#idk how to ask them to remove it or even give credit

[goobie-plomp]

#super lesbian animal rpg #slarpg #melody amaranth #meme #why do we have hands #this post was stolen by know your meme #idk how to ask them to remove it or even give credit #ive told them “hey i made this and someone stole it and uploaded it on know your meme without my permission” #but they just ignored me :3

[fayesia]

Okay DONT JUGDE ME PLEASE but I have an idea for mike schmidt. Okay so basically she(y/n) gets these new meds for the two of them it was basically like had idk what it's called but sm that makes them horny af and yk what happens next and also they r just friends when this happens. U can fill in the details with whatever.

a/n: Ahh no trust me i’m not one to judge people ever about what they’re into and stuff like that, obviously it’s different when i’m asked to write about smtg i’m uncomfortable with or if it’s illegal, but nonetheless here it is, i apologise in advanced as i did rush to get it posted but ye enjoy!! 😭

warning: most of my replies to requests i get don’t include warnings but please keep in mind before reading that this will contain ⚠️drugs, taking of drugs, irresponsible drug use!!⚠️ other than that it’s just the usual smut stuff :)

“come on you’re not gonna pussy out on me now are you?” you jab at Mike knowing he was the one boasting about the drug being a placebo that wouldn’t work.

“of course i won’t since i know it doesn’t even work. whoever sold it to you just got a free 30 dollars.” he looks down at you kneeling in front of the living room table slicing the pill in two. You were told by the seller that it was a hormone enhancing pill that was basically just stronger weed, so you were being cautious about how much you both took.

“ok fine hurry up give it here” sitting down next to you, Mike grabs one half swallowing it down in one go, you do the same. After 15 minutes neither of you feel anything.

“see i told you, it’s a fucking scam”

“no no we must’ve not taken it right, come on one more chance pleaseeee” you whine looking at him with your hands clasped together.

“fine. only cause your my best friend” “mike..i’m your only friend but ok”

Taking out two more pills you grab a cup using the base to crush them into a fine powder, with your credit card you finely crush it and seperate the pile of white powder into two even lines. Meanwhile Mike neatly rolls up a dollar bill leaning forward to snort up one line, handing the note over, you sniff up the powder feeling a sharp sting in your nose leaning back against the couch to relax and let everything settle.

First there was nothing and suddenly so much was happening all at once. In two minutes you and Mike had gone from sitting beside each other dazed as ever to feeling heat all over your body. The sensation causing you both to remove layers of clothing to avoid any effects of what felt like heatstroke. “god what the fuck is happening y/n?” you hear Mike say as he removes his clothing leaving him in a pair of black boxers, “idk mikey everything’s so hot and suffocating” you respond back stripping down to just your bra and denim shorts.

You feel the heat rising especially at your core, the denim shorts getting increasingly more uncomfortable once you’ve soaked through your underwear. Raising your head you notice Mike sitting with a pillow on his lap, “Mike…is that what i think it is?” Before he can reply you’ve already removed the pillow, the sudden movement of his body attempting to hide his raging hard on shocks you as you fall on top of him. His arms support you pulling you on top of his lap as you straddle his thighs. Not even caring at this moment, you grind your pussy against his thigh the rough denim rubbing against your clit as more liquid gushes from your pussy. A dark spot forms on your shorts as Mikes hands grab your hips to push you down harder. He abruptly stops,unbuttoning your shorts and pulling them down, he flips you over on the couch so your legs hang off the edge while your back lays on the seats. Kneeling down between your legs he spreads your thighs apart, fingers digging into the soft squishy flesh.

“fucking soaked aren’t you”

“please do something please”

“say it i wanna hear you”

“please touch my pussy”

His nose brushes across your clit through the thin material of your thong as his fingers rub you you’re getting increasingly wet. He quickly rips at the flimsy strings leaving you bare to him, your folds glisten with your wetness as you feel it dripping down. His fingers enter your mouth as you suck on them like you would a lollipop, tracing down past your hardened nipples and to your clit. The first few seconds after contact has you writhing around on the couch, things only getting more intense once you feel Mikes mouth on you. His tongue explores every crevice, caressing your delicate folds and spreading your juices all over. He spits on your clit watching it drip down before collecting it with his index and middle fingers, entering your tight hole and watching it stretch. you moan at the intrusion finally being filled by something, his two fingers feeling like three of your own. You’re so close to coming, his fingertips rubs harder and harder against the soft sensitive spot inside of you, until he removes them. your eyes shoot open widening even more once Mike flips you over onto your front holding both your hands above your head, you’re barely able to turn your head due to the position of your shoulders. The tip of his cock is pulsing and red as it rubs between your folds, poking at your sensitive clit.

