#WITH CONSENT always >:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

[demigods-posts]

to the end of the earth. i will argue that percy's first kiss was with annabeth chase. this is not rachel slander. i love that green-eyed redhead. but percy did not kiss rachel in the last olympian. he got kissed. percy did not kiss annabeth in the battle of the labyrinth. he got kissed. that's not a technicality. it's fact because both kisses happened to him. he did not consciously engage in any kiss until he was with annabeth after his birthday. and i will die on this hill.

#i'm so tired of people shitting on percy for kissing rachel after kissing annabeth #because he didn't consent to either one of them #just because percy liked both of them doesn't make it okay #and it doesn't make it his fault #consent is always important. #nuff said #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #rachel elizabeth dare

[amanonthecorner]

This one goes out to all the buckaroos whose trot has been SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVED by the art of @drchucktingle

#LOVE IS REAL #buckaroo #buckaroo lifestyle #chuck tingle #tingleverse #i want you but ill always ask for consent first #trot

[vaesivlasta]

something, something peak romance

#bg3 #durgetash #neither safe nor sane and idk how much these fucks know about consent #but it's hot #obligatory don't try this at home #or do #i ain't your parent #... id let him stab my hand to something too #dark urge #enver gortash #baldur's gate 3 #and why do i always draw this type of stuff on the couch next to my family?

[plistommy]

Eddie likes to draw a lot.

He doodles on everything, his school books, magazines, his guitars or even his own hands.

He drew his tattoos for himself before getting them.

Steve thinks he’s really talented, and loves to stare at Eddie drawing for hours, but Eddie is still a bit shy about it, so Steve doesn’t sometimes get to see what he has drawn.

But one day when he was going to Eddie’s room to get his boyfriend's hoodie for himself - thanks to winter and its cold weather - he accidentally knocked Eddie’s sketchbook to the floor.

Couple of pages dropped out of it and as they were all spread out, Steve realized they were all drawings.

Drawings of him.

He crunched down to pick them up, but couldn’t keep his curiosity at bay and before he knew it, he was going through all of them.

Eddie made him look so… pretty.

He drew his face, his smile, his eyes so beautifully that Steve couldn’t even believe that the drawing’s were of him. Eddie even remembered all of his moles.

A dopey smile creeped up to his face as he went through them all, piling them back into a neat pile to put back inside the sketchbook. But when he picked up the last one, his eyes grew wide and he felt himself going red from head to toe.

There were several sketches of him, of his nude body with ringed hands, Eddie’s hands, touching him. One was of him laid on his stomach with a soft look on his face, but then the second one was more… intimate.

It was of him, legs spread wide and dick resting thick and hard on his stomach while a finger was pushing inside him. His face was scrunched up, mouth open in a ‘o’ shape and the knowledge that Steve probably looked like that when Eddie was doing it for him made him bite down onto his bottom lip.

He flipped the paper around and a whine got caught in his throat as he stared down to a drawing of him riding Eddie.

They had never done that before. But now, he really, really wanted to do it.

”Steve?”

Steve’s head snapped up to stare at Eddie, who was staring down back at him with a worried look.

He was leaning against the door frame, hair up in a ponytail and old band shirt on, looking like a dream, but when he saw what was going on, his eyes grew wide.

”Shit, sorry!” he panicked, crunching down next to Steve. He snatched the drawings and his sketchbook away from him and hid them under his mixtapes, acting like Steve hadn’t already seen all of them.

He was letting out these small apologies and Steve had no idea what he had to even apologize for, but when he saw Eddie blushing and not being able to catch his eyes, Steve understood that he was embarrassed.

”I didn’t, um - you didn’t mean to see those… sorry.”

Steve just stared at him dumbfoundedly before letting out a soft laugh and getting up. He moved his hands to Eddie’s face and held them there.

”I dropped it accidentally and I was the one snooping around, Eddie. I’m the one who should be apologizing, not you.”

