#yes I know the anatomy is off screw off

[lovelycrawfishy]

I regret drawing this actually but felt guilty about not posting recently

I’m a lesbian guys I don’t know how to draw gay people <\3 I stand by the text above, HATE THEMMM /j

Do not be surprised if this gets deleted 😭

[rafesangelita]

♡ when pope doesn’t want to hit you during sex..

warnings: oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, angst, finger sucking, mentions of past sexual encounters, reassurance and comfort, brief description of reader being treated poorly, overstimulation, soft sex, praise, reader cries, pope is so gentle and sweet ૮ . . ྀིა⁩

a/n: highly recommend reading bitchy!pogue!reader’s lore if you haven’t already so you could get a better understanding of her <3 this was slightly inspired by the ending of ‘anora’

wc: 1.3k

“pope, pope, pope—” you sounded like a broken record, the man’s name falling off of your lips like a mantra. working his tongue in skillful cirlces around your clit, you shuddered as his grip around your thighs tightened, arching your back off of his sheets with a cry. you didn’t think he had it in him. pope had effortlessly made you scream and cry in overstimulation for the past twenty minutes, your brain fuzzy and vision hazy as he pushed you over the edge time and time again.

“how are you so good at that?” you couldn’t help but ask as pope licked the remnants of you off of his lips, your eyes running down his shirtless form. “well i took a lot of anatomy classes for science and stuff, you know? bodily functions are kinda my thing. jj also might’ve given me some pointers..” you laughed, your chest rising and falling as you basked in your post-orgasm bliss. pope looked up at you sheepishly, sorta in disbelief that he had you of all people here in his room.

deciding to put his shirt back on, pope froze once you pulled at his arm. “what are you doing?” your brows knitted together in confusion when you saw him looking around like you two were finished. “i uhm— i didn’t want to assume that you wanted to have like full on sex, so i was just gonna let you get dressed whenever you felt ready.” you laid there dumbfounded. no guy has ever been this considerate. “are you kidding? i’m not leaving you high and dry..”

pope swallowed thickly when your hand trailed down his frontside, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you palmed him through his shorts. “did jj also give you pointers on how to fuck?” pope shook his head, allowing you to pull him down between your legs. he was rock hard in his boxers and he was still making it all about you. “you got this hard just by tasting me?” your voice was sugary sweet and pope swore he could blow his load right then and there when he felt your fingers working him out of the restraints of his underwear.

“yes,” he nodded, deciding to help you out when one of the charms from your nails got caught in his zipper, “you tasted so good, and you’re also just really, really pretty.” he stammered, the nervous look on his face making you giggle. ‘pretty’ the word was so wholesome, you hadn’t been called that in ages. you were so used to the terms ‘hot’, ‘sexy’, even ‘sinful’, but pretty? you couldn’t decide if you liked the way your heart fluttered in your chest when you heard it.

you shook off the weird feeling that came over you, instead distracting yourself by taking pope’s hand and wrapping your lips around his thumb. “oh, wow! that’s—” pope had never seen such an erotic sight before in his life. not even in the weird porn jj would flash him out of no where. pope could sense a slight energy shift, but ultimately decided that he was just mentally psyching himself out cause he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

once he was prodding at your entrance, you and pope shared a knowing look before he pushed into you, a muffled moan tumbling from your mouth as he groaned, screwing his eyes shut at the sheer feeling of you being wrapped around him. you felt better than what he could’ve ever imagined. warm, wet, and gripping him like a fucking vice. he cursed to himself, hoping, pleading, that he wouldn’t finish quick and make a fool out of himself.

you were already a mess when his head was between your thighs, but feeling him inside you was a totally different thing. he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he could hit that spot that made you see stars behind closed eyes. he was slow and calculated, unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. the realization had you feeling exposed and slightly embarrassed.

why wasn’t he being rough?

why wasn’t he being selfish?

why wasn’t he using you purely for his own pleasure?

pope leaned down and started leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck, taking his hand and intertwining his fingers with your own. “you feel amazing,” he praised, “just perfect.” you blinked, your breath quickening as his lips found their way to yours. your brain wanted you to push him away and tell him that kissing on the lips was too intimate, but your heart had you giving in and kissing him back.

it wasn’t until you and pope were lost in each other’s orbit and his nose was nudging yours ever so gently that you panicked and turned your head away from him. you were losing control, and you needed to get behind the steering wheel fast. ripping your hand from his, you grabbed his shoulders and flipped you two over so you were on top. pope looked surprised, the sudden change in position throwing him for a loop. you reached back, lining him up with your entrance before sinking back down onto his length.

pope let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, his hands flying out to rest in the curve where your thighs and your hips met. you started up a steady pace, the man underneath you shamelessly grunting and moaning as you rode him with ease. you refused to look at him or meet his eyes, partly because you were terrified of seeing what you couldn’t handle right now; and that was the gaze of a man who wasn’t viewing you as some kind of sex object, but as an actual living being with emotions and thoughts and aspirations of your own.

pope knew what you did for work but it didn’t bother him. he was concerned about your safety more than anything. your fears came true when pope ran his fingers across your flesh, the look on his face saying it all. he wasn’t just admiring your body, he was cherishing it. every curve, every detail, he was engraving every single thing into his brain in hopes that he wouldn’t have to rely on his memory of you to be the only time he’ll ever see you like this.

you couldn’t take it anymore. you needed to prove that pope was exactly like everyone else. “hit me,” you moaned, grabbing his hand and placing it on your cheek, “please, i want you to do it.” pope felt his heart drop to his stomach, his face twisting in confusion. “hit you? why would i do that?” he stopped you, sitting up against the headboard while you avoided his heated stare. “why wouldn’t you?” you scoffed, “it’s like every guy’s wet dream.”

“it’s not mine.”

that’s exactly what you were afraid to hear. of course pope wasn’t some sick individual who got off on hitting girls and inflicting pain on them— words included. “please, just do it. choke me, pull my hair, anything— i want it.” with his palm still on your cheek, he cradled your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “no, you don’t.” he whispered, stroking your skin with the utmost care.

him being gentle hurt you more than any man who threw you around with no regard ever did. you didn’t know no other way, you didn’t know what it was like to be put first. nor did you know how to outwardly express your appreciation or vulnerability without having to give something away. you stared at him, your resolve crumbling as you cried into his chest, his arms enveloping you immediately. you cried until you couldn’t anymore, all while pope was still nestled inside of you.

he didn’t say a word as he held you tightly, your tears dripping down onto his skin as he rubbed soothing circles into your back. pope already knew what was wrong, his ability to read you and see right through you was uncanny. “no one can hurt you anymore,” he stated, “not in here. not when you’re with me.”

[devixxish]

Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 1277 | 15 paragraphs

18+ MDNI. NOT proofread, smut/slight fluff, mentions of female anatomy, dry humping, dom! Geto, reader goes a lil dumb, condescension/humiliation if you squint real hard, choking, mild dirty talk, badly written brainrot, light banter towards the end, y'all are so cute ngl,, lmk if I missed anything, mwah

A/N: I thought of making a lil sumn to explain my sudden century long disappearance, but um. Take this instead 😃 Horny brainrot ahead. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

Both of his hands splayed along the small of your back as you settled comfortably on his lap, thighs straddling his hips. Your own hands lightly trailed up his biceps until they took claim of his shoulders, fingers clutching into his shirt and skin alike. Lips meld against each other, desire, need, and desperation mixing, making your heads fuzzy, dizzy, leaving you both craving for more, more, more.

Pressing harder down on his covered cock, you felt him growing harder against you as both of your hands began tugging on your shirts and groping each other's bare skin. You felt his large hands slide down your sides towards your hips, fingers sliding over to grab the fat of your ass, giving it a squeeze before he slowly guided you to grind against him. A sigh of his name slipped past your lips, followed by a breathy moan against his lips. You thought you heard him groan, voice deep and gravelly, but you couldn't be sure; the friction was almost too much, your head already gone as you felt the fabric of your panties cling to your sopping folds, rubbing against your clit deliciously.

Seconds tick by. Perhaps minutes, even hours. You couldn't know. You didn't care enough to know, not as you felt Geto's lips leave yours in favor of trailing down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping on your sensitive skin, his tongue immediately smoothing over the love bites he left behind to soothe you. He surely groaned then, you clearly felt the light rumble of his chest as your one hand made its way up for your fingers to curl into and tug on his black strands. Suddenly you felt his head pulling away from where it was hiding in the crook of your neck, causing a small whine to sound from you. His eyes settled on your form on top of him, lidded and blown wide with lust as he took you in - and god damn, you were a vision. He could swear right there and then that he had never seen anything as beautiful; eyebrows slightly scrunched, eyes screwed shut, lips slightly parted, swollen and glossy with spit. Your body swaying along with the movement of your hips, tank top hanging low on your chest, giving him an eyeful of your pretty tits.

His one hand left your ass and instead came all the way up to cup your jaw. Lost in the haze of pleasure, your mind didn't register the silent command, causing him to halt your grinds against him with his other hand as his grip on your jaw tightened, pushing your cheeks together. "C'mon, eyes on me, baby.", you heard his order loud and clear, spoken in his gruff voice which always made your body tremble. You had no other choice but to obey. Your eyes immediately met his piercing gaze, the purple hue of his irises barely visible, and you squirmed due to the intensity of it. You wanted to hide, to just bury yourself into his neck or chest and leave his line of sight, but the hold he had on your jaw prevented you. A small smirk tugged on the corners of his lips, obviously enjoying your surely flustered expression. "That's a good girl, that's it. Feelin' good?"

An eager nod and you immediately squeak out a breathy, "y-yes..", almost embarrassed by the desperation lacing the tone of your voice. Almost. You were in no right state of mind to actually care about the small details you usually did; you were solely focused on the pleasure he so generously gave you. That pleasure only intensified when you felt his hand slide off your jaw, only to wrap around your throat, the edges of his fingers lightly squeezing as you let out a broken moan at the sensation.

"Yeah?", he repeats in question, the smirk ever evident on his face to pair with the condescending tone of his voice. "You like grinding your pretty pussy on my cock, my hand around your throat?", he asked with a sharp jolt of his hips against your already sensitive cunt, emitting a loud whine from you. "I know, pretty girl, I know. You're so wet f'me already, I can feel it."

You felt your cheeks burn up, but you still rapidly nodded your head as yet another whine slipped past your lips. Your eyes fell shut, finding the pleasure overwhelming. Despite that, your hips worked faster, his hard cock nudging against your clit repeatedly, driving you closer to the edge. And he, too, couldn't hold back. His cocky demeanor was obviously getting overpowered by his own pleasure, and when you blinked your eyes back open, you found him with his head thrown back against the back of the couch, his eyes squeezed shut and his bared throat bobbing as he gulped.

A small groan and a curse under his breath sounded like music to your ears, your cunt clenching, empty and wanting. "God, fuck, baby," he breathed out, hand still wrapped tightly around your throat as his hips uncontrollably bucked against your own to meet you halway. "Pretty pussy feels so good. 'M gonna cum soon."

His breathy statement made you mewl, and in an effort to be closer, to feel him as close as possible, you surged forward to crash your lips to his, whimpers, moans, and groans becoming muffled. The sound of your clothes rustling mixed with the obscene squelch of your wetness, but you could only focus on the way he was practically devouring you and your impending climax.

All it took was maybe a few more seconds of your frantic movements before you were shoved straight off the edge.

Your lips left his as you loudly cried his name out, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Your thighs burned and quaked, struggling to close as his hips were in the way, keeping them nice and open. Geto rutted up against you once, twice, before you felt his body shudder underneath your own as he, too, found his own release with a grunt and a sharp "fuck."

Both of you remained silent as you rode out the pleasure, slowly coming down. Your body practically melted into his own as you let out a quiet sigh, your breath fanning against his heated skin. After a short moment, you felt his one hand cradling your reddened cheek, guiding your head up to press a slow, tender kiss on your lips. The earlier tension had all but dissipated, leaving in its place the sweet afterglow and the slight embarassment you were unable to feel earlier.

The kiss broke after a few seconds and you slowly fluttered your eyes opwn, only to find Geto staring at you, his own cheeks tinted a bright pink and a small smile spreading across his face. "I can't believe you just made me cum in my pants.", he spoke up after a moment of shared silence with a light scoff of a chuckle. And you, despite your still jittery body and newfound fatigue, giggled, "What can I say? Guess I'm too much for you to handle, after all."

"You're a brat, that's what you are", he retorted with a pinch to your hip, but his voice held no real irritation. You laughed harder at that, slowly sliding off his lap to land next to him on the couch, your body pressed against his side, "you love me.". His head turned to look down at you, pure adoration in his eyes even as he let out a chuckle, his arm moving to wrap around your shoulders.

"That I do, sweetheart. That I do."

[itsyapeepkiri]

Hey @deerspherestudios!!! I finally finished the drawing!!!!! It only took 20 hours... but I hope you like it!!

This is based on Day 1, ending 1 of Mushroom Oasis, so spoilers if you don't know about it.

I'll add tags, but TW for death, bone, decomposition, decay (both human and animal), blood if you squint, body horror (???). Also, this will break your heart, so sorry, but the art gods demand tears today.

TWs UNDER CUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Some tid bits about this project in no particularly order:

- I started this cause I thought about what it would look like if Mychael had found MC a little bit sooner (than the few weeks that it took for the body to decompose). Plus, I wanted to brush up on my anatomy skills.

- The trees were based on the image of in deerspherestudios's answer to an ask about Mychael's vision, specifically the 'bottom eyes closed' one.

- The cat is an orange tabby cause I thought it goes nice with canon green collar. The MC is based on deerspherestudios actual MC ref sheet. Mychael is deerspherestudios whole-heartedly, but I did use the outdoor outfit we see him in in the 2nd day.

- I would image that MC's and Mychael's bags are just off the page, but I just forgot to add them.

- The tree 2nd from the right was not supposed to be there. Or at least I don't think it was. I don't know how that tree got there, I swear. 😅

- My 1st hour, which ended up being a failed attempt, was based on my sleeping sibling. Then, when they woke up and took a look at my work, they mentioned that the hand was as big as the entire chest somehow. That's when I said screw it, tried to find some reference images, and ended up spending the next 1 and a half hours on a 3-D model website trying to force the pre-made models to bend to my will. After that, it went pretty smoothly. *cries in hating perspective*

- I used BiC Mark it permanent markers, an ultra fine point red Sharpie, a Sakura Pigma Micron 005 pen, some Prismacolor Premier colored pencils for details, and a random school issued yellow pencil and pink eraser to make this.

- You can't really see it, but the flowers that Mychael is holding are forget-me-nots, as a reference to the field he would have taken MC to on the 2nd day. They are also in the rough shape of a broken heart. 💔

- On that note, the mushrooms coming out of MC's eye are also shaped like a heart.

- And yes, our soft boi is crying... 😢

[jellyjellyghost]

Can I kiss you?

yoongi x gn!reader

CW: Kissing, fluff, just silly times, Jelly not knowing how to write kissing scenes

WC: 600-ish

Here's a little drabble! It's a little longer than a book definition drabble- but it feels like one to me soooo •𐃷•

also- idk if I'll be expanding on this-

✧˖°.꒷꒦︶꒷🪼꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦‧₊˚⊹

“Hey,” Yoongi calls out to you. You look up when he enters, immediately recognizing him by his sweet voice. “Hi Sugar,” you coo at him looking up from your mathematics study party. The papers sprawled all over your bed, as you attempt to tidy them so that Yoongi may be able to sit down. You pat the bed eagerly after clearing a space and pull him into a deep hug, breathing in his wood, patchouli and amber smell. You tug gently at the baby hairs at the nape of his neck, melting into his embrace as he soothingly rubs shapes onto your back. 

He pulls away from you gingerly, a gummy smile growing on his face. “You’re so pretty,” he breathes out. You slap his arm in a playful manner, “Stop that,” you say, embarrassed. He giggles, and pets your face, “Can I kiss you?” He says shyly. You put your arms around his shoulders, “Yes, you can kiss me.” 

He pulls you into him, leading your lips to his, both of his cool hands grip your face. You become captivated by his brown eyes. Your breath mixes with his, and your noses bump each other. Your lips meet in a sweet and sensual embrace, you pull yourself square against his body, causing you to be practically on top of him. You tighten the hold on his hair, massaging his scalp, causing him to groan out. You use this as an opportunity to swipe your tongue into his mouth, carefully asking for permission. He hums against your lips and puts his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance, swirling and rubbing over another like a dance only you and Yoongi know the moves to. You move his hands from your face onto your hips and he slides his fingers under your shirt. You pull away for a breath and place your hands on his jawline. “Ow!” You playfully wince with a smirk on your face. 

Yoongi’s eyes furrow in worry, “What? Did I do something wrong?” “Oh your jawline is just so sharp I think I might’ve cut myself!” You tease him. He rolls his eyes but still laughs at you. “I’ll have to kiss it better for you then.” 

He grabs your hand, and pulls it to his face gently peppering delicate kisses onto your palm. 

“Hey Y/N~ I thought I’d just- Not again!” Your best friend and roommate Jung Hoseok whines, as he saunters in unannounced, right to you practically sitting on top of Yoongi, and his mouth on your hand. 

You jump away from Yoongi, straightening out your shirt, and quickly shifting through your pile of papers, acting like you were not just kissing your boyfriend in your room (which is not illegal btw). 

You stand up in front of Hoseok, Yoongi frozen on the bed, with his hands still pretending to cup yours. “Hey Hobi, my bro, my bestie-” You pull at your fingers nervously. 

“I didn’t mean to just barge in I just thought-” He rambles off staring at Yoongi, who’s still frozen on the bed. “Yoongi, I can still see you, what do you think I’m a dinosaur or something?” 

He quickly shakes off what he saw with a joke. Yoongi places his hands in his lap, he is screwed. “Just thought I might try it out.” Yoongi says with a nervous chuckle. Hoseok giggles at him but his eyes are dark. 

“AH- Hobi, we were just studying!” You attempt to defuse the awkward situation, “Studying what? Human Anatomy?” Hoseok claps back, your eyes widened. “It’s fine! I’m here now so we can all study together!” Hoseok clasps his hands together.

You grab a few extra pencils for Yoongi and Hoseok, and sit down on your bed, making sure you are an acceptable distance from Yoongi. Hoseok walks over and places himself right in between you and Yoongi. “Let's study now shall we?”

Yoongi gives you a loving look from behind Hoseok, then you all dive into your first equation. 

✧˖°.꒷꒦︶꒷🪼꒦︶ ๋⭑꒷꒦‧₊˚⊹

Chat- this is an old work of mine but I'm proud of it so I thought it deserves the title as my first published work

Please reblog or comment if you like it!!

Have an amazing day! (づ> v <)づ♡

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 8

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after not writing anything at all. Please keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty at times. Comments and thoughts are well appreciated. Don’t hesitate to ask questions, state your thoughts for me to post up and have me add you to the tag list!

Sorry it took me a while to post this chapter. It isn’t too long but I didn’t want to leave you all hanging without anything. I had a lot of things to handle - family visit threw the holidays as well as I met someone and got into a relationship - first time since a couple years. Work has also been busy so I hope you guys will forgive my absence! I will try and post more frequently now! Please comment. Your words always are motivating!

The dead toned beep of the ended phone call rang in your ears mercilessly. Taking a couple seconds to compose yourself after Yoongis brutal truth, you looked at the mirror and took in a deep, sharp breath. Shaking your head, you grabbed at the bridge of your nose. This was all getting chaotic and you did not like that fact at all.

You’ve always lead a quite composed life. Yes your work was complicated and very intense at times but outside of that you lead a peaceful life up until now. Up until you got dragged into this fucking mess by your best friend. Up until you found out your fiancé was a liar and cheater. Up until you screwed Agust-D, or should you say - it was more like he screwed you.

Walking into the hot shower you tried to get rid of all those invasive thoughts. Your brain kept playing scenes of the black eyed gangsters lips attacking all of your skin, all of those sensitive parts, all the places that mattered. Your hands wiped down your face as if trying to toss off all the images together with the water droplets. This was not going to be an easy task. Sleeping with the long haired brunette just made your already complicated situation even more messed up.

Once you were wiping your body off with the soft towel you let out yet again another frustrated sigh. Knowing you had to get out of the bathroom and face Hoseok angered you. All you wanted to do was punch him in the face and break his perfect little nose. The vision of having to keep this relationship going for the greater good and to put his ass behind bars wasn’t in any way ideal for you. But it had to be done. You knew in the long run this was they only thing that would make up for all the heartache he put you threw.

You let your still wet hair drop on your shoulders. Wrapping yourself up in a comfortable bathrobe you walked out hesitantly. The smell of freshly made breakfast, deliciously tickled your nostrils. Well at least he was good for some things - you muttered soundlessly to yourself.

Stepping in the kitchen you saw the cheater himself hovering over some pans, while humming some tune. You used to love this view, you used to watch him quietly with a big smile on your face. These gestured used to matter. Now all they did was poke a deep hole in your heart. You could not help but feel as if dead inside towards the one you thought you’d end up spending your life with.

As if on queue Hoseok turned to you with a plated meal and a sweet smile on his face.

“Sit love” he said with a hum while placing the dish on the table. You felt you stomach clench while you braved yourself to put on the best fake loving face you could. “Thanks… hun…” you said a bit hesitantly, what he picked up right away.

Sighing loudly he looked at you with sad eyes and said “Hey… I know lately it has been rough… and I work a lot… and I don’t give you the attention you deserve. But that will change soon babe, I promise…” he whispered while leaning down to kiss your temple.

It took all of your impulse control not to push away from him. Forcing yourself to take the kiss you said quietly “Yea… it has been rough…”. After your words fell, he gave you a worried look. Knowing you well he decided not to continue this topic. Instead he gave you another peck and told you to eat up while he makes coffee.

Your eyes turned to the back of his head as he brewed the caffeinated liquid. You wished you could burn a hole in his skull, purely by your gaze. Giving up on that ridiculous thought, you focused on your food. You had to eat. You had work this afternoon. You didn’t want to feel weak and tired. Work was about the only thing that still made sense in your life. All the rest seemed to be going down in flames.

Once your fiancé put a cup in front of you, you gladly grabbed at it. Keeping yourself occupied and your mouth full was the best option to avoid senseless talk. You were only willing to answer what you had planned for the day. You really didn’t want to force the conversation. Thankfully Hobi seemed to think all the tension was coming from his lack of time and his hectic work schedule. Who were you to correct him? Even if you wanted you couldn’t. You had a deal with Jimin. The vision of the cheating bastard in front of you, being set behind bars was the only thing that kept you sane.

When you finished up your meal, you decided to do the dishes. You didn’t want to seem too upset. It was a usual with the two of you. When one cooked the other took care of the dishes. The brainless action made you zone out. The bubbles on your hand felt oddly relaxing. As you were about to calm down from all the anger your felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

You took in a sharp breath and get tense right away. It was something you could not control. It was just a natural reaction of your body to the touch of someone who you saw as a traitor. “Are you that displeased with me?” he asked, his lips almost touching your ear. Anxiety was attacking your nerve system mercilessly. You had to swallow the big ball that formed in your throat before you spoke “It just had been very awkward between us… that’s all…”.

Shaking his head slightly he kept on hugging you “I know baby… and I wanna fix it… you know what they say… good sex can cure many arguments…” hearing those words you felt your stomach flip. The last thing you were feeling up to was going to bed with this asshole. But did you have much choice? This was your thing. You guys used to use the act of desire take over you when in disputes. You didn’t want to raise red flags and have him suspicious of your behavior. There was so much at stake.

An idea popped in your head. You could use the fact he clearly wanted to sway you, please you. This was your way to get threw this. Turning around slowly you gave him a dark smile. Your brain automatically switching to imagine someone else was standing in front of you. “Is that so? You want to fix the situation?” you asked with a deeper voice and he nodded in agreement.

“Then get on your knees and please me. Since you didn’t have time to give me attention lately… today will be all about me…” you voice was sultry and tainted with a darkness you never let out yet. Hoseok was clearly taken aback for a second, completely not expecting such a thing from you. But you were right, he did want to sway your mood. So he smiled gently while dropping down slowly to his knees.

His long fingers grabbed at your shorts and pulled them down. You closed your eyes imagining it was those digits covered in rings doing this to you. At this moment you were great full for having a good imagination. You needed it to survive this, to take pleasure from it.

When you felt the hot breath hit your core, you bit down on your lip, visioning it was the dark haired mobster in front of you. The image of Agust-D on his knees made you soaked in seconds. “God you’re getting wet…” Jung gasped, his voice distracting you a bit, so you shushed him with a “Get to it then…”.

Once you felt his tongue on your clit you almost jumped. The next movements and sucking making you almost moan Yoongis name. He was right. You would be thinking of him… fuck you were already and this was the only thing making you enjoy the moment. It didn’t take you long to jump over the edge. Biting down on your tongue you made sure to not scream the name of another.

Luckily for you, your fiancé was so out of it all and happy with himself, he believed everything between you was ok for now. The fact he had to head out to work soon, was just the cherry on top of the cake. You on the other hand had time to get ready for the afternoon and think about how Yoongi read right threw you. His words from your last phone call echoed in your brain. Shaking your head you mumbled to yourself - Stop. This needs to stop. I am just gonna use what happened to imagine things, to survive around Hoseok as long as I need to.

The little pep talk was supposed to set you straight. You decided you would never give into temptation again. You’d never jump into the arms of a gangster. You couldn’t. He was bad news. Or maybe bad news was him. It was hard to decided which of the two was correct. But the fact was - this man was danger and it was best to stir clear of him. So that is what you planned on doing.

Work was going well for you even tho you didn’t get to have the shift with your friend. But maybe that was better. That way you could focus on the job and not risk falling into discussing the whole gang situation. Your phone was silent as well. No messages from you soon to be ex. No one to bother your. No one to disturb your flow.

You were telling lucky to have a couple of light surgeries scheduled. They were just basic procedures. You did not need to think too much about what you were doing. You were great full that you enjoyed your job. That it was left undisturbed. That it could be your anchor to sanity. You could lose yourself in it. Forget about all the other chaos. Just be present in the moment. Just focus on your hand work, on what needed to be done. Nothing else mattered then and there.

The wrecked mood from the morning switched to a content and relaxed on. The evening was nice. You decided you’d take a walk home. You lived not too far away. Some exercise would do you well. Taking out your phone you thought for a moment and texted Jungkook. You wanted to check if maybe he was out drinking in some of the bars close by. You’d gladly join him then.

While walking and awaiting and answer from your coworker, your turned into one of the allies to take a shortcut. It was still not that late and usually the are was safe. All seemed to be the same this time. That was until a black SUV appeared at the other end. Stopping in your tracks you felt the flight or fight mode sweep over your body.

Clenching your hands on the purse strap you were thinking on what to do. Once the doors of the car opened, you were ready to run. But suddenly the well known gravely voice hit the air.

“Didn’t your parents teach you allies tend to be dangerous?” he chuckled a bit at his own words clearly enjoying he gave you a scare.

Your feet became heavy. It was as if the got cemented to the ground. A shiver ran over your spine. Standing there you stared as the brunet slowly made his way to you. The heels of his elegant shoes clicking over the ground. The sound bounced off the bricked walls. It all seemed just like in the movies. The hunter walking over to his helpless prey.

As he came close he tossed the end of his cigaret to the grown and blew out the last smoke your way. You felt your knees becoming weak. This guys was something else. Everything about him was screaming danger, but somehow you couldn’t move, you couldn’t run, you just stood there, your eyes glued to him.

“I told you we’d meet again Y/N… and you owe me a morning…” clearing your throat you finally spoke “Do I? I don’t recall anything about spending the mornings with you in our agreement…” the words made him leans his head back and laugh. “What a mouth you have…” he spat out and grabbed your face with his hand. Pushing down on your cheeks. His black eyes piercing right threw your soul. “I have better use for it then starting up discussions…” his voice was low and coated with something you could not put your finger on. Was it desire?

The next thing you knew, you were pinned to the cold wall, his face inches from yours. As you were about to speak, he silenced you with his lips.

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[numberonetacostan]

Sometimes I think certain contestants (in gijinka form) would have been created with things like scars that didn't actually come from an injury or braces/glasses they don't actually need.

Like it's easy to find stereotypical nerdy characters in shows and the like having glasses or braces so Mephone applied that to contestants like Fan and Test Tube without knowing what they're actually for.

There's also the thing where evil characters are given certain types of scars/more noticeable scars than good characters which I can see Mephone using, even if that's a trope that I don't particularly like for a few reasons.

That's not to say there aren't contestants that have bad eyesight or that need braces (among other tropes like that) he might even do the thing where people with glasses become essentially blind if they take them off.

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[Hi sorry for sending another ask so quickly after my last one but it's sort of related to it and I was going to add it to my last one anyway but I forgot and then remembered like a few seconds after sending it.

In gijinka form, I think Mephone would have a very vague idea of human anatomy.

Like there's certain things that he knows happen to a human body sometimes but not why they happen, things like hunger or period cramps I suppose? I'm pretty sure Mephone eats the cookies more because he likes how they taste than that he gets hungry (correct me if I'm wrong)

I don't think he would know enough to make their organs be the same as actual people either, like he'd screw up their anatomy in certain ways because he doesn't actually know how they work.

Their appearances too, with certain contestants having things that wouldn't really be possible for people to have. Borrowing a but from your Taco gijinka but characters like Yang and her for examples would probably have more claws than nails and teeth sharper than they really should be.

I kind of view them in gijinka form to have something off about them, wether it's obvious from just looking at them (like Goo and Floory) characters that have features that are distinctly non-human or uncanny valley looking but not as in your face (using Yang and Taco again) and those who look like a perfectly normal human but still have screwed up anatomy that someone could probably catch onto eventually (like OJ, I imagine he bleeds orange juice rather than blood in gijinka form)

Their personalities can also be an issue if you're trying to talk to someone who isn't made by Mephone, because some of them have exaggerated personalities for the sake of the show not to say some people don't act like that irl, more that certain people would judge them for it yk? (I hope I'm explaining it right)]

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Hi Flower!!^^ Welcome back, and thank you for sending in your asks!! :)

Definitely! Scars, glasses, braces, they're like clothes and hair colour, all parts of a character's design! Nerdier characters like Fan and Testy would, like you mentioned, have glasses and such to show their personalities through their appearances! The scars aspect, while yes, not being a good trope, is a common one, though I can't say it would apply to many antagonist-contestants we see in II, other than Knife and maybe Trophy? Taco is fancy, put-together, and deceitful- visible scarring would hurt her facade in that sense, and though I do think of her as having a large facial scar post s2 ep13, that's not something she was made with. Balloon isn't actually malicious, Silver is a similar type to Taco, and Blueberry, well, I suppose he could have a scar, but again he's not really the sort of villain who would have one, yeah?

I'd think most if not all of the glasses-wearing characters are essentially blind if their glasses are off, since that would be Mephone's impression of vision impairment. Cobs put his glasses back on after Knife broke them, he definitely can't see much without them, and Mephone would pick up on that.

[Mephone definitely only eats for taste- almost all of the Meeple devices following him, save for 4S, don't even have mouths. They don't need to eat.]

Yay Mephone's vague idea of what humans are like!! He'd have no idea why, yeah. He'd get that they need to eat and they feel bad if they don't, but that's probably the extent of it. Mephone tried asking Cobs what a period was once and he was grounded for two weeks. Omg yay borrowing from my Taco gijinka!! :D Clawed hands sharp teeth slit pupils pointy ears because she's inspired by villains Mephone saw in movies and shows he'd watched (I like to think Taco is somewhat based on demon/vampire villains :3c)!!

They all have something off about them, whether it's not something easily identifiable at a glance like OJ's orange juice blood or Marsh being... squishier than the average person, or if it's something obvious like Taco's impossibly sharp features, Goo/Floory's entire bodies, or Candle being slightly on fire all the time, they're all not quite what a human normally is. They all feel off to the average person, somehow.

I like to think their non-humanness parallels the season they debut in. Season one is rather normal, but they're not as accurate imitations of humans as later contestants. Taco is the most extreme example, appearance-wise she fits in more with the season 3 cast, but even contestants like Baseball, Paper, and Bow are a bit out-there in one aspect or another (Paper and Bow appearance-wise, Baseball more for his size and oddly fabric-y skin.) Season two contestants are the most accurately human. Mephone is getting better at show-things in general, including making the contestants look human. Though Yang's size of Yin-Yang would be a notable exception, like Taco in season 1, they'd all look and be relatively normal. They could fit in with regular people the best, even if not 100% perfectly. Season three, on the other hand, are by far the least humanoid. Almost all of them have something or somethings clearly non-humanoid about them, yeah? Because Mephone is going very far into escapism with this season, he wants to be away from reality, and this goes into his making of the season 3 newbies.

Personalities could be a challenge for some of them too, depending on how much they're able to change, now being outside of MeLife. Particularly contestants like Cherries and Goo, who are much more child-like. Are they able to mature into an adult, or adult-ish state of mind? Or are they eternal children? Will any average person be able to tolerate Silver Spoon for more than 5 minutes? Who can say, really.

[theflyindutchwoman]

And you're so concerned about my love life because? Because I don't want to drive around on patrol with you while you are moping about screwing this up. Look, if you like this girl, you should listen to her.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 4.10 - Heart Beat

For a scene that is supposed to be about Tim and his relationship with Ashley, it is very interesting how it actually highlights the bond he has with Lucy… Something that is made perfectly clear with the way it parallels this moment from The Bet : 'Why do I care if Tim dates? […] You just want everyone to be happy'. (2.03) This exchange completes this scene so well, showing how this is really all about these two. How they just want the other to be happy. How she has often helped him in his relationships, how he has always listened to her and this, from the beginning. Lucy may not be particularly fond of Ashley but Tim is and that's all that matters to her. That's why she basically runs after him.

There might be a slight hesitation at first, where she realises that she might be overstepping a bit here, but she also knows that he needs to be made aware of her conversation with his girlfriend. The fact that Ashley felt more comfortable talking about her fears with her, instead of Tim, already speaks volume. And while Lucy might have joked around in the shop, I think that phone call shed a different light on the situation and made her understand that Tim didn't fully get what was going on. That what he interpreted as a dislike for Kojo is instead a fear of him. And she is so taken aback by how cavalier he is at first. I don't think she expected him to react this way. Though that is a thing with Tim : he can be dismissive but he listens. He takes the time to reflect on his own behavior so he can change it. Like when Lucy called him out for the way he treated the gardeners in the pilot or when she was upset that he was getting the credits for her hard work. And this is what is happening here, he's following that same pattern… He needed to hear this. More specifically : he needed to hear this from Lucy herself. Which makes her statement later all the more ironic.

This is really in-character for Tim to deflect a bit. But there's also a genuine curiosity when he asks her why she cares so much about his love life. They're still in this space where they're testing each other in some ways. It says a lot that he doesn't even think of biting her head off for interfering in the first place, like he used to. They are so far passed that. And it is a very good question… One she asked herself after setting him up with Rachel. And yes, this is who she is : she wants the people around her to be happy. But this is different. We have yet to see her set up anyone else on a date or try to help them mend their relationship the same way. Even when Jackson was having issues with Sterling, she simply offered a shoulder to cry on. That little extra is reserved for Tim, and Tim only. That's what makes this parallel so good in my opinion. Because he himself didn't even question it back then. But now that things are changing between them, he is. Their hug, that almost-kiss, their blatant flirting at work… The fact that he needed her at his side when he confronted his father… This is all adding up and there's an awareness that is starting to grow… But what makes this parallel even more special, is how it underlines their selflessness. They have always helped each other in their respective relationships, regardless of their opinions and feelings. The other's happiness is what matters to them. Even here, it's hard to know whether Lucy is aware of her own feelings for him at this point, but either way, she simply sets them aside to help him - consciously or not.

And like I said earlier, her advice is full of irony : 'if you like this girl, you should listen to her'. Because he does already follow this to the letter… with HER. She is the one person he always listens to. The one that makes him want to be better. Tim being offended at her implication that he mopes is downright hilarious - especially in light of season 5a. Her little smirk when she walks away… His epic eye roll… The more things change, the more they stay the same.

[34saveme34]

they can’t kiss because puzzles doesn’t have a mouth and wpnz mouth is lipless and toothy like cant even suck his flat face

Also the clash of egos is gonna be crazy. Puzzles talks down to people and comes off as patronizing even when he doesn’t mean to and WPNZ wouldn’t stand for that I don’t think.

that said I am excited for their interactions especially because WPNZ being guns is genetic and he’ll probably assume Puzzles being a TV is the same way. I wanna see his reaction to Puzzles backstory of having no friends and dad sucks so much that decapitation time

I'll be sfw and simply say that that never stopped anyone. honestly when it comes to that I was more focused on the fact that his stupid tankhat wouldn't even let him come close enough for a kiss, he needs to take it off if he wants to get close and like. I'm still trying to like, figure out how his anatomy works- considering that his limbs were torn off but he wasn't like yknow- so I wonder how essential his hat is yknow? I noticed it seems to be maaaaybe screwed on but fuck if I know, it would be seen best when they release his model, kinda similar to Puzzles if I'm real like, I didn't know how he was exactly built before that- so yeah like, what if his hat has something crucial he can't got without- what would he EVEN LOOK LIKE without it-

anyways yeah I do expect them to have some sort of quarrel- though I'm unsure how exactly will WPNZ learn all that about Puzzles, in what way might he find things out? Because I do feel like Puzzles has this spectacle mindset where he likes to dramatically present how he became the way he did so like, shouldn't it be easy? But- I don't know? I'd really like it if he went on a spiel about his backstory and WPNZ stops him like. what, they really just told you you're not capable?

yknow like, a really good contrast to how he told the crew vs how he tells WPNZ, where one is a show that is be at awe for, while the other one suddenly feels more vulnerable when interacted with like- in my head I feel like he wouldn't expect WPNZ to like, interrupt him midway like that. Then yknow, having this awkward pause and stuff. Where Puzzles yknow, finally gets recognition in a sense, you get me? Like yes, he got it from Meggy but then it was immediately taken away. He was literally tricked. And yet, there's no trick here, it's sudden and unexpected to him in a really weirdly intimate way. Though Idk if they'd go that route with them, I hope we get to see them bond and won't be like done off screen, it would be a waste to me honestly, especially how that stupid ass post is formatted from the VA.

I've been thinking about it so much and the "Will they kiss?" is in both twt and bsky version while the other sentences are formatted different while coming to the same conclusion and it like, drives me a little mad because it makes it feel the "Will they kiss?" more emphasized to me, like he wanted to make sure as much people see that part as possible-

and like still like HUH!? Like he could've said "My and Gianni's character are friends now. This couldn't possibly end well, could it?" or something more generic, like they know people take posts from crew in general stupid serious so like the "Will they kiss?" feels so odd to me. Ngl, I think it's already like a joke within the crew, there's a possibility of that being straight up an inside joke for them. I also do think he probably ships it a little, he did say that unprompted. Like he was probably like. I can imagine him recording his lines for the end and being like, wow, am I the only one who feels this tension? Because I'm guessing he probably had more context of his lines when recording maybe? Or maybe saw the movie and was like "Oh this shit is gay asf" and decided that shall be his post I have no idea KMJNDKLJDKLDJKD

[yourdeepestfathoms]

TADC Playing D&D

(ALL PLATONIC/FAMILIAL.)

Caine is the DM obviously

Pomni plays a Firbolg Warlock (but her Firbolg’s design is the one that looks like a cow. y’all know the one. it’s the only valid design for a Firbolg)

Jax plays a Tiefling Rogue (obviously)

Ragatha plays an Aasimar Cleric (also obviously)

Zooble plays a Changeling Barbarian

Gangle plays a Gnome Druid

Kinger plays a Warforged Artificer

And then Caine reveals the plot twist: it’s gonna be irl dnd, and they ACTUALLY PLAY their characters

They’ve got costumes and their character traits and everything! Like, Ragatha gets angel wings, Jax has horns, Pomni gets a tail (because, again, cow-like Firbolgs are the only right way to design Firbolgs, and you can pry that from my cold, dead hands)

The terrain also changes into the same terrain as wherever they adventure to

Antics ensue!

Zooble is the tank

And they can instill the fear of god upon man

But you know who else can be scary as fuck?

Ragatha

Have you ever fought a Forge Cleric before? Did you know those bitches can wear Heavy Armor?

Combat is WILD when they’re actually acting it out

Though, it can barely be considered “acting” because Caine has somehow made magic possible????

Kinger asks to make the most wild shit because he thinks it’s fun

Gangle once got downed, got to two (2) failed Death Saves, was brought back up, and then was IMMEDIATELY downed again

Pomni gets anxiety over even the most mundane of rolls

She was asked to roll Perception, and she was sweating buckets, afraid to fail and screw everything up, and it was literally just to find a nice bakery in the city they were at

Jax asks to pickpocket orphans

Ragatha: Pomni, why is your Strength a seven???

Pomni: i don’t want to talk about it

Her Unarmed Strike literally does zero (0) damage

She never uses her weapon ever

Only Eldritch Blast

She also uses other spells ofc, but Eldritch Blast is her go-to

“Doll Face, i’m down” “Pomni’s having a panic attack” “okay, and? i’m downed”

Jax and Ragatha have beef the Whole Time

“why did you think you could hide in an empty arena??” “because i’m a Rogue, and they have Advantage on hiding!” “IT IS AN EMPTY ARENA WITH NOTHING BUT SAND.” “I AM A ROGUE WITH ADVANTAGE TO HIDING.” “THE ARENA IS EMPTY. THERE IS NOWHERE TO HIDE.”

Despite being a Firbolg, which is considered a race of Giant, Pomni is STILL considered as a Small creature (due to her own height)

Because of this, she can ride every single other person in the party, as the Ride rules in dnd state that a willing creature at least one size larger than you and has appropriate anatomy can serve as a mount

This has started a “technique” the group has named “War Horsing”

In which Pomni sits on someone’s shoulders and spams Eldritch Blast non-stop while the other person wrecks house

(She usually sits on Zooble’s shoulders and Cure Wounds them whenever they take too much damage)

She’s also called the “cannon” of the group because she’ll sit on Zooble’s shoulders and use Fireball

Speaking of Fireball!

The gang once found Beads of Fireball, and Jax, wanting to be a boss bitch and show how much better than everyone he is by single-handedly killing this super hard boss they were fighting, thought that because he’s a Tiefling and Tieflings have Resistance to Fire Damage, he could easily survive a blast.

Anyway, he ended up taking 80d6 Fire Damage after he threw all ten (10) beads at once.

Even when the damage was halved, he still died instantly.

Ragatha considered if it was worth it to Revivify him.

Pomni uses Speech of Beast and Leaf to speak with plants, and the plants just cuss her out.

Zooble: can i roll to pick up Pomni by the ankles and swing her around as an improvised weapon?

Pomni: ?!?!?!

(Caine said yes)

(Zooble ended up doing five whole damage with Pomni’s body)

Caine once rolled 200d8 Bludgeoning damage because Kinger fell off a mountain (he was Revivified by Ragatha after)

“COUNTERSPELL THIS, B[@&$%]” -Zooble, right before decking an NPC straight through a wall

When fights get too hairy, Jax will Disengage and leave the party to fend for themselves

There was once this HORRIFIC chase scene the party had to try to survive

Zooble: *polymorphed into a mountain goat by Pomni, sprinting as fast as they can*

Gangle: *Wild Shaped into a mouse, desperately hanging onto Zooble’s fur*

Ragatha: *flying away while holding Pomni*

Pomni: *clinging to Ragatha like how a baby sloth would cling to its mother, shooting Eldritch Blast at the monster every turn in a desperate attempt to slow it down, screaming*

Jax: *already 200ft in front of the others because he ran off way before them*

Kinger: *wondering if it’s a good time to tell the others he has Longstrider prepared*

Jax got maimed by a Mimic because he couldn’t help but not loot a chest he found

He then proceeded to get maimed by ANOTHER MIMIC in the VERY NEXT ROOM because he also tried to loot that, too

Zooble: does a 22 hit? ����

Caine: no

the entire party: 😟

Pomni got bitten by a werewolf and failed the Constitution saving throw, so she ended up becoming a werewolf. During her first transformation, she lost control after failing the saving throw and immediately started mauling Jax.

Everyone just kinda stopped and watched in awe for a moment before they realized they should probably help him.

“He needed the humbling” -Zooble

Kinger crafts Pomni a gun and gives it to her

Caine: so you all see the werewolf pull out a Tommy gun

The party had to fight this giant frog, and they all thought it would be a walk in the park, but then it swallowed Pomni, and the simple encounter turned into a fight for Pomni’s fucking life because Pomni was actively suffocating inside of it, and Jax wanted to blow up the frog with a magic grenade he had, despite Pomni being in there (he was well aware that she would also take damage), and Ragatha was trying to see if she could heal Pomni from inside the frog, and Gangle ended up Wild Shaping into another frog and begging it to let Pomni go.

Pomni was traumatized.

Caine: who’s done a good job at roleplaying recently?

Kinger: well, Pomni did have a panic attack

[9800sblog]

hybe tarot reading

public perception vs people involved

public's perception

3 of pentacles reversed, 8 of pentacles reversed, ace of pentacles reversed, the hanged man reversed, 7 of cups reversed

talk about tainted perception, all cards reversed screams volumes about how ignorant and illiterate most people are about their rights. the public has all the information, they know everything that is happening but keep not wanting to connect one thing with the other, they're just trying to feel important and like they matter in a grand scheme. they see the world as a bunch of isolated things and people, with no connection, the justice system doesn't work, nobody is really doing their jobs and no industry, organization or system really works. trying to push a classic tale of "rich vs poor", instead of "people vs life", they see hybe as old money and creating narratives to control people. they think most people, all artists and others involved are simply dumb, and can't see they're being controlled. just flip the script, like the hanged man reversed looks kinda dumb reversed in this spread, flip it to it's right position and "damn how does he balance himself like that? is he playing with the punishment he received? how is none of his clothes falling off? that rewuires a lot of physical strength, knowledge of anatomy, physics, astronomy, wow this is an impressive ugly man" etc.

perception of people involved

the world reversed, 7 of pentacles reversed, ace of cups reversed, 9 of pentacles, the fool

literally screaming to the public "shut the fuck up!!!!!" they see how the perception is all damaged, and people are trying to use the perceived bad situation to prey on them, which is ironic since their poor vision is what lacks them see how protected these people, systems and organizations actually are. like law works 😐. nothing new under the sun, but they're definitely taking advantage of this situation to fix things that are actually broken, literally universally involved, like this spread literally screams climate change. public is really trying to not connect one thing with the other, not use logic and pretend they're the village in "it takes a village to raise a child". people are literally ignoring the fact that you need to pass the police system to be hired, get a contract, this whole thing is not about min heejin, did yall forget kpop is a public part of korean government? [politicians: "this is how we want the world to see our country", kpop industry: "yes, sir! 🫡"] did yall forget kpop is literally anti censorship and control? did yall forget how much horror, science, ancient cultures, spirituality/religion/witchcraft references they make on a DAILY? something I often say fits perfectly with this spread, "it's better to ask offensive questions than stay ignorant". public is playing detective while actual detectives are at work, chill.

what it's actually like

3 of swords, king of swords, judgement, 9 of cups, 2 of cups

this needs no explanation, it's literally what I just said. if this was a matter of pedophilia against people that are seen universally, it would have been fixed already, it's not hard to put someone in jail. all cards are connected, and yall pretend to know nothing about daily life. like when I say universally, I mean, songs play on your phone and you post things on social media through satellites, like stop playing dumb, this isn't an isolated situation, if you feel unsafe in front of this "feud", you're already screwed, fear is almost useless towards human evolution, what could actually kill us these days? this does involve science, politics, astronomy, everything kpop talks about. again, stop acting dumb. yall think aespa songs sound grainy why? they're breaking sound barriers like these people are smart as fuck

[tenpintsofsundrop]

I just watched the trailer for Saw X and I literally have tears in my eyes oh my fucking god.

I have said this before - and I know it might sound so weird to some people, but if you get it, then you fucking get it. But the Saw series, especially Saw III in particular, is the only piece of media that involves themes of 'medical horror' that has genuinely helped me get over my medical trauma and has helped me cope with my medical trauma.

Every other piece of media ever - not just horror media - from Grey's Anatomy to random thriller movies, to literally any horror movie with a medical themed environment, finds some way to trigger my medical trauma, because they paint illness in the most ableist way possible.

Hospitals are scary. Being sick is scary. And they use illness and sick people as a concept for horror without being empathetic towards them in anyway, or by magically curing their diseases in a convenient 45 minute episode (which would never happen in real life).

John Kramer is a character who flips the script on conventional ableism in medical based horror because he does something revolutionary - he showcases the horror from the perspective of the sick person.

And right from the moment I first got to see him in Saw II, giving speeches while coughing and having to ask someone else for a glass of water, tied to an IV pole (that was incorporated cleverly into the plot) - someone being the most menacing and powerful man in the room when he couldn't even stand, he instantly captured my attention as a horror villain for the ages.

Unlike Chucky, or Jason, or Freddy, or fucking Michael Myers - John is fragile. He died on screen and went through an entire detailed autopsy on screen. And yes, people are gonna make memes about how the producers are gonna squeeze the character's 'before death' era for all its worth, but I would much rather have flashback's that make sense (cough - fucking Jigsaw) rather than continually saying that the dead character 'somehow returned' just because the filmmakers want more money. Plus, they screwed themselves when they killed off the best apprentice early on instead of just handing the series over to her - as it should have been.

But anyway, my point is - John is a sick person. Having the series be from the perspective of a cancer patient is a radical act in my opinion. Everything from the symbolism of poisoning people to the fact that he is terrifying and controlling while dying in a hospital bed shifts the series from potential medical trauma to something that (personally for me) is healing when it comes to medical trauma.

So the fact that this new film is specifically about targeting a corrupt medical system (which some of the others have touched on, with having Lawrence and Lynn as trap victims and the entire insurance plot in Saw VI) - it gives me chills. I couldn't help but get genuine tears of joy while watching the trailer.

The idea that doctors will promise people happiness and healing and no delivery, steal their time and energy only for them to end up back at square one - it something I relate to so much, and I know seeing this film will be so cathartic for me. I am so excited for this that I could scream.

[fanfic-inator795]

I've talked a lot on here about my favorite characters, but what about some of my LEAST favorite characters?

Honestly, I don't have too many characters that I just hate with a burning passion or anything like that... but there are def characters that truly get under my skin. So let's have some fun and rant for a bit, shall we? Starting with least hated to most:

Sadie Miller (Steven Universe): Gonna be honest, a big reason why I dislike this character is because of her voice. No disrespect to Kate Micucci, but MAN her voice is just so grating to me personally (tbf, I feel the same way about Greg Cipes). As for the character herself, she's just incredibly whiny and annoying imo. I couldn't really relate to her frustrations with her mother, and that whole mess with her and Lars was just... yeah. Still can't really overlook the whole Stranded Island incident. Say what you will about how terrible Lars can be, but at least Lars can be funny and interesting sometimes. I just don't care for Sadie at all.

Mo Morrison (Lightyear): Laying out my biases here, I really don't like Lightyear in general, it's a very frustrating and agitating film to me personally, I could honestly rant about that movie for hours. But beyond the story/plot issues, Mo is just a very annoying character to me. They try SO hard to push him to be the comedy relief, and it just does not work. Then, when they try to push him as the team screw-up, they push too hard and just make him frustrating to watch since he literally can't do anything right and doesn't get a win until the payoff with the stupid spacesuit pen. Literally every scene with him just ends up making me go "goddamn it, Mo, why are you even here??"

Mr. Herriman (Foster's Home): As a kid who was a big fan of Frankie growing up, it shouldn't be surprising just how much I hate this rabbit. I think what really gets me is how callous and unfair he can be, with stuff like "Imposters Home for uh Make-em-up Pals", "Crime After Crime" and "Setting a President" showing him at his absolute worst. An all-around VERY frustrating and unsympathetic character to me, worse so than Bloo or any of the show's actual villains. Honestly, it makes me sad that we don't get to see more of his softer side - i.e. the life-long friendship he has with Madame Foster/the stuff that makes Madame Foster love him - as that easily could have saved his character. But for the most part, he just comes off as a huge jerk.

Stickler (The Cuphead Show): Similarly to Herriman, I think I just get incredibly annoyed with characters who put rules and procedure above everything else. What makes Stickler worse though is the voice they gave him, as while it's kinda funny in his first couple appearances, by season 3 I'm cringing just as much as Devil does whenever he pops up. They also amp up his jerkiness and pushiness in the later episodes - and while I get WHY they need to, given how distracted Devil gets, it's still a tad annoying imo.

Dr. Owen Hunt (Grey's Anatomy): Literally my least favorite character EVER. This guy... he really is just the WORST. And yes, I know there are in-universe reasons for how he acts, but when he continues being a shitty person to his wives and others, I stop caring about those reasons. He's a huge hypocrite on most things, has a 'my way is always right'/'My way or the highway' mentality, and he's just such a baby whenever he doesn't get his way or when he has to face consequences. YES, I KNOW, on Grey's pretty much everyone is a shitty person in some way because it's a dramatic medical soap opera and they need drama, but Owen really does just get under my skin the most with how stubborn and 'holier than thou' he acts a lot of the time.

...That being said, if any of my followers actually like these characters, no disrespect to you. In fact, I'd love to know WHY you like these characters, as perhaps I can get a new perspective on them.

[thatoneguy031]

Yes! I actually did it!

I finished my first drawing using a tablet! And in under 24 hours, too!

So, here's the first drawing I've made, done with a whiteboard and a red marker:

But here's the drawing I've made using Ibis Paint!

And here's the same pic, without the Champion Link outfit:

I've admittedly done a digital drawing before, but that was back when all I had was a hand-me-down phone and my own four paws. My phone got destroyed, and my first drawing along with it.

But this... This is awesome! Definitely expect me to draw more often using this thing!

...Although, I might not ditch the whiteboard thing altogether just yet.

Also, I'm redesigning Delta at some point. Don't know when, but this isn't... how I've exactly saw him. Mind you, I've only drawn him with a paper and pencil, I've never thought about a specific color scheme, but I have the main colors planned. I'm also working on protogen anatomy. If you see him look a little off later on, that's why.

(Also, I know I severely screwed up the lighting in the background, but shh, we don't talk about that.)

Any tips, tricks and critiques are appreciated! Thanks for your time.

*Also, please don't take credit for this. If you do, you're cringe.

[paperbagnotes]

I’m literally shaking

No one has ever-

My heart could stop beating

It actually fucking hurts

All mehros ex songs after he met me I just assumed were about me in some way I’m going to be real with myself.

Whore, maybe there was hope? But then bare minimum, lady parts & mannequins, ketamine, dopamine- with influence of himself always & his experiences! Believe me ik!

None of those songs are mine,

They’re not about me, for me it’s never been Coldplays fix me

They may have been influenced by my life in some way, I will make myself so tiny..

But not me- or our love -

his feelings

I know I wanted to mean too much more than I ever did

I know it is easy for him to forget me and not check

I see how easy it is not to speak to me

I have never seen or read or heard how he feels about me it’s never been specific. No I love you. He slipped once or twice on lives just like a response without thinking. But I do not even get to be addressed. I get not even an opening of my messages. That’s where we’re at.

none of my inspiration was ever an acceptance to even try and love me or accept my love it’s been his fight to tell me no

Just say fuck off?

I hate honesty

He- if I asked somebody else, do you love me, which I definitely wouldn’t, they wouldn’t exasperated say yes idk if they would say no, I know nothing

What is my problem

I don’t need anything I just know what I am

Calliope the the last muse, or some lineage

I am what dream - sleep - the sand man

Falls in love with

I want to spread my focus

I can be so selfish just living for me?

What a absolute tragedy

How am I suppose to make influential art that allows people to see though it a better understanding of treating our planet, when I cry thinking about how much I like someone who sings about somebody else..

I’m dead

I just must now learn to be happy?

Without any

Speak for the trees? Make my whole life purpose showering ppl an ease in priories?

Because everyone should have access to fresh produce, affordable living.. This world madens me! Srly

My brain lately-

I don’t think going completely off the rails because it’s an option is usually the answer, the more I sink into the swamp of sadness, I don’t blame anyone for wanting to keep me behind a screen

Mermaids aren’t beautiful like they seem

It’s not my dream, I don’t want to speak of a siren even if I’m sad, but I will only just be sad if I try to love a man who doesn’t love me, not really.

I wouldn’t choose to be a baby goat,

With a fish tail,

But I guess that’s my ancestory

And it was just shot out of the stars into a women’s body

Had I known the details, I think I could have done way more way sooner with different cards.

No one I want I think could deal with how abnormal that would be- being with me

I think I do need someone else to be themselves, someone I can love too

We can share in similarities, samesies,

I’m a rat, I don’t demand much, I’m simple.. And I’m not denied everything.. it’s too cold to live in a tree like a squirrel,

I seek warmth, when it’s not given what do I do.. I create it for myself? Out of sadness, fear & disgust?

Because happiness is too hard??

Maybe it’s warmer, I’m just afraid of freezing again

My brain remains the toy stores as a little kid, wonder emporiums, of neat things and the reminder of how large and great-

The world is,

Santa exists..

I never forget..

Yet life keeps screwing with everything

Holes ripping through all anatomy

The phrase maybe nothing will ever be how you want it to be

I’m losing my mind

Tomorrow I’ll get dressed after I shower I won’t wait until my hairs dry

I keep doing nothing

Emotionally Paralyzed

Like it’s all gotten to me

I can’t love another first

I need to be loved first

I pray someone shows me and loves me thoroughly the way I know I would always be and show up for them.

Even if it’s a best friend

I’m asking the world to give me someone I want to see constantly who can’t live without me

Thank you

And please

And FUCK I’m sorry

[letsthinkdigital]

Lecture Diary 2

So for this week, we talked about different ways people have reinvented old tech to make better and more sustainable tech.  From using VR to create 3D Models to Hydroelectric power reinventing already existing tech is one of the best ways for us to progress while also reducing and recycling products so we can use less and be better for our planet. Something we talked about was 3D printers and the filaments that are used for them now there’s no sure-fire way to deal with the the plastic issue since once you make something with a 3D printer you really can’t recycle it at all after that. But, there is a way to turn bottles marked with a 1; PET bottles (Polyethylene Terephthalate plastic bottles) into 3D printer Filament. It’s one of the best materials for 3D prints that you need to be really strong. How the process works is that you first need to find PET plastic, It’s the one that’s marked with the number one and it’s also one of the most recyclable plastics out there. Then you cut it into a strip now first you want to start with scissors but then you can put it through a special type of cutting tool that will cut the bottle for you as you simply pull it through and wind it onto a spool.

After you have it on a spool you can start pulling it through the filament machine with pliers till it is long enough to reach the larger filament spool. Then you simply attach it to the spool and let the machine run.

I really like the thought of reusing plastic since it is one of the main contributors to the pollution problem facing our world. It’s in our best interest to try and reduce the amount of plastics used and to recycle the ones currently being used. And I think this is a step in the right direction!

Also, one other thing we talked about in class that I wanna go off on before the other parts of this post, Kniterate; is a machine that you can use to make your own fabrics. I would love to use this machine and get to know its full potential.

BUT AIN’T NO WAY I AM GONNA PAY £15,999.00 FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

It’s a great product but, I am a poor college student T^T so no experimenting with fabric printers and PET bottles in the near future that’s for sure.

In other news 

We also had homework to read and take notes on an essay called “Anatomy of AI System”. I think this was an interesting read and that it was a bit eye-opening on the process of how things like Alexa’s and Google Home systems are made. I also really like that it mentioned the folk tales of the place of origin for Lithium that was pretty cool. Something else of note is that in the essay it is pointed out that we are still training AI with stereotypical actions such as men kicking and being violent and women caring for children. So it’s safe to say that AI is still pretty biased in its view of the world but that’s only because we as humans and creators have yet to teach the opposite of that. 

I think when it comes down to it my argument on AI is this, as it stands AI is a tool that we as humans can use to better not only our understanding of the world but of ourselves. We can sit there and get mad about AI all we want.

I have heard people say time and time again tirelessly that AI is going to take over creative jobs and ruin the art world. And while yes things are going to change and the art world will never be the same now that AI is around we aren’t going to lose our jobs to it. If anything AI can be used to make our jobs simpler and faster. The thing that I think of constantly is just how long it takes for me to get a reference image for a position I am trying to draw a character in. By myself with my talent, years of practice, years of studying human anatomy/forms, a four-year art degree under my belt, and the understanding of proper sketching techniques; all of this and I still at times just can’t get the pose the way I see it in my mind. So I use the other tools at my disposal, I try to mimic the pose myself, I go online for hours and try to find a reference image of a pose that is even slightly similar, and I even commission models hoping they can give me the reference that I need.  But that’s if you can commission people that’s IF they can even produce the pose you’re looking for. Sometimes you’re S.O.L. and have no other choice at your disposal. Do you know what would have helped from the very beginning? Having a reference image 

Close enough to the pose and an AI to make the person slightly in whatever direction you need to get exactly what you’re looking for. Yes AI is very good at making its OWN art and YES people are going to use it for nefarious reasons but, it will be much more useful to us if we let it progress with our art forms. I think AI is going to be a very useful thing as we continue on. I mean it’s already here after all… what other choice do we have other than complain about it?