#women's muscles??? personally i'm a big fan

[starryeyesmasc]

girls who roll up their sleeves are so gay. tf are you exposing your muscles for? for other girls to stare at?? nerd

[parkerluvsu]

Sorry if i'm asking for too much but girl we desperately need a full fic of cowboy!Art 🛐. Like Art seeing another cowboy approach you and him feeling so jealous and possessive even you're not his yet and him finally finding the courage to confess his love to you but you reject him or something and he starts working harder to get you to accept him 🧎‍♀️🛐

omg not asking for too much at all!!! tried to make this as long as i could but im just so bad at translating my thoughts to words so.. hope u like it <3 (also no i don't know anything about cowboys or rodeos so please forgive me)

PonyBoy (Art Donaldson)

cowboy! art donaldson x fem! reader

late summer nights in july were always your favorite, the captivating sunsets and low-flying june bugs only adding to your enjoyment. usually, people in your small town could be found smoking or knitting on their creaky front porches on a pretty night like this but tonight was a special occasion, with every person who could manage the walk to the outskirts of town or snag a ride in the bed of a truck packed into the rickety seats of the outdoor arena, waiting for the rodeo show to begin. you near the entrance to the venue, tapping your foot anxiously. the most famous rodeo cowboy in your town, art donaldson, is facing another challenger from the next town over. of course you wanted your cowboy to win, there's always been rivalry between your two towns, and now that there was an outlet to outperform each other, both towns showed out for their cowboys.

art donaldson had been the talk of the town since he hit the scene a couple years ago, renowned for his skills and many trophies in rodeos across the state but especially popular among young women and men who found themselves extremely attracted to his strong frame and pretty blond hair. you never caught onto the craze though, thinking he was too good to be true. you'd been scorned a few times in your life by those pretty cowboy types, so you just leaned back in your seat and watched as fans of art crowded around the entrance where he would soon emerge.

as the lights dim over the arena the crowds roars become louder, the claps and woops of fans young and old echoing through the space. you almost have to cover your ears when the announcer yells at the crowd to settle down and welcome the challenger from the neighboring town. boos and yells now fill the stadium, as arts opponent preens at the attention coming from the crowd, tipping his obscenely huge cowboy hat at you, winking smugly. you roll your eyes, turning your head to the spotlight illuminating the entrance where art would soon emerge. the energy in the arena immediately changed when art entered the ring, and even you couldn't resist standing up and clapping and cheering for him like the rest of the fans in the crowd. you swore you felt his eyes on you when he was waving at the crowd, but you were just imagining it.. right?

the rodeo goes by in a flash, you're not surprised that art comes out on top in the end. he rides his horse in a celebratory circle around the ring, when he gets to your section your stomach drops as he tips his hat at you, a small smirk on his face. you look away, reasoning that he probably does this with every girl he sees, a big celebrity like him is sure to be a playboy.

exiting the arena, you looked for your car in the parking lot, lost in the sea of beat up pickups. not looking where you were going, you suddenly hit a wall of muscle, looking up, immediately annoyed before you notice a familiar smirk. "art.. art donaldson?" you step back, looking around for his roadies and drunk friends that always seem to follow him around. "in the flesh darlin'" he flashes that smirk again and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. "no offence but shouldnt you be like at an after party or something? you won today, im sure you'd get free drinks at any bar in town" you don't mean to stereotype him but.. he truly seems like the type to have a different girl hanging off his arm every night. he smiles, "parties ain't really my thing, actually i was hoping id find you out here". you look at him with raised eyebrows, wondering if he's got you mixed up with another girl. "see, well i saw you in the crowd, most people at these things just go crazy for me but, honestly you didn't seem too interested at all" he shrugs. you shake your head, hoping he's not out here to lecture you about his sport, "no, no that's not it.. i just don't exactly have interest in watching men preen themselves, i mean your opponent was being a total duche to me". he frowns immediately, "are you serious? jesus.. im sorry darlin' ill keep my eye out for him, wouldn't want you to get scared and never come see me again.." he trails off. you tap your foot on the ground hoping he'll get to the point soon. art catches your drift, "well anyway, i was wondering if you'd let me prove you wrong, im a little more than a famous cowboy yknow". you look around, almost expecting cameras to pop out and announce you were on some sort of prank show. "are you kidding?" he shakes his head. "listen i.. i don't doubt that you're fun or whatever but i don't date celebrities" you say matter-of-factly. he frowns, finally taking off his hat for the first time that night, letting you see his slightly sweaty blond hair, curled in the heat, "you're kidding. i promise, just lemme take you on one date-" you cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips, "i said i don't date celebrities. im flattered really, but i have my morals. goodnight ponyboy" he bristles at the nickname and you giggle, turning quickly and letting out a breath of air you didn't know you were holding. you barely register his call after you, "just gimme a call princess, ill prove you wrong!". you shake your head, finally making it to your car and shutting the door, placing your head on the steering wheel. that couldn't have actually just happened.. the art donaldson hitting on you.. you knew all the girls in your town would kill for a chance to be in your place, and they would never turn him down. driving along the winding roads to your house, you bite your lip, wondering if you made the right choice. shaking your head slightly you push the idea out of your mind, he's probably out finding another girl to flatter and take home. it was settled, you wouldn't think about him anymore. but as your head hit the pillow that night the last thing you thought of was that stupid smirk of his.

the rest of your week goes on like normal, repeating your routine every day, without thought of your weird encounter with art. it's wednesday, meaning the local farmers market is open. you grab your bag and head out into the world, immediately wishing you grabbed a hat to shield you from the sun. making you way down to the center of town, bustling with buyers and sellers of fresh food. you walked around the market, thinking about what you needed, you stopped at a peach stand to look at your list, not noticing who was next to you. "so we meet again sweetheart.." you recognize the drawl of the familiar cowboy next to you, letting out a deep sigh. "are you following me ponyboy?" you question, looking up at his blue eyes, shadowed by his cowboy hat. art shakes his head, chucking at you, and you hate to admit it but it's a very attractive chuckle. "no, 'course not, you turned me down remember? i know when im not wanted.." the way he says that, you almost get offended. "i- you know i didn't mean it like that, i just don't date celebrities, no matter who they are" you say, looking up at the now very confused peach farmer, looking between the both of you. you pay for your peaches and leave, and to your (partial) annoyance you hear arts cowboy boots against the gravel behind you. "can i ask you somethin'?" you nod, and art takes his place at your side. "why don't you date celebrities, just curious of course" you smile, shaking your head, he really won't give up, will he? "well, i guess i just don't think they're real, too good to be true yknow? most of the once ive seen are just total players, i feel like it's in their nature to be greedy and always want more. no offence obviously.." art nods along with what you're saying, truly looking like he's thinking about it. "geez, you're an expert on the topic aren't you? i would hate to find out you think of me that way, cuz i really aint that type of guy" art looks down at you, walking slowly to match your pace. "well.." you look him up and down, "you don't exactly have the presence of someone who likes to keep to themselves" art laughs, now letting silence seep between you as you make your way back to your home. arts quiet presence is surprisingly comforting for a showboat like him, if you closed your eyes you probably wouldn't even notice he was there. reaching the porch of your house you turn to face him, not sure what to say next. art takes off his hat, placing it on his heart, "let me prove you wrong. please, im begging you sweetheart, ill do anything you want me to do to convince you" your eyes widen, shocked at the sudden advance. "you.. aren't gonna let this go are you?" he shakes his head quickly, "not at all, no." you sigh, "you're very sweet art but.. i don't even know you-" he cuts you off. "then get to know me, i won't disappoint you darlin'" you weigh the options in your mind, the cons and the pros of the situation, with art right in front of you, you can't help but take a chance. "alright, alright. one date okay ponyboy? one." his face lights up immediately, placing his hat back on his head. "thank you, thank you seriously, ill prove you wrong about me" you nod at his promise. "i should get inside but.." he nods, looking almost sad at the thought of you leaving. "alright.. ill pick you up tomorrow at seven, does that work for you" he's eager, more eager than you'd expect, and you're flattered. you agree, heading inside and preparing for the next day.

one date turns into two, then three, the next minute you're seeing each other every night. most of the time art comes to your place, he tells you it's because he doesn't really have a permanent residence at the moment, but you know he does it just to get to know you better, peeking through your books and trinkets, looking for something to boost his knowledge about you. he cooks too, something you didn't expect from him at all, to his credit, he's absolutely proving you wrong, but you'd never admit that to him, he's too cocky as it is. he hardly ever talks about rodeo when he's with you, separation of work and pleasure he tells you, but truthfully he just doesn't want you to see him as that celebrity, he just wants to be art with you. and you let him be normal with you, spending lazy days in bed with him, not worrying about anything. you can't imagine your life without him anymore, he's there when you wake up, when you're preparing breakfast and going about your chores for the day, he's there, when you get in bed for the night he's certainly there too. he'd never tell you, but he thanks his lucky stars when you fall asleep in his arms, he shudders thinking about where he'd be if you turned him down. luckily, he'd never have to think about that anymore, now that he was yours, your ponyboy.

[holybibly]

hmm interesting, (different anon) please can you do san and mingi for that same type of reply. love ur blog btw!

So, bunnies, here is my opinion on San and Mingi. Again, I emphasise that this is my personal opinion and you may not agree with it. That's perfectly normal and natural, we're all entitled to say what we think.

I'll start with San. I will make a separate post for Mingi. First of all, San was the member who made me start following Ateez. I was so amazed by his beauty, and considering I've been in K-pop long enough to remember EXO's debut, that's saying something. I didn't notice the other members at all until a certain point (I'm terribly ashamed of this), as it was this kitty that completely captured my attention.

There was so much magic, exquisite, predatory and almost demonic in it that I could not deny myself. Unfortunately, I cannot say the same at the moment. Lately, the excessive sexualisation of San has begun to bother me. I no longer feel him as himself, but rather as an imposed image of a "sexy guy". I'm also not a big fan of muscles. Of course I will support anything that does make him happy and his pleasure and joy are the most important thing, but if we talk about me, for my taste San was simply in perfect physical shape in the Fireworks era and he looked more natural to me then than now. But! This is just my opinion.

His aura has changed and I think the demonic part that had me in its stranglehold has disappeared a little.

San is definitely a daddy princess, but he is also a dom of pleasure just like Hongjoong. I don't see San as rude or tough, in fact he's a softer boy to me than Wooyoung, for example.

San also gives me very clear toxic boyfriend vibes, I can literally feel it on him, but not in a harsh way, but rather in a caring way. San is suffocating you with his love, he wants to take care of his significant other all the time, he is intrusive, demands attention, possessive and clingy. Emotional connection in sex is also very important to him, he is definitely not a one-night stand.

As far as perversions go, I don't think San has a very long list, for example, I absolutely could not associate him with humiliation or manhandling, he is very respectful and well mannered, I think he is very respectful of women and it is difficult for him to overcome this in himself even during sex.

He is romantic and gentle, quite soft and I might even call him vanilla.

He gives a lot of attention and affection to his partner and your pleasure comes first for him. This doesn't mean that San can't be harsh or treat you more rudely, no, he just doesn't think it's necessary most of the time.

[nica-my-beloved]

Ikemen Men In Ikemen Series

(Ikepri, Ikevil, Ikegen)

Businessmen

Sueharu: "I love women."

Silvio: "Women are bitches."

Jude: "Women should be respected!"

The Kings

Gilbert: "I'm a King."

Akihito: "Me too."

William and Elbert: "So are we"

Poster bois

Leon: "Ofc that's me."

Yoritomo: "Originally it's me, but my brother gets more spotlight from fans."

William: "I'm a poster boi as well."

Leon and Yoritomo: (Why does he have white hair?)

Tsun Tsun bois

Yves: "Want some cake?"

Shigehira: *Ahem* "Not like I'm dying to eat it or anything. But since you asked, as a decent person I'll have some.......Mm....Ahhh, it's so delicious"*starry eyed*

Yves: *blushes* "Hey! Stop making that face! As if you're enjoying my cooking!"

The ZzzzzzZ

Luke: ".....zzz....Honey...."

Yoichi: "....zzz..Young..zzz...master..."

Harrison: ".....zzz....Liam...."

That guy

Nokto: "Hey, how is that girl!?"

Jin: "Yeah. She's cute but the boobs aren't big enough."

Sueharu: (At least I'm decent than these two-----Ah! Yoshino's boobs!)

Best big brothers

Luke: "I'm younger than Emma but I still treat her like my younger sister."

Harrison: "I'm not even a big brother type. I simply got added here because Kate thinks I am one.

Morinaga: "I want to see Yoshino as my little sister but I can't help it. I get these indecent thoughts about her sometimes."

Luke and Harrison: "You need help."

The most beautiful ones

Azel: "Hah. I'm a god. Of course I'm the most beautiful."

Tamamo: *flips his hair* "Hmph. Well I lived here for more than 800 years. I'm the most beautiful one."

Elbert: "..............................."

Alfons: "Lord Elbert. No." <- not included in this category, just came here to avoid potential murder.

The babies

Luke: "Believe it or not, I'm the youngest prince."

Ellis: "Nice to meet you guys too. I'm the youngest villain."

Shigehira: (Wow...they are so tall and...those muscles...)

Someone from the audience: "Don't worry Shigehira, Yoshino still loves you."

Shigehira: *blushes* "Shut up!"

The unreasonable brats

Kurama: *points his fan* "Hey! Give me everything you're wearing right now. Yes, those shiny necklaces, bracelet, rings and also the shiny items in this room. Actually, give me your whole palace. Give it all."

Silvio: "Huh!? Who the hell are you? A thief?"

Kurama: "How dare you call me a thief. Do you wanna die you bling bling covered sleazeball?"

Silvio: "Who the fuck told you that name!!?"

Kurama: "Hm? A girl looking like a brown rabbit."

Silvio: "That bitch! I'm gonna kill her for sure!"

The most loved ones

Yoshitsune: "I don't know why everyone loves me. They say I have a very innocent personality but I don't understand."*cutely tilts his head*

Jude: "I'm most popular because everyone here likes to be choked for some reason." *rests his head on his fists looking bored*

Gilbert: "Well, I'm here because I'm so handsome and everyone falls down on their knees as soon as they see me."

Yoshitsune: "Why is that?"

Jude: "Obviously because-----forget it. I was paid by a blonde guy to not taint your mind."

Chevalier: *ignoring all of them because he's listening to an audiobook*

The villains

Ibuki: "I heard you love manipulating people for fun."

Gilbert: "I heard that about you too. Looks like we're...."

Ibuki and Gilbert: "Kindred spirits" *fist bumps*

Ibuki: "I have a kid."

Gilbert: "I have raised a kid too."

Ibuki: "I have tried manipulating the evil fox princess to break her heart."

Gilbert: "I too have tried tainting little rabbit's heart."

Ibuki and Gilbert: "But I failed."

Ibuki and Gilbert: "........!"

Ibuki and Gilbert: "Hahahahaha!"

[adaptacy]

smirks mischeviously

Johnny Slaughter x Afab!Reader

Tw: attempted drugging, attempted murder

i was giggling so hard as i wrote this - mostly just a stupid silly borderline crack fic idk i thought this idea was hilarious

You'd seen him around here before. He was strange. Too chatty. Probably had mommy issues. A smooth talker, but emphasis on the talking part.

And now he sat next to you. His eyes slightly squint, a translucent brown liquid in his cup that sloshed around when he sat. He leaned onto the bar, giving you a grin. He had dark hair, and a scar over his eye.

"Howdy, sweetpea. You look lonely," he hummed, using a charming tone to complement his already rugged voice. "What're you drinkin'?"

You glanced at your drink, picking it up and finishing it off. "Nothing now. You wanna buy me a drink?" You chuckled, and he smirked, clearly a fan of your attitude. He offered a shrug, sipping from his own drink as he waved down the bartender.

"Two scotch, thanks," he requested, and you narrowed your eyes for just a moment before easing up and giving him a polite grin.

"And what might your name be?" You asked.

"Johnny. Yours?"

"I'll tell you after a few more drinks," you teased, and Johnny quirked up an eyebrow. "What's a hunk like you doing in a bar like this?"

"Same thing a pretty girl like you is doing in a shithole like this," he responded, and your smile grew. This was going to be fun.

You gave him a once-over; he was bulky, his arms were double the width of yours thanks to trained muscles, and you assumed he was likely a rancher. Despite the lack of good lighting in the bar, you could make out a few scars on his biceps, and that only reassured your assumptions about him.

A rancher, or a farmer; maybe a hunter. Had his fair share of experiences with rowdy animals or dangerous tools. Probably had his fair share of encounters with women, too. The gentle, drunk kinds of women. Maybe a good Christian girl here and there; clearly he was a native of Texas, his accent told you that much.

Maybe he lived in a desolate farmhouse, far from civilization. Big yards for his gardening and livestock needs. Probably lived off the land. Came into town every few weeks for a bar and a good time...

Wasn't well-known. Didn't have a lot of connections. Wouldn't be missed too dearly...

"You come here often? Feel like I've seen yer face 'round here 'fore," he commented, and you blinked a few times, offering a soft smile.

"Gosh, don't call out my bad habits like that. That's no way to win a girl over," you replied, gently nudging his arm with your elbow.

He smirked at the response, swishing the drink in his hand. "Wouldn't do it if I wasn't the same. Nothin' personal," he chuckled, finishing off his glass as the bartender presented two new servings. You scooted one towards you, and he did the same.

"Guess you and I are kindred spirits then, hm? What are you drinking to forget?" You asked, eyeing his glass. He didn't pick it up immediately, so neither did you. He looked off in the distance, seeming to remember something, and you debated making a move.

"Past mistakes. Future mistakes," he grunted, finally reaching down and picking up his glass, watching the liquid as it rippled. "You?"

"Nothing. Not really here for the drinks. More so for the company," you hummed, picking up your own drink and taking a sip. "Not that I'm complaining about getting both. And for free, no less. What a gentleman."

Johnny smirked, setting his drink back down again, not yet taking a drink. "So long as it's worth my while, I don't mind. Though I doubt a girl like you needs company like mine, eh?"

"Oh, don't be so humble. I'm sure you know better than to underestimate yourself," you teased, watching the way he ran his fingers through his hair as though combing his mind for something. He turned, looking behind himself as someone bumped into him, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and sprinkle a thin powder into his drink.

You managed to recoil before he looked back at you, and your hand was back on your drink, staring at the shelves of expensive bottles behind the bar. He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. "We both know what we're here for. You got somewhere important to be t'morrow?"

You resisted the urge to smirk, and you gave a soft shake of your head. "Nah. You?"

"Psh, nothin' of the sort. How 'bout you and me get outta here? Tired of wastin' time," he confessed, and you pursed your lips, biting the inside of your lip. With a glance to his drink, you motioned towards it.

"You gonna drink? Don't want that to go to waste," you asked, and he looked at his glass, presenting a small, unsure frown. You finished off your drink in an attempt to encourage him, but he didn't quite seem willing to budge.

"Ain't that thirsty. Got a fine, tall glass of water right in front of me," Johnny flirted, and you gave him a sheepish giggle, feigning flattery.

"Guess those mistakes aren't so troubling after all, huh?" You hummed, and he seemed to shift a bit, slightly uncomfortable with your words. Thankfully, it urged him to take a sip, a small one, but a sip nonetheless, before he stood up and placed a few dollars down on the bar.

"C'mon, darlin', let's go. No better way to forget mistakes than to make new ones," he chuckled, returning to his charming persona as he offered a hand. Well, something was better than nothing. You took his hand and slid off of the barstool, following him out to his truck.

"You wanna come back to my place?" You asked, and Johnny contemplated it for a moment, but shook his head.

"Ain't very polite to go to the lady's house. How 'bout you come back to mine? Promise it'll be worth the trip," he responded, gently pulling you closer to him and tilting your chin to look up at him. You bat your eyelashes, wearing an innocent smile.

"I'm not sure I can wait. You've got somethin' special, some kinda charm. Gets girls excited, y'know? Maybe it's the scars," you teased, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah? You gettin' ahead of yourself, pumpkin?" He murmured, leaning down until your lips were less than an inch apart. "My seats go back. Know a couple of good, secluded spots..."

You smirked, brushing your mouth against him as you whispered out a response. "Ain't very 'polite' of you to be so forward, prince Charming," you hummed, and you felt his grip on your chin tighten ever so slightly.

"Somethin' tells me you prefer the impoliteness. Gonna give you the night of your life," he laughed almost sinisterly, and you dialed back your smirk to a more gullible smile. You leaned back on you feet, dropping his hand and walking around the truck to the passenger side, where you climbed in as he started the car.

He only got about eight or nine minutes away from the bar before he pulled over on a dark back road, and you smirked, realizing your plan was coming to fruition. Sure, he was a lot bigger than you, but you were going to be on top. And he was clearly cocky; confident men were the easiest to beat.

You didn't waste any time in crawling over his console and sitting in his lap, one hand on his chest as you leaned down and met his lips. He tasted like scotch; clearly, he'd already been drinking before he sat down next to you. That made things easier. One of his hands sat on your hips, and you could feel how calloused his fingers were from where they rested on your skin above your jeans. His other hand was in your hair, keeping you pulled down into the kiss.

You hummed against his lips, slowly rolling your hips and earning a restrained, amused grunt from the man. Your hand traced down his shirt, sneaking underneath the fabric and pulling it upwards, revealing a well-trained set of abs littered with small scars and patches.

