#come on i know you need assets and props

[despazito]

who do i have to kill to get a job as a production artist for neopets

#come on i know you need assets and props #i litcherally have experience as a 2D concept and production artist for online pet sims

[apollyonsdarksecrets]

Knight in Cowboy boots

Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Summary: emotions and buried feelings are reviled when Joel protects you from a drunk ex boyfriend

Warnings: SMUT (Minors DNI 18+ ONLY), Friends to lovers, pre-outbreak, alcohol, fighting, swearing, blood, fingering, p in v (unprotected), cream pie, pet names, maybe one Y/n I tried not to use any because I know some people don’t like it.

Word count: It’s long boo, lmao.

A/N: Y’all tumblr has some kind of hold on me because I read one Pedro Pascal fic and now I want him to pin me to the bed and have me call him daddy 😭 #hornyonmain if you like this check out my other stories for more spicy fun 🥰

Joel Miller Master List

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“I don’t know Sally, I just… how did I not see it? Everything was great, at least I truly thought it was…” You sigh, slumping back further into your friends couch, swirling the wine in your glass.

“I knew there was something wrong with him! He always seemed so sleazy.” Sally scoffs, crossing a long leg over the other, shaking her dirty blond hair.

“Your husband is the one that set me up with Michael.” You retort, propping your chin on your hand with a sigh, you stare out the window, the party in the house was at its peak, people from around the neighborhood mingling, laughing, and sharing a good time as you and your life long best friend discuss your most recent disaster at dating.

“I never said he was a smart man.” You snort, shaking your head when movement outside catches your attention. Your eyes widen slightly, spine straightening as you catch sight of your older neighbor walking towards the house. His hands are shoved into his pockets, head tilted down slightly as he walks. He only peaks up when he reaches the walk way, face illuminated in the moonlight.

Joel Miller. The man you’ve not so secretly pinned for since moving to this neighborhood two years ago.

Your head whips around to Sally, “You didn’t tell me Joel was coming!” You gape at your friend who just shrugs a thin shoulder, taking a sip of her drink with a mischievous smirk tugging at her lips.

“I didn’t?”

Of course Joel would be invited, he’s known Sally and Tim since they moved here and had become fast friends with the couple. You begin to fidget with your outfit, regretting wearing something so basic as you tug your top down slightly, displaying more of your assets. Sally snorts beside you. “To much?”

Before she can answer her husbands loud laugh fills the air followed by the clinking of beer bottles and other guests raised voices in greetings. You turn just as the two men walk through the living room’s archway and smile brightly when Joel’s chocolate eyes land on yours. “Hey there.”

“Hey there yourself, haven’t seen you around in a hot minute darlin’.” His draw makes something inside you tick, cheeks tinting pink as the two men sit in the arm chairs opposite of you and Sally.

“You know me, hard work no play.” Joel laughs at that, tilting his beer to his lips and you force your gaze to your glass, trying and failing to not look like you were checking him out as he stretches his long denim clad legs out in front of him.

“How’s Sarah?” Sally asks, giving you time to collect yourself, the sight of the man almost always turning you into a fumbling school girl.

“She’s good, over at a friends house right now.”

“Oh so it’s just you tonight?”

“Just me.” Joel doesn’t look to Sally when he answers, eyes trained on your flushed face drinking you in.

You all spend the next hour talking about work, life, family, all the minor things in between. It’s great, you’ve missed your friends, work prioritizing most of your free time more often than not, that you never have time for simple things like this.

“I’m going to pour myself another glass, does anyone need anything?” You ask as you stand, a simultaneous no resonates from the group, Joel smiling at you with a tilt to his head that makes your knees weak.

You find the kitchen deserted, everyone either out back enjoying the table top fire or have already left for the evening. You’re humming a tune to yourself, picking through the numerous bottles for something that looks good when an arm snakes around your waist.

Nearly jumping out of your skin you push the offending appendage away and spin around, coming face to face with your now ex-boyfriend Michael.

He definitely wasn’t invited.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hiss, stepping away only to collide with the counter top.

Michael laughs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. His normally styled blond hair is tussled, blue eyes glazed over as he leers down at you. “Um, partying?” HIs words are slurred and he stinks of alcohol, your nose scrunching at the pungent smell.

“This isn’t that kind of party, and I don’t believe anyone invited you.” You glare up at him, nearly a foot of distance makes him taller and easier for him to crowed into your space when he takes a wobbly step closer.

“A party is always an invite. You know that sugartits.” The nickname makes you cringe, the feeling of being trapped between a drunk and a hard spot making you antsy. You and Michael dated for just under a year, everything was fine, fun, romantic even until his secret habit of getting too drunk and sticking his dick into anything with a nice set of tits came to light.

“You’re drunk, how the hell did you even get here? No no i don’t want to know, just get away from me and go home.” You move to push past him, anger and resentment bubbling in your guts, but the man in front of you has another idea.

“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?” Michael grabs your wrist, twisting until you yelp in pain. “You’d think after being with me for so long, you’d learn a little bit of respect, woman.” He shoves you into the counter, your side hitting the granite so hard you lose your breath. “Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

Fear takes root deep in your chest, freezing you to the spot as Michael's hand raises above his head, ready to strike you when a booming voice fills your ears, stopping him in his tracks.

"HEY!"

Michael's head whirls around, his grip lessoning, to find Joel and Tim standing in the doorway, Sally peeking from behind their shoulders.

“Back off man, we are having a private conversation.” Michael spits, teetering on his feet. Everything is tense and silent for a second, Joel’s eyes lock with yours, fear so clearly written across your face, and that’s all he needs.

The older man storms forward, arm back, and swings for Michael’s face, a direct hit that sends your ex stumbling backwards, freeing you as he covers his bleeding nose. You run to Sally’s open arms, and Joel doesn’t stop swinging, barely giving Michale time to react before he’s on the floor.

You’re crying, yelling for Joel to stop as Tim and another man rush forward, struggling to separate the two as a crowd forms at the patio door. By the time Joel is hauled away, the man lays limp on the ground, groaning unintelligibly. Joel's face is red, chest heaving, staring at Michael below him, shaking off the two men holding him.

“I see you around her again and it will be the last fucking thing you do.” Joel’s voice is haunting, sending shivers down your spine.

You push away from Sally, grabbing onto Joel's shirt with shaky fingers. He turns to you, the look of hatred melting into concern. "Are you okay?"

"Am- Am I okay?" You ask incredulously, eyebrows pinched.

“I think y’all should go, I’ll get him out of here just…” Tim is rightfully upset, hands in his hair as he stares down at his friend, blood splattered across the white tile of the kitchen, and the rest of the guests are visibly tense.

“I’m sorry Tim… it had to be done.”

Tim sighs, nodding but says nothing more. Joel nods back, flexing his hand by his side, before taking your arm turning you towards the door.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

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“Is… Is your hand okay?” It’s the third time you’ve asked since getting to your house, this time peeking around the bathroom door with a cup of coffee for him. Joel insisted on cleaning himself up instead of your request to take him to the ER, when you saw how bloody and bruised his knuckles were.

“I’m sure darlin’. Don’t fret over me.” He holds up his hand, still bruising but no longer bleeding, wagging his fingers, showing you he’s alright, before wrapping some gauze and tape around it. You lean into the door frame, staring at the steam drifting up in front of you.

“I… I can’t thank you enough for what you did, Joel… I don’t know how I can repay you.” You feel meek and miserable for what happened, that anyone would get into a fight over you. You keep thinking about how you should of prevented it, instead of letting it go that far. “I’m so sorry it got to that point, I should have done something.”

Joel leans in beside you, brushing his fingers against your shoulder, gaining your attention. You glance up, caught off guard by how close he suddenly is, eyes warm and inviting like the heat radiating off of his body, this close you can see the gray streaks starting to pepper his hair and the lines of crow's feet by his eyes. “Don’t talk like you caused any of this. I’d do it again if it meant keeping you safe.”

Your heart flutters, a small smile twitching your lips as you dip your head again. “What a knight in shinning cowboy boots you are.” Teasingly, you poke his chest, unable to bring yourself to meet his gaze. Joel just smiles, taking the cup from your hands and turning to set it on the bathroom counter.

“I thought knights usually get a kiss for saving the damsel in distress.” His hand cups your cheek fully, tilting your head back up until you're forced to meet his eyes, his words sinking into your body, popping off your nerves like fire, setting you ablaze.

“That only happens in fairytales.” You breathe, relaxing into the stroke of his thumb along the apple of your cheek, watching his eyes dance back and forth between your own. Joel leans farther in, noses a hair width apart.

"How’s this for a fairytale?" His whispers all since of thought lost as he press forward, brushing your lips against his in the most tentative kiss that you barely registers it. You smile though inviting and wanting, and his hand slips to the back of your head drawing you deep.

Your eyelids droop, hands coming to rest on his chest, leaning in closer as heat coils low in your stomach, arousal swimming through your blood making you groggy and tipsy. His lips mold to your own perfectly, maybe a little chapped, the stubble of his beard bristling at your skin causing you to whimper. Joel pulls you further into the bathroom, leaning back into the counter bodies flushed as your hands slip to his neck, holding yourself to him.

In this moment it’s just you and him, the party is forgotten, the fight, the fear, the fucking blister on your ankle from walking two blocks in heels, is all forgotten. Joel doesn’t even care when he grips your waist with his injured hand, the gauze pulling tight across the cuts, scratching his palm, irritating and relentless but far out of his mind.

The kiss slowly turns more desperate, your fingers tangling into the hairs at the back of his head, his hips pressing against your own, and when he pulls away for air you’re kissing his jaw, his cheek, his neck, having waited two years you weren’t passing up the opportunity now.

Joel groans softly, eyes pinched, need shooting through his body with every open mouth kiss you place. He wraps his fingers in your hair, tugging your head back gently earning a whimper of disappointment. You look up at him, eyes glazed over, arousal humming through your body so fiercely you think you might cry.

“Let me take you to bed, I ain’t waited this long to fuck you in a bathroom.” Your breath catches on a moan, a glimmer of defiance shooting through you as you eye him up and down. You can never make it easy for yourself.

“The bathroom is where most house hold accident happen.” You snip back, beaming as he rolls his eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting in a suppressed smile.

“Why did I punch a guy for you again?” Your bark of laughter sends him over and he’s walking you out of the bathroom into the hall. “Bedroom.” You point over his shoulder and he’s lifting you off of your feet, wrapping your legs around his middle.

“B-because you were protecting my dignity?” You giggle, grabbing his face and peppering kisses across his lips and cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Joel smile this much, your heart feeling like it might burst just from the sight.

“Dignity… right.” He stops at the foot of your bed with a cheeky look that makes you raise an eyebrow.

“What are you thinking?”

His response is hoisting you higher before dropping you, unceremoniously onto the bed with a loud screech. “Joel!” You’re laughing, trying to scold him and failing miserably.