Eddie sighed. He still couldn’t meet Steve’s eyes and it made him frown.

”You’re not creeped out?”

That question surprised Steve.

”Of the drawings? No, Eds. I think they’re cool.”

Then, Eddie finally looked at him with the biggest puppy eyes ever and Steve wanted to kiss him.

”You sure? I didn’t know what you’d think about them. I know they're a bit—”

”Amazing? Incredible?” Steve smiled softly and pushed Eddie’s bangs back, ”You’re so talented, babe. I don’t think I’ve ever seen myself like the way you draw me. I like it.”

Eddie looked like he was offended and pinched Steve’s hip, ”You are really pretty, sweetheart” he reassured Steve with a smile.

”Yeah, yeah. Says you.” Steve smiled and Eddie snorted a little before leaning in to kiss him.

When they pulled apart, both out of breath, a small grin grew to Steve’s face as he tugged Eddie’s hair, letting it fall out from it’s lazy ponytail.

”I have an idea…”

”And what’s that?”

Steve grinned more.

”Can I ride you?”

Eddie’s breath hitched and Steve laughed loudly as his boyfriend looked at him like he’d grown another head.

He loved to rile his boyfriend up, and this was the perfect time for that.

”You… really?” Eddie sounded so out of breath, more than he was before.

”I think it would look pretty great, right?” Steve purred, glancing towards the hidden pile of drawings, Eddie’s gaze following his.

All Eddie could do was answer a breathy ’Fuck yeah’ before Steve was pushing him down to the bed and straddling his hips.

Eddie didn’t hide his drawings anymore after that.

#steddie #Eddie thought he was a creep drawing Steve like that without consent whatsoever but Steve’s like ’’HELL YEAH’’ instead LMAO #Is it canon that Eddie draws? #Eddie would totally draw #Always doing these small doodles when he’s bored #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steddie headcanon #eddie munson draws #my writing #hc #headcanon #text #stranger things 4 #Lemon #If typos no there isnt #LOL

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Some Business Bozo puts a hit out on Vlad. It's one of Vlad's earliest victims, back before he knew how to properly cover his tracks but there were so few metas no one knew exactly what the hell happened. BB had his entire fortune and company stolen and has spent the rest of his life building up enough fortune to hire the best assassin to murder this bastard.

Enter Slade Wilson.

Slade has recently accepted the job to kill Vlad Masters. During preliminary research, Slade discovers Daniel Masters, formerly Fenton, the godchild Vlad adopted after his family died in an accident. The godchild who despises Masters for murdering his friends and family. The godchild who is willing to sell Masters out in a heartbeat if it means being free.

The Terminator and the Ghost Boy strike a deal. Slade even grows fond of the little maniac.

#murder uncle slade wilson #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp crossover #dc crossover #c: vlad masters #c: slade wilson #c: danny fenton #Slade lying through his teeth: Hey Nightwing this is your clone #Danny: Yo #Dick: omg am i a dad? did you make me a dad without my consent!? #in slade's defense they do look alike when wearing a domino #he's always willing to mess with nightwing #danny doesn't need a new dad but grows to like his new guardian/uncle #Slade: why did i take in this sassy lost child? #Danny: bc I can make you this (gives him a gun that makes bullets intangible until they reach the target)

[lupinmoonlight]

Baby i really need professor lupin to fuck me till I cry 🫶🏻😴

Feral

Masterlist AO3

Summary - With the full moon approaching, Professor Lupin feels more on edge and he takes it out on you by bending you over his desk under the pretense of a "detention". (684 words)

Warnings - teacher/student, age gap, dub con, biting, bruising, no foreplay, rough sex, my grammar (english is my second language), not proof read.

Notes - Anon, so sorry for filling your request so late. I read your message earlier last month, closed it, and forgot about it!! I went back to my inbox a few days ago and saw it and I was mortified. I hope you enjoy this smut almost without plot.