The gentle movements lulling you into a further daze, however that’s quick to end once his dick starts easing into your pussy. It’s a tight fit and you weren’t sure about how much would fit but Mike just said “gonna stretch you til’ we fucking make it fit”, his words have you moaning into the couch, spit dribbling from the side of your mouth the more that he enters. His cock is about three quarters in and you’re sure you can’t take any more, that is until he starts pulling out and pushing back in.

Finally he’s all the way in and you’re pulsing around him, your channel trying to fit around the girth of him.

“ok i think it’s fine, you can move”

his thrust start picking up speed, the sound of his hips smacking against your ass bounce off the walls of the room, his heavy balls slap against your clit adding to the pleasure.

“fuck mikey harder please, i’m so close omg”

He picks up the pace going faster and deeper into you, his cock pushes hard against your g-spot spurring you closer to the edge.

“baby i’m gonna cum, fill you up nice and full, fuck you everyday you want that?”

“yesyes please i need you, cum for me baby”

He continues ploughing into you, hips stuttering as he tilts his head back releasing a low guttural groan, you can feel drops of liquid releasing every time he pulls outwards. Finally a stream of Mikes cum pools inside of you, his groans grow softer the more that spurts out, your pussy clamps down on him and more of your come is leaking down his length the droplets staining the couch. Mike rolls over off of you to lay on the couch beside your panting body. The two of you are covered in a sheen of sweat, out of breathe and still coming down from the effects of the drugs you both took. After a few minutes you’re both still in your underwear, Mikes head resting on your lap while you stroke his hair, the two of you thinking about having a discussion on what this would change about your friendship but with the state of high you were both in that topic was for another time.

“well now that we’ve proven it works what do we do now?” Mike asks looking back up at you.

Reaching over to grab something off the table you simply smirk and wave a small clear packet containing two pills, identical to the ones just taken around and hour and a half ago.

~unedited~

#smut #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf smut #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader

[waiting-makes-me-antsy]

Why the KOSA Bill Should Not Pass

tw: ab0rtion talk, assault mention, su1cide mention

also, credit to @the-realest-spot-conlon for getting this strike started. i've known about this bill for a while but until she talked about it, i hadn't really researched what this bill would have in store for the united states.

this will be a bit dark because this is sort of a speech against the KOSA bill and the bill basically wants to ban any talk of abortion, protesting and the LGBTQ+ community from kids under 16- WHICH the parents have no control over controlling what their child could see and the government would basically be saying:

"oh that's inappropriate" to say something like, idk, an inclusive video

and basically sort of brainwashing an entire generation

so yeah this will be a bit dark so don't read if you might be uncomfortable with the topics this sort of speech will have

(and this is directed at the government so when I say 'you' in the paragraphs it's towards the government)

[i removed the first part because it's a bit more personal and uh i dont think it should be shared here :sob]

And while it might seem a bit overexaggerated, it’s true. There are teenagers all over the united states, countries and the globe who face problems like these. And it’s not just verbal. No, there is physical violence and assault, hate crimes happening to students everywhere.

You might now be asking: “What does this have to do with the KOSA bill?”

I hate to say it but the internet has truly been my one and only friend I can ever count on. Who I always know has my back. The LGBTQ+ community doesn’t care if I’m not super skinny or if I have scars lining my arms. They support the fact I don’t really have any romantic feelings towards other people or really just romantic feelings in general. They make me feel normal. That it’s okay to not feel inclined to have and align with the normal gender rules. That I don’t have to follow the binary.

The internet is the only place I can analyze poetry and art deeply with different interpretations and analyzations of every single line, or every single stroke in a painting or word in a novel. Where I can freely talk about my new hyperfixation and no one will stare at me weirdly. Instead, they will respond with another essay.

They won’t say it’s “fucking sad” that I like to write essays in my free time- one of the only ways I can truly express myself because no one at school wants to hear me talk.

And it’s not just a safe place for me. No, it’s a place where everyone as a whole can express their rights and their thoughts. This is our future generation- our future leaders we’re talking about. If the only things that can make us realize what we need to change are censored, how will we ever be able to fix these problems that citizens make? 

Abortion laws. Yes I’m saying that. You want to censor any talk of abortion. What about all the innocent girls out there? Brutally assaulted and forced to ruin their career because they can’t get rid of a baby that’s not even developed yet. That doesn’t even have feelings or a brain yet. It’s just a tiny hint of life, not a fully classified human being yet. An embryo. And so now, they will have to face anxiety, depression, guilt, maybe even shame and ruin for the rest of their lives. 