Joel climbs onto the bed above you, fitting himself between your legs and caging you, forearms resting on the mattress by your head. Your laughter sticks in your throat, heart rate picking up as the reality of situation settles over the two of you. “I can always take you to dinner first.” He jokes, hoping secretly that isn’t what you’d want.

“If you make me wait one more day Joel Miller I swear I will have a conniption.” You mock threaten wagging a finger in his face. He smiles, taking your hand and kissing your wrist gently.

“I’ll give you what you want baby.” His teeth nip your skin, staling your breath making your thighs squeeze his. “Yeah, I’ll give you what you want.” He breaths against your skin, goosebumps lifting the hairs on your arms.

You whimper slightly, breathy and thin, hooded eyes watching as he kisses up your arm and to your neck, forcing your head back so he has more room. He bites gently at your sweet spot, gauging how you react, which movement, kiss, or bite draws the most noise from your lips.

“Joel… mmmm…” Your hands slip under his shirt nails leaving a trail of red up his back that has his hips bucking slightly, groaning into your ear.

“Gonna be the death of me pretty girl, ya know that?” He asks, voice laced with arousal, leaning back to look at you under thick lashes as he bucks his hips against yours.

All you can do it whimper in response, bringing your lips to his and kissing him messily, all teeth, and spit like you both are horny teenagers all over again. Joel’s tongue slips into your mouth, taking dominance over your own and it makes you let out a noise that will be seared into Joel’s brain for the rest of his life.

He breaks away suddenly, ripping his shirt over his head and you’re following suit, shimming out of the tight material letting it fall to the floor as your hands find the expanse of his chest. He has defined muscles, years of manual labor under his skin that makes your mouth water, his body just a little softer with age but an underlying strength you’ve already witnessed twice tonight. The man is gorgeous.

“Need you Joel… please I need you.” You beg, trailing your hands down to his jeans tugging at the rough material, earning a chuckle.

“We’ve got all night, darlin. No need to rush.” He scolds mockingly, his own fingers working at the button of your skirt, yanking it over your ass and down your legs. He stops to take you in, hands pressing your hips down, thumbs brushing over the elastic of your simple black cotton panties. “Fuck… you’re beautiful.”

And you’re spinning in drunken bliss from those two words, Joel Miller thinks you are beautiful.

“Up.” He commands and who are you to say no? Your panties join the pile, bra following shortly after, until you are laid out, bare and vulnerable before him.

And Joel takes his time, thorough with his exploration, caressing your body with burning hands. His palms cup your breasts, tweaking your nipple gently, watching your reaction for what feels the best before moving on. Hands smooth down the valley of your soft stomach, kneading your flesh, making you shiver and squirm.

“Don’t go running away from me now.” He whispers, cupping your ass and dragging you closer, legs spread wide over his hips. You keen, the apex of your desire pulsing from being manhandled to where he wants you, and Joel notices with a dark smirk.

His hands slip down the inside of your thighs and you hold your breath, desperate to feel him touch you where you want him the most. And when he does, callused thumb swiping through your soaked lips, your back bows, eyes closing as a near pornographic moan flys from your mouth.

“J-Joel…” you gasp, his thumb circling your clit before dipping back down pressing into your opening. “Ah… please… please…” Bucking your hips you search for more friction, whining into the air head pressing into the mattress.

“Such manners.” You whimper louder as the muscles in your stomach tighten, catching your lip between your teeth. “Does that mean you’re gonna be a good girl for me? Do as I say?”

“Yes… yes, I’ll be good, Joel.” You whine, warm embarrassment filling your belly, hands curling into the blankets below you. Joel smiles watching your hips twitch as he swipes his thumb back up circling your clit again before sinking a thick finger into your heat, your slick walls clamping around him. The moan you let out goes straight to his cock, making it twitch and push against the confines of his jeans.

“Yeah… I know you will be.” He whispers, adding another finger, pumping into you slowly, curling his fingers searching for that mark that will have you melting underneath him. “So tight baby, have to stretch you out if you wanna take my cock.” He presses his hand down on your stomach, trapping you as his thumb rubs circles into your clit, his fingers working faster and you mewl and cry his name, punctuated with a few ‘yess’ and ‘please’

Joel hits a spot deep inside your gummy walls that’s leaving you breathless, pussy starting to spasm as he draws you towards your orgasm faster than you’ve ever experienced before. He keeps that same pace, flexing his fingers, hurtling you towards the peak of your orgasm.

“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” You beg, eyes shut tight, knuckles white, body flushing with white heat, making your jaw go slack, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you teeter on the edge.

He leans over you, warm breath against your lips, thumb working your clit harder. “Cum for me darlin, soak my fingers. Take what you want.”

And your body obeys, the band snapping in your stomach making you cry his name. He keeps his steady pace, marveling at the pink straining your checks and chest, the clench of your cunt around his fingers, and the way you say his name like a prayer. Joel is completely wrapped.

“Good girl, that’s right baby.” He whispers, coaxing you through your orgasm only relenting when you whimper wiggling your hips to try and get away. He brings his fingers to his lips, sucking your release from his skin with a groan. “You taste so much better than I ever imagined.”

You’re only able to whine a soft response, languid and docile below him. It’s only when you hear his zipper do you open your eyes. “There she is.” He’s kicking off his pants and boxers, your eyes drop to his cock stiff and angry red, your mouth flooding with spit, lifting your head to take in the view before you. He’s big, big and thick with a bed of black hair at the base, a bead of precum already leaking out of his tip and you’re stomach tightens in delight.

“You’re handsome.” Your voice is hoarse laced with ecstasy and foreign to your own ears.

His eyes widen slightly before he smiles, tan skin blushing. You reach for him then, hands slipping behind his neck and dragging him down into a deep kiss, stealing his breath and groaning at the taste of him and yourself mixed together.

Joel’s arm slips under your shoulders, his bandages hand cradling the back your head as his hips rut into your own. You gasp against his lips, the tip of his cock nudging your sensitive clit, your warm release coating him making him groan. “D’ya… do I need to grab somethin’?” He mutters, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I-if you wanna, I’m … I’m on the pill though and I’m clean.”

“Fucking Christ.”

Joel angles his hips, the head of his cock slipping to your entrance and nudging forward. You lift your legs, wrapping them around his hips, nails digging into his shoulders as he pushes forward, sinking into you with one slow thrust that has you breathless and reeling at the feeling of being so stretched, so fucking full.

“O-oh God Joel.” You breath, clinging to him. Joel groans, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, the friction and pull overwhelming and yet not enough. “Please… Please Joel.” You’re begging, you want to wake up tomorrow and know exactly who made you feel so good with each step and wince.

Joel just groans, picking up on the rut of your hips and presses down closer, his weight welcoming and restricting all at one. “Hold on to me.” With that he sets a deep, hard rhythm, the head of his cock bruising your cervix with the snap of his hips against your thighs. Your bed creaking with the force he uses to drive himself into you with, your name spilling from his lips.

“Fuck… So good baby, feel so good around my cock.” Joel moans, burying his face in the junction of your neck. He bites at your shoulder, marking the skin making you whine into the air, your breath being punched from your lungs. You can already feel your next orgasm building up inside you, muscles clamping down on his cock making him groan and stutter in his pace.

“So-so good, d-don’t want you to stop.” You’ve been broken down to a pleading mess, your slick coating not only his cock but dripping down onto his balls, and pooling on to the sheets below you. Your nails are biting his skin, leaving crescent idents on his neck and shoulders that he will proudly wear when they bruise over. “M… I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you pretty girl.” He grunts into your ear, his hands moving down between your bodies to find your clit, pressing tight circles into the bundle of nerves that has you withering below him, heels digging into his ass. Your lips are in that perfect O shape, eyebrows pinched and breathy moans filling your room. Joel sits back, slipping his arm to your lower back and holding you tight as he pounds into you, your hands gripping his arms for any form of leverage.

You scream his name, the sound bouncing off the walls as your orgasm rips through you, seizing ahold of your muscles and washing over your brain making you go blank and stiff in Joel’s hold. your pussy squeezing and milking his cock just right pulling his own orgasm from him with a low growl. He stills, hips twitching as he spills inside you, milky release filling you, warming you and spilling around his cock mixing with your own release.

“Fuck… shit…” Joel’s panting, eyes closed and head tilted back. “Oh baby… you’re gonna fuckin kill me.”

You pant out a small giggle, coming down from your high, thighs still twitching lightly as your brain slowly comes back to you. Joel pulls out gently, a small his through his teeth as he falls onto the bed beside you trying to catch his breath. Cracking open your eyes you stair at your ceiling for a moment, you reach across your sheets, fingers brushing against his.

Joel laces his fingers through yours, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, kissing gently. “That… that was…”

“Amazing.” You chuckle, curling into his side content and tired, body relaxing into his as sleep clouds your mind. Joel hums in agreement, the steadiness of your breathing lulling him to into his own dreamless sleep.

The end

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut #joel miller #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader

[hoodjam]

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a/n1 : helllo, I missed y’all on here lol,, I hope you like this & my inner Choso lover came out lolll

warnings smut(mdni), cuckhold (?), cheating, fingering, oral (m & f), double penetration, slight voyeurism, I think that’s it, 1.5K words

omg I can’t stop thinking about doctor!choso who specializes in making people cum & boyfriend!gojo making the appointment

It honestly started when satoru thought he broke your pussy… he’d edged you to the brink of exploding and when he finally craved guiding you to a sweet release— you couldn’t

he tried everything, toys, his fingers, his tongue, porn, but no matter what he did it never sufficed & you were pissed.

for some reason, you couldn’t push yourself to the edge either, which made your skills on the job suffer.

so much so that your boss had called you into their office to give you a couple of days off for a “cool down period”, with pay of course

which brings you to the website you’re staring at now, ‘ Kamo’s Magic House of Fingers ‘. the name sucked but the reviews were top notch

tojis-digbick : as a guy, dr. kamo made me cum buckets, hell I go at least twice a week ;)

utihim3 : people have said I was pent up, had my panties in a twist, and more degrading rude things, but dr. kamo untwisted my knickers! thank you, doctor!

naoya_z : even tho it’s not a lowly woman’s fist fucking my pristine cock, the doctor knows how to satisfy my needs. or whatever

your mouth salivates thinking about the relief this dr. kamo could bring you, persuading satoru to book your appointment by telling him he’d stay in the room.

now you sit here, or lay, on a soft mattress on a table. the room looked like any other clinic but seemed spacious.

there was a knock on the door, and I came what you assumed was dr. kamo. gojo stood to shake the man’s hand as you clenched your thighs together— the doctor was attractive.

wearing a tight black shirt that showed off all his assets, black slacks, and shoes with a white lab coat to it off. after shaking your boyfriend's hand he eyes your chart.