Professor Lupin had always been a man who valued self-control, but the impending full moon stripped layers off that restraint, making his need for you sharper, urgent, feral. You hesitated for a moment outside his office. The stern "Detention" written in his meticulous hand on the slip of paper felt like anything but a punishment.

Pushing open the door, you barely had time to process anything before you were firmly grasped and bent over his cluttered desk, your face pressed into the cool wooden surface.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he growled, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling it roughly to tilt your head back. You felt the weight of his behind you, the solid press of his arousal evident against your backside.

You whimpered, feeling the cool air brush against your skin as he impatiently hiked up your skirt. He didn't bother with the niceties of undressing you completely, just shifting your panties aside to grant him access. The sound of a zipper being undone echoed in the room, followed by his harsh intake of breath as he positioned himself at your entrance.

The moment he pushed inside, your world narrowed down to the feeling of being stretched, filled completely by him. You gasped, your fingers gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles white.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he cursed under his breath, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He was buried to the hilt, every inch of him nestled deep within you. Without warning, he began to move, his thrusts sharp, forceful, making the old desk groan and creak in protest.

Your soft whimpers echoed in the room, your body trying to adjust to his relentless pace. Suddenly, he stilled, pulling your head back by your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze in the reflection of the moonlit window. "You okay?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of concern at the sight of your tear-streaked cheeks.

You nodded frantically, swallowing hard, "More…"

A smirk played on his lips, "Say it properly."

"Please, Professor…more," you begged, the words leaving you breathlessly.

His response was a deep growl, "That's a good girl." His movements resumed, the sound of skin meeting skin resonating in the office. "Take it," he commanded, thrusting into you with such force you felt you might break. He leaned down, teeth grazing your neck before sinking in, marking you as his. The mix of pain and pleasure had you reeling, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the intensity.

"I'm going to come," he whispered harshly in your ear, his rhythm growing erratic, "and you're going to take every drop."

With a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself deep inside you, emptying himself completely. His grip on your hips was bruising, and the warm feeling of his seed spilling inside you had you clench around him, your own climax rushing forth.

Gradually, his movements stilled, though he remained inside you for a moment longer, your breathing slowly returning to normal. He gently pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back.

After a while, he carefully pulled out, his movements tender and slow, not wanting to hurt you, and you felt the telltale warmth of his release trickling out, pooling on the floor beneath you.

He turned you to face him, brushing a gentle kiss across your lips, then pressing a softer one to your tear-streaked cheek. "I'm sorry, love," he whispered, a genuine note of remorse in his voice. "I shouldn't have been so rough…I just can't seem to control myself around you when…" he trailed off.

You shook your head, a slow smile gracing your lips. "I liked it, Professor," you whispered, a hint of mischief in your eyes. You knew he loved when you called him that in this setting, and you always took advantage of it.

He looked down at you, his eyes dark with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "What are you doing to me…" he said with a sigh, pulling you in for another kiss.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin smut #professor lupin #professor lupin x reader #hp fanfic #please have a safe word when engaging in such activities #please note this is just fantasy and always ensure consent of all parties involved

[captainjonnitkessler]

Me: So the podcast "Your Own Backyard" actually helped lead to a 25-year-old cold case being solved, that's so interesting! I wonder what sort of evidence the narrator uncovered, what witness he drew out of the woodwork that finally cracked it!

The podcast: Yeah literally everyone knew exactly who did it but the police bungled the case so badly on every single front due to a combination of incompetence and corruption that they could never bring charges.

Me:

#it's always police incompetence. fucking always #it's an excellent podcast though. and done with the full consent and cooperation of the victim's family #just. VERY fucking frustrating to listen to sometimes

[nineeteen2000]

Something a bit different with book husbands. Not really “realistic”, but definitely helped solidify their facial structures in my mind

#realism is hard #stylization always wins #good omens #book omens #book!omens #book!aziraphale #book!crowley #book aziraphale #book crowley #good omens book #good omens fanart #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #air conditioning #consenting bicycle repairmen #mars art

[izloveshorses]

anya + flinching at loud noises and sudden movements (vs dmitry noticing, adjusting his behavior, and becoming a source of comfort)

#anastasia broadway #anastasia #my gifs #my edit #dimya #christy altomare #derek klena #my guy is like yeah i break the law every day but i draw the line at touching anya without her consent #he's like yeah i'm tough and heartless. omg honey are u okay <33 it's just a loud sound ur safe <3 anyway what was i saying #but yeah. #will always be so so so crazy about the nonverbal narrative of anya having a bit of trauma with touch/sound/etc and dmitry clocking it #and then making sure his intentions and movements around her are extra clear #makes me insane! #in case u couldn't tell ashldjfk (see: 10k fic from like 4 years ago) #anyway idk if other anyas played it this way but this was something i noticed from christy right away #obsessed with the way she played her like this #the complexity u know

[faeriekit]

The Firstborn Son

dp x dc | Batman 👻 tw for: dead body, brief reference to human trafficking

(Part II available now!)

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Once upon a time, there is a boy who dies forever...mostly.

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Once upon a time, there is a man who wants to live forever.

He does.

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Once upon a time, there is a daughter born to an immortal man.

"I need an heir," her father commands.

She gives him one.

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Once upon a time, there is a King.

(He is a dead boy.)

(Most do not know that.)

"My heir, for a hundred years of your power," the immortal offers; the King accepts.

****

Once upon a time, there was a family of acrobats.

There isn't, not anymore, but the son still loves his mother and father, and gravity cannot steal his wings forever.

He sleeps restlessly, and rarely in his own bed. The allure of flying is too much to resist. At night, when the world is quiet, the acrobat joins the black darkness of an endless sky, and claims it as his own.

His guardian is one with the night.

The petit Robin is bright light and spectacle, no matter how well he hides his colors. He is spotted first.

****

Dick didn't really remember waking up from his nap. Alfred had put him down for a cold; his head hurt, and he was sleepy all the time, so B was out without him and Dick was stuck in a too-big bed in a giant, dark mansion, all alone.

Except. At some point, Dick must have gotten out of bed. Because now he's in the chandelier.

Dick doesn't remember jumping to the chandelier. And jumping to the chandelier is hard work; it's not something he could have done in his sleep. It requires weight, heft; the shirking of gravity. The night is dark around him; there are no street lights outside of their windows to light up the hallway. The darkness makes the grand persian carpet so much farther away than it is in the daytime-- entirely, unfathomably far below him. Pale moonlight flickers across cut shards of crystal. It's Dick's own little bird's nest.

Dick and the chandelier gently sway. He doesn't notice the-- the ghost, the illusion-- for a whole minute. It just looks like moonlight, until it doesn't.

It's a body. A boy's body-- not much older than Dick. Suspended, midair.

His heart drops. But Dick doesn't scream.

For a second, there are two boys midair, silent and still in the morning moonlight.

The body raises its head. Hello, Richard.

Dick doesn't move.

I have a question for you. The body blinks sightless eyes. Does your guardian treat you well?

Dick...doesn't know what that means. He rolls his weight forward, careful, so careful not to tip himself over the edge and send him plummeting.

"...Why are you asking?"

I need something looked after, the body says. Its limbs sway in wind that isn't here. It is very precious to me.

"Oh." Well, B is Batman, sometimes. And when he's not Batman, he's Bruce Wayne, and he is in charge of a lot of people. "Yeah, he's respons- reponsbile- he does a good job. Can I see it?" Dick's interest is piqued.

The body stills. And then-- like a zombie clawing its way out of its grave, it reaches through the rotting skin of its own stomach and removes. Something.

It's a baby.

Dick leans so far forward that he almost does go toppling but he's gripping the silver of the chandelier so that he doesn't, and, look! It's a baby! It's so small and tiny and it's still purple!

"He's so new!" Dick gasps, and releases one arm from its death grip to make a grabby hand. The body only floats close enough that Dick can pet the baby's cheek with a careful finger, can feel the softness of the baby's hair.

He is my charge, the body explains. As such, he is precious to me.

The baby is so small. Dick wants to bounce him, like he's seen mamas and papas do with their little ones. "Can I hold him?"

The baby disappears back into the body. It looks like a maggot burrowing back into the corpse it's eating, and Dick is heartbroken and sick about it. No. Not until I know it's safe.

Dick pouts. Also, he needs to know how to get the baby away from the...body. Babies need a lot of light and warmth. A dead body monster can't give him that.

Your guardian played his part in making the little heir, the body says. This baby was given to me by his grandfather. His mother passed him onto her own father, and her father sold him to me.

"Oh no!" Dick gasps. That is one of the things B has had to explain to Dick, one of hundreds of terrible things that happens to people in Gotham. And it happened to B's baby?

Yes. The body floats sightlessly, thin skin sliding over too-pale eyes. I must know if he is safe before I leave the baby in his care. Will you help me?

Dick...doesn't know what that means. He bites down on the soft presence of his lip. (He tastes blood.) "How?"

The body and the baby inside it are still. Quiet. Dick is two stories off the ground, midair, and any wrong motion could be his-- his-- Dick can't even see the ground. It would hurt so much. He's so high up from the distant hardwood floor and with only ghosts to keep him company.

...It would be very scary.

Dick swallows.

Do you trust that he would come get you, if you were in danger?

Dick knows so. He nods.

Do you trust he would be smart enough to find you? Mean enough to defend you? Care enough to comfort you? the body asks.

Dick nods.

The body floats closer. Closer. Until they are almost touching-- limp limbs entangling on the crystalline arms of the chandelier. It would be very scary, if you said yes, the body admits, as heavily weighted as any corpse that cannot help you hold it. But you would be in no danger. Should your guardian succeed, I will entrust him with this precious thing.

One circus boy's fears for the safety of B's baby. It's an easy choice. Dick is Robin. He is always going to pick helping people over maybe getting hurt.

His pinky touches the cold, dead flesh of the body's.

And then Dick wakes up sweating and heaving in bed.

#ooo spooky ooky #idk kid maybe ask your dad about this before you agree to anything?? #this is why I can never finish anything #I always have like ten things in reserve #contracts signed by minors without consent are illegal DANNY #dp x dc #Danny Phantom #DC #DCU crossover

[silver-horse]

unfortunately I have opinions about the ascendant astarion ending and I have been holding back from saying it. but it's a problem that applies to the whole game and it's been annoying me

what's actually weird about the ascendant "romance" scene is that the writer considers it a tempting option for the player. They wrote it to be bad, but they also think it's a fun and sexy option. Same goes for the haarlep scene which they also wrote that way because they find it sexy. Except finding this sexually appealing entirely hinges on the idea that the player is a submissive. So RIP to a scene that the rest of us could have found sexy because the lead narrative designer was a submissive. lmao

In this game you can have a scene where you have to kneel for a male character. But you can never have a male character do the same for you. (Halsin doesn't count. It's a vanilla scene, he is not submissive there and we are not even asking/telling him to kneel down) You don't get such options, not even if you play a drow female! RIP the number one reason for playing drow female to be honest. lol You can kneel and fully submit to ascendant astarion or fully submit to mizora or fully submit to haarlep or submit to lae'zel or submit to minthara. you can get whipped by abdirak or you can tell him "touch me and lose a hand" he even responds positively to this remark and yet the possibility to flip the dynamic doesn't exist. There is never an option where a male character truly submits to the player. RIP to a scene that would have been the opposite of the traditional dynamic. the potential that existed but they never used the opportunity

By the way, how interesting that Lae'zel is dominant but she is a woman so ofc you get the option to tell her “no you will submit to me”. You never get such switch options with any of the male characters... Obviously it's not ascendant where they could have made that an option. My point is that it's NEVER an option among so many male characters.

It's a cool idea that the bad ending in a romance means "I saw this character as a sex object" except it falls apart when the scene is very sexually unappealing to anyone who is more dominant leaning. If I see a character as a sex object then I would place them in sexual situations which are appealing to me. so the message doesn't quite work. because there isn't anything that I can selfishly choose for myself just because I like it and I find it sexy.

#it's the old traditional setup where male characters are never submissive. either vanilla or they are dominant. and no other options exist. #I just find it a bit funny how they seem oblivious to the fact that these scenes being “sexy”and tempting entirely hinge on the possibility #that the player has the same tastes but a LOT of us don't. and then these scenes aren't even remotely sexy #don't get me wrong it's cool to have these scenes in the game but there could have been something different as well #rather than the same dynamic multiple times. and if you are super not into that then you only have the vanilla options #meanwhile the subs get multiple ''fun'' scenes. I just find this very unequal. if you are not into that well your character #will be placed into situations where characters make these unappealing propositions and sometimes it's fight or submit. that's weird imo #for a game that has storylines about consent. sexually weird scenes would be fine and interesting if it wasn't SO unequal and always the #same dynamic where they mostly give players options where our female characters should submit and NEVER the opposite I will always be salty #bg3 #larian studios #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 mine #haarlep #astarion #my post #abdirak #my thoughts #my posts #it's like the whole reason I like to play drow women if I am honest but it's been so utterly pointless #as a drow female on a rare occasion you may be allowed to say a barely rude dialogue to males and that's all lmfao #mildly rude to men is just what I do in real life but it's a viddy game and I should be able to be a bit of a nasty aggressive female #(sure they can frame it negatively. that's fine. but let the ''fun'' option exist for us as well)

[canisalbus]

I had a scrap piece of paper and drew the little freakish dog 👍 I have been silently enjoying your art for like a couple months now? I found it randomly on uploaded Pinterest and was like “oh huh that’s rad” and yeah he’s such a lovely sad little beast

.

#oooh another tiny machete sighting! #I don't know but I find it just so endearing that people are out there doodling his weird little face #on post it notes corners of scrap paper and at work #I do that too but then again I'm rotating him in my head at least fifteen times a day so I kind of have to #the WHISKERS ah #scruffy little animal #putting him in my pocket and taking him to the grocery shop as we speak #thank you! and I'm glad you've been enjoying my art! #I've always had a little difficult relationship with pinterest because a lot of art gets uploaded there without proper sources or credit #and whenever a piece of yours gets reposted sourcelessly often enough you kind of end up losing ownership to it which isn't fun #it gets used without artist's consent as bootleg prints and shirts and tattoos and such #but lately a lot of people have come to me saying they discovered my stuff through pinterest #or had seen my character there and recognized it later when they came across one of my own posts #and it's always very nice to hear that I'm glad you've found me here #but I'm getting very off topic didn't mean to ramble like that #gift art #answered #wwildcatt #own characters #Machete

[hellhoundmaggie]

Do you have any SDV hot takes?

Boy do I ever Anon! Thank you for giving me the chance to get on my soapbox about this.

Shane doesn't relapse when he is happily married to the Farmer. The popular "relapse" interpretation is based on faulty assumptions about what substance abuse recovery is supposed to look like and flat-out misreadings of the text of the game.

Shane doesn't "start" drinking again: he never stops, just reduces the amount he drinks. (Unless we are supposed to interpret the phrase "cut back" in the 7 Heart Event as meaning "quit” or "gave up” for some reason. Or if we ignore the new 1.6 dialogue about him drinking less after his 6 Heart event.)

Shane's mess is not a consequence of uncontrolled drinking, but a consequence of his depression and possible under-managed ADHD. His room at Marnie's remains exactly as messy when he's in recovery as it is when he's spiraling, so the drinking has no effect on his cleanliness.