His hand does the same to your shirt, though it's already cropped enough to show skin, and then the weight of his palm leaves your hip. You assume he's going for his belt, and you take the opportunity to reach into your back pocket and...

Both of you tense up as you feel blades pressed against one another's throats, and you stare at each other like you've been insulted. He has a long, slightly curved blade pressed against your carotid artery, and you have a switchblade poking at the underside of his jaw.

There's not even a breath that's exchanged. Just glares. Awkward blinks. Not a muscle is moved, but it's not due to fear. It's not due to intimidation.

It's due to confusion.

And then, you both decide you've had enough.

Simultaneously, as if it had been tirelessly rehearsed, you ask one another; "Are you trying to kill me?"

And then there's more silence. The metal is still against your skin, and his, tightly enough to keep one another unmoving. And then you both, slowly, retract your knives, lowering them.

"You tried to kill me," he remarked, and you scoffed.

"You were going to kill me?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Johnny asked, and you gasped, giving him a dumb blink.

"I thought you wanted to have sex!" You exclaimed.

"I thought you wanted to have sex."

"Dude, I'm a murderer," you confessed, tilting your head and shaking it at him.

"I'm a cannibal," he replied, and you blinked.

"Goddamn. Could've fooled me."

"I can't- You really just tried killin' me? That... that is a first. Usually it's after I kidnap 'em that I get knives to my throat."

"You kidnap them before killing them?" You asked, and he nodded. "That's so much extra effort."

"Easier to hide evidence."

"You eat them. That's class A evidence destroying."

"You're a murderer?" He asked again, and you nodded.

"I thought you were just some desperate rancher."

"You had me thinkin' you were just another careless city girl," he answered, shaking his head.

There were a few more moments of silence as the two of you thought over what the hell just happened. And then you put your knife back into your pocket, and he set his in his console.

"Wanna..."

"Have sex?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

[fitgirlfemdom]

namio hurokawa

had NO idea who this was so i did some research...

i'm a big fan of old pulp/adult artwork. as a digital artist in the 21st century, i can just look up "fatass pawg milf backshots" and get a reference for my art. back in the day, you had to put in the WORK for references, and even then, the level of skill and technique needed to pull off pseudo-realism was high. i can respect his work for his understanding of shading and texture, as well as his... commendable taste in women.

nonetheless, despite me being into femdom, i'm not interested in facesitting, and throughout my research, most of his stuff was facesitting. with my ex bf (my only bf) he was OBSESSED with facesitting, and i obliged a few times, telling him i was only doing it because he really wanted to. eventually i stopped, because i just find it so awkward and funny. maybe i just have a middle school sense of humor, but i can't take it seriously. sitting on a guy/girl's face just sounds like a WWE-style takedown to me rather than idk a devious form of sexual gratification.

also, i'm a very boney person. it's no secret that i have muscle, but i also have incredibly low body fat, especially for a woman, and my lower half is entirely bone and muscle. my legs and ass are hard as rocks. i don't have a soft, cushion-y ass that would make facesitting enjoyable. my ass is so tight and muscular i could probably give a guy a severe brain-damage-inducing concussion by doing a split on his face.

i always love looking at older artists regarding femdom and niches like this, so if you have any more for me to look up, send them my way! :0

[alkalische]

I saw your Bagpipe redesign posts. I love your breakdown of her design and how you fixed it. There are so many cool characters in Arknights that then get depicted as Generic Skinny Anime Girls and it drives me bonkers. You and other artists on here are doing fantastic work and feeding us starving fans.

You mention Horn’s design throwing you out of immersion; big fucking same. I don’t know her backstory yet(not that far in the story) but she’s a soldier carrying around two giant shield/mortars/sword things(?). And they’re trying to tell us she’s not built like a brick shithouse??? I personally picture her sorta like @gothducky ‘s big buff butch depiction. And every time her character pops on screen I’m like “who are you???”. I didn’t even realize she didn’t have pants till seeing your redesign and it’s like WHY is she not wearing pants when fighting with fucking artillery shields….!!!!????

THANK YOU! It made me really happy to read that! I'm going to use your ask as an excuse to talk about character design issues i have in arknights so long post

(more under cut)

One of my only complaints about Arknights is how they'll introduce a character to be 'very big and strong and capable of pummeling your ass' and it is just noodlearms mcgee

(image: Hoshiguma, Nearl)

like i think BOTH of these designs are absolutely fantastic and are able to convey the character's personality very well, but i do Not. believe.

and hell yeah i love it when artists draw the women of arknights with the muscles they RIGHTFULLY deserve to have (big fan of @/dlartistanon's depiction of saria and nearl)

have this cropped saria i drew a while ago because buff women supremacy

Just a massive personal pet peeve is when, as i said in my bagpipe complaint post, the character is very 'tell, not show'. I think that no matter how interesting the character is in their files and in their story appearance, I'm still unable to connect with them if i'm unable to picture their design doing that.

It's especially egrigeous if the character is supposed to be wearing a uniform. I would actually have no problem with the 'thighs showing while fighting on a battlefield' IF. IF it's clear that that's supposed to be a casual outfit.

Like this is such an issue for me that i kind of zone out whenever a character comes up on the screen with a noticeably horny design (fuckin.. rockrock) because it's so distracting in a negative way

(Image: Rockrock)

I do Not know what the hell i'm supposed to tell from this design. I just know that i Do Not. like it and it makes me have little desire to learn more about the operator

In my opinion the designs in Victoria are very divisive because the good ones are very good (Bena, Shalem, Reed) and the 'bad' (more boring honestly) ones are very bad (Rockrock, Nightmare, whatever's going on in Skyfire's beach skin)

Sorry for rambling on and on i'm just very passionate about storytelling in character designs lmao

[devilmaycry3dantesawakening]

please tell me about your gruff samurai lady and/or her big boobs. also what drinks she likes

tysm for indulging me lmao! this is pure fetish bullshit (and also got very long) so i'm hiding this behind a read more.

in a nutshell: baiken and chifusa (from jidaigeki boob expansion fetish manga manyuu hikenchou) chucked into a blender. she's a character i devised on a whim entirely for horny internet roleplay writing that turned into catching a couple stray feelings of genuine attachment and wanting to flesh her out more, though other than that 2k words of wip i mentioned i still have yet to write anything with her that isn't just aforementioned horny internet roleplay lmao.

grouchy, grumbly, quiet. stubborn. kind of thornbush-y and overly-proud and hard to get close to, but crack the shell a little bit and she's a bit of a shy, stuttering softie who's bad at receiving praise and genuine gratitude. gravelly-voiced, kinda masc; her name's ryuko but she prefers cutting it down to ryu (i think i mentioned this before but i swear on my life this character long predates when i started watching kill la kill lmao—i really just wanted a feminine name that had "ryu" in it) .