“good afternoon, Ms. y/n, I am Dr. Kamo, but you can call me Choso,” he starts smoothly, his deep voice rattling to your core.

“first off, I’m glad that you finished your paperwork online, most people forget,” he chuckled, “secondly, i see you are having a problem with intimacy in the bedroom?” he questioned, eyeing your wristband, double-checking to make sure he had the right patient.

you nodded your head in agreement, mind coming to terms with that in a few minutes, Choso would be in between your thighs. you could cum just at the thought.

choso smiles, making the black mark on his nose move, “well I hope I can help,” he starts, placing the clipboard down, and dimming the lights. “however on our privacy policy, we state that there cannot be any guests in the room with patients.”

your heart sinks, finally remembering satoru sitting by your head, “I’m very quiet, I swear I’m here for moral support!” He pleads, grasping your hand.

Choso hums, as if he’s thinking about bending his rules. “well I suppose he could stay, since it’s his mess that you’re here today, maybe he could learn something today,” he teased, keeping his heated gaze on you.

satoru scoffs, fixing his mouth for a response when he’s shushed by the doctor, “ah ah, remember quiet.”

your legs are propped up by the doctor as he slowly rolls your dress upwards past your hips. his eyes glancing at your features to make sure you’re still ok.

this makes your throb, panties dampening with every slight caress of his fingers on your skin.

“curtains open or closed, Ms. y/n?”

OPEN! you wanted to scream but the soft huff from satoru told you otherwise, you don’t think his ego could take another hit.

“closed please.”

another smile, then he disappears. you hear gloves being put on from the other side as you wait patiently for your session to start.

you’ve been panting and trying your hardest not to close your shaky thighs. your core clenching around nothing, feeling your wetness drip through your underwear.

Choso lazily rubs your clit, sometimes missing just to hear you whine, enjoying his job for the first time.

you were gorgeous, from top to bottom, and at this moment you were his.

he stops abruptly, pulling your soaked panties off your core, mouth wet as he sees the slick sticking to it.

on his side table, he looks at his various options of toys, wondering how much you could take, setting on a standard dildo.

he teases your folds, watching the fake dick collect your cream. “you sound so lovely,” Choso groans, slipping the tip in your hole.

you gasp clutching your breasts, face warm from his words. satoru rolls his eyes but palms his growing bulge. tempted to plunge his cock into your mouth.

doctor!Choso expertly moves the false dick, making sure to nudge your g-spot every so often. squelching sounds in the room as you moan, hips matching the pace of the doctor.

whatever it was doing felt so good, better than your fingers, way better than what gojo had tried. you moan louder, rolling against the toy that’s filling you to the brim.

“so good choso, keep going im almost there!” you squeaked, feeling something wet against your clit, almost like a mouth.

satoru stands up, swiftly pulling his pants and underwear down, cock hitting your chin. you moan louder seeing the deranged look on your boyfriend's face. he’s pissed.

opening your mouth, you relax your throat taking the harsh thrusts from both ends to take you. satoru gasps, feeling the tight pressure of your mouth soak his cock.

you whimper, feeling gojos palms around your tits, squeezing and tweaking your nipples, slowing his pace to cum down in your mouth. you gagged, struggling to take all his cum as he slips out your mouth.

after catching his breath he quietly slips out the door feeling triumphant, the thought that only he could cum in you.

“oh, so that’s the problem,” you hear, yes connecting with Choso’s, “he nuts too fast, no wonder he can’t satisfy you.”

you gasp, the curtain slightly open revealing the light pink that dusts the doctor's cheeks.

“is my assessment correct?” he chiles, still trusting the toy in your core, “hm? I need an answer.”

you moan a ‘yes’, leaning up to open the curtain more, “he hasn’t made me cum in months, please help me Choso.”

feeling bold, you take the toy out of your pussy, scooting to the edge of the table-bed, spreading your cunt with your fingers, “I’m begging.”

the doctor watches as your hole clenches still oozing onto the mattress under you. his cock twitches, ready to break another rule of his policy.

his laces his fingers with yours, flickering his eyes on your face as his head dips to lick your core. tongue collecting your slick as he circles your pearl.

you shudder, pushing your hips to his face, pleading for more.

he’d make you cum, a few times. with his tongue, his fingers, a few of his toys, and finally his cock that you were sitting on.

his job completed, yet he still can’t get enough of you, nor could you. after you came in his face he was stunned when it came with rain, soaking his coat and shirt. your hands pressed his face deeper into your core asking for more and more and more.

so insatiable, when you clenched around his fingers, unappeased when you felt the vibration bring a nudge against your g-spot, greedy when you pleaded for his cock.

he’s lucky that the door locks after someone leaves, fortunate that only he has the keys to the room, blessed that it’s soundproof, muffling your moans when you bounce on his lap, pussy sucking him in deeper, skin slapping when you come down.

he can’t remember when he took his coat and shirt off when his pants zipped down only revealing his aching member how your dress bunched around your waist, when your breasts bounced and covered with marks, but he thoroughly enjoyed this.

“one more Cho i swear,” you whined, grinning your hips against his, feeling every vein of his cock inside you, nudging your cervix.

he groans, circling his hips upwards, ready to cum inside you for the billionth time. “yea?” he’s breathless, slowly fucking you as you both arrive at the peak.

you moan once more latching your mouth on his, squirting on his lap, feeling his hot seed fill your hole.

Your heavy breathing subsides, feeling his cock soften, “fuck, that’s was amazing.” he groans lifting you and placing you on the bed.

gathering some warm wet wipes, he cleaned himself as well as you. opening a makeshift closet and finding another shirt and coat. he hands you your dress and smiles. “do you feel satisfied?

“I do, I was wondering if I could come back? just in case the treatment wears off,” you mumble, cringing at your poor excuse to see him again.

He chuckled, fishing a business card from his pocket. “here’s my personal card, call me when you need treatment.” winking walking about the room with his panties in your back pocket.

a/n2 : this was supposed to be short, damn.. oh well

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WRITE SOMETHING SELF-INDULGENT THIS IS A THREAT (/j) IDC IF ITS SMUT OR FLUFF OR GUTRENCHING ANGST JUST WRITE SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY please

The darkness had consumed them.

To tell the truth, it had done that a long time ago, leaving the hero broken and with the cruel expectancy to pick all the shards up themselves. Breaking down wasn’t something to get accustomed to, it was something so familiar, it was almost provoking a relationship of intimacy.

Shuddering, the hero hugged themselves, ignoring the sounds of battle around them, fearing the worst and losing all their hope in the same second. They were certain this was the end.

The hero had done everything they could, they had tried everything to bring peace. Diplomacy had been their weapon of protection but they hadn’t seen the dagger coming that was digging through their armour. Figuratively and maybe even literally.

Violence had been left and the hero had loathed every second of it, right up to the bitter end. They had tried their very best, had used every asset available to them.

And yet, it hadn’t been enough. When after seconds — seconds that felt like hours — they opened their eyes again, hoping the strike would be swift enough for them to die in seconds, they saw something else entirely. Someone else.

The villain stood above them, offering their hand. The warm corpse of the hero’s enemy lay under them, one clean stab wound indicating their death.

The hero’s breath hitched, stayed in their throat until they choked on it.

“Need a helping hand?”

The hero could only stare. They knew they must’ve looked like a monster with blood and mud all over them. Not even the pouring rain could wash it away.

“Get up. Out of the dirt with you,” the villain said gently. Their arm was still outstretched.

Pain built up in the hero’s stomach and then, then, their heart dropped irrevocably and they felt the sweetest relief in the world.

“You came,” they said and it came out breathlessly. Their eyes burnt.

“Just a matter of time.” The villain smiled. “I take a liking to being your knight in shining armour.”

Finally, the hero took the villain’s hand and let themselves be pulled up. The villain did it as if the hero weighed nothing and the hero (completely unprepared) bumped against them harshly. It made them hiss, their wounds tearing them apart. From within and from the outside.

“Easy there, sweetheart.” The villain straightened their posture and pulled the hero up with them. The fight was still going on but the hero allowed themselves to be somewhat hopeful. The villain didn’t only have allies, they had friends.

A fantastic spiderweb of connections and loyalty, it was something the hero would’ve never come up with, no matter the quality of their social skills. Among those were also relationships built on manipulation and dependence. It was clever, devilishly clever.

Once the hero had despised that sort of thing — tricking people and using them into being dependent on one but right now, despite all their moral values, they couldn’t be happier.

“You came,” the hero repeated. Their breath hadn’t slowed down and they were tired enough to rest their head against the villain’s shoulder.

“Couldn’t let my hero die.” Their grip on the hero’s clothes tightened as their eyes searched for any danger around them. There was danger, a lot of it, but for now, a protective circle of henchmen and allies had built around them. “It’s funny, you know. You always look so hot when blood is all over you.”

The hero cracked a smile.

“Oh, fuck off.”

The villain dodged an attack that got through the layers of defense, pushing the hero behind them in order to shield them. When their enemy was just another body on the ground, the hero clawed at the villain’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry I shot you,” they said. The villain’s arm slithered around their waist again and propped them up.

“Don’t worry. I know you’re horrible at flirting.”

#this is such a sweet ask— #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

[sshbpodcast]

Character Spotlight: Jake Sisko

By Ames

We’ve talked a bunch of times on A Star to Steer Her By about how Jake Sisko is the best. He’s one of the best child characters in the whole Star Trek franchise, in both writing and acting (second to maybe Mezoti and/or Rok-Tahk). His relationship with his father is depicted so beautifully in so many episodes, as we’ll surely discuss below. And that kid’s personal style bypasses Wesley Crusher’s in every single way.

So this week, we’re picking up a Jake Sisko holonovel to read as your SSHB hosts declare our favorite Jake-O moments and scrape up some bad moments to consider. Our definition of what a Worst Moment is – which was shaky at best to begin with – gets really stretched this week. So enjoy them all below, listen to our chatter this week on the podcast (jump over to 1:01:52), and prepare for Jake Sisko to make a deal for you to have great damn day.

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Best moments

“A” is for Apple, “B” is for Best friend ever Jake is just a straight-up good kid. So good that we happily forgive everything on our bad list, and this early moment really established what a pure heart he has. When Rom pulls Nog out of Keiko’s school in “The Nagus” and Sisko is about to get all racist at the Ferengi for corrupting his son, we learn that Jake has been sneaking off to teach Nog to read, squashing all the jumped-to conclusions and being the example that everyone on the station needs right now.

Who wears the lobes in this relationship? Speaking of teaching things to Nog, when the two form the Noh-Jay Consortium in “Progress,” which is adorable enough on its own, Jake somehow schools Nog on the value of owning land when they start trading assets around. How a Ferengi doesn’t understand real estate is beyond me, but Jake knows a good deal when he sees one. Turns out Jake’s got the lobes!