”Okay,” you might say, “but he still shouldn’t drink, and he should pick up his room.” And sure, yeah. Ideally we should all do the same. But that’s not always a fair or realistic expectation for everyone. Not everyone can quit their addictions or bad habits cold turkey. Not everyone is going to be the model citizen. That doesn’t mean they can’t live happy lives. That doesn’t mean they don’t have value. That doesn’t mean Shane doesn’t have value.

So instead of complaining about the ways that Shane fails to measure up to typical adult standards, it may be more productive to ask: is he happy? Is he doing okay? By any reasonable measure, a married Shane is living his best possible life. He‘s surprised and delighted to be your trophy husband. He doesn’t have to worry about taking a soul-sucking job or struggling with unemployment. His drinking isn’t causing him any problems, and if he can’t keep his personal space clean, at least he doesn’t let his mess spread to the rest of the house. He has his own little coop for Charlie and it’s just adorable to watch him bounce her up and down. He actually makes time for Jas. I am not requiring everyone to love Shane the way he is written, or to make space in their farmhouse for him. But please, have realistic expectations for the character that exists. And do make friends with him. He gives you an OP recipe and access to blue chickens!

#My other hot take is that people shouldn’t install mods that “fix” NPC character flaws #Yeah it bothers me too when Penny pushes George’s wheelchair without consent or when Clint gets on his “Nice Guy” hobbyhorse #But CA gave these characters flaws for a reason #Flaws add interest and depth to characters #Instead of knee jerk rejecting my discomfort with the character’s bad behavior #I can sit with it and reflect on my own behavior and values #And I can recognize the worth even in characters who don’t share my values #Or who don’t change and grow in the “right” way #After all I’m not gonna share all your values #Or always change and grow the way I ought to #But we all gotta live together and give each other a little grace #Anywho those are my hot takes #Thank you for your time #shane stardew valley #stardew valley #media analysis #media criticism #media literacy

[bloodofgrapes]

So this is a comic I’ve wanted to do for a long time because it hits fairly close to home for me, but especially because I think this is foundational to Phoenix and Edgeworth’s relationship: trust. Throughout the games we see that they push and pull one another to get to the bottom of a situation, to discover the truth and do what’s right, even when it’s difficult. While obviously not canon, to me their relationship is so emblematic of kink it’s nearly unavoidable in my depictions of them--Edgeworth may always seem to be the ultimate string pulling master with a thousand tricks up his sleeve, but none of this could happen if he did not totally relinquish control via his unwavering trust in Phoenix.

#art #Phoenix Wright #Miles Edgeworth #Ace Attorney #cw kink #nsft #I debated for a long time whether I would post this comic or not #but honestly I'm tired of feeling like depictions of gay intimacy are bad or will make people uncomfy #and yes for some people that intimacy involves making the informed and consenting decision #to exchange trust this intimately with another human being #on an unrelated note #I've always thought the way AA handled Edgeworth's phobia of earthquakes was really well done #speaking as someone with a capital P phobia #AA was remarkably ahead of its time #grapes comics

[covehearted]

There are plenty of things that stick in my brain from Our Life but none quite like this bit from Derek's route. During the waterpark date, he wants to be respectful

Then during the makeout scene, he doesn't need to be so concerned with politeness... so he gets to appreciate. And something about how he just stares melts my brain

Man has been showing so much restraint when he's so down bad for MC

And then!! He cuts the tension because he's a dork!!

#our life #our life beginnings & always #derek suarez #I don't know what point I'm trying to make here #but something about him taking care to be respectful in public #then in private and with mc's consent he finally gets to actually take it all in when he wanted to so bad

[patchesjam]

wish i could put into words how angry the people insinuating that consent has to be only verbal into words. and the people framing this as rape. and the people who clearly have a biased agenda using this to advance a narrative. and the people saying 'being drunk is not an excuse' when it was never meant to be

#just as verbal consent is not always needed. verbal non-consent is not always needed. #body language and actions make up a huge part of communication and to deny that is infuriating. and belittling.