Hot Evil Mom is the head of a powerful clan, sometime during the tokugawa shogunate. everything ryu knows she learned from her mom, and their relationship is immensely complicated. i like to think Hot Evil Mom was the only person in her clan ryu was never able to beat in a spar.

ryu was next in line to head the clan before she suddenly defected, and now she vaguely wanders the countryside as an active fugitive. i don't have very much in mind of her for anything approaching any sort of actual plot lmao—she's mainly a depository for one-off, swashbuckling samurai-y adventures.

in my head she's probably better described as "handsome" than "pretty". messy hair, sharp features. kinda scratched and scarred all over. she has a pretty nasty cut on her chin that Hot Evil Mom gave her the last time they interacted, on the night of ryu's defection.

big boobs! weird, esoteric clan genetics have cursed her with huge fucking boobs. they're still actively growing. it's very frustrating and embarrassing and immensely inconvenient for her lifestyle—she binds them, but there's only so much she can do when dealing with that much size. they're milky, too, because of course they are.

eats a lot! it's a twofer of "there's no one around to tell her to not indulge her sweet tooth so much" and "her stupid body steals so many nutrients to make milk that she has to eat far more than an average person just to feel satiated". her wallet's light, so she doesn't get to indulge that often, but she definitely over-stuffs herself when she does. she does genuinely enjoy eating (she loves fatty meat and sweets, like dango) even if her insatiable appetite is kind of infuriating, and she's pretty easily motivated by food.

said food indulging has made her pack on a bit of fat recently—thick waist, pudgy tummy, wide hips. it's all just kinda settled in with the trained muscle that was already on her body, so she's just gotten kinda thicker. strongfat. she's pretty embarrassed by it.

incredibly subby. has a praise kink. very very easy to turn into a blush-y, embarrassed, stuttering mess. definitely into men but probably has a bit of preference towards girls. her upbringing has left her kind of sexually repressed so i'm not sure if she even knows all that about herself. absolutely has A Thing for busty, full-bodied older women and badly wants to be dominated and spoiled by one even if she'd never ever never admit it to herself.

she likes sake! she's not very refined or picky about it as long as it's enough to get her drunk, but a nonzero amount of what few funds she can scrape up definitely goes towards trying to placate her constantly-grumbling stomach with alcohol. on a less-alcoholic note, she's also a big barley tea fan.

[romana-after-dark]

Hello! I have a question about GD!Joel: why do you think he submitted to reader so quickly in the first fic? I don’t mean when she tied him down and I also know that ultimately it’s still a non-con situation, but after they fucked and he threw her off and she thought he had bested her but he actually wanted to eat her out, why do you think that was? Was he in a subspace? Or decided he just really liked giving up control in that moment? Or just really really liked reader?? Either way I liked it so thank you xx

Hello wonderful anon! I'm happy to answer for you!

The way i see Joel post outbreak is control freak. I mean, we see how he is with Tommy. He's protective yes but I think he's controlling. It makes sense, he lost everything except him.

Joel naturally submits to Tess. "He answers to me", the spooning scene where tess is big spoon, he stops when she holds up her hand...

and just look at him pre outbreak. He's a bit of a mess. Don't get me wrong he's just like me fr im not judging, but his room doesnt say "in control" to me.

Also if i remember correct, in the game the pills in his cabinet were anti- anxiety pills.

Joel craves stability, and although he's incredibly capable in a militaristic sense, he is not stable. I've explored this in like, The Wrong Way. Where Joel can lead a group of raiders and carry out brutality, but the raider house is still a bachelor pad. he takes care of litle one like he did sarah in a lot of ways, but not himself. Whe little one gained freedom, she was the one who made a garden, cooked real food, kept up the house.

So, my theory is Joel is ready and willing to submit to someone capable, but no one else is as capable as him. No one else won't get them killed. Joel trusts Tommy but he still leads him. Joel follows Tess. I think Joel was impressed with the house of booby traps, impressed with her skills that even though she did not have his strength, she was resourceful. I think that did mix in with the sub space.

If there was no outbreak, Joel would not be head of household in any scenario.

I don't mean that to say i dont like dominant strong joel, put together joel or anything like that. I've written Joel fully put together and in blessed be the fruit and puppy girl, but I think in my personal characterization he's more inclined to be subby if someone can get that out of him.

Also in my head reader is a muscle mommy lmfaoooo I imagine Joel is like ARMS tee hee

I also think theres an element of protectiveness. I think Joel is naturally protective of women having had and lost his daughter. Reader says it, he's physically stonger than her. He's bigger. I think Joel, especially with the post-nut bonding chemicals (oh my god is that a real thing? Does sex actually bond you? or is that another lie my catholic homeschool group made up for theology of the body that manipulated science. Oh no.)

ANYWAY PRESUMING THATS REAL Maybe it was just the perfect storm of events and hes like I can take care of her I can protect her and she can make it so I don't have to think.

But in general I have a problem with making people fall to fast. Looking back at the wrong way im like..... but literally why did he take little one with him lmfao.

anyway thanks for the ask!!!! come on by if you got more question! Ill probs have more guard dog in july, im focusing on my pride event and the fan Zine for oscar isaac writters.

[nyxronomicon]

nyx just wanted to tell you how that art reminds me of probably an ordinary priest being possessed by sukuna (the long nails, the look, he really does look like a demon) and the idea is more appealing to me than it should 😵‍💫

Omg... OMG. V BB I LOVE YOUR BRAIN ughh I always loved the idea about Yuuji being possessed but none of the brain worms have caught me BUT HELLO YES THIS IS PERFECT

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You start going to AA or something at your local church. You're not really religious, but you know something needs to change. You meet the priest, Yuuji Itadori in passing the first night. Strangely attractive for a man of God. He's overly friendly and remembers every detail about you, even ones you wish you could forget. Maybe he'd be good for you. He's not dangerous like the usual type of guy you go for.

So you let things continue. You spend time with him outside of church. He makes you laugh. It's not quite romance though. He's a little too sweet. Too loveable. Too perfect for a broken person like you.

Still, you knew this was good for you. If nothing else, he kept you from indulging in your hedonism. Late one Friday night, you bring him home with you. He's acting a little different, his temper seems thinner. You figured he must be tired, the two of you didn't usually go out this late.

"Hey," he tugs you into his lap, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Would you still like me if I was something... Else?" It was a little odd for him to be physically intimate like this. Still, it wasn't unwelcome.

"Yuuji?" You ran your fingers up his back, feeling the soft ridges of the muscle under his clothes. "What do you mean?"

Without warning, he hungrily kissed your neck, a wide hand at the base of your skull to hold you steady. It was unexpected. The way he desperately groped you, bit you, leaving marks on your skin in a way you'd never dreamed he would. And god, it was hot. It wasn't long before he had you pinned beneath him and you got a good look at his face.

His face, suddenly decorated with tribal tattoos. You thought you saw an extra set of eyes, and watching them blink confirmed they were real. He grinned, showing off sharp fangs you'd never seen in Yuuji's mouth.

This was definitely something else.

He pushed his hair back and licked his lips with a serpentine tongue. A dangerous glint in his eye sparked the thing that was always missing between you and Yuuji. The danger.

"Glad you're not one of those god-fearing bitches." His voice was different, too. It was a lot deeper. "Yuuji has shit taste in women. Finally went home with someone interesting." He chuckled.

"Who... What are you?" You shrink back as best you can with him between your legs.

"Ryomen Sukuna. Demon." He brushed his lips against yours, grabbing your wrists to hold them above your head. "You looked like you were about to die of boredom, so I thought I'd rescue ya."

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umm ngl I been into pairing Sukuna and megumi lately so I also mentally put them in this scenario and I'm a big fan lol

[pudding-parade]

So, figure skating…

I know most (all?) of y'all don't care, but I have lots of Things To Say about the World Championships last weekend and the state of the sport in general. But I'll put it behind a cut, to be nice.