My friend’s real sorry for what he did In our Nog coverage on the podcast, I mistakenly sullied Jake’s name, claiming he started a fight with the Skrrean kids in “Sanctuary.” Well I was dead wrong! Jake, the ever goody-two-shoes, actually tries to prevent the fight and then does one better by patching things up with Tumak in line for the replimat later. How I could think Jake would have a vicious bone in his body was my error.

I need to find what’s me While we gave Nog lots of props for pursuing his dream of being the first Ferengi to join Starfleet, Jake goes the opposite path, and we love him even more for it! You’d think with a father commanding a whole station, Jake would go the Starfleet route too, but in “Shadowplay,” he reveals he’d rather pursue something he’s more passionate about.

First let me get the hang of flying at impulse When the away team gets captured during “The Jem’Hadar,” Jake and Nog sneak aboard the runabout to escape. Despite not knowing how to pilot the thing, Jake is able to elude disaster and invaders long enough to be rescued. Add to that the fact that they were there to ensure Nog got a passing grade, and Jake comes out as the hero of this episode! (Sorry, Quark.)

If I go, you’ll be all alone Even though he wants to spend time with Leanne, Jake decides to accompany his father on the lightship in “Explorers.” This episode gives us some more of those patented lovely father-son moments of the two being honest and supportive of each other, as Jake expresses his interest in writing and also that he’s concerned about Ben coping without him if he went away to school.

Something called “Sliding into Second” An episode later in “Family Business,” Sisko relents to Jake’s insistence that he get a girlfriend by going on a date with Kasidy Yates based on his son’s matchmaking skills. And it turns out Kasidy is perfect for Ben! Now whether Ben is perfect for Kasidy is another matter altogether that we hinted at a little in our Ben Sisko post, but let’s just say Jake has solid taste.

To my father, who’s coming home I cannot overstate how beautiful “The Visitor” is, and at the center of it is Jake’s relationship with Ben, undoubtedly the strongest asset of all of Deep Space Nine. Jake’s love for his missing father is so strong and pure that he dedicates his life to getting him back from the white void. Is it what Ben would have wanted? Absolutely not. But is it perfect for Jake Sisko? Tremendously.

You may be a little rusty, but you’re still the Chief When O’Brien has gone through literal decades of torture after his brain adventure in “Hard Time,” who better than Jake Sisko to help reacclimate him to all his tools? Jake, who apprenticed briefly under the Chief earlier in the series, shows characteristic patience and empathy for the man who is clearly in need of much rehabilitation and therapy.

The line between courage and cowardice Cirroc Lofton gets his time to shine in “...Nor the Battle to the Strong,” providing an understandably terrified face to the front lines. Not only does he scrub up to help Julian and the other combat medics as injured soldiers start pouring in, AND thwart a Klingon siege by blasting out the ceiling, but he also reminds us that war is absolutely horrifying, in case we’ve forgotten.

You can always find something that’ll make you smile Yet another feel-good moment comes from Jake in the entire lovetrip that is “In the Cards.” While trying to cheer up his dad by getting him a baseball card, Jake and Nog find themselves running a series of fetch quests that add up to one thing: finding ways to make everyone have a nice day, even in the middle of the Dominion War. It was a breath of fresh air in a very serious season.

Let people read it and decide for themselves While Nog and the rest of Red Squad were entirely taken in by the opportunity to play war, Jake saw through Watters’s bullshit immediately in “Valiant.” He’s able to scrape Nog and Dorian Collins together and save them from destruction. And I’ve got to give him credit for endeavoring to write both sides of the story, without bias or condemnation, even if Watters deserves it.

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Worst moments

Watch the wheel, not the girl Boy, that Jake Sisko has a type, and that type is older Bajorans. We first meet Mardah in the flesh in “The Abandoned,” and not only is she a Dabo Girl (whom we know have sex acts with Quark written into their contracts), but she’s also too old for him. I don’t know what age of consent laws are in the future, but when she’s 20 and he’s 16, it just feels on the wrong side of legal.

Stop calling her Nerys When things with Mardah don’t work out, Jake sets his sights on another Bajoran who’s definitely too old for him in “Fascination”: Major Kira. And sure, you could justify this one by saying that everyone on the station is affected by Lwaxana Troi’s Zanthi Fever, but out of all the uncomfortable pairings, it was this one that just felt kinda gross about it.

I guess I just forgot you’re a Ferengi While we blame Nog for his terrible behavior during their double date in “Life Support,” Jake isn’t innocent either. First, how he let Nog weasel in is just a goofy plot device to make the episode happen. But also, Jake shows naivete on his part for not understanding that this is perfectly normal for a Ferengi, and blaming his friend for his upbringing isn’t a good look.

So you’re Jennifer Sisko, but you’re just not my mom Okay, this one’s a little on Ben too for trusting mirror Jennifer to be alone with Jake, like a fool, but Jake’s whole attitude toward his mirror mom in “Shattered Mirror” plays right into her trap. He is so blindsided by her presence that he doesn’t think rationally, even if he’s heard the stories about how nefarious everyone is in the alternate universe. Jake, don’t trust this imposter!

I can spot a creative soul a galaxy away Jake’s weird thing for older women shows up again in “The Muse” when Onaya easily manipulates the poor boy. This is just an episode after “Shattered Mirror,” when his mirror mom took advantage of his trusting nature and eagerness to believe people have good intentions. And this soul-sucker preys on him so easily because he lets himself get taken in.

How much laundry is too much laundry? One last one that’s on both Nog’s and Jake’s list somewhere, since the two are so intertwined: While Nog has become a complete square in “The Ascent,” Jake has turned into a slob so comically disorganized that it stretches credulity. Nog is literally gone for several hours and when he’s returned, Jake’s laundry coats their quarters. How is that even possible?

These visions, they’re not worth dying for This is one of those instances that’s more bad for Jake than bad for us at home. When Ben is catatonic from prophet visions in “Rapture,” it’s Jake’s responsibility as next of kin to decide his fate. He chooses for his father to live, partly selfishly, even though it’s not what Ben would have wanted. But really, I say they should have put this decision on Joe and not a teenage boy.

Just remember, Bashir is spelled with an I Consistently, it’s a running joke on the show that Jake’s spelling is poor. It comes up a couple of times! Nog has to correct all his spelling in “The Ascent.” Sisko points it out when he reads Anslem in “The Muse.” And clearly he spelled Dr. Bashir’s name wrong in his article from “...Nor the Battle to the Strong” because Julian reminds him of the spelling in “Call to Arms.”

This is where I belong After all the Starfleet personnel have abandoned the station in “Call to Arms,” Jake opts to stay behind to do some journalism work, hoping that his status as the Emissary’s son will keep him safe because the Bajorans will revolt if some harm comes to him. So he effectively makes himself a hostage of the Dominion just for a writing gig. Weird flex, Jake-O.

What about freedom of the press? And then the stories Jake writes about the Dominion occupation don’t even go anywhere because Weyoun keeps intercepting them in “A Time to Stand”! Jake, my dude, you can’t go writing clearly biased stories and thinking they’ll make it to your audience. You think Weyoun’s going to let you interview him when he knows your angle? Oh you sweet summer child.

Anything for a story I’ll admit that Jake’s actions and uncharacteristic ability to see through bullshit in “Valiant” were commendable, but his reasons for being there in the first place were thin at best. He weasels into Nog’s trip to Ferenginar to try to get an exclusive interview with the Nagus. Presumptuous much, kid? This after promising to Nog that he wouldn’t be acting as a reporter on his mission.

Please, no more Vic Fontaine! When Nog returns to the station in “It’s Only a Paper Moon” after his leg replacement and clearly suffering from PTSD, the support he gets from friends, family, and professional therapists alike is laughable. Even Jake. It strikes me as out of character that Jake fails at being tolerant of Nog’s wishes during a painful time. Maybe get the guy some comically large headphones instead of kicking him out next time.

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Send this one off to the presses because we’re done! We’ve still got some more Deep Space Nine characters to spotlight coming up, so keep following along for those. We also hope you’re watching Enterprise along with us over on SoundCloud or wherever you get your podcasts. You can play some dot-jot with us over on Facebook and Twitter, and check your spelling before submitting because evidently there’s no Clippy on DS9!

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[fereldanwench]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo to share some stuff I'm working on so AU rambling it is!

(Also I just realized that I am once again so behind on keeping up with my mentions and asks. I need more hours in the day. 😭)

So as some of y'all know, I am a long-time Tomb Raider super fan, and facets of OG Lara Croft almost always influence my OCs because she is just goals. Valerie was no exception here--Her canon street style and effortlessly cool and tough yet elegant vibes were very much inspired by the one and only Lady Croft.

When I realized that across these three mods (one, two, three) I could make a Tomb Raider Underworld-inspired outfit for Valerie, that just became my sole reason for living for like six hours.

Initially, I wasn't planning on delving into a story or anything with the shots--I just wanted to play with some Tomb Raider-esque settings to get a little break from the high-tech/low-life urban setting to refresh the muse--But then I realized this could actually be the perfect setting to explore another idea I had been sitting on for a while.

I had wanted to play with a Yakuza!Goro AU for some time now (turning to a life of organized crime if Arasaka hadn't picked him up has always seemed like something that could have been in the realm of possibility based on the little bit he shares about his childhood), and Lara does get tangled up with some Yakuza shenanigans in some storylines so 💡💡💡 Treasure Hunter/Yakuza AU: I Only Play for Sport (based on Lara's iconic one-liner in the intro of the 1996 game) was officially born!

Work has been nuts the past few weeks, and I didn't really feel like trying to figure out how to mod tats on Goro myself, so I asked the wonderful @86maylin if she was up for a private commission. Luckily, she was. 🙏🙏🙏 (Thank you again, May!)

This has also been another journey into building with AMM--I have a few very specific scenes in mind, and I wanted them to be in totally original settings created specifically for this AU instead of defaulting to my usual locations (like Hanako's estate).

To kick that off, I decided I wanted to make a little living space for Goro. I got a lot of good practice building a stage, essentially, when I did the little villainess shoot a little while ago, so I felt pretty confident that I could put together something loosely inspired by the Tokyo penthouse Lara visits in Tomb Raider Legend.

That game is almost 20 years old now, though, so the assets there were obviously very limited, and I wanted to make something a little more complete and cozy for Goro's home base, as it were. I'm still not finished with it (maybe like 75% of the way there), but I'm pretty happy with the progress:

And another huge thank you to @bnbc and @arasakas-ronin for y'all's prop packs because they have done a lot to add some of that cool-artifact-treasure-hunting goodness to the scene. (I've used a lot but I think this toy set and this decor set were most prominently used.)

And as for the story itself?

