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chromastorms · 4 months ago
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xuejun, colorized
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monstersflashlight · 4 months ago
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Commission for @lavender-constellation
A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for commissioning, means a whole lot <3 This is a part 2 of this post, and we have this other post as a continuation. This piece is a longer version of the second one with two sex-scenes. Hope y’all like it!
Request: I’d love a part two to the monster kissing booth story, upgrading to a sex booth (but like not officially if that makes sense? Like it’s still a kissing booth but in the middle of the market, fem!reader just can’t take it anymore and it becomes a sex booth) with maybe a little bit of emphasis on a tentacle monster and orc coming to the booth 👀 Just no vampires pls!
Naughty booth
Orc x fem!reader + Tentacle monster x fem!reader || tentacle sex, size difference, oral sex, cum play (lowkey), free use, double penetration, squirting
You are coming down from an orgasm when someone screams: “Dude, come on! There’s more of us waiting!” You giggle, the werewolf (who woks two booths down, at the art booth) between your legs sighs as he grabs some tissues to help clean you the best he can so the next monster can have his turn with your soft human flesh.
“Don’t be impatient, you’ll want your sweet time when you get there,” someone else retorts. The line is so long you can’t really see how many monsters are still waiting.
You are way too fucked out already. Your pussy feels stretched even though there’s only been like three monsters so far. You are in heaven, everything feels great. A succubus gave you some of her special magic, and made sure you were extra sensitive and you could fit every size of monster. You will have to find her later and thank her. Maybe even ask her on a date… But that’s something for later.
“Leave it, come on! I don’t care about your jizz, I’ll use it as lube,” a rough voice says behind you.
The werewolf leans down and pecks your lips, promising to come later with some food. You smile softly at him, and see him go as you wait on the table he set you onto. He fucked you so good you still can’t feel your legs. But the next patron doesn’t care about it.
A big orc with a grumpy face appears over you, his erection already out and making your mouth water. “Can you take an orc, little human?” He’s so big… You pray to the goddess that he’d fit inside of you, but the succubus said every size of monster would fit, and you believe her. You really should thank her later.
“Ye- yes. I can,” you tell him. You can’t move much, too tired to participate much, but eager to get fucked all over again.
You can still feel some of the werewolf cum dripping out of your pussy, but when the orc’s fingers tease your entrance, you groan all over again. He pushes some of the cum back inside, scissoring his fingers to make sure you are prepped enough for him. He sits down on a chair and grabs your body, manhandling you until you are on his lap, your body little in comparison to his big physique.
“Prove it,” he tells you holding your body with one hand and his dick with the other. You try to fit him inside, but you can’t get the correct angle. “Come here,” he says. He moves you until your pussy is right over his dick, and you start to descend. He doesn’t wait, though. He puts his big hands against your hips and lowers you completely, making you arch your back and cry out as you hear cheering behind you.
The fact that everyone is looking and enjoying themselves with the spectacle only adds a new layer of heat to your growing arousal. You can’t believe you are still horny after all the orgasms you had, but the movement of the orc inside of you is driving you to the sky once again. He fucks you like a fleshlight, moving your body up and down like a toy and making you groan and moan in a symphony of depravity.
“Come on, little human, your pussy is perfection, let me feel you flutter around my big dick.” His words should be cringy, but at that moment, you can just groan as he keeps using your body and you get closer and closer to the edge. With precision that shouldn’t be legal, he moves your hips until his dick is rubbing against your perfect spot, making you come apart instantly. “That’s it, good goddess, I love your pussy.”
He keeps going, fucking you restlessly as your body gives up and your skin gets tingly. He pinches your nipple as he comes, the combination of the amount of cum he’s shooting inside of you and the pain-pleasure sending you into another orgasm that has your eyesight blacking out for a few seconds.
You come back to a tongue between your legs and your thighs pressing the sides of the orc’s head. He’s kneeling between your legs, at some point he manhandled you into a sitting position in the chair. He hums happily against your clit. You think you can’t take anymore, but the thing the succubus gave you is potent, so a new wave of heat fills your insides as you sigh happily as the orc cleans you out with his tongue. He makes you come around his fingers and tongue one more time before the next in line starts complaining.
“Dude you made her come three times already, let some other people enjoy!” You chuckle, but it’s lost in a loud groan as the orc sucks on your clit, his tusks framing your pussy in the most amazing way.
“They can’t stop complaining, little human, I guess is time for me to go. I hope this is not a one time thing… I had fun with your pretty pussy.” He kisses said pussy one more time before saluting you with his hand and walking away, fastening his pants as he goes.
Anticipation fills your insides when the next patron appears. You see his tentacles before you see him. Fuck, you never had tentacle sex.
“Look at that, the sex-princess is all fucked out…” The tentacles around him are moving like crazy and you have to hold your breath as one slowly approaches your body. The first contact is cold and a bit slimy, but in a good way. It feels like cooling-lube over your body, and it’s so good you groan. “Yes, like that… You love a good tentacle, don’t you, sex-princess?” You want to answer him, but he waits no longer to latch two suckers to your nipples, making you scream as the next in line laughs.
“Don’t tease her too much, I want her to still be there when my turn comes around,” she says. You can’t see which kind of monster she is, but you silently agree with her. There’s still a lot of monsters that want to try your soft human flesh.
“Okay… Okay.” The tentacle monster’s voice is reluctant, but he moves his tentacles around your body, positioning you spread over the table again.
You lay there, looking at the ceiling as you feel more tentacles join the fun. The two on your nipples start sucking harder, enticing more groans out of your mouth. Another tentacle finds your pussy and goes in without preamble. You cry out again and the crowd cheers. You think he’s going to fuck you like everyone else did, but instead, he latches another sucker inside of you, right over your G-spot. You scream at the feeling. Too good, too much.
You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as he adds another sucker to your clit, making you see stars. The combination of sensations is so good you feel something inside of you building. Something unknown, like you are going to break if he keeps going like that. When you think you can’t take anymore, he adds another tentacle to your pussy, stretching you impossibly wide as he starts fucking you with the second one.
The combination of suckers and fucking is too much and you feel something explode inside of you, a gush of liquid leaving your body and making him gasp in surprise.