They don’t have a free choice. But America is supposed to be freedom for the people! And here you are, taking away futures. Taking away future doctors, lawyers and even presidents. Just to save a cell inside their stomachs. Just to make them risk their lives giving a painful birth that will destroy their bodies. No brain, no feelings and no heartbeat. 

We need to know the wrongs in our world to stop them! To be able to protest against them! To be able to stand up for ourselves! So the older generations won't keep making votes that will ruin OUR futures.

Let’s look back at the first right for our states. Freedom of Speech. Huh, sound familiar to your bill? You want to take away protesting from the eyes of our future. From what can help them make the right decisions for our nation. So they can learn to lead. But no, you just want to raise mindless sheep that will bend to your will because they never had any exposure to what can help them break away. 

This bill will ruin lives. It will break apart the nation into pieces like a glass window broken by a bullet. Because if this bill passes, I bet you this: suicide rates will go up. Depression rates: up. Without the comfort of people who you actually connect to, isolation will take over your feelings and it just leads you into a downward spiral.

Imagine you’re a 13 year old who just watched their entire future torn to shreds by a bill signed. You just took their voice away. Their rights away. Possibly their entire life away. Consider that.

#KOSA newsies strike #fuck kosa #stop kosa #kosa bill #antsy whispers speaks

[finchers-ipad]

SE7EN FUN FACTS!! (SPOILER WARNING)

these are my favourite facts/little details about the production!!! a lot of them are from the dvd commentary, ‘David Fincher: Mindgames’ book and other random interviews i have consumed! :)

(thank you to @loosebonez for giving to an excuse to dump these and itch my brain!!)

- Fincher wanted to keep Kevin Spacy out of the marketing campaign for se7en so that his reveal would be all the more shocking, this included not having him in trailers, posters and even his name not being on the opening credits (and on letterboxd Spacey’s name isn’t at the top of the cast list like it normally would be for such a big role but it’s at the very bottom of the cast list, which is very cool and epic of letterboxd)

- (related) in the promotional material , the scene of John Doe’s phone call to Mills and Somerset is included, and because they were keeping Kevin Spacy out of the campaign, FINCHER DOES THE VOICE OF JOHN DOE WHICH IS SO FUCKING COOL!!

- Fincher wanted the film to be a “no colour, colour movie” and therefore kept the production and set design to a very gray/black/green colour pallet so that when colour is used it has impact and draws the audiences attention (seen most notably with the colour red for blood, Johns prison outfit being red to show he is a threat and stand out and the neon red cross over John Doe’s bed)

- Fincher was sent the wrong script when being asked to do the film, as there was multiple versions of the ending, and the ending he was supposed to be sent was one where Mills’s dog’s head is in the box at the end instead of Tracys head. it was in Brad Pitt’s contract that he would only do the film if it had the head in the box ending

- an extra in the back of the barbershop scene was drunk on set, and the extra sat in the chair was worried that he was going to cut him with a straight razor (which was real and not a prop because the props department ran out of them lmao)

- Clive Piercy and John Sabel, who designed John Doe’s diary’s spent 2 months and around $15000 (i found that number online but idk how accurate it is) to HANDWRITE a lot of the diary’s. obviously not all of them are hand written but the ones given close ups on camera and in the opening credits are. there are around 2000 notebooks. there is a special feature section on the dvd where you can listen to them explain how they created them and the ideas behind the information they put in them, it’s very interesting i highly recommend it :3

- in the back of the leather store scene, John Doe can be seen looking at Mills and Somerset through the window from the outside, he even has a limp like the guy working there mentioned. he has a limp because he cut his leg on a window when Mills was chasing him earlier in the film.

- se7en was heavily inspired by the neo-nior films of the 70’s such as ‘The French Connection’

- Andrew Kevin Walker (the scriptwriter) makes a cameo at the beginning of the film as the dead guy at the first crime scene before the opening credits

- Fincher and Arthur Max (production designer) wanted the city that the film is set to be nameless and unrecognisable, which lets the audience think that this type of crime can be going on in any city and all around them. they ensured the anonymity of the city by removing and changing street signs, creating police cars with their own unique design to the film. they also did no large establishing shots of the city, and if they did, they were shots of building exteriors and general unrecognisable images

-Fincher and Pitt both agreed that Mills is a selfish character, and should be presented as such. they amplified this by adding David and Tracey’s dogs last minute, to show that he is so selfish as to move these big dogs into a small city apartment

- there is a deleted scene of Somerset checking out a new house in the country side, which would have been at the beginning of the film and they really liked this cute little cottage that they filmed it at but it was RIGHT next to a maximum security prison so they had to put these massive barrels of hay in-front of the barbed wire to block the view of the prison 😭

- not a fact but the dvd commentary for se7en is available on spotify and it has the audio from the film too which is really cool (please listen to it just to hear how crazy Arthur Max’s voice is)

THANK YOU FOR READING MY INFO DUMP!!! i fucking love this film (if you couldn’t tell already) and i honestly probably have more facts but these are my favourites that come to mind!!! crazy film with silly guys that established Fincher as a director :) (sorry about any spelling mistakes) <3

#INFO DUMP #long post #se7en #se7en (1995) #david fincher #fincher #david mills #william somerset #brad pitt #morgan freeman #films

[mueritos]

Hey. Idk if this is me growing up or just being disillusioned with inter celebs etc. Im a 23 yr old trans man so I grew up and was inspired by chella on the YouTube community. But now I just…don’t like chella man anymore. I feel like…he became an industry plant? Over the pandemic asking fans for money to send to him directly to help others and not showing where the money was going exactly incident as well as just becoming older I noticed he seemed to almost want to become the next Keith haring or basquiat? He almost…now seems very fake? He takes deals with brands to be representation but doesn’t do much to call out certain brands for their faults etc.

Idk anymore

I give Chella credit in that he was one of the few transmen that I looked up while I was young, especially with him being BIPOC. Showing him to my family helped them understand me. But that's where the inspiration kinda stops, because it was painful to be surrounded by years-in-transition trans men online when I was absolutely nowhere I wanted to be. That was a me problem tho. But I also didn't know much about his whole donation incident.

Ig heres what I have to say. It's not great to view other people as your justification of your morals. We don't know how people have had to live or how they live now, we don't know what decisions they have to make, and we dont know what kind of fears or goals they have. Chella is allowed to do whatever he wants with his art or his modelling career, just like how I genuinely believe anyone else in the world is capable of making the right decisions for themselves (even if we dont like those decisions!). Im not really concerned with figuring out if hes an industry plant or a "class traitor" (lol) or even if he's "fake". To be honest, I'm all for BIPOC folks getting their $. Does that mean I enjoy seeing wealthy BIPOC folk perpetuate classism and racism? No. Just cuz someone is succeeding for themselves doesn't mean people cant critique them. I guess what Im saying is I see waaay too many people online take the things they enjoy and the people they follow as projections of their morals: "no! stop [Insert celebrity name] you're being problematic and its makes us fans look bad!" Like....Okay lmfao. People are grown adults and are going to make decisions for themselves. Just because you might enjoy a celebrity does not mean your morals are based on how good of a person they are.

and youre allowed to not like the same things anymore just like how people are allowed to change, for better or for worse. I think within online communities there is way too much pressure on "looking" like a good person versus actually being one...because sometimes BEING a good person makes you look absolutely vile in terms of online spaces/communities love of isolating, removing, and deleting "problematic" (and vulnerable) people from their spaces with no trial, discussion, or attempt at conflict mediation. Yea yea I do think people have every right to be criticized just as they have every right to make whatever decision they want, but what Im trying to get at is to really stop viewing anyone with a platform as someone you can other once they dont meet your standards. This is not the same as denouncing or critiquing someone for really egregious behavior (white supremacy, harrassment, bullying, interpersonal violence). Once you kinda start living by your own morals without needing other people's actions/behaviors to justify/define them, you learn to focus on building connections rather than destroying them.

again, this is a much nuanced topic and you prolly werent expecting me to go into this. but ive grown over the years and have engaged in some nasty and vile mob mentality behavior that i just dont vibe with anymore. im not really the kind of person now to speculate online or publicly what other people are doing or should be doing or whether theyre problematic or not. I don't really care about Chella man or most celebrities rn. People r just gonna be people, and I will always have empathy for those of marginalized identities. Free will, autonomy, and self determination goes both ways, but so does accountability, transformative justice, and reconciliation.

but also like kill ur idols lol

#muertoresponds #like yea its fun having people u follow and look up to man #does it take a lot of time to be following celebrities #there would be days i would just check up on all my micro celebrities #now i just dont give a fuck #theyre people im people we're people #we're all gonna change and do bad and do good #i dont like holding myself or anyone anymore to these fucked up online standards of looking like good people #idc idc idc #this was def not the answer u prolly wanted but its where im at and thats what i gotta say #have ur micro celebrities if u want but like yea #people r people #and so are u #critiques r valid but u cant hold anyone accountable unless they consent to be held accountable #like being held accountable means u choose to be part of the accountability process #not make a lil 5 min notes app apology and be forgotten about in a week because people find their next target #yadda yadda yadda #these r my thoughts

[tenