears, nothing like her battle cries. But maybe like her pained winches, he once heard her dressing a wound and since then he found himself replaying that sound as his hand tightened around his shaft.

“Get her” Spite’s words rang around him, his tone dripping in carnal lust. “Bring her in here” for the first time this afternoon Lucanis found words coming from his own mouth.

“No” Spite growled then hissed as Lucanis tightened his grip on his cock, his hips twitching up to fuck into his hand.

“We need her”

“No” even such a simple word was a struggle to push out through his bared teeth, his hand now moving so quickly the sound fills the room.

“I want to see her” Spite’s tone was insistent but also with an underlying whine, something that only happened in these private moments. “I like her, I want to fuck her, make her scream, make her beg for me, for us!” His words were frantic, moans echoing around the crow as he tried his best to focus on chasing his pleasure instead of imagining his employer.

“Rooook” Lucanis’ own voice surprises himself, his free hand shooting up to cover his mouth, unsure whether the word came from his own pleasure or if Spite was the cause, but he didn’t want to take the risk.

“Louder”

“No” Lucanis breathed, muffled by the hand gripping the bottom half of his face.

“Loud enough she comes running” the crow tries to ignore the demon, he feels like he’s teetering on the edge of orgasm. “Give me control, I can ta-“ The rush of pleasure must have come as a surprise to the demon, his sentence ended prematurely by a moan perfectly echoing Lucanis’ own as he spilled his seed.

“Maker” the crow breathed, when the shocks of climax had died down, staring at his hand which now had ropes of drying cum on it. He knew he should get up, to start cleaning the few drops of cum that had landed on his pants and his vest before they left a crusty stain, but he just couldn’t force himself to move quite yet.

He couldn’t remember the last time he slept, exhaustion settling into his limbs quicker then he could fight it off. But the sound of knuckles on his closed door jolted his eyes open. “Lucanis” her voice was soft, a hint of concern underlying his name. He remained silent as he forced his softening cock back into his pants, grimacing as he wiped his hand on his blanket and hoping she would call his name again as he rested his head against his barely used pillow, sleep tugging at his eyelids. Spite was appeased, for now.

[knoepfl]

Shadows That Linger

Characters:

-Melon

-Reader (You)

-Lions

Trigger Warnings:

Power imbalance

Psychological manipulation

Implied violence

Masterlist

Words: 723

--- The dimly lit room hummed with tension. Melon sat casually at the head of the table, his mismatched eyes glinting as he listened to the lions argue amongst themselves. They were bickering over territory disputes—boring, predictable, and ultimately beneath him.

His sharp smile flickered as he leaned back, fingers drumming against the polished surface of the table. He was the picture of calm, but his mind was elsewhere, as it often was these days.

The lions’ voices quieted when a soft knock echoed against the heavy oak door.

It was hesitant, barely audible. Melon’s ears twitched.

“Enter,” he said coolly, his eyes narrowing.

The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, timidly clutching the edges of your sweater. You barely raised your eyes, scanning the intimidating figures of the lions before settling on Melon.

He arched an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “This is… unexpected.”

You hesitated in the doorway, shrinking under the weight of so many stares. For a moment, you almost turned back. But then Melon’s gaze caught yours—sharp, curious, but not unkind. It was enough to give you courage.

“I-I…” you started, your voice soft as a whisper. “I’m sorry. I… I wanted to see you.”

The lions exchanged incredulous glances, a few growling under their breath.

Melon’s smile widened, sharp and amused. “Gentlemen, it seems I have a visitor. Don’t let me stop you—continue.”

He waved a hand dismissively, but his gaze remained fixed on you.

As the lions returned to their discussion, you quietly padded across the room, your steps barely audible. When you reached Melon’s side, you hesitated, your fingers fidgeting nervously.