Well, no one's here for the plot, right? 😅

I am slowly working on a couple of photostories inspired by some scenes in the Tomb Raider movies and games, and I have a general gist of the premise: Valerie is a wealthy heiress with a fondness for adventure and recovering lost artifacts with presumed supernatural abilities, and Goro is the right-hand man of a Yakuza boss who has a similar interest in such artifacts. They end up having their sights set on the same artifact (currently unknown to me, lmao, although I am very aware of the issues with the genre when it comes to, yanno, glorifying white Westerners stealing shit from other cultures so I want to be mindful that I don't fall into that same pitfall) and sexy rival treasure hunter shenanigans ensue.

So this is what I've been working on! It's a total pet project, I'm so excited about it, and I figured the time between now and Phantom Liberty coming out would be the best time to just go ham with photomode and mods and create a totally self-indulgent crossover that combines my great video game loves.

And one last thing before I shut up, because I wanna share how Tomb Raider has always been a part of Valerie's background: her surname, Powell, was inspired by Manfred Powell, the antagonist in the 2001 Tomb Raider movie. Bonus fact: I used the name "Nishimura" in this photo story, which is also the name of two characters in the Tomb Raider universe (Lara's friend Toru Nishimura in Legend and her girlfriend Sam Nishimura in the 2013 reboot.)

Okay, if you read all of this, you're now legally obligated to share something you've been working on, too. 💙

#t: wench.txt #oc: valerie v powell #c: goro takemura #ship: goro x valerie #g: cyberpunk 2077 #kinda #au: i only play for sport

[ghost-party]

Today’s drabble is a little spicier… 👀 So, if you are a minor, DO NOT INTERACT!

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Want a sneak peek? Having spent years working for his family’s company, your boss is ready to be reckless and call it quits — but not without his sweet, sexy secretary by his side.

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, power imbalance, workplace relationship, sexual fantasies, age gap (reader is 25 and Toji is 40), size difference (he’s a big man), use of “good girl”

If someone puts another meeting on Toji’s calendar, he’s going to snap.

As it is, he’s already poured himself a generous glass of whiskey from the decanter he keeps in his bottom desk drawer.

Leaning back in his chair with a huff, he idly swirls his drink and contemplates, for what may be the thousandth time, the idea of quitting.

Although he was always expected to join the family business, he had successfully avoided it for years. But then he found himself a college dropout, stumbling from one shit job to the next, until he couldn’t pay his bills and was about to be evicted from his tiny, run-down apartment.

He told himself he would work here for a year, two at the most. He would save up his money, get back on his feet, and then run as fast and as far as he could.

That’s the thing about the Zen’in family, though. Once they sink their claws into you, it’s nearly impossible to escape.

And it was all too easy to grow complacent. Instead of a one-bedroom apartment, he lives in a penthouse. Instead of cheap instant ramen for dinner, he has a private chef who comes several times a week and stocks his fridge.

He drives a brand-new car. He wears expensive suits and ties that cost more than anything he owned ten years ago. He has access to the family’s private jet and their many estates scattered across the globe.

It’s a wet dream for most people. A life of incredible privilege and luxury.

So why is he so fucking miserable?

He takes another sip of his whiskey and rolls his head to the side, staring out his glass door and into the hallway, his gaze fixed on the only thing that’s kept him from giving his notice these past few years.

Or, rather, the only person.

You’re wearing one of his favorite outfits today — a black pencil skirt paired with a red blouse. He can see straight under your desk, where your legs are demurely crossed, and not for the first time, he imagines propping them on his shoulders while he hikes that skirt up to your waist.

He knows it’s wrong. Disgusting, even, especially considering how young you are. Three years ago, he took a chance on you and hired you straight out of college. Now you’re twenty-five and an invaluable asset to the company.

As well as a constant source of temptation for him.

After draining the last of his whiskey, he glances at his inbox and sees that, yes, his only free hour has just been filled with a budget review meeting.

Fuck this. He’s done being complacent.

Lifting his office phone to his ear, he dials your extension, and as always, you promptly answer.

“Yes, sir?”

“Come in. I need to speak with you.”

You waste no time in standing from your desk, smoothing your hands over your skirt before entering his office.

Now that he can see you properly, he can fully admire the way your clothes hug your curves, how your glossy black pumps shine in the mid-morning light.

He would let you keep those on, he thinks. Maybe your panties, too.

Noticing your expectant look, he sits forward and rests his elbows on his desk. In a fit of irritation during an earlier conference call, he had tossed his suit jacket over an armchair in the corner, leaving him in just a pale blue button-down. It’s a little too tight around his arms these days, and as you watch, he rolls the sleeves up.

“Want a drink?”

You blink at him, surprised. “It’s… ten in the morning, sir.”

A low laugh escapes him as he retrieves the decanter and pours himself another two fingers of whiskey. “Live a little, sweetheart. At least try a sip of mine.”

He half expects you to decline when he lifts his glass. But instead, you step forward and take it, your fingers brushing against his.

Now he’s thinking about how those fingers would look wrapped around his cock. Shit.

“If I told you I was gonna quit, what would you do?”

You go very still, processing his words before you finally bring the glass to your lips. He’s impressed when you don’t flinch as the whiskey hits your tongue — even more so when you meet his gaze, your expression resolute. “I would follow you.”

“Oh?” He arches an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk. The effect of it is only heightened by the small scar sliced into the corner of his mouth, a remnant from one of his messier part-time jobs.

“You took a chance on me, and I’m very appreciative of that,” you explain, briefly lowering your gaze as a hint of shyness creeps into your voice. “Whatever you decide to do next, I’d like to help you however I can.”

That phrasing — however I can — has him growing hard. He wonders what lengths you would go to, what all you would do to satisfy him, to prove your loyalty.

“You like working for me that much?”

He pushes himself out of his chair and slowly rounds the desk. Compared to him, most people are small, and you’re no exception. He could easily toss you over his shoulder, throw you onto a bed, hold you up against the wall while he fucks you.

“Y-yes.” You swallow hard before repeating yourself, sounding only a little steadier the second time around. “Yes. You’re a great boss. The best I’ve ever had.”

He chuckles at that, now standing so close to you, he’s fairly certain he can feel the warmth of your body.

“You haven’t had many bosses, have you?”

Looking abashed, you shake your head.

“Even so, I’ll still take that compliment. The best you’ve ever had…” Leaning down, his smile widens when he sees your eyes flicker down to his lips and back up again.

“I bet I could be,” he whispers. “If you’d let me.”

He’s testing the waters, pushing a little to see if you’ll run. But just as he’d hoped, you remain where you stand, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“You’ve always been good,” he says, and it isn’t a question. “A good daughter, a good friend… a good student… a good employee…”

When he reaches out and gently grasps your chin, he can feel you inhale sharply, your pulse jumping as you lean into his touch.

“A good girl.”

You try to nod and find it difficult with him holding your head in place. He strokes the line of your jaw with his thumb.

“Why don’t you show me? After all…” He offers you a wolfish smile, reveling in how you all but melt at the sight of it, your own desire now blatantly obvious.

“… you said you would help me however you can, right?”

#ghost-party’s drabble advent calendar 🎄 #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji fushiguro x reader

[aalt-ctrl-del]

it is very concerning how that the general public forgets that the argument on "abortion" and "reproductive rights" isn't isolated to the topic of "baby in the womb doing stuff".

The whole encompassing topic of body autonomy doesn't start or end at "womb" or "fetus". Those are the buzzwords that republicans love to throw around to simplify the morbid truth of this weird control train. It's what republicans prop up like a cardboard placeholder for the submerged iceberg of everything that they want to control on the topic of body and reproduction autonomy.

And this goes for men too. I know my boys like to pretend that they republicans have no interest in the peepee gun. But the republicans also think condoms and male birth control are the devils work, because dem bois are still killing babies. So when they get done with the ladies, they'll be looking at us all.

Which ties to my next point, aside from birth control measures being removed because it 'kills babies'. The whole topic is a mess because republicans idea of saving babies is for women to get married ASAP and start having babies. Messy. Topic. Bat. Shit. Insanity.

What is more batshit insane than gutting production of birth control and contraceptives, is the general focus on anything to do with the uterus or the ovarian things. Because this is the massive, whole encompassing issue here. In red states, it is difficult if not impossible to get sterilization surgery, regardless the reason. Women and people with uteruses struggle to get healthcare in red states, when their biology connected to the uterus fucks up. Even if the procedure is something that will benefit their quality of life, such as the case of Menorrhagia, Endocrine, Ovarian cysts, and various other illnesses that incapacitate or cause general disruption in health in those with a uterus. Some chemical birth controls help with managing these disorders, but sometimes that isn't enough. Some people go for a hysterectomy, but that all depends. But all of this medical hippa and body autonomy is infringed upon by republicans and red states, under the guise of "Saving babies".

These republicans put the quality and safety of a damn organ, above the person mental and physical health. It's bizarre. It's sick. People with uteruses lose full jurisdiction to their body, because by religious and state ordinance, the body is not their own property. Not fully. The uteruses may not be full of oil, but the republicans sure as hell want to stake a claim in it.

The topic is not a clear cut of black and white, regardless how simple the republican smooth brain schemes tries to posture it. It's dehumanizing and frankly, dystopian. Topics of health and wellness should be governed by no more than two people - the doctor, and the person seeking medical assistance for their body. Governors, Supreme Court, House Representatives - none of those people in those districts have a place in body autonomy regarding a singular organ. They HR, SC, Congress, whoever - they can have discussions of healthcare and affordability and the insurance coverage (which is a fuking nightmare). But when it comes to procedures that people seek to amend personal health issues, they cannot be governed by anyone not privvy to that information.

But that's just a reminder to anyone who thinks "abortion has nothing to do with me because I cannot get preggos". You miss the point it wasn't about babies or pregnancy or protecting/saving anyone. It was about controlling body health and emotional welfare.

You go to the doctors one day because you have heavy bleeding, and you get the results back from tests letting you know "there's a large tumor on your fallopian tube and it needs to be removed." It's not a simple case of scheduling the procedure, even if you have the assets to get this done and insurance that can cover it. Because there's suddenly the possibility you're actually involved in a nefarious plan to kill a baby, and everything about this procedure must be approved by your very red state, just to be sure you're not a heathen. Insurance might not even have jurisdiction to cover it, since this is happening in a red state.

But that's the gist of reproduction rights and body autonomy. It's never been about babies or saving unborn children.

#roe v wade #roe versus wade #reproductive rights #body autonomy #republicans #red states #uterus #fallopian tube #ectopic pregnancy #Menorrhagia #Endocrine #Ovarian cysts #ovarian #cyst

[backjustforberena]

I guess some people don't know the difference between being someone's ally and being someone's friend in westeros. It's also wild how some people "don't understand" why Rhaenys and Corlys joined the war when there's a scene where they talk about their grandkids not being safe anymore and another scene at the painted table where both grandparents look at their grandkids as they declare for Rhaenyra. But some people just think that they suddenly forgave Rhaenyra for killing Laenor and they are all besties now

I mean, from my understanding of it and seeing wider reactions, it's because people assume that Rhaenys's one line about Rhaenyra showing restraint means she's had a total change of heart. And so people believe that because we didn't see Corlys and Rhaenys actively have that discussion about Laenor and the implications of them declaring for Rhaenyra, it means that (at least) Corlys rolled over and was convinced in 5 seconds flat.