First of all, it was an awesome competition all around. One of the best things about it was the full-to-capacity arena for most of the competition, not just because the Covid years meant no spectators at all but also because in general the sport seems to be losing steam in terms of popularity, particularly so in the US. I was at Four Continents, and the crowds just weren't there, especially when there were no "big names" competing, despite the fact that Colorado Springs is a major training center for the sport. It was very disappointing. Fortunately, the World Championships were in Japan, where figure skating is still hugely popular, largely because of Yuzuru Hanyu. So to see 20,000+ people in the arena for this competition was awesome. And it wasn't just the number of people, but the fact that the audience supported everyone, not just the Japanese skaters, giving out standing ovations and raucous cheering freely to anyone who did well and also cheering along skaters who weren't doing so well, offering them encouragement. Kudos to all the fans there. :)

Now for the competition.

Ice Dance: It and the men's are my favorite disciplines, but the ice dance competition wasn't that exciting to me. I mean, it was good, but the finish order was pretty much as I expected. I was hoping for Fear/Gibson to get on the podium, but I didn't expect them to, and it wasn't to be. Oh well. Perhaps I'm blah because I'm not a fan of Chock/Bates, the winners. Meh. I dunno.

Pairs: So, so happy for Riku Miura and Ryuchi Kihara. They are by far my favorite pair, not only because of their skating but because of their sunny personalities. So happy they beat the Americans, who I also don't like. (Which is basically a theme for me. Other than Jason Brown, I haven't really liked any American skater since….Michelle Kwan back in the 90s, probably.) It was so sad to watch Riku think that they'd lost the gold because of a mistake she made, and it seemed like she didn't think they deserved to win, but they definitely did. Their free wasn't perfect, but their short was astounding, which put them on top.

On another note: It was amazing to see Deanna Stellato-Dudek and Maxime Deschamps in 4th place. Deanna is 39 goddamn years old and had been away from skating for about 15 years after injury pushed her away from her singles career. Then she decided to come back, but as a pairs skater. And that's not even half the story! And now here she and her partner are, fourth in the world. Fantastic!

The Wimmens: TBH, I haven't really liked the women's competition in about a decade, because of Russian domination. It's not that I don't think the Russian teenagers are talented. They obviously are. I just can't support the whole mentality behind Russian women's skating, at least when it comes to the most popular coach of them, Eteri Tutberidze. She takes 12-year-old girls, underfeeds/overtrains them in order to stave off puberty so that they remain small and light enough to do the quadruple jumps that are otherwise generally reserved for physically-mature men because they have the muscle power to overcome the size/weight of their bodies. Then she trains those young teen girls to do those jumps. Gravity is a thing, and those jumps are hard on mature bodies, much less on bodies where the bones are still developing and growing. So, you end up with 16-year-olds with broken hips or who require multiple knee surgeries of the type that 50-year-olds get. You end up with 18-year-olds with destroyed backs who can never skate again. And that's not even mentioning the drugging that apparently goes on. All of this so that one teenage girl can win one Olympic gold medal and become a vehicle for state propaganda for a while before being relegated to a life of pain. I just can't be enthusiastic about that.

And, on top of that, it takes all of the suspense out of the competition. It comes down to which of three interchangeable stick-like, under-developed 15/16-year-old Russian girls will win the Olympic gold and then burn out immediately after, never to be heard from again. While those girls and/or their parents might be willing to destroy their bodies for the sake of one medal, the other competitors value career longevity over doing the ultra-c jumps that, generally, are part of the men's competition for a very good reason. So one of the underfed Russian girls du jour always won. Snooze.

But now, with the Russians banned because of their government's terror campaign against Ukraine, suddenly the women's competition interests me again. Yes, there are still 16-year-olds, but at least they aren't underfed (except Kimmy Repond from Switzerland and Isabeau Levito from the US; I hope they eat many sandwiches in the off-season) and overtrained with bodies about to explode on them. And, those who aren't 16 are actual women. In women's skating. Women who've been competing, in some cases, for fifteen years or more. Imagine that.

And the competition was actually exciting! Would Kaori Sakamoto get her shit together (she's had a very "off" season) and defend her title? Would Loena Hendrickx get her shit together because she's been inconsistent, too? What about the Koreans, who are all very talented, elegant skaters yet forever in the shadow of Russia and Japan? What about the other Japanese ladies with their 3As? Really, it was anyone's game, and it was exciting. Women's skating hasn't been exciting in about a decade, IMO, because the Russian "Use 'em up until the Olympics, then toss 'em aside for the next 12-year-old" system makes the competitions so boring.

And ultimately, Kaori won, and since she is my favorite female singles skater, not just because of her skating, I am very happy for her. But honestly? I would've given it to Hae-in Lee of Korea, who was second. Kaori was good, and she definitely got her shit together, but she just wasn't as…sparkly…as she usually is. Something's been off with her all season, which isn't terribly uncommon after the high of an Olympic year, especially when you medal in one. Hae-in, OTOH, was amazing at Four Continents, and she was amazing here. I think she should have gotten the gold and Kaori the silver. I agree with Loena in third and Isabeau Levito in fourth. At least I don't dislike Levito. I think she will be amazing for the 2026 Olympic season. She's just not the whole package yet. Hopefully she will 1) Eat many sandwiches so she can stop being a stick and 2) Stay healthy so that she can become the whole package for 2026.

But really? My favorite thing about the women's competition? Nicole Schott from Germany. She's 26 now, I think, and yet she is improving. Unfortunately, she had a disastrous short program at Europeans, but came back with an amazing free to get into the top ten. And here at Worlds, both of her programs were great and she ended up in 7th place. Which, given the powerhouses that are Japanese and Korean women's skating (with three entrants each), plus the strength of Loena and Isabeau Levito, is extremely respectable. And she's 26, about a decade older than many of the others in the top 10! You go, girl!

And finally, saving the best for last, The Dudes. It was supposed to be a battle between Shoma Uno, my fave and the defending champion from Japan, and the US's Ilia Malinin, the self-styled "Quad God." Except it wasn't really a battle at all. I don't care how many quads you throw into your program. Doing that shouldn't win you a title. Any title. Why? Because anyone can learn to do quads if they have the right body type and dedicate all their training to it, at the expense of everything else. But jumps are only half the story. The other half is performance. Artistry. Which is an entirely different mindset that is much, much harder to learn than jumps, and then it's harder still to be able to integrate the two halves into the whole package that all world-class figure skaters ought to be. I don't care if you're Ilia Malinin or Alexandra Trusova, just jumps shoudn't win you any medal, much less title. Because at the end of the day, figure skating is more of an artistic sport than an athletic one. Watching someone skate from one end of the rink to the other doing quad jumps is boring. I want to watch a performer, not a jumping bean with delusions of grandeur.

And that's the difference between Shoma Uno and Ilia Malinin. The former used to be just a jumping bean, too, but he realized that Yuzuru Hanyu and/or Nathan Chen was going to beat him every time no matter how many jumps he did. Because they were the whole package and he was not. So, he switched to a coach renowned for artistry and completely transformed himself into an artist who can also jump. He became the whole package. Maybe he doesn't do six quads in a program…but he doesn't have to. With fewer quads -- and also nursing an injury! -- he beat Ilia by about 15 points, to no one's surprise except possibly the hype-y US media around Ilia.