“Did she just squirt?” Some monster asks, amazement filling their voice.
“Yes, she did.” The tentacle monster looks so smug you feel a bit embarrassed, but too fucked to complain. He keeps going, making you come two more times around his tentacles. “Good job, sex-princess, you did great.” He tells you before disappearing.
The next monster is already waiting, strap on and a big smile on her face.
It’s going to be a long day… and you are going to enjoy every single second of it.
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rederiswrites · 9 months ago
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For the last week or so, I have been quietly but terribly angry about something. And on the whole I think that when you're actively angry it's better to just let things ferment a while in quiet, but here I am.
It started with just a slow drip of things. Country artists being ignored by city art shows. A video recapping and adding to what I already know about how huge corporations created a new serfdom for farmers by monopolizing meat packing, distribution, commodities markets, squeezing farmer's profit margins until many of them go bankrupt, give up, sell to developers--commit suicide. Ah yes. Did you know that farmers and agricultural workers commit suicide at a very high rate? This statistic holds in the US, UK, India, Australia... Then add story after story about Israeli troops and settlers destroying olive trees. Did you know that it takes three years to get the first handful of olives from a tree? That olive trees can live for 500 years?
Did you know that Putin is taking a disproportionate number of his troops from the Siberian country to fight in Ukraine? That way he weakens an ethnic minority while at the same time hiding the full cost of his war from his more important constituents in the western cities.
And then about halfway through a video about the Holodomor, the Killing By Starvation, when Stalin deliberately made Ukrainian peasants take the very worst of the famine created by collectivization, while giving their grain to people in the cities, I realized that I was fucking furious.
Not just about the individual atrocities, all of which deserve my rage of course. No, I was just.... So, so fucking tired of rural people being the invisible dumping grounds of "progress" that has forgotten how life is created and sustained.
That's it. No suggestions, nothing productive, no reason or measure. I'm just angry.
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fawnforgold · 4 months ago
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| Best Friends |
Pairing: Zhezhi x Gn!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Pre-release Zhezhi, Fluff, Implied Friends to Lovers, Reader is implied to have long hair, Zhezhi is very shy, Gender Neutral Reader, 850 ish words.
Summary:  Zhezhi offers to paint you at her favorite hiding place.
A/n: This is my first time writing for Zhezhi and wuwa as a whole so please be nice to me. Just wanted to write something cute for Zhezhi since she captured my attention when i first saw her drip marketing.
Tags: @auphelia @savvydabbydoo
It was about noon when your dear friend Zhezhi invited you over to her favorite spot for lunch. She’d promised to feed you something warm in exchange for you being the model for her next painting. Of course, you would never say no to her. So, you smiled and nodded, grabbing her hand in yours as you asked her what was so special about this particular spot of hers, which she made sure to tell you all about on the way to. 
The cool and gentle breeze spun through your hair, causing strands of your hair to glimmer in the sunlight. Your eyes caught Zhezhe’s in the midst of her focus. Her mouth fell open slightly as her eyes seemed to sparkle with something familiar. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle as she hid her blushing face behind her easel. She always did look incredibly cute in a moment of pure focus. 
“Are you always this focused, Zhezhi?” You teased. 
“N-No. I mean, yes, but I wouldn’t say I’m that focused.” She stammered. 
Zhezhi had tried to remain calm and collected as she painted some of her favorite parts of you. For example, your lips, which always seemed to appear so perfectly kissable no matter how much she tried denying it. Too many times she’d wondered how they’d feel pressed gently against hers. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to steady her hand that shook. She couldn’t afford to think of such things at a time like that. She needed to concentrate. 
Focus, Zhezhi. Focus.  
If it weren’t for the reassurance of how she was nearly done with her painting, she probably would’ve never gained back that focus. The final part was supposed to be the easiest one! Adding the smaller details and highlights should’ve been no stress at all, but with your bright eyes gazing back at her how could she possibly remain calm? 
Eventually she mustered enough courage to finish the rest of her painting. Zhezhi studied her art for a few more moments before showing it to you. Admittedly she didn’t want to show you in the first place but you were very persuasive. 
“Come on, Zhezhi, let me see.” You pleaded, getting up from your stool to lean over her shoulder to take a good look at what she’d created.
“Oh.” You remarked. 
Immediately Zhezhi felt something fall into the pit of her stomach. She’d worried this would be your reaction. 
“I-I know. It’s.. not the best.” Zhezhi was completely ashamed of herself.
You shook your head frantically. “No, not at all! It’s rather beautiful actually.” You paused to gaze at the art a little longer. “You’re very skilled, Zhezhi.” You spoke softly, still not able to pry your eyes from the painting of you. 
It was at that moment that Zhezhi felt something warm bloom across her face. She’d hoped she’d not become so flustered all over again, but she just couldn’t help it when your face was filled with adoration at the sight of her artwork. You hadn’t just liked the painting, you loved it. Truthfully, you couldn’t even pick only one aspect of the painting that you loved the most, because you adored everything about it. 
You let out a quiet sigh and smiled. No one had ever drawn, much less painted you so beautifully before. Was this how your friend truly saw you? Did the vibrant colors reflect your  bright personality? You hoped in due time that the secrets of that painting would reveal itself to you. 
“You can have it if you’d like.” Zhezhi spoke with a smile.
Immediately you tried to deny her request, explaining that you wouldn’t have anything in return to give to her, but she insisted.
“I want you to have it.” Her eyes were full of familiarity once again. 
You nodded. “If you say so.” You hummed to yourself as you were deep in thought. “In fact..” You held the canvas and tilted it back to get a better look at it. “..It would be perfect to hang in my living room. Don’t you agree?” 
Zhezhi nodded, that same bashful look caressing her cheeks. “Let me help you bring it home.” She offered. 
You smiled in response and helped Zhezhi gather her things so as to make the trip back to Jinzhou.
 As the two of you made your way back you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter than before, like you were stepping on a stairway of clouds. You weren’t so sure you knew the feeling you were experiencing, regardless of how nostalgic it felt, but it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in it a tad bit longer. So, grabbing Zhezhi’s hand again you gave her a big smile before rushing the both of you towards that city where you both met. If all days felt as airy and light as that day, then you were sure you had not a single thing to worry about. As long as you had Zhezhi’s hand in yours all would be alright.
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jtl-fics · 1 year ago
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Coffee shop au + FF
We’ve discussed him as a customer but what’s he like as an employee?
Fluent Freshman AU | Unusual Fic Asks - Closed
FF spent his college years at Palmetto State University tormented by baristas who must have hated him to his very core because in the 5 years of his degree they never once got his order right.
So, FF opened Secret Ingredient with the intention of getting people's orders CORRECT. FF kept any number of alternative sweeteners, dairy alternatives, and whatever else he needed so he could hand off every drink with a clear conscience.
He mastered the art of different coffees and his grandmother's recipes even if he would never have the full flavor profile since he lacked the secret ingredient of a Grandmother's love.
FF was living a good life. He was making good money and his passion for foreign languages had never died he had, with this coffee shop in mind, changed his degree to business management. If nothing else his foreign language skills made him a hit with the international students.
He just never expected his ability to cater to anyone would result in his little shop becoming the campus darling. His days started early and ran late but it was nice to have so many students come to his coffee shop.
His pastries almost never lasted beyond noon but when he spoke with one of his favorite customers, a marketing student by the name of Nicky, he waved him off the idea of making more.
"Supply and Demand. Keep them wanting more." Nicky said even as FF always kept Nicky's usual chocolate croissant order behind the counter so he could get it after his Exy practice. Nicky was older than the standard student but the two of them had become fast friends.
Such good friends that FF didn't bat an eye when he got a long text from Nicky as he was getting everything set upright at the start of the day requesting a whole slew of orders including one of the most complicated sugary drinks that he had ever seen. Nicky had sent along 20 'pls' and begging emojis afterwards and FF was powerless to do anything but say yes.
He started the drip brew for the one Red Eye and then got to the pour over for the Americano and the straight black. He made Nicky's traditional Mocha with the little bittersweet chocolate chips that he knew Nicky adored. Then he got started on a drink that would take his sizeable working knowledge to put together.
It took 5 minutes to craft the monstrosity and the baked goods that Nicky had requested were done just as he saw his friend rushing up to the closed door. He walked over and let Nicky in even if it was an hour before the official shop opening. "We got drunk in the dorm last night and I broke the coffee machine. My cousin was going to actually crazy murder me if I couldn't get them all their coffees. You are a literal life saver Smithy!" Nicky exclaims and kisses him wetly on the cheek and FF could still smell the alcohol on him.
"Glad to help." he says because he is, "celebrating that great win last night?" he asks.
Nicky nods, "That we were! I'll stop by later to chat more but I gotta get these to their owners before Andrew puts a hit out on me." he says rushing away.
FF continued to get himself ready for the day. Saturdays were actually one of her slower days since there were less people on the campus and it didn't draw people out the way Sunday did with 'I need to do my homework for Monday' energy.
He opened the shop and enjoyed his slow and easy morning with regulars and new faces.
His peaceful morning came to an end when the star goalie of Palmetto State's Exy team came in holding the plastic cup he had given to Nicky nearly three hours prior. "You made this?" he asks holding up the cup as he pushed past a regular who was trying decide if they wanted a Flat White or a Café Au Lait.
FF takes a deep breath.
"Yes that was me. Was there a problem?" he asks.
"Make it again." Nicky's cousin says.
So there was a problem with it. He opens his mouth to ask what the issue was but Nicky's cousin's face made it clear that he was not accepting any questions at this time.
So with shaking hands he remade Nicky's cousin's drink. Quadruple checking that everything was in there this time but it felt the exact same as last time.
He handed the man his drink as the other regular was now contemplating that maybe she wanted a Machiato instead, seemingly unaware of her proximity to danger.
Nicky's cousin put the cost of the drink on the counter and was gone before FF could ask about the drink. He felt his heart hammering in his chest wondering what he had messed up and hoping that Nicky's cousin didn't come back even angrier.
"I know this is a big ask but," the customer who had been contemplating which combination of coffee / espresso with steamed milk she wanted leaned in, "Any chance you have whiskey back there? I'm kind of feeling like a good Irish coffee." she says with a mischievous wink.
Oh he had alcohol back here, he lived above his coffee shop but he would be needing all of it for himself.
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Sunday, you are a beautiful, tragic man. I love him so much. His drip marketing came out supposedly and I'm praying that I see that express ticket. Mind you I have barely started the Penacony quest series, but I have been spoiled for some of it. I also know from official arts and what not, a base story for Sunday and Robin. In my opinion, I would prefer if Sunday was not a Stellaron hunter. Yes, it would be cool to see him interact with such characters but imagine him trapped in this thought of revenge and order. That's what putting him into the Stellaron hunters would do. With the Express, he can explore and have time to actually figure out who he is and not be tied down by a certain objective or sense of revenge. Joining the Express could be freeing to him, which is something I think he needs dearly. Sunday is honestly one of my favorite Honkai Star Rail characters, truly. Please Hoyoverse, let him join the express.
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cappiecarp · 2 years ago
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more drip marketing as i have no new art to post. think of this like I'm an artist about to release an album but making prerelease singles comprised solely of remixes of my old songs. yes it is lazy but eat it up because i dont have anything else to give u
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sashi-ya · 2 years ago
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𝑥𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡; 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡. 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⋆˙⊹ aizen sosuke x f! reader. nsfw
request: @stygianoir asked: Hi fir your event plz Lonely no more plz with aizen x female reader Forgot to add nsfw plz |tw: nsfw. oral. masturbation. praise kink. unprotected sex. slapping. hair pulling. kinda sub! reader, master! aizen. | wc: 2.9k | masterlist | taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @stygianoir @alexkanroji
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Sitting on a lounge chair, Sir Aizen relaxes. A different new years eve, a lonely man that decided for the first time in ages to take vacations. You, his secretary, for the first time also has travelled with him.
Ahead of your imagination is the villa where you two are staying, an amazing sunset reflects on an endless sea and a beach of white sands. The soft gurgle of the infinity pool at his feet fills the ambience despite the intrusion of some seagulls dancing in the sky.
The tea is almost ready, and the subtle hints of peach on it relaxes you. But it is certainly not enough… you have never been this alone with Sosuke.
“Sir Aizen, your tea is ready” you mumble, pulling him out of his phone where he keeps checking the stock market like the good addict to work he is.
“Thank you, (Name)” he says, with that classic attitude but with eyes as sharp as a devil. While you softly bend forward to leave the cup on the tiny table next to him, he fixes his square glasses to take a precise look at you.
The sun, which rays are almost hiding, shines its light through the fine white clothes of your dress. You notice his eyes’ persistence that’s stealthy and yet screams hunger, scanning the subtle transparency around your breasts.
“Why don’t you sit with me, (Name)? we aren’t here for working; we are here for resting” he suggests, but it’s more like an order. An order you cannot deny.
You quickly straighten your back, noticing his lustful look has made you as flustered as horny… and as your eyes scan the place, you notice no chair next to his.
“Oh… uh… I will bring a cha-“ you try to tell him, but his soft touch on your arm stops you from talking. He smiles, the way he only can, so noble like but hiding treacherous intentions behind.
“A chair? Sit here, please…” he commands, pulling you slowly towards his legs. You accede widening your eyes, but ultimately your back ends up pressed against his tight exposed abs in between his open shirt.
The fine linen of his clothes grazes your arm, making your back muscles even more tight. And as observant as he is, Aizen notices it. “Why are you that nervous, (Name)? Is not that we don’t know each other. You’ve been working for me for so long, taking care of me and being so loyal to me…” your boss whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You swallow; yes, it’s true that you have been next to him since practically forever but… you have never dared to even touch him, and now, you are sitting on his lap.
“Let’s enjoy the last sunset of the year, shall we” he says, almost as if he was forbidding you to speak. In any case your eyes tell how hungry you are for him, a handsome, intelligent, rich CEO.
He proceeds to sip a little bit of his peach tea, realizing how your eyes fix on his lips get slightly wet from the hot beverage. “Fancy some, (Name)?” he asks, slowly blinking, giving you that sweet smirk that hypnotizes you.
You nod, you know exactly what he wants from you and it is to be completely silent and willing to his orders and desires.
“Good… be a good girl and open your mouth for me” he commands, lifting your chin as you obey. The tea isn’t as hot as before, and the sweet drops touch your tongue while he pours it with utmost care and slowly, so slowly. The image of your lips separated, and the way some of the tea drips from the commissure of your lips and from your chin to your neck is to Aizen what art is to artists… you, his greatest creation throughout all these years, is finally making her debut in his arms.
He lets the cup aside, but never takes his index from under your chin. He wants your neck to be stretched as much as possible… he wants to carve his fangs on your flesh, like the embodiment of a beast so thirsty for your blood.
And he does, always so slow and tinted in fake control. The tip of his tongue traces a path from your trachea to your mandible, tasting the sugar and fruity flavour of the perfectly brewed tea. It makes you shiver, and those bumps on your skin replicate all over your anatomy. The muscles of your lower belly spasm, an oppressive sensation grows stronger on your core, and you are sure every part of your body is now willingly waiting for Aizen to use it.
“You want me to go further, (Name)?” he asks, as if it was needed and surely after making you so confused and needy for him.
“Y- yes, Aizen-sama” you barely mumble, even if a simple nod would have done the job either way. He scoffs, pressing you against his abs a lot more than before. His hand on your belly makes you squirm; every touch from him feels like as if it was crushing your lungs, your whole entirety.
Aizen’s thumb places on your lips, so delicately playing with them, grazing his fingertip with your upper teeth, enjoying the warmth of your breath on his palm. You aren’t sure whether you should close your eyes or not, but not even the sunset ahead could match the beauty of his lustful stare.
Gently, and with no hurries he slides the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders. Exposed flesh that he first admires under the orange light and then kisses. And while he does, he recites like a poet the things that he loves about you the most… “It’s not proper, not really my style… but, nobody attracts me more than you, (Name)… you are always so willingly for me, you are always so disposed to me… you make me lonely, no more”
“It’s because I admire you, Aizen-sama” you tell him, unsure of telling the truth but so alleviated already.
“Why do you admire me, (Name)-san? A dark sun like me couldn’t be the reason why you smile so often…” he perhaps suggests second intentions, a dark and twisted ground coming from you. While, there is no other reason but the need of kneeling in front of him that hits you every time you see his face, every time you fix his tie, the blind trust in him… knowing too well he never, ever asked you to trust him either way.
You slowly turn around, just enough for your lips to become as close as possible to his. Your eyes fixed in his chocolate ones, your hand daring to lovingly graze his cheek. “I admire you, and there is no reason why… you are like a God to me, Sir Aizen. I want to submit to you and your power. You are my only master”
A smile that you have rarely seen on his face, a real one, invades his countenance. “Am I, (Name)? Show me how much of a God I am to you, my sweet loyal girl” he exclaims with his lips grazing yours as he speaks.
And surely, you obey. There is nothing you want more than to show that to him.
He helps you turn around. Facing him finally, you skilfully allow the nude shirt to slide down his shoulders and arms and then fall into the ground. His skin, that’s usually pale, radiates a pinkish tint as he has been under the sun for a long time. The scent of his perfume, so expensive and refined… everything feels so inviting, so enticing.
Aizen grabs your hands and place them on his chest. It makes you gasp, but the warmth of his skin on your palms is all you ever wanted to feel. “See… I am no God, I am as tangible as you are” he murmurs, tightly gripping onto your wrists. And, you know exactly that you shouldn’t let him fool you with this sudden showing of weakness, he even telling you such thing, is asserting his dominance over you. He decides which parts of his body you touch, he decides when and how to move your hands.
“Aizen-sama, your skin… even if I you allow me to touch you, it feels like a blessing to do so” you praise him, sure there is nothing he enjoys the most. And you aren’t wrong, as his smirk grows bigger the more you eulogize him.
He suddenly lets go of your hands, taking his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to his chest now. His lips crush against yours in pure overwhelming violence, taking your breath away with a violating tongue that’s needy and so irreverent.
Sosuke lifts his legs just enough for you to slide and your hips to finally reach the mere centre of his crotch. The hardness of his sex growing stronger, almost feeling how pulsating and erect it is through the lose fit of his bamboula pants.
“Your lips taste as sweet as I imagined…” he confesses, muzzled by your own lips against his. His hand crawls from the small of your back to your nape. Aizen grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and then your whole body while his free hand rips your silky dress off your skin. “I’m getting impatient of these fabrics covering your body, I’ve waited enough to have a taste of you… don’t you think, (Name)?” he grunts, biting his lip when your breasts pop into his vision.
Desperately nuzzling into your chest, inhaling all your perfume, all your soul even. He leaves kisses, bites in your flesh. Your nipples getting pulled, his sharp nibbles on them and your moans that now are definitely louder than the crushing waves and the sound of the pool.
“That’s it… moan for me, I wanna hear you” he exclaims, so proud of your squirming motions and the way your hips buck up in search for his hardness.
Aizen also lifts his hips, just enough to give you exactly what you want; the subtle encounter of your cores covered by what now become wet clothes.
“What you want, (Name)? you want me to fuck you?” he urges you to answer, while biting your left nipple.
“Ye- yes, Aizen-sama… please”  you plead, absolutely submitted to his fingers now playing over your dampened panties.
He enjoys how swollen your folds feel, while his playful index opens its way in between the fine lace of your thong to your insides. He drags your wetness out and into your inner thigh; a trail that shines with the last minutes of sunlight.
“Let me taste you first” he says, taking his finger to his mouth. With class he licks it up, enjoying the salty flavour of your arousal. And, as if it was a good wine he approves it. He wants to be served like the sweet and sour merlot he drank some hours ago. “Please, (Name)… stand up and walk towards the railing of the pool, turn around and bend over it” he orders, while helps you stand up with his hand.
You blink repeatedly… but comply. Walking a little lightheaded from how horny he has left you, you finally reach the place. As the pool is an infinity type one and the private villa is up in a hill you realized you have to be extra careful while staying there… but it wouldn’t be Aizen if anything he does puts the rest in danger, in the dichotomy of risking it all for him.
As you bend over the crystal, you just hope for the people at the beach not to see your nudity and much less the lewd activities both are practicing. You feel his steps behind you, and soon his whole body pressed against you. His hands around your waist, his hardness feeling welcomed in between your asscheeks.
“How could you be so perfect? You have bloomed in such a beautiful flower, dear (Name)… now spread your legs for me” he whispers, while dancing softly pressed with your body.
You gasp, and swallow. No time to spread your legs on your own, because him is already forcing you to do so with his hand. Hand that dives into your sex, searching first for your clit and using his thumb to penetrate you at the same time.
You lift your ass up, you want more and he knows it. You make him laugh so sexily, so full of himself. “More my master…” you beg, praying for more of himself.
“More? Aren’t you a little eager, my sweet one?” he says, pulling from your hair back, obliging you to let go of the glass surface. Your back curled enough for you to see him from the side, smirking at how miserable his sexual games are making you.
“I’m the one who gives you the orders here, you know?” he states, taking his hand off your cunt and taking it to your face. A soft slap, as he if he was punishing for thinking you had the right to ask for more, hits your cheek. “Turn around, come on”
He pulls you enough for you to be now facing him and into the ground kneeling. The sound of your knees hitting the ground reverberates in that paradisiac place. Even if for you paradise it’s what about to happen.
You look up to his veiny hand loosing the cords that tight his lose pants. His manhood becomes a reality right in front of you, freed, being held by the still dampened in your fluids hand of his. You can’t help but bite your lip; the V forming at the end of his lower belly, converging in his hard, drippy, long shaft makes you hungry, feral.
“I see you like this, little kitty… go ahead, feast on it!” he exclaims, bringing your face closer to his tip by your chin.
You immediately open your mouth and with a sticked tongue out you receive him inside. It tastes particularly delicious, like everything he is. Salty and yet a little citric too, his precum is an amazing treat you never knew you wanted to have.
It forms strings with your tongue before you could devour his dick entirely, and as you do Aizen grunts manly enough to make your hand get to your sex. You need relief, and he doesn’t scold you for such action. Instead, Aizen pets your head looking down at you as if you were a mere creature driven by the lowest impulses… losing your humanity to become a being with only one a life mission; pleasure him.
“Sweet little one, you can’t even resist touching yourself… go ahead, make sure to make a big puddle on the floor when you finish” he scoffs, now thrusting into your throat, pleasuring himself and enjoying your teary eyes as he goes deeper and harder.
Just when you have moaned and gagged enough, it’s when he takes his dick off your mouth. It drips and it’s so ready to come… but Aizen wouldn’t waste a single drop if it’s not inside the right places… and surely for him, it isn’t in your mouth.
“Stand up, come on here” he orders, pulling you up with the delicacy -yet dominance- you are used to. You obey, panting as oxygen meets your lungs for the first time in a long time.
You try to wipe your mouth, but he does it for you. “Allow me, such a beautiful face looks amazing covered in tears but I’m sure it’s not comfortable for you… let’s go, I wanna fuck you properly”
You follow him into the bed that’s been arranged so that it faces the scenery, only protected by a roof and some curtains on each side. It was requested by him to be in full contact with nature. And your feral sides, of course.
He pushes you into the bed, crawling in between your legs. He kneels right in front of you, with his hands resting on your knees. Aizen takes his glasses off, brushing his hair back allowing only one strand of hair to fall over his rather sweaty forehead. His body, sweaty as well, reacts immediately at your bewitched eyes… you can’t believe he is right there, on top of you about to use your body for his own enjoyment… and yours, of course.
“Now, that I know you see me like your master… will you be mine forever?” he asks, surprising you while guiding his sex into yours.
“Yes, Ai- Aizen-sama… I promise you won’t be lonely, no more…” “Good girl… now spread wider for me…” he orders, burying himself inside you, making you arch your back and mewl in pure pleasure. It feels as if he was made for you, it fits and it touches the perfect spots.
His arms’ muscles become tight on each side of your head as he pumps in and out of you, he does not only go in and out, but also up and down hitting the right spot for you. His face is the work of art of angels every time he throws his head back while grunting.
And you want this to last forever, no matter how many orgasms you may reach or you have reached… “Keep using my body, master Aizen… I want you to use my body” you whine, desperate for more, for heaven.
“Use you? I can’t use you anymore… come for me, it’s all I want…” he moans, close to finishing. “Yes… my God…”
After all, he is a God. Yes. But his name is also the God of love… He is your love. And you have just become his Goddess…
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daysincomplete · 5 months ago
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I don't even go here much anymore but I need somewhere to throw my thoughts re: Emilie (Genshin Impact)
Yes, a lot of people have been upset or disappointed that she looks less interesting mostly in comparison to the many leaked concept arts of her, and I've definitely seen a couple colour/other edits on her which looked amazing. For me, the hair colour throws me off a bit and I have some Choice Words about her top but the green of her dress is such a deeply satisfying shade of green that reminds me of velvet, and I enjoy how her outfit, alongside Neuvilette's description and other people's voicelines, paint what feels to be a deliberately curated picture of her.
While we can't know for sure what decisions were involved that resulted in them settling on the current official design, the perception on her is so unnecessarily dampened because of that potential "what could have been" that we weren't meant to see in the first place. If anything, looking at the variety of concept arts leaked, it's at least reassuring that the artists have that skill and freedom to depict a character in so many creative ways.
honestly I'm more interested in seeing how Emilie is as a character - most of other character's voicelines about her are in regards to her business than of her (with the exception of Chevreuse) and she's a "forensic cleaner"? ESPECIALLY since she's probably going to be involved with the Burning Artifact set???There are a lot more layers here I really wish to see more people explore here instead of, well, everything else going on. I'm sitting here imagining situations involving Emilie, Chiori and Chevreuse potentially on a case, or interactions between her and Lisa/Sucrose/Albedo as a chemist (and god forbid what happens when she's put together near the Pyro Folk)
I don't know if I'll pull for her (if I do, it'll be predominantly based on her kit) but I like seeing how artists depict a character once their design is drip marketed on Twitter and it's a bit annoying seeing that the media tab there is just predominantly people talking about the concept art instead
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rosethornewrites · 1 month ago
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T & G reading since 10/1
Finished
Teen:
Want a duck?, by weiyus
In his excitement to ask Lan Zhan ‘want a duck?’, he had typed so fast he ended up typing ‘wanta duck?’ which then autocorrected to ‘wanna fuck?’. He accidentally asked Lan Zhan for sex. Not only did he accidentally ask Lan Zhan for sex, Lan Zhan said yes. In which autocorrect changes an innocent question into something no-so innocent.
Spelling errors and Autocorrect, by weiyus (2nd in a series)
Because of course Wei Ying probably sent the text without checking the spelling, and autocorrect sent out a text with an entirely different meaning than what Wei Ying meant. Because now it was obvious that Wei Ying didn’t mean ‘wanna fuck?’, he probably meant something along the lines of ‘want a duck?’ but the meaning got lost in all the spelling errors and autocorrect. This is Lan Zhan's pov to "Want a Duck?"!
probably in our past life and in our next lives, by neozeka
Day 1 - Emotional Reunion
Will you remember me in our next life?
How could I not?
Wei Ying sees a familiar face at an art gallery
when the gentians bloom again, by Yuisaki
“You’ll get cold.”
That’s okay, Lan Zhan thinks.
“It’ll be dark. You hate the dark, A-Zhan.”
Not if A-Niang opens the doors and floods the path with the light inside. Not if A-Niang lets him in.
Outside the gentian house, a small rabbit waits for the doors to open.
General:
It Has Always Been You, by GusuBunnie
After a few minutes Wei Ying pulls apart. With red orbs he demands, “If I tell you to choose between him and me, who will you choose?” “There is no need for choosing,” Lan Zhan answers in a low tone, “There is no past lover, no one else who has my heart. Only you, it has always been you, Wei Ying.” Inching closer, he places Wei Ying’s open palm against his beating heart. “My heart has always been yours.” “Don’t lie to me! It belongs to him!” Or During the month of which the grand celestial wedding is to be held, High Immortal Wei Wuxian finds out that his betrothed, the Crown Prince Lan Wangji, already has someone else he loves.
Gift, by Quiet_crash
It wasn't often that he did so but on certain occasions Wei Wuxian found himself thinking of Mo Xuanyu.
spiderless, by @ronniexian
This is how Wei Ying meets his hot new neighbor.
Suddenly I Was Home, by Ashura
Meditation fails him. He tries to sit in stillness and calm the wild tempest of emotion battering at his mind, but none of his usual techniques help him. Perhaps this is a kind of meditation now — to sit in quiet wonder and watch Wei Ying asleep. If his breath eases and his heartbeat slows, it is because the longer he remains, the less likely it becomes that Wei Ying will disappear.
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After bringing him back to Cloud Recesses, Lan Wangji watches Wei Ying sleep and attempts to deal with the feelings brought on by seeing the love of his life alive again.
I Wanted to Ask You Out, But You Beet Me To It, by katje (🔒)
If anybody asked, the real reason Wei Ying left the corporate machine was that he was taking over his grandmother’s old farm because she was getting too old to care for it. Which was not untrue, but definitely less relevant to his quick departure than being unable to stand the thought of teaching Jerry from HR how to convert a Word doc to a PDF one more fucking time.
OR
It is Wei Ying's first weekend running a stand at the local farmer's market, and he meets the man (and bunnies) of his dreams.
Forehead Kisses, by gusucloudbunny (dykebytrade)
I had a vision of little A-Yuan up on Wei Wuxian's shoulders giving Lan Wangji a forehead kiss and then proceeded to write this on my phone while I was at work 🤷
what price is duty, what cost is love, by thunderwear (6 chapters)
The Patriarch had joked about putting him in a veil, but Lan Wangji refused outright, the only piece of autonomy he’d demanded for the whole thing. Being covered like that, trapped, would have made him panic. He might have let tears drip down his cheeks if he hadn’t had to worry about anyone seeing his face.
As Lan Wangji bowed, he thought of his mother, and he almost wept anyway.
In an effort to keep the Yiling Patriarch from destroying their own sects like he’d destroyed Wen Ruohan’s, the Great Sects band together an offer him an alliance in the form of a marriage.
Who better to offer than the Second Jade of Lan?
A pleasant surprise, by DamieMontclair
Day 23: Family (Children/Babies) – Lan Xichen and A-Yuan
Lan Xichen had not expected his brothers… excursion… to end with him bringing back a child and then promptly passing out.
Unfinished
Teen:
Pure Imagination, by Witch_Nova221
Close your eyes... Make a wish... Count to three. When his son's beloved toy is damaged in an accident, Lan Wangji finds himself engaging the services of an eccentric toy maker by the name of Wei Wuxian. Whilst his skill at his craft is undeniable, his outlandish tales are hard to believe. Jaded by time and the pressure of raising a son whilst caring for his ailing mother, Lan Wangji struggles to step into the magical world that Wei Wuxian weaves for all he meets. Why does the toy shop stand amidst a street forgotten by time? And why can Wei Wuxian never venture far from his home without someone there to turn a key in the music box bearing his own figurine?
so i cut the shackles and changed my name, by MichelleFeather
“A-Ying, should anything happen, should you be separated from us or find yourself in need of help, find Lan Qiren in Cloud Recesses. No matter what’s happened, he will keep you safe. He has sworn to me his home will always be open to you, no matter what.”
Following the advice of his late mother, Wei Ying runs away from Lotus Pier, knowing that if he were to stay, he would likely die at the hands of Madam Yu.
And, he finds, the Lan Clan is the place where he was always supposed to be.
General:
An Unforseen Shift, by Remma3760
Wei Wuxian found a resentful sword deep in the bowels of a famed beast. He took it. That turned out to be fortunate since, it would seem, the sword had more than one purpose. That sword was the key to their escape from certain death trapped in the cave of the Slaughter Xuanwu.
The Unintended, by Indelible_Faith (TheWaterGoddess), Thedivinewriter_20
Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang have a perfect plan. Get Lan Wangji to confess how much Wei Wuxian annoys him out loud. And Jin Zixuan to confess his ill-treatment of Jiang Yanli in a similar manner.
Perhaps “confess” was the wrong word used here… because this is not turning out how they imagined it, at all!
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devvinn1ie · 6 months ago
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Avgust lore drop + some Avgust art
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First half! The Kao Revstar piece really like rewired my art cuz now I just draw like this now. That's it. Avgust's piece is the second attempt at this style; it's basically what I did with Kao but with Avgust instead. It eats tho. I don't tend to draw my genshin ocs outside of drip marketing posts, so it's cool to have like an example of what they'd look like in my usual style.
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Anyways lore time! Avgust's lore is kinda of crazy, probably the second/third most lore-filled genshin oc. For the most part, a lot of my ocs just kinda vibe, but Avgust, Yohei, and Felix have crazy lore
so you guys know the movie Misery? Avgust's backstory is basically the plot
Here are some points from the genshin oc Google doc I made on his backstory since 1.) I cant write for shit and 2.) The bullet points themselves don't seem to make sense but ill try my best
anyways ye:
Avgust was born as a normal child to a very normal family! He lived with his mother and father
Family drama! His father was initially supposed to marry his aunt but ended up with his mother instead. Enraged by this, his aunt kinda just plans to kill them all and actually does carry this plan out (kinda like the "if I can't have him, then no one can" mindset yk)
so now, Mom and Dad are dead. Avgust is about to be killed off too. But then he isn't since he "resembles his dad"
From there, he is "taken to live with his aunt", but more like she just throws him in the basement and hides him from the rest of the world (so ig kidnapped).
His family's murder case yk revealed to the public, with the whole family being presumed dead. The dead bodies of his parents were found, but Avgust's never was (but was still presumed dead).
So Avgust is like 7 years old when this whole debacle is happening. And since he's a kid, he kinda has no idea what's actually going on . He's being told that his parents are going on vacation for a while, so they left Avgust to stay with his aunt until they come back. Initially, he believes all of this and assumes his parents are gonna come back soon, but years go by and he eventually catches on.
Growing up, Avgust was incredibly sheltered. He was never allowed to go outside, with basic necessities handed to him. To prevent him from venturing beyond the house, his legs were essentially fucked up to the point where they were permanently weakened. If Avgust were to misbehave, he would be "punished" (beaten, broken bones, etc etc)
As mentioned before, he eventually catches on to what actually going on. He learns that his parents are dead and have been dead for years. He tries to escape multiple times but is never really successful
The one successful escape (age 14): One day he finally snaps and tries to escape, but gets into a fight with her (like "physically beating the shit outta each other" kinda fight). this fight is kinda crazy. AVGUST GETS HIS LEFT EYE GOUGED OUT and also other major injuries. Mid-fight, a cryo vision appears, Aunt thinks its for her but it doesn't work. Avgust takes vision, and uses it to finally kill her (impales her with ice)
Using whatever strength he has left, he drags himself out of the house and tries to look for help. But then he just passes out in the snow.
A lady finds him and brings him to the closest orphanage
He stays at orphanage for a year (15) before deciding to leave (“aight bye guys”)
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Avgust is so silly guys (he is severely traumatized)
GUYS, THAT TOOK LIKE A WHOLE CLASS TO WRITE OUT WTH.
anyways bye guys
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iwantwater · 2 years ago
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Xingyun and Xiaoven parallels (really cracked)
Ok so I've been thinking recently about my two absolute favourite ships (you don't have to agree with my opinion :D) and I've started to realise they have some (many) things in common.
In this post I'll be drawing similarities between the individuals of the ship (for example similarities between Venti and Xingqiu and similarities between Xiao and Chongyun as individuals. I will also be drawing similarities in the relationships (traits that show up in both Xingyun and Xiaoven)
P.s If I've left anything out please comment it!
P.s.s This is really fucking dumb please don't take this seriously haha
1.Design (outfit+kit) parallels
These parallels are more fun observations than traits I'd genuinely argue
Kit
1.1 Someone who is TYPICALLY a dps x someone who is TYPICALLY a support
As for the most part Xiao and Chongyun's kits (cons, scaling, their lower ability to deal dmg off field) cater to their DPS output while Xingqiu and Venti's kits cater to their ability to support other characters (cons, scaling, their lower ability to deal dmg off field, their typical roles in teams)
1.2 Similar TYPICALLY RECOMMENDED artifacts 2.0 to 2.6 (pre Vermillion Hereafter)
This is definitely the weakest argument in this weird af section but I thought it'd be fun. After the release of Emblem of Severed fate, its 4pc became Xingqiu's BiS for his typical role. It's 4pc is also sometimes recommended for Chongyun. Xiao's recommended artifacts before 2.6 were 2pc viridescent and Venti's was 4pc viridescent.
1.3 Complimentive but not BiS kits
Though Chongyun and Xingqiu can work well together, their best teams aren't with each other. Same goes for Venti and Xiao.
Design
1.4 Short shoes x boots
Is this the weirdest similarity ever? Yes.
Chongyun (short shoes) x Xingqiu (long shoes)
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1.5 Poofy pants x shorts
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1.5 Ahodge in x no ahodge (in drip marketing) (though, maybe venti does have one...
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1.5 Cor lapis eyes x cool toned eyes
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1.6 Circular pupils with a big blob of light x diamond pupils
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1.7 Smiling and facing right x not smiling and facing let in drip art (and splash art)
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2. Roles/cliches both ships fit into
2.1 High energy x low energy (aka sun x moon)
Must I say anymore?
2.2 Someone who handles spirits x someone who's artistic
As we know, Xiao conquers demons while Chongyun exorcises spirits. Xingqiu writes books and Venti plays the lyre.
Well known and often interacted with x well known and very rarely interacted with
3. Misc observations
3.1 Both Xingqiu and Venti have secret identities that their partners may or may not know about
It's never clearly stated if Chongyun knows Xingqiu is Zhenyu and he keeps it a secret for the most part. It's also never clearly stated if Xiao fully linked the bard that saved him to Barbatos (though it is hinted he's kinda connected the dots)
3.2 Idk what to title this
Xingqiu and Venti have worked together before (idori festival) while. Chongyun and Xiao might work together in the future as Xiao has worked with exorcists in the past.
3.3 Rant
BOTH SHIPS HAVE SUCH A GREAT AMOUNT OF POTENTIAL ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY IM GONNA WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABOUT THIS UGH.
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not-that-n · 8 months ago
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Tbf that's not her actual Drip Marketing art, but yes, people have called her butch, which is usually followed also by people mocking whoever said it. Please understand us Genshin fans are desperate for anything other than the average husbando/waifu design, like she is the second woman in game to wear actual pants that's how bad things are
“I NEED a tomboy gf” *image of entirely conventionally attractive and feminine girl in a hoodie*
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inkykeiji · 1 month ago
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CLARIIIIII HAVE YOU SEEN THE SUNDAY DRIP MARKETING ????? 🌱
HI HI SPOUT BB yes i have!!! he looks cute but i also kind of hate his new outfit LMAO i don’t knowwww,, i’m also a lil disappointed with how boring his splash art feels. like it’s pretty!!! but it’s boring. hopefully that makes sense ahahaha >.<
veeeerrrrry nervous to see the direction hoyo takes his character in. i don’t care if he gets redeemed and i don’t care if he descends into evil/madness, all i care about is him being well-written and him keeping his core traits/characteristics
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gigslist · 2 years ago
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Innuendo Is The Key To Sales
Good writing and direction are letting the adults see the sex and violence, but the kids can’t. It’s what distinguishes an artist and craftsperson from youtuber clickbait. Enlightening the mind, not degrading it.
Films, TV, games and music with sex and violence shown to kids and teens. It hasn’t turned out well for communities of color and low income communities. Has it?
If you think it’s up to the parents, you’re not an experienced parent, birth to 21 a couple of times. Kids and their friends get into and hack everything. Especially teens looking for a naughty challenge. Online access and devices for kids aren’t going away yet. Screen, song and game writers are handing the “powers that be” a good reason to censor free speech and art. And parents will vote for it to prevent their kids seeing crap on the screen.
Modern writers great at innuendo are such as Nick Cave. In The Ship Song he’s talking about hot sex. It's sublime innuendo for parents to let their kids on stage with him. https://youtu.be/T0spQCw35D4 The kids and teens think it’s just a song about boats.
Modern writers great at innuendo are such as Nick Cave. In The Ship Song he’s talking about hot sex. It's sublime innuendo for parents to let their kids on stage with him. https://youtu.be/T0spQCw35D4 The kids and teens think it’s just a song about boats.
The Bible is also full of sex, but you don’t know, because you read the Bible as a kid. Religious people tend to be the best at innuendo. Song of Songs, Song of Solomon KJV, for example. Copied from the writings of Cleopatra. Hot sex in the Bible, yes really! Book II is my fav. The best way to chill with it is to read it in print book form.
Avoid copying cowboy clickbait. Take time to do research to find original and interesting stories. You have the web. You don’t need a degree to write and make films. You have gramma apps and phones with better cameras and edit tools than big screen 1990s.
Allow kids and teens their time in innocence. It’s the only time they will have it. Allow them to have less suffering and confusion and bad mistakes in their adult lives.
You’ll also stop pissing away the biggest longterm markets, without you losing you as an original artist.
I make experimental content snips, music videos and weird docs…
Exploring innuendo in old master art: A study for a book and game project https://youtu.be/MG6ddqzZF0Y
Draft about teens healing with arts: https://youtu.be/WMtOmpzD-Rg Yet to rework the tagline to Human.
A dripping tap fills a bucket:)
My name is Deborah, and I’m founder and researcher for GigsList.info an arts biz zine and opportunity stream. GigsList’s been on the web 22 years, plus social media experiments. Before that I worked with runaway teens and designed arts programs to engage them. I was also a runaway teen. Then I joined a touring circus and went on to study dance and fine art. Graduated with a drawing exhibited in the Royal Academy in London, UK. From there a career in arts and rock and roll. I prefer punk
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nerunesoda · 2 years ago
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guys look i made a gif!! :D
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