So I do understand a bit of confusion about it. We certainly weren't given much information about Rhaenys's change of heart beyond non-verbal cues that you have to interpret yourself, and we did only hear the start of Rhaenys's argument to Corlys to pledge the fleet etc so the moment of decision is taken from us as an audience.

However, even if we put that to one side, there is a lot of information we're given that suggests multiple things that go against the idea that the Velaryons are blindly following Rhaenyra and they have forgiven her for Laenor and now absolutely love her and worships the ground she walks on.

I also just inheritantly disagree with the idea that their involvement in the war has anything to do with warm feelings towards Rhaenyra. No one is propping up Aegon because they like him. The Velaryons have plenty of reasons to be on Rhaenyra's side that have nothing to do with Rhaenyra herself.

Their understanding of the law, and their love for Viserys and wish to support his wishes. Their own sense of right and wrong over the succession.

Their grandchildren, who are now all in danger so long as Aegon is King.

The fact that they have to pick a side. Rhaenys is a Targaryen and a dragon-rider. They have the Fleet. They are too big an asset to remain neutral and couldn't remain so. And House Velaryon have always supported Rhaenyra's claim before.

Rhaenys was held captive and imprisoned by the Greens. Whilst I don't believe this makes Rhaenys want to go to war with them, it does pretty much indicate that if they do, it won't be on their side. She's seen the lengths they'll go to, whereas, at the moment, Rhaenyra does seem to be keeping calm and taking caution.

The Velaryons would get a heck of a lot more influence on the Blacks. Whereas the Greens already have close ranks.

As for them being pushovers? Let's have a look at that. To me, as I understand it, to be a pushover or be a simp or whatever... that assumes that the other party (Rhaenyra) is the dominant one. Or, at the very least, the one with the most power and the most leverage, meaning that Rhaenys and Corlys, presumably, would be stuck doing whatever Rhaenyra wanted and also that they craved her approval or attention.

If you think that that is the case in the scene where Rhaenys and Corlys pledge their support... we have been watching different shows.

Rhaenys spends the entire episode openly defying Rhaenyra. She doesn't bend the knee twice. She doesn't say that her husband will declare for Rhaenrya, she doesn't commit her dragon. Instead, she watches and observes. This doesn't make Rhaenyra look good (or Daemon when he says Corlys is coming to declare and Rhaenys corrects him), and we know that she needs the muscle that Rhaenys and Corlys offer. Ergo; Rhaenys has power. Rhaenyra even gives niceties because she knows this.

They make an entrance, with their granddaughters flanking them. They get announced. They take charge of the room and they catch Rhaenyra off guard.

Corlys tests Rhaenyra. He calls her out, and isn't afraid to point out her weaknesses in front of everybody. He's not giving his loyalty blindly. He assesses her allies, the situation. He calls her "Princess", even, right at the start. Rhaenyra spends all of it looking distinctly uncomfortable. They make her wait for their pledge.

He asks after Daemon: showing that Vaemond's death is not forgotten. If Vaemond's isn't, do you think Laenor's will be? There's nothing to indicate they've forgotten Laenor.

As you've noted, Corlys looks at the grandkids before outlining his reasons to go against the Greens, before pledging loyalty. Rhaenyra knows they aren't doing it for her specifically as she says "you honour me". And Corlys looks to his wife! In no substantial way does Rhaenyra, as a person, factor into his reasons for pledging.

Even after they pledge, the behaviour from Rhaenys and Corlys does not change. They don't magically become subservient. They don't pander to Rhaenyra. Corlys still questions her. And they take control.

The way that scene is done, with the score and the shots and everything: Rhaenyra's side get a major upgrade when Corlys says he's got the Stepstones. How are they weak for that? How are they anything other than a strong ally? Rhaenys volunteers: she doesn't wait for permission or ask Rhaenyra if she'd be okay with that - she's going.

Sorry for the ramble. And the bullet points. I'm just very passionate about acknowledging what strength House Velaryon still has and the logic behind them becoming Team Black. And how they are not going into this alliance to try and suck up to Rhaenyra or in any way blind to it either.

They are in no way meek, biddable, conforming, subservient, submissive, docile or pandering. Or any other word that means that they aren't fully aware of their worth and their value to Rhaenyra.

#bad meta #<- the tag is ironic from ages ago now #i do stand by all of this #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys x corlys #house of the dragon #corlys velaryon

[those-late-night-feels]

Epiphany

Part 6

Word count: 2285

Summary: Things get a little more spicy. 😘

The team came back a few days later. During the debriefing, you learned that the strong woman had been captured and taken to a holding facility, while the other with the laser eyes had been eliminated. Natasha and Peter had grabbed some intel and new vials of what they hoped was a similar serum, but Loki was right, there were others in the compound that they hadn’t prepared for. Despite some minor bruising and a few broken ribs however, they were fine. 

You sat in the lab with Bruce as the two of you studied the new data. While they were gone, the hours that you had put in at the lab had helped tremendously, not only with discovering everything the serum could do, but also how to fight it. 

“This is great work, y/n! I know you were upset with Loki’s idea to keep you here and bring Natasha instead, but you being here helped more than you know.” You smiled at his attempt to make you feel better. His heart was in the right place. 

“Thanks Bruce.” 

“But I expect that you used that power of yours and threw Loki across the compound?”

You snorted slightly in a laugh. You don’t even know the half of it, you thought.

That day in the lab, after pushing him across the room, you stood abruptly, your heart pounding, your body vibrating with this powerful sensation. 

“I need to clear my head,” you told him, and left the room. You spent the next couple days avoiding him, locking yourself in the lab when you knew he would be occupied, going on runs when you thought he might be looking for you.

Tony called you the day they planned to arrive back to give you as much intel as he could, and how to prepare the remaining agents on protocol once they returned. Of course, Tony had asked that you prepare all of the agents, which included Loki. Dreading seeing him again after how you ended your kiss, you knocked on the door to his room, thinking this was definitely not the most ideal place for you to touch base with him. When he didn't answer though, you searched for him in the library, the training facilities, every room in the compound. He was nowhere to be found. Sighing in defeat, you figured he would turn up eventually and headed down to the lab to log in the information Tony had given you into the main database.

Opening the door to the lab, you found the trickster sitting in your chair, legs propped up on the desk. "Are you kidding me, Loki?"

He raised his eyebrows at your sudden outburst. "Did I miss something?"

You rolled your eyes at his feigned innocence. You knew him well enough, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

"Were you looking for me?" he asked, cocking his head to one side.

You ignored his question, you would not play into his game. "I talked to Tony this morning. The team is coming back tonight with an asset in custody. I need your help securing the holding cell and preparing the agents."

"And why exactly do you need me to secure the holding cell?"

You averted your eyes from his. "I haven't been down there before."

He stood, towering over you. "Well, why didn't you say so, darling. Let's go."

You hesitated as he proceeded towards the door. 

"Come now," he said expectantly. "You aren't going to learn stalling here."

*****

The holding cell was at the base of the compound, secured in a cement and plexiglass dome in the middle of the room. Loki proceeded to the far right where a computer system stood, typed in a few command codes and the door to the holding cell slid open smoothly. 

"After you," he said, holding out his hand to indicate the open door.

You hesitated at the opening. "You aren't planning to lock me in here, are you?"

"Darling, if I wanted you held against your will, I'd have a much more creative plan in mind."

Holding back a smirk, you proceeded inside. He showed you around the cell, what to check for and how to check the air vent and locking components. You tried your best to concentrate on what he was saying, but all you could think about was that electric jolt you felt when he kissed you. The nearness of his body to yours made your heart pound. When you turned to leave the cell, he stood there in front of you, unmoving. 

"Have you cleared your mind?" he asked.

"I…um…" With the crook of his finger, he gently lifted your chin up to bring your eyes to his.

Had you? Yes, you were mad at him for what he had pulled in that meeting to keep you here. Yes, he frustrated you to no end. But you also felt this deep desire around him that you had never felt before. Each time you saw him, you craved him a little more.

"If you need more time–" No, you didn't need more time. Using your power, you pushed his body to the bed within the cell. He sat down abruptly, a look of surprise on his face. "What are you doing girl?"

Steadily you walked over to his waiting frame. "What I should have done a long time ago."

You didn't want to spend another second not feeling his lips on yours again. Straddling his waist, you pulled him in to kiss you. Instantly, your bones ached for every part of him. He ran his hands up your back and you flexed upward, deepening your kiss. Finally, you were the one in control, and you would not take it for granted. You grabbed hold and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck, trailing kisses and nips to his ear, his collarbone, his shoulder, the scent of evergreen and leather intoxicating you. He shuddered in delight, making a breathy Ahh when you found a sweet spot below his earlobe. When you dragged your teeth along where his pulse beat, he drew a sharp breath in and flipped you onto your back, him hovering over you.

"How is it that I continue to put you in this position?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face.

"Who says I'm not letting you put me in this position?" you responded back, slowly thrusting your hips up to meet his.

"Careful, girl," he warned.

Biting your bottom lip, you looked up at him, feigning innocence. "Or what?"

He stared down, considering you. You playfully thrusted your hips up at him again and he shut his eyes, like he was trying to control his urges. You smiled up at him, this domineering god who was concerned about your well-being. "It's ok, Loki. I told you. You aren't going to break me."

"You naïve girl," he replied, opening his eyes. "You don't know what I'm capable of."

"Maybe not," you said, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. "But I know what I'm capable of."

Rolling on the bed, you flipped him on his back and sat up on top of him. Concentrating, you pushed his arms up above his head and locked them in place. You kissed him once, biting gently on his bottom lip, then sat up and pulled your shirt over your head.

"Are you going to torture me?" he asked, eyebrow raised, watching your every move.

"Only if you deserve it." You pulled up his tunic, and trailed kisses across his flat stomach. Brushing up against the bulge in his pants, you looked at the taut mound, considering. "Do you deserve to be tortured?"

"Yes," he choked out, and you smiled devilishly, drawing lines down the folds of his pants with your finger. He tried to thrust up at you, but it was pointless, you had control over his body now. 

"Take them off," you commanded. And when he looked at you and his mind-controlled arms skeptically, you scoffed. "I know you can do it."

He tilted his head to the side, a green glow washing over him, and in an instant his clothes were removed, leaving him exposed. His cock was fully erect and waiting for you. He was much bigger than you had been expecting, and your pussy ached all the more. Drawing circles around the base of his hardened cock, you watched as it throbbed at the anticipation of your touch.