Ilia's just not there yet. He's only 18, of course, and no doubt his ego is tied to his jumping right now. But maybe he will reach the same conclusion that Shoma did, that just jumps aren't going to win you international titles, no matter how many of them you do, not when your skating skills and presentation suck because all you've been working on is jumps. I hope he reaches this conclusion, because if he does and he follows through, he will become one of the greats, and rightfully so. But right now? He's faaaaaar from there. Still, he finished third. I would've put him lower, quite frankly, and put Kevin Aymoz on the podium instead. It's not that I hate Ilia or anything because I don't, at all. It's because I would hate to see figure skating turn into a jumping bean contest, so I don't think that whole mentality should be rewarded. I wish the ISU would lower the point value of jumps and raise the point value of the other elements so that skaters would focus more on them, or at the very least I wish the artistic score was weighted heavier than the technical score. But I dunno. Maybe that's just me. I just don't give a shit about jumps. I want to see performance, which is part of the reason why I like ice dance so much. I wish ice dance was less heteronormative, of course, just as I wish for pairs, but maybe we'll get there one day.

ANYWAY! The "battle" between Shoma and Ilia aside, who stole the show? Korea's Jun-Hwan "Chaos Bean" Cha, who along with Shoma and France's Kevin Aymoz are my favorite male skaters. Jun's been inconsistent for his entire career and, in my opinion, has been unfairly judged much of the time, as well. He's always been nit-picked over edges and under-rotations when the Japanese skaters and others have gotten away with worse. This competition, he was still robbed of the 100-point short program that he should have gotten, but both of his performances were amazing, with his two quads in the free -- all that's needed! -- being effortless and absolutely beautiful. And his Ina Bauer at the end of his free literally made me cry, it was so beautiful. This netted him the silver and almost broke the 300-point barrier for the competition. My adorable little chaos bean got his shit together for this competition, and I hope that's a sign of things to come for him.

And speaking of Kevin Aymoz: He got fourth, which is great. He was also fourth at Europeans, after a disappointing short program. But fourth on the world stage is a much bigger achievement, and well-deserved after turning in two great programs. He's coming back from injury, so I hope that this is a sign of things to come for him, too. I'm hoping to see him win Euros and be on the podium at Worlds next year. *fingers crossed*

Finally, the best thing about the World Championships: Listening to the Japanese arena announcer mangle practically all of the non-Asian surnames. It was hilarious. Even some of the skaters were laughing and shaking their heads as they were introduced. LOL

[mannatea]

🔥 ToS

Nonsense spicy takes just 4 u:

Kloitz or Virginia should have gone through the Gate with their children and that neither of them did that SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT THE KIND OF PEOPLE THEY ARE.

The hot/cold scene is both hilariously memeable AND deeply moving and meaningful for the characters and the story.

Mithos got Raine sick on purpose to try and get onto Genis's good side by just haaapppppening to know the cure; it was all part of his master plan don't @ me I know I'm right.

Half the fandom thinks Raine merely gets seasick because they weren't paying attention to the fact that it's actually a trauma response to nearly drowning as a child and seasickness is by itself not even a factor in the usual way. This has been true since 2004.

Sheena battles intense boob sweat every fucking day and nobody ever gives her credit for that. She is a queen.

The OVA gave us the best Regal x Raine scenes we could have ever hoped for and the entire fandom slept on that shit SO HARD. WAKE UP!!!!

While I'm at it, the OVA "half-elf" reveal was an unexpectedly delicious food.

ToS gave us the beefiest eye candy man imaginable and he's always been one of the least popular characters?? I'm sorry but is this because he's not a himbo?????? ??? ???? ? Is it because his in-game model is terrible??? Because the timeline of his story has confused the entire fandom since 2004??? Where's the beef? Regal has literally all of it. The core muscles this man must possess. Don't try to tell me you're not thinking of some depraved shit right now. I know better.

I love how the fans collectively pretend the Katz don't fucking exist because like, big same actually. ghghghhgsjdfdsa

DotNW is literally evil. For what you ask? For trying to say Raine has a split personality because she gets excited about things. Let our autistic queen enjoy her trauma-induced special interest. God forbid women enjoy anything!

Palmacosta is filled with rats and they didn't even show me one rat in the game which is disappointing.

I want to fold Zelos up like a paper airplane and throw him into the wind.

Presea grows up to be so fucking buff, and I love that for her. The best lumberjack ever. I am right.

The game gave us a grand Meltokio ball but I propose that we go back in time and convince the creators to also give us a ball in Sylvarant because I want to compare the barn raising to the ball. For science. And also research purposes. Zelos's costume reward for this should be a pair of overalls without a shirt. No I am not accepting criticism.

And finally one spark of hatred: I hate how difficult AUs are for this series, since it feels like even if you can do one ship/character storyline justice you can't do everyone's story justice. (But you know me, I always have ideas anyway. I just want to complain.)

[ace-disaster-weeb]

A few of the many genres of characters I've encountered over the years (some overlap included)

Favorite characters

Exactly what it sounds like. Of everyone in this piece of media, this character or group of characters is my blorbo. A couple of my favorite characters are Gohan from Dragon Ball and Kakashi from Naruto.

Comfort characters

As the name suggests, these are the characters that I go to for comfort. A lot of people seem to view their comfort characters romantically, but with exceptions, I tend to view them in a more familial way. A couple of these characters are Chihiro Fujisaki from Danganronpa and Vivi from Final Fantasy 9.

Crushes

It might be an asexuality thing, but I've only really had 4 characters that I would say I've had a real crush on. Said characters, in order of when I was into them, are Machine Ghost from Skylanders, Geno Sans from the Undertale AU Aftertale, Sakura Ogami from Danganronpa, and Xiao from Genshin Impact. That being said, though, I have definitely noticed a couple types...

You're attractive, but...

Characters that I DO think are attractive, but don't consider full-on crushes. Seems to include about 7 of every 10 twinks with baggage and about 9 of every 10 women with muscles.

Squishes

Basically a platonic crush. For some reason or another, I want this character to be my friend. The first example I can think of right now is Itto from Genshin Impact.

Love-hate relationship

I have a lot of thoughts on this character. I don't exactly dislike them, but I'm not always a big fan of them either. Ultimately, I want good things for characters in this category, but I'm also really tired of their BS. Examples include Nagito Komaeda from Danganronpa, Childe from Genshin Impact, and most iterations of Karai.

GO TO THERAPY OH MY GOD

This character has been through a lot of horrible shit, and therefore, I am deeply concerned about their mental and emotional well-being. Oftentimes, this character will show strong signs of PTSD or some other trauma-induced disorder, but the writers usually won't get that deep into it. Examples include Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy 7, Last Ronin Mikey, and honestly, about half the cast of Danganronpa.

Fight me @ Dennys

Characters I would not hesitate to throw hands with in a Dennys parking lot at 3 AM, typically on sight. I always hate these characters, but I also feel like I could take them in hand-to-hand combat. Examples include Tsumugi Shirogane from Danganronpa and Heather Duke from Heathers.