Without looking up, you whispered, “I… I’ll wait by the door if it’s better…”

Melon chuckled, the sound low and oddly warm. “And have you eavesdropping on sensitive matters? No, little one. If you insist on being here, then stay.” He gestured to the empty chair beside him. “Sit.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you obeyed, slipping into the chair and folding your hands in your lap. The lions cast you wary glances, but you kept your head down, avoiding their scrutiny.

Melon, however, kept stealing glances your way. There was something endearing about the way you sat so quietly, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

The meeting dragged on, and though you didn’t say a word, Melon could feel your presence like a warm shadow. When the lions finally filed out, grumbling among themselves, you let out a small breath of relief.

Melon rose from his chair and stretched lazily, his sharp grin firmly in place. “You’ve got a knack for showing up at inconvenient times,” he teased.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, staring at the floor. “I… I didn’t want to bother you. I just… missed you.”

He tilted his head, his mismatched eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Missed me, did you? And what do you call this, then?” He gestured to the chair you’d been glued to for the entire meeting.

You looked away, your voice barely audible. “I just… feel safe when you’re around.”

For a moment, Melon said nothing. His expression softened, his usual sharpness dulling ever so slightly.

“You’re a peculiar creature,” he murmured, crouching in front of you so his face was level with yours. “Soft-spoken, timid… and yet, you refuse to leave my side. Why?”

You fidgeted, your fingers twisting the hem of your sweater. “Because you saved me,” you admitted quietly. “And… you’re the only one who’s ever looked at me like I’m more than just a predator. I don’t want to be alone again.”

Melon studied you in silence, his expression unreadable. Then, with a wry smile, he reached out and flicked your forehead lightly.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for clingy little things like you,” he said, his tone playful but not unkind. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

Your eyes widened, and a small, shy smile tugged at your lips. “O-Okay.”

He straightened and offered you his hand, which you took hesitantly. As the two of you left the meeting room, Melon’s grin widened.

For all his sharp edges and fractured morals, he didn’t mind having you around. You were quiet, unassuming, and utterly devoted—an odd contrast to his chaotic life.

And deep down, though he’d never admit it, he liked the way your presence felt. Like a shadow that lingered, warm and unyielding. ---

[muchalucha-art]

Some Coco awesomeness to make my day...

for the clown + outfit thingy, 2E for Coco Demento! (mucha lucha)

Still looking intimidating

[marcelinenocturne]

᧙ Just a note about how great könig and *ೃ

Minors DNI! ⌑ Inspiration link (๑´`๑)

Warnings: My opinion, fluffy headcanons, König’s big body struggles

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When people mention that König is a big guy, some might picture a tall and lean man. But for me, that’s hard to believe. Others imagine him as a wall of pure muscle, with a physique akin to a bodybuilder, simply because it’s "visually appealing." However, this completely ignores the military context he comes from.

His body was literally trained to be resilient and strong—exactly what the army looks for. Ever seen a heavyweight lifter? You don’t need to be an expert to imagine that beneath all that gear hides a massive guy weighing roughly 100 kilos or more, who probably consumes 4,000 to 6,000 calories daily just to keep up.

To be honest, I can only picture his large, thick chest paired with broad, veiny arms, his body easily twice the size of an average man. I think about his slightly bloated belly after a buffet—because let’s be real, the restaurant probably took a loss after König kept calling the poor waiter over every two minutes.

Have you ever tried shopping for clothes for your “pet bear”? Fancy brand shirts struggle to contain him, with the buttons at the top stretched so tight they give you a sneak peek of his skin beneath. Or his massive biceps refusing to let the sleeves even make it past his arms. Meanwhile, you’re standing outside the fitting room, hearing him mutter curses in German.

If you’re brave enough to peek inside, you’ll probably catch him trapped in some poor one-size-fits-all shirt. And don’t even get me started on pants—those things always get stuck halfway up his thick, round thighs. He’ll be visibly annoyed because he really liked the pants, but alas, there’s no bigger size. Poor König. Clothes that fit his upper body end up baggy in other areas because they’re made for overweight frames rather than muscular ones.

You can try to comfort him by saying he looks better without clothes anyway, but all you’ll get in return is one of those “don’t tempt me” stares. Speaking of his struggles with clothing, König faces an even greater punishment with underwear. The elastic bands are often too tight, and while some brands accommodate “above-average” sizes in the front, nobody seems to think about guys with big butts. His underwear ends up too short in the back, leaving the edges of his perfect, round cheeks exposed like a pair of tempting melons barely contained by micro-shorts. He’d be so flustered and grumpy about it.

But having a König all to yourself has its perks! Lying on him is like lying on a breathing mattress—though sometimes the mattress might let out a cabbage-scented death cloud. Okay, that part isn’t great, but having him as your living bed still has its advantages. Especially when he’s lying on his stomach, and you can throw yourself on top of him, feeling the gradual warmth of his soft, comfy body. His behind, in particular, is irresistibly plush. If you’re the playful type, you might even pretend to “hump” him while he’s face-down. It’d be hilarious—until he flips the script and you’re the one getting wrecked.

To clarify, my take on König is neither that of a bodybuilder nor a big guy without strength or purpose. He’s the real strongman—the kind who could knock someone out with a slap, lift an 80-kilo man and snap his spine, or twist necks like he’s prepping a chicken for stew.

In short, he’s got that famous “dad bod,” but scaled up—not just tall, but wide as well, which is wonderful. No matter how big you are, you’ll always feel small next to him. That warm, soft body could break you if he hugged you too tightly, and isn’t that just perfect? <3

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This post isn’t meant to criticize anyone or their preferences. I just wanted to share how I imagine König beneath the uniform. ૮₍꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂ ₎აApologies if I offended anyone ૮₍ ´• ˕ •` ₎ა

Remembering that I am not fluent in English so if there is any error it is the translator app's fault. ૮₍⇀‸↼‶₎ა🇧🇷➛🇺🇸

[camphorror]

he's a fucking cunt, and i hate him and i love him. and he twists my melon, man!

[earthnashes]

Melon didn't stand a chance.

One moment he's staring the end of their journey over the horizon, and the next he's sent plummeting into the awaiting maw of the trench he stood over by a hearty smack of a claw.

He yelps as he tumbles, twisting in the air for a heartstopping moment before his back meets a crag. Mario's cries are muted by rushing wind as he slips again, falling falling falling--

A heavy thud echoes as he collides--bounces-- off another rock face. His ears rings with the rattling in his skull---

A sharp thwack of his head hitting a jutting ledge, and suddenly Melon doesn't hear-- or feel-- much of anything the rest of the way down.

A metal tang coats his tongue red, and the sting of the air bites against his bruises.

 No weight on his back anymore-- 

Everything hurts. 

--the boy...Mario. Where's Mario? D-did he fall too--

Can't move.

--he needs to get up. His human cub, he could be hurt o-or--- get up--

Stay down.

--get up get up GET UP-- 

Melon stays down, can't muster the strength to listen to the mantra in his head. Instead, all he hears is the desperate wails of Mario, and it's enough to force his eyes open just a sliver. He blearily looks up.

At the edge of the cliff he tumbled from stands the silhouettes he can only barely make out; three huge, three smaller, all laughing and pointing and grinning toothily at the heap of him. The leader- and he must be, with how he leers cockily over the ledge-- sneers down at him.

"Thank ye for the delivery, lad! We've been lookin' all over for this little bastard," he says, and without a care he swings a hollering Mario over the ledge by the scruff. The boy twists precariously in his grip --one slip from falling-- and reaches out for Melon with terrified tears in his eyes. He wails some semblance of his name, and Melon feels his gut twist.

no

"Come now, lad, I see that long face from here; ye nothin' to worry about! Brat may've been a pain in the arse to get, but it'll be worth it in the end. Pirate's Honor: we'll take real good care of 'em," The leader gloats, ugly grin stretching wider as he flicks the boy's nose with a sharp claw. "Just like we have his snivellin' flake of a brother. They'll fetch a fine cut yet."

No no no give him back

"I reckon ye wanna say g'bye at least, aye? I could grant that much, bein' a frog of honor and wot-not." The captain holds Mario high above his head, like an angler would his prized catch, and grins down at Melon from his spot above.

"Go on then. Tell 'em 'afore I change me mind."

Something twisted and ugly clogs Melon's throat with bile and copper. He bares his teeth and tries tries tries to bark, to roar, anything to demand his human cub back to him.

GIVE HIM BACK, his mind screetches. But all that crawls out of his mouth is a rattling, broken whimper. It drags his strength with it by the scruff, spilling in a tiny puddle of spittle and grime and blood as his vision begins to waver. His eyes glaze over and fall closed against his will.

And within the canopy of booming laughs and grating cackles, the last thing Melon hear is Mario's cries.

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AND HERE IT IS.

Part 10 of Melon's Adventure, FINALLY COMPLETE, and with it Arc 1 of this story has come to a close!

I'm glad I managed to finish this arc even with it being forced into a hiatus alongside my burnout months back; I had an absolute blast revisiting my childhood and telling the story in a way I've always imagined it as a kid.

Now, given that it's been a while since the last part, I've taken the liberty to compile all of Melon's Adventure into the #melon's adventure tag for ease of access if you'd like to read it back from the beginning!

Despite this marking the end of Arc 1, I'm hoping to make this the start of me delving back into my Super Mario AU, albeit in a slightly different way. There's still plenty of stories there I'd love to share with ya'll. :>

In fact, in related news: I'm actually planning on opening an online store, and my first planned launch will be themed on Melon's Adventure! More information to come on that relatively soon as more work is done.

At any rate, I hope ya'll enjoyed this story! More to come soon! owo

[lovecomedy]

If you need any convincing that Noel and Liam Gallagher are incestuous freaks (affectionate), here's the basic information you need

First of all. The kisses

Loch Lomond kiss, where they just... made out on stage in front of cameras. Cool. There's a gif with every photo from every angle.

Another kiss, this time in Japan. Here's the actual video.

And here's the same video but together with nice quotes from their 2016 documentary:

Here's a 2005 award event where they kiss again and also look quite in love

And here's Liam straight up groping Noel during concerts:

General stage antics and more groping:

Just one more groping

Ok. Let's talk about the music, then

Oasis has a song that Noel wrote called "My Sister Lover". The title speaks for itself, really. It includes amazing lyrics such as "You're my lover, I'm your brother"

But there's more! Noel used the same chorus of this song (with different lyrics) for a song he released in his solo album, 20 years later. It's called "Lock All the Doors". The very first line says: "She wore a star-shaped tambourine, prettiest girl I’d ever seen". And guess... guess who famously played a star-shaped tambourine? Liam! And Noel was the one that gifted him the fucking tambourine!!

Liam wrote a song for Oasis called Guess God Thinks I'm Abel

I'll just link everything that's been said about this song, because it really is batshit insane that this song exists

(It's common in the north of England to refer to things and people as "our". When either Liam or Noel say "our kid", they're talking about each other)

Liam has the tendency of thinking every song Noel writes is about him, including the love songs

Here he says "I'm his muse", along with some other interesting quotes

Ok, now we're on to suspicious quotes!

They had sex last night, according to Liam

This one is my favorite:

Of course this one is just all the weird quotes jammed in one post, you can feel yourself going crazy as you read it

Noel assures us that Liam knows about his arse

Other people confirming that they act like a couple. And them being fucking weird about each other’s marriages.

This one has Noel saying Liam is deeply in love with him. At the bottom, Liam's tweet.

Actually Liam always tweets things that basically confirm they're relationship. Like when somebody asked him if he ever rimmed Noel. Yeah.

This radio interview is where the most lovely quotes come from. Only Noel was supposed to be interviewed but then they both showed up PISSED DRUNK. Transcription in the same post

Even More weird quotes

This one involves the word impregnate

Noel making a suspicious comment about his daughter and son, Anais and Donovan

I think to be convinced you really just need that, but I'd like to add some niceties.

Just genuinely enjoying each other’s company

This is from the Oasis; 10 Minutes Of Noise and Confusion documentary. As Noel is kissing Liam's cheek, Liam is saying "He’s a fucking cunt and I hate him and I love him and he twists my melon, man. He’s the best songwriter in the fucking world.”

Some sweet quotes, and some less sweet ones as well

From the Supersonic documentary

Hugging after playing football

Just being silly

To finish off, two wonderful video edits with endearing moments

[korrasamibottles]

For @korrasamiweek2024 Day 3: The Beach oops actually it's Day 7: FREE DAY

“I think I still owe you a ride.” Korra swipes a hand through her hair, and the shining dark strands feather back down to frame the dusky rose blush blooming across her cheeks. “Well I'd hate to make a liar out of you,” she says. “You're not too busy?” Asami thinks about the mountain of expense reports wating for her back in her sweltering office, about another night spent doing math—and not the fun kind—until her eyes glaze over and she falls asleep at her desk without eating, and she briefly entertains the idea of walking into the sea right here and now. Instead she swings a leg over the side of the jet ski and checks the kill switch, feels the corner of her mouth twitch up into a smile and beckons Korra over with a quick jerk of her head. “Hop on.”

A 1980s Lifeguard Korra/Jet Ski Saleswoman Asami AU beamed straight from my twisted mind to yours, in which a melon meets a terrible fate, a chance meeting turns into something more, and Asami remembers how to have fun.

Rated E for Everything Under The Sun (extreme horniness, jealousy, angst, romance, explicit sillygoofy smut🔞, and a happy ending)

[woodlandwarbler]

My 2024 Renegade Bindery Bound Fic Exchange book, Howl's Twisted Castle by Winrywieldswrenches!

Details under the cut.

Very pleased with the title/drop cap font, Protest by 177 Studio.

Bookcloth is a mysterious red from a group auction buy. It has a funny texture but worked nicely.

Paper on the cover was hand marbled by me!

First time doing edge sprinkling, and first time decorating edges without sanding. I'm very pleased with how it came out! I did have to spend several minutes scrubbing my floor for wild paint sprinkles.

Hand sewn endbands with DMC embroidery floss.

Endpapers (not pictured) are Craft Consortium Ink Drops.

Used Bitter Melon Bindery's casing-in method from this video and it went swimmingly with cardstock endpapers.

Just noticed I typoed the author's name on the title page 🫠

The author is not on Tumblr but was record fast in okaying her fic to bind, and very lovely when I sent photos!

[cloudstarcats]

I’m back bitches-

Anyways Shang Qinghua as the creator god of SVSSS is still my fav so here’s some little thoughts to feed y’all-

All his disciples that form a golden core gain the power to make very specific things which they love

Someone makes dandelions

Someone can make perfectly round stones

Another person can make little tea cups of stone

Not all useful but personal in that no one person can make the same as another

Shang Qinghua is overflowing with energy, just not like- qi energy

Hence why no one clocks him as a god

Qi wise he’s not powerful powerful

But his godly powers emanate the energy of the world, so it’s very ambient- only when he concentrates does one feel this sort of pressure, as if the invisible air is bending and twisting to form solid mass

He usually uses his godly powers to make melon seeds

He could use it to do paperwork but frankly he feels like it’s cheating and he just. Forgets.

He makes Mobei-jun stuff all the time tho

His king’s cloak is ruined? He fixes it discreetly. His king looks tired? Boom, magic calming tea. His king wants to fuck him- boom, lube.

Mobei-jun knows.

He knows so much

He knows Shang Qinghua is a god

He knows that he created it all.

He knows that he is the perfect man in SQH’s eyes.

He knows

He also knows that his little god is scared of thunder

And gets cold because he forgets his cloak

And likes to make little flowers when he thinks MB isn’t looking.

He knows that Shang Qinghua is kind.

Much too forgiving, much too gentle, much too scared.

That’s alright

This King will keep his little god safe.

It is only fair that he should

It is the duty of a husband after all.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Yuji and co. meeting Nanami's s/o who works at an frozen dessert shop that he always goes to?

It was a suspiciously hot day for May in Tokyo. Sure, it was usually starting to heat up around this time of year, but not nearly this hot. Yuji remembered a saying once from one of the American movies he’d seen called ‘Indian Summer’, when it was unseasonably warm in the fall. Like a last little clip of summer in the middle of the week before it cooled down. He wondered if their was a saying like that for spring. Colonizer Winter?

“Yuji, is everything alright?”

The teen looked up from his thoughts at Nanami, who was looking at him with concern; or as much concern as that stoic face could get. He smiled. “Oh, yeah I’m fine. Just a little warm.”

Nanami hummed in agreement, then crossed the street when it turned green. “Would you like some ice cream?”

Yuji perked up at the mention of ice cream and gave an enthusiastic yes. He followed Nanami down the street to a small, cute looking shop that advertised frozen dessert. With the heat, it was very popular today.

“Hey! What are you doing here??” Another adult behind the counter greeted. Coming around quickly to hug Nanami. “I thought you’d be working all day.”

“I am. We stopped in for a refreshment. This is Yuji.” He waved.

“Hi Yuji! I’m [Y/N]. Nanami has told me so much about you.”

“He has?”

[Y/N] chuckled at his oblivious expression. “He’s adorable.” Yuji blushed. “Go on, pick whatever you’d like. On the house.”

He seemed a little surprised by that, but went over to the menu and picked out a modest single cone with sprinkles and waffle twists. Nanami asked for a melon sorbet. “Is it really ok you’re giving this to me for free? I have money.”

“He is adorable.” [Y/N] repeated as they handed the men their frozen treats. “It’s really ok. I own this place. So I decide who gets free cones. Plus, there’s the ‘boyfriend discount’.”

Yuji was surprised, but then saw the way they were looking at Nanami, who took a bite of his sorbet with his spoon. “We should get going.”

“Ok. I’ll see you later?” Nanami nodded and [Y/N] grinned. “Bye Yuji! Come back any time when you want ice cream!”

He waved back at them as he and his mentor headed out to the street. “I didn’t know you had a partner Nanami-san.”

“I prefer to keep my private life private.” He told Yuji. “Plus, I don’t want that idiot knowing at I date someone who owns an ice cream shop. He’d never leave me alone.”

Somewhere in the world Gojo Satoru sneezed all of a sudden. Startled by the sudden urge, but went back to what he was doing.

[buffetlicious]

I tried the ala carte 9-pcs Spicy Chicken McNuggets (S$7.80) from McDonald’s Singapore last week. These fried chicken nuggets are zinged up with cayenne pepper and chilli powder, so you get a subtle kick of heat. Dipping them into the curry sauce make them even nicer. Like the above burgers, this one is also available for a limited time only, so hurry, go try them before they are taken off the menu.

Mum had the Extra Value Meal of Filet-O-Fish (S$5.50) with the default medium French fries and a small drink. Actually, she only wanted the burger itself but I got her the set meal as it is more worth the money.

The Yubari Melon soft serve is also back for a limited time. Bought the Yubari Melon Cone (S$1.20) and eat it as I made my way to the supermarket at the basement level. The melon flavour is fragrant and the vanilla-based soft serve creamy though a tad sweet for me.

Mum said she craves some ice cream so I bought her back to McDonald’s and bought both the Yubari Melon Twist Cone and Yubari Melon Cone (S$1.20 each). I wouldn't normally buy the twist cone version but it is just for the camera. :D

Selected images courtesy of McDonald’s Singapore.