"Remember when you suggested my combat skills weren't good enough to go on that mission?" you asked, eyeing his member. He choked out a breath. "How I might not be able to handle things there? How it would be better if I stayed in the lab?" 

You lightly touched the tip of him, the silky fluid coating your finger. He wouldn't answer your teasing questions. "That was a mistake."

"Was it?" he uttered, watching you play achingly slow with him.

"Mmmm," you pondered his response. "I think you forget who is in control here."

"Darling, I've always known who is in control," he said with a sheepish grin.

You grabbed hold of his cock firmly with one hand, the sudden action making him gasp, and he moaned as you stroked him up and down. Up and down. Drawing rings around the head with your finger. Up and down. The noises coming from him–he was enjoying himself too much.

Cupping his balls in your hand, you whispered, "Who is in control?"

He gave you a knowing smile and refrained from answering you. 

Grasping onto them, you pulled slightly. Gently, but firmly, you asked again, "Who is in control, Loki?"

A gutteral aching moan came from him. You tugged once more, a little more aggressive. "Hnmph–you. You are."

Smiling down at him, you slid your pants off and whispered in his ear, "That's right. And now, I'm going to fuck you. So. Very. Slowly."

Taking your time, you slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Leaning over, you grabbed hold of his hands that were locked above his head and placed them on either side of your hips. When you lowered yourself on top of him, you both let out an unsteady breath. Resting there a moment on your knees, you felt the full girth of him inside of you. A fullness you had never experienced before, almost painful but fully pleasurable. 

The movements you made while riding his cock were unbearably slow to him. His face twisted, his jaw clenched, his brow furrowed. His torture had gone on long enough.

Without saying a word, you released him from your grasp and when he opened his eyes, you pulled his hands to your ass. 

He sat up, bringing his mouth first to yours to kiss you fully, and then to your breasts, kissing and sucking on your taut nipples. Taking the tip of your nipple lightly between his teeth, he pulled and you gasped, arching your back to him. 

He stood with his cock still buried in you and carried you to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, his hands holding you up by your thighs and ass. Pressing your ass up against the plexiglass, he held you steady as his cock slid in and out of you with eagerness. You clasped your hands to his back and whispered in his ear, "Harder."

He grunted in response, ramming the full length of his cock over and over into you, skin slapping against skin. Your nails dug into his back when you felt the first wave start to hit you, and bit down on his shoulder as he continued to pound into your aching cunt. Your mouth fell open, but no sound would come out as you lost your sense to breathe, the walls of your pussy clenching and quivering around him as you came. If he hadn't held you up, you would have been a sloppy mess collapsed on the ground. You rode your high as he continued to pound into you and when he came inside you, moaning so loudly you thought the room had vibrated, you felt every muscle in his body flex. 

He held you around his waist as he rested his head against the plexiglass wall, the both of you heaving, your hearts pounding.

He lifted his head to look at your glowing face. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile. 

Ding! 

Your eyes went wide with the realization that the team had landed and were coming down the hall with the asset in tow. Your brain went into panic mode, as you were buck-naked with Loki's cock still inside you. 

An annoyed expression on his face, Loki rolled his head and a green glow emanated from him and surrounded the room. As Steve rounded the corner to the main holding cell area with a few junior agents and the new asset, you looked down to find yourself standing outside of the cell, fully clothed. To your left, Loki stood at the main computer, typing away and the holding cell looked exactly as it did before. 

"Hey guys, everything prepared for the holding cell?"

Loki walked over, clearly you hadn't found your voice yet. "Yes, just cleared the cameras for recording."

You turned your face to Loki, an anxious look on your face. There were cameras? Loki did not dare look at you as he tried to hold back his smile.

"Hey y/n, I believe Tony and Bruce would like to go over Intel with you in the lab." You shook your head to clear it.

"Right, I'll head right up." You'd kill Loki later.

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[thelonesomequeen]

//It’s possible that acting was a career choice because it would give her a cushy lifestyle. Now she’s met a man that can provide that for her instead of her needing to do that work for herself to earn it.//

I hope she's saving her money then, because eventually she'll age, another PYT will catch Chris's eye and all she'll be left holding is a couple of kids and her notarized copy of an iron clad prenup she signed back when she was in love.

Ladies, don't rely on a man to take care of you. It always comes back to burn you in the end. Know your finances, earn your own money, stand on your own two, and make sure your name is right there alongside his on every asset he has.

I’m personally an independent/career woman. It’s who I’ve chosen to be and it’s who I want to be. I take pride in knowing that I’m truly independent and can take care of myself. THAT SAID. I have no issue with a woman wanting to be a stay at home mom that essentially takes care of the home and family. And props to the women who’ve figured out how to master both. It’s all about individual choice. My only advice to women is to just always have a secret rainy day fund and be prepared to care for yourself if it unfortunately ever comes to that. Always protect yourself. Always. Give yourself options should you ever need them. Hopefully you won’t. But life rarely turns out the way we want it to. 🦎

[mindymortondev]

GameMaker Studio 2 or Godot?

In case google brings anyone here because of the title and they're looking for a recommendation, I can't give you much but feel free to keep reading, lol.

Anyways, it's been a second since I updated this blog. It was mainly due to spring break so I've not been working on this for a few weeks. Sort of...

I do have some stuff to show off which I will put in a separate post, but that's mainly some asset-creation things that should be interesting! But no, while it was spring break I did mess around with the project but not in a necessarily productive way (?), I guess you could call it a learning experience. I got to mess around with the Godot game engine.

What was I doing in Godot? Well just recreating the game from scratch, or trying to anyways. I might be insane. Part of me found this Godot engine very novel and exciting, plus it was the underdog so why not try it out?

It was a pretty overwhelming experience actually. Godot is a really awesome engine but I actually don't know if I believe it's necessarily as beginner-friendly as GameMaker Studio 2. This is just my personal experience, however, and I already have some experience with languages like javascript so GML just really clicked with me a little more right off the bat than GDscript did, although that's not to say the language itself was difficult for me to learn. On the contrary, GDscript's syntax was very beginner friendly.

Here's a snippet of some of my code that controls things like which way the sprite is facing, the gravity, friction, and acceleration. These things were very easy to implement in Godot, although it might be because I've already done it once in GameMaker.

I'd say the main thing that made Godot a little tricky for me was you have to use signals and hook up nodes to be able to have them communicate with each other. It took me a second to figure out how this works, which was a real headache while trying to recreate my camera system. Actually, the whole Godot version of my camera system really made me second-guess myself a lot and has kind of shot my confidence a little with Godot.

In general, I think there's a lot of really solid potential with Godot though. While there are far fewer resources, they are all consistently higher quality. And a lot of things are just naturally supported without coding compared to GMS 2. Here's a list of some of the more basic comparisons of how far my project has come:

Controller Support. Godot has built-in controller support and profile editing. This was basically a non-issue. GMS 2 doesn't do this natively but there is an AWESOME script called Input that did everything for me. It's basically even footing but props to Godot for supporting it natively.

Camera Limits. Godot's camera is just a lot more flexible out of the box, supporting things like lerping without needing to code anything nitty gritty and you don't have to code the camera to clamp to the room, because the camera has a limit property which you can just set in the inspector.

3D. Godot has proper 3D support. GMS 2 has 3D but frankly, it's just not made with 3D in mind.

So do I have a final opinion? Well, GameMaker Studio 2 just makes a little more sense to me so my project will likely continue prototyping in GMS 2. However, I really like Godot and want to learn it properly. It's very likely that once this academic year has ended, then I will take the time to do some smaller projects in Godot and really get used to it, and then continue developing Mindy Morton in it 😎

With that said, I'll see you next post with some new assets to show off!

#game design #video games #gamedev #original game #gamemaker studio 2 #godot #coding

[cxnvicts]

-  ̗̀ะ໒ ⋮ ━    「 @shiningstages ー chelsea 」 left a message:

Countess Chelsea has that look in her eyes again. Piercing gaze of a cat who has found the perfect prey, tracking their every move as she slowly saunters over to them. Not trying to alarm them, but her alluring beauty and the way she licks her lips before her smile widens with a subtle laugh, both of those certainly can make anyone weary of the stalking feline. But before the prey can question why they're being cornered like this, she pounces, closing the distant between the two of them before the other can react.

"McQueen~! Just the person I was looking for." Her southern drawl drags the woman's name through the no thick atmosphere, one hand coming up to gently tug the other's chin. "I have...A proposition for you." Up close, you could almost make out the swirl of devotion and lust in her eyes, her hot breath just centimeters away from fogging up the other's glasses. Oh, it was a proposition alright. A thought that just struck her in the night, and that needed to be addressed as soon as one of the artists in the building graced her vision - The oh so lucky sinner, McQueen was.

Gems start manifesting in Chelsea's other hand without warning, presented in clear eyeshot yet just out of reach. "I don't know what your prices are exactly," The Countess starts, fingers now stroking McQueen's chin in an enticing manner, "But, if you could...Draw me like one of your little French girls on the biggest canvas you could find...You'd do that for me, right?" There's an insinuation here, propped up by Chelsea casually shrugging off the shoulders of her jacket, propping up her "assets", by squeezing them with her arms, and giving McQueen an all knowing wink. "I'm thinking it's make the perfect gift for their wall...And maybe you wouldn't mind the view either~" Where did she learn that phrase; does Titanic exist in PTN...Who knows...

❝ GAHー! ❞ If McQueen does not understand the concept of personal space, what with her tendency to swing an arm around another and pull them close as she chats and laughs about, then the same could be said about the Countess, if not even more so. A grunt is all the painter could do as she is wrapped within Chelsea's arms, nearly dropping her precious painting tools in surprise.

Any thoughts to scold Chelsea dies in her throat, however, at the sight of gems and mentioned proposition ( and certainly not because of the lithe digits tracing along her chin ), a thin eyebrow arching both in interest and amusement at the Countess' shameless display. ❝ Well, well. A request from the countess herself? Why, I would have to be a fool to say no. ❞ She smiles, lips curling from ear to ear as she turned to properly face the other. And oh, she's certain to enjoy the view alright. The view of pretty red and blue gems sprawled out on her bed, that is.

Chin now perched between her own thumb and forefinger, McQueen hums to herself, taking the sweet time to eye the Countess from head to toe, smile only turning sly as her gaze falls upon those well-shaped bosoms. ❝ I can do that for you, and more, my countess. ❞ As a master of replicating art, copying another's work and painting Chelsea like one of her little French girls should be rather easy. Whatever that meant. Who even paints little French girls? Rather, what's a French?

❝ Ruby and Sapphire enough to fill my pockets. ❞ She finally says. ❝ And, oh, a kiss from the countess, of course. That's all I ask for my price. ❞ The painter snickers, before returning Chelsea's wink with one of her own.

#shiningstages #╰ * 𝙈𝘾𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉 ： misc. asks. #╰ * 𝙈𝘾𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙀𝙉 ： in character.

[csmean]

Hello its Zoo!

Hello its Zoo (not the literal zoo, though that would be funny) from Stygians. Sorry it took me so long to track things down, I'm a bit of a boomer when it comes to social media, and it took me longer to actually remember... how to log in.. or use...tumblr because the last time I used it was around 5 years ago... 

Anyway, I thought it would be extremely facetious of me to just not address this in the open since I was linked here like 12323 times so here we go. I do want to preface this with, anything outside the Stygians discord and Stygians site/ DA group I prefer not to get involved with because it is none of my business! Nothing and nobody is perfect (and you'd be deluding yourself it you thought so). People make mistakes and poor decisions all the time. Sometimes, they get fixed, sometimes they dont, and its up to you to decide where you want to go from there. I used to be part of Gaiaonline dot com and back in the day we had drama forums instead of asks, and they were all anon random usernames submitting blogs about people they hated, or things they didn't like, or hilariously, ugly adopt designs. The internet is circular, and back in the day I learned just to let those go their natural course as well because sometimes people just need an outlet and/or are miserable and/or just want to see the world burn. Who knows! Anyway sorry longass tangent leading to here:

Regarding guest artist leaks, the juicy part: the reason why I came to directly address this is because it breaks a thousand TOSes (which I'll touch on in a moment) and is a complete breach of contract between the GA posting the leaks, and the species they were hired to be a guest artist on. I mean there's a thousand ethical issues too like, if I am hired to do something somewhere, do I have a right to steal/take that company's assets? Legally, no, but pokemon leaks happen, genshin leaks happen, that kind of stuff doesn't bother me as much. It literally doesn't bother me if people want to post like cropped thumbnails of Stygian leaks from upcoming guests, though it is again, shitty, to do so, its not enough for me to write a 10000 word essay about it, instead of fixing legit site bugs/ working on owed work. What does bother me is ripping off the final sale assets from the guest artists, again this is on me I should have made them more secure, but the catch22 is I didn't expect a GA to actually be this unprofessional as an artist. I'll repeat what I wrote to the guest artists: 

"If you worked hard on something, a piece of art, anything, and someone else took that final product from you and distributed in some format elsewhere (coughnfts), in a way other people can consume the design outside of its intended release, then you can see why this is an issue! Especially so when guest artists not only dropped off their pngs, but also extra assets such as extra backgrounds, props, lore notes, psds just for the owners of these sales. I dont think anyone would be happy, for example, if they bought a design, and someone else had also saved a copy to clone as their own with all the assets, this is still a huge breach of trust. I don't want to go on for too long, because this isn't to shame anyone, this is simply to explain, why this is such a huge issue, especially since this is a policy meant to protect all guest artists as well from being exploited @ having their assets reused elsewhere. Stygians itself as a species has so many opportunities for free designs, there really is no reason to leak guest designs unless its literally to spite the guest artists themselves OTL." 

That's it! 10000 word essay part 1/2 done. Throughout all of last night, I had to deal with multiple dms, chaos, fire, the usual. But I also had to deal with guest artists who had made accompanying pieces of work they spent days on for the upcoming sales voicing concerns their extra work intended for the sale winner would just be stolen and ripped off, and voicing concerns people would just take their entire .psds uploaded. This is where I truly have the issue: the fact that the artists intended them only for a specific use, very similar to if you sub to an artist patreon and get patreon only assets from an artist, those are meant to be consumed just on the patreon (again still an issue but less of an issue if you guys share this via dms but in public is a huge oof). Its all fun and harmless if you are just sharing, but we don't know the intentions of everyone reading on the blog: assets such as backgrounds, .psds, and more can easily be resold/ redistributed. This would probably be known better as art theft. I mean someone once stole my old 2004 pokemon DA art and printed it off/sold it/pretended to be me. Its hilarious, but it sucks, and nobody would want that to happen to their stuff.

I did some backread skimming here but honestly, I get it. Leaks are fun, they're entertaining! I wish I could stop people but ultimately, but I can only try my best to explain why please do not post a full artist's dropoffs for their sake. I mean if for personal/private consumption you linked images for your buddies on discord thats not going to get me as riled up either. Shit like that happens, just don't make it literally a breach of contract shit @ stealing other peoples works for your personal gain/ full .pngs/ .psds etc! 

Thanks again Mushy for moderating this and for reconsidering. It's a wild west out here and I wish you the best. This will be my first and my last submission here, only because I know where I am and I am very aware the fallout from doing this but I feel like this is part of an even larger discussion than just Stygians: to lay groundwork in the future about artist rights, artist permissions, and art theft. Whether you like or hate Stygians, or like or hate adopts in general, I wish nobody no ill will. That's life, you have to take the good with the bad. I'm just here trying to protect 20+ artists and make a stand on why artists NEED to be protected, because so many of them work for pennies, and so many people are just small time artists just doing their best. I'll continue to hire new and returning guest artists for Stygians because again, its hard to get work in these trying times, and I hope other species continue this tradition as well! For those trying to make a new species, you can do it! Its tough work and it involves a lot of crying blood, and your first attempt may end up in failure, but if its a passion you believe in, I think its always possible. Ventures are 50% skill and 50% luck after all. 

Heya, Mushy here! Sorry about my delay in posting, I've been out all day with friends on a much-needed zoo excursion 😂

I am really sorry that all of this has happened. I really shouldn't have entertained the thought of posting the leaked designs. It's been awhile since I've bought something from a flatsale or auction due to not having had any money, but with what little I've saved, I was eager to get something finally, and being able to to participate in the next GA wave had me excited.

But the more I thought about it, I realized that it was incredibly disrespectful to the artists who have worked hard and haven't consented to having their work posted early, and decided against it. As a fellow hard-working artist myself, I am ashamed that I was about to act that selfishly just because of my own deer cravings. As much as I preach on here about breaking free of your cs chains, stygs really do have a death grip on me 😭

Again, I'm incredibly sorry. I love stygians and I love this group, and I'm sorry that I very nearly caused problems for people. I know the search feature on this blog is broke af, but the entire stygians tag on here is just filled with me gushing about them and other people saying nice things about em as well. No group is flawless, but stygs are pretty up there in terms of especially good species groups to be in, and I've loved all of my years with you guys, and I hope to have more.

#submission #stygians

[shadeops21]

Please please ignore the account I’m sending this ask with, tumblr won’t let me delete the blog

Sorry to bother but I was wondering where you get the items to put in the vests for cosplay? Many things aren’t feasible like army equipment or ammo, and I’ve 3D printed the props I can find but I don’t know exactly what everything is in the pockets so it’s hard to find files

If you’ve got the time to share any tips on where you get things or how you find files if you 3D print stuff that would be so appreciated but no rush. Thank you for all of the amazing cos guides you have 💕

This is where things like airsoft and costume props come in.

For things like magazines, you can buy airsoft or prop/dummy magazines to fill pouches (check your local laws first before buying them, as some areas depending on where you live may restrict the sales and purchase of said items). Same applies to items like dummy knives, grenades, strobes and markers, etc. Odds are that there are generic airsoft clones or even just rubber/foam dummy items used for training purposes.

For other things, I personally use the extracted model assets and convert them for printing, then paint/sticker them up where required. I am sure that depending on the asset you need, someone has made a 3D printable version of it somewhere.

I hope this answers your question, but if you have more or need elaboration, please leave your follow-up in the notes!

[andtheghost]

01/11/24 - Disappointed Idealist

I quit a what most people would consider a good job back in 2022. Higher than average pay, guaranteed vacation, a 401k. There were a lot of things happening at the time, but the breaking point was when I had spent the entire twelve hours killing myself trying to keep up with a machine because no one was willing to shut it off to fix it. Downtime means no production. No production is bad. Can you keep up with the work a machine can produce? No, but I don’t give a fuck what your fragile little human body is capable of doing, do it anyway because my numbers are worth more to me than you.

And FINALLY the machine broke down on its own. And after a whole day of constant alarms going off and panicked running back and forth and watching as the product came out at a pace I knew I could never possibly keep up with, everything was quiet, and nothing was moving, and I looked around for the first time in almost twelve hours. Bins everywhere, overflowing with product that was going to need to be fed through by hand. Hours of time that literally nothing got done, because THE MACHINE CAN NOT BE TURNED OFF!!!!!!!! THERE AREN’T ENOUGH EXCLAMATION POINTS IN THE WORLD TO PROPERLY EMPHASIZE HOW IMPORTANT THIS POINT IS!!!!!!!!!

If you die on this floor, so be it. But your coworkers are going to have to work twice as hard now to make up for the production time we lost because of your death. We’ll give a speech about how sad your passing was even though I’ll have to look at my cue cards to remember you even had a name, and mention what a valuable asset you were to the company, but never mention how much of your life you missed in the process.

I ran into the clean room and had a panic attack.

And decided at that moment that I was done. I was never going to be a THING for some corporate fucking piece of shit because I am worth so much more than that. Everyone is, but somehow we all kind of forget that, don’t we?

But I can’t forget it anymore. I had another job briefly later that year, but I felt like the worst kind of traitor the whole time. Fucking liar. The anxiety was constant and, eventually, unbearable.

I haven’t had a job since August of 2022. I would rather slowly bleed the system than prop it up, but I don’t want to do that, either. It’s not really DOING something. Its like passively standing by glaring as the CEO parade comes by with their smiles and their floats and their confetti because they know my existence has no effect on them. A single cog worked its way out of the machine, and there are millions waiting in line to take its place. It’s not helping the system, but it’s not hurting it, either. I want to rip it to unrecognizable shreds with my fucking teeth and set it on fire.

And maybe there’s a third option, but I’m not sure what it is or how to access it, if it does exist.

But the reality is that until someone finds that third option, I would rather drain it than prop it up. There are a lot of people who won’t like that idea, myself included, but I’m just being honest.

That might make me selfish. It’s okay, I am selfish. Humans are inherently selfish animals. They’re also inherently loving animals, but it’s a lot easier to focus on that part than admit the other, and in turn we create a toxic existence where a whole part of our very nature is evil and wrong.

I realized I’m not a pessimist, and I don’t hate people. I’m an idealist. I can see how much better everything could be, for everyone, and I see most people actively working against it, and I can’t read minds. I don’t know if they actually believe they’re doing something good or if they’re just trying to make themselves feel better because they think there’s nothing they can do. I certainly don’t know if I’m doing something good. George Carlin said:

“Inside every cynical person is a disappointed idealist.”

I don’t know if that’s true of every cynical person, but I know it’s true for me.

#andtheghost #text #personal #spilled thoughts #blog #diaryposting #capitalism #work