I want to study you

Exact traits may vary, but for some reason, this is always a male character whose morality ranges from kinda ambiguous to straight-up evil that I might or might not actually like, but definitely want to study under a microscope. Sometimes (the Oni from Dead By Daylight), I just find the character interesting; sometimes (Kokichi Oma), their actions played a large role in the plot, and I want to understand the character better because of that. And sometimes (Hiroto from The Last Ronin), it's a case of, "You are a horrible person and I really don't like you, but GOD DAMN IT, that's literally the best villain monolog scene I've ever read."

Childhood friends

I loved the media these characters are from as a young child, so when I go to that same piece of media now, it feels a little bit like hanging out with an old friend. Examples include Spyro the Dragon and most good-aligned TMNT characters, especially the Turtles themselves.

ADOPT ME PLEASE

Usually directed at groups of characters rather than just 1. Basically, I want to be part of whatever family unit these characters are part of. Yes, found families are included with this. Examples include the Dreemurr family from Undertale, the Chain from Linked Universe (more specifically Time, and by proxy Malon), and Aizawa from MHA.

PROTECC DA CHILD

This is a child character that has probably been through some shit (though not always). Regardless, I feel very protective of this character. Examples include, but are not limited to, Eri from MHA, Marlene and Denzel from Final Fantasy 7, and all of the Warriors of Hope except for Monaca.

Give me the adoption papers STAT

I want to adopt this character as my own. Oddly enough, the only human character in this category is Gonta Gokuhara from Danganronpa. The rest are various animals and fantasy creatures.

The "Adopt, Don't Shop" PSA

An escaped lab experiment that I want to befriend. The name of this category is inspired by a post I made a while ago. Examples include Shadow the Hedgehog, Izuru Kamakura, and Mewtwo, among other, debatably less edgy characters.

Sleep paralysis demon

Something about this character deeply unsettles me. Maybe they just look creepy (Sonic.EXE), maybe it's something they did (Junko Enoshima), maybe it's something I associate them with (2012 Shredder). Either way, this character represents bad things in my mind somehow.

Blorbo by association

I really like this character. This character also reminds me very much of another character I like from a different piece of media. That other character is probably dead. I'm pretty sure these things are all connected. Examples include Razor from Genshin Impact and Eri from Pokémon.

HONORABLE MENTION: stray cats

I can't tell if I want this character as a friend or if I feel bonded to them like a stray cat who can't be adopted separately. The only character in general I feel this for is Future Trunks, but it's a specific enough emotion that I felt like it was worth mentioning.

[cryopathiic-a]

"you always need to be the most interesting person in the room."

❝ Well. That's kind of rude. ❞

As of late, they have been spending more time together. And even if that time is mostly spent with Inosuke fighting some iceborn monstrosity or putting his still forming muscles through impossible strain, it still counts as 'bonding' time. At least, in the Lord Founder's opinion. Pain brings people together, after all! Why else would some of these women stay by the side of men who bruise and scream at them? He must be doing something right, too, because the child has been getting more and more open with his thoughts.

Or, in some cases like this one, more blatant with them.

❝ I'm the Lord Founder. People come here to speak to me. I don't force them to. ❞ Head cants. The puzzlement comes off as genuine. The endless tresses of birch oak white sway in an unfelt breeze. He sits idly, legs crossed beneath him in the lotus stance and merely watching the boy slam a metal rod against the trunk over and over and take more damage than he gives each time the metal vibrates with the force. And the harder he tries to break it ( the weapon he has been testing out or the tree, it is impossible to decipher at this point ) the more it frustrates him, it would seem. Because he is only chipping away at the wound. Inosuke... has somewhat of a temper. And in moments like this it's almost as if he forgets to cower beneath the prismatic gaze that watches him always.

That's kind of intriguing. Dōma is definitely not used to the insolence.

❝ Besides, as you know, I'm very different from the rest. And seems to draw people's attention, as well. It's really not that big of a deal, when you look the way I do. ❞ He holds onto his own ankles as he rocks left and right a bit. The sing-song voice and overall carefree manner is a stark juxtaposition to his disciple. And then a clawed finger hoists to point at the struggling pupil with an innocuous yet patronizing pout.

❝ You know, you're holding the handle so tightly and that's why it keeps backfiring on you with the force. Maybe... you should try some dual-wielded style, instead. ❞ Probably not the fans, though. He would break those with his clumsy callused fingers.

[chubbibunni]

especially when i want to bring up the fact that the comics are cannon to the show but not vice versa

i just hate particular head cannons because i feel personally ripped apart when ppl say "if you don't think this you're a bad person" and I'm like... "no that just doesn't fit the character imo"

Here I will talk about something personal;

Ive seen this post talking about 'donnies big chest', and they had the Garfield breast reduction meme as a redraw, and sure it was funny, but it made me uncomfortable

Im all for women taking back r34 and sexualizing men just as much as we are and blah blah blah, but what I don't like is the blatan sexualization of large breasts

Of course, at a biological standpoint, large breasts are attractive to anyone, but I hate that we can't have big chested characters without having revealing/'sExY' fan art/cannon clothing without sexualizing them.

And people drawing men with big pecs, well duh, muscular men have pecs.

However, the fedishization of said features is alarming and scary to think that even within our own communities do we objectify not only our favorite characters but real people (like me) that are represented in this way.

It's is OKAY!!!!! to be a fedish artist, and find things attractive, but it is not okay to ONLY draw big chested characters in this manner.

Put them in pj's! put them in lounge clothes! put them in whatever, just don't always make them sexual for no other reason then they have a big chest, especially if you're not doing it to any other character.

Anyway, of course Donatello will have big shoulders and large chest. His body type is based off an Olympic swimmer, meaning he has bigger lungs to swim.

But I feel extraordinarily uncomfortable when people make his pecs stick out (like breasts) rather then be evenly spread like any other muscles

overall, I hate Fandom and i think ill stop letting reblogs on my posts so fannon doesn't interact, I'm so fed up at this point

witnessing fanon evolve away from canon in real time is equal parts fascinating and frustrating, because it becomes increasingly impossible to talk about anything that actually happened IN canon without people insisting that you take into account several dozen supplemental popular headcanons that you may or may not personally vibe with.

but it's still fascinating from, like, an academic perspective.

[lapateeserie]

*taps mic* is this thing on??

It's been a minute since I posted anything personal on here. A part of me wants to rebrand this as a writing page. Another part of me is like "Who is even on this damned site and paying attention to look of my blog?"

So we're gonna keep things the way they are.

I went down memory lane and looked at some of my old posts from high school. The fact that I am 11 years removed from high school is wild. A bitch is OLD.

I was never a big writer then but I always wanted to be. To read one of my posts from when I was 15 (I'm 29 now omgomgomg it's getting scarier lol) writing about a family friend where I was so introspective. It caught me by surprise and caused me to stop nostalgia-tripping and write this post. Funny thing, I probably lied. I would exaggerate a lot because *dramatique* but it was such a poetic choice. Maybe I did have it in me. I was just always so afraid to try out of fear of rejection and criticism.

Is it too late to be a cool artsy fartsy writer girl? Possibly. If anything I just need to flex this muscle. The more I write (type?) the more comfortable I'll feel. I typically scroll Tumblr to read fan-fics and one-shots. I find myself admiring these cool ass Black women that are writing such engaging stories that I've officially returned to Tumblr lol. But ultimately I admire the fact that they are brave enough to share their musings with the general public. Let me hop on the train!!!

All that to say!! Heyyyyyyy y'all we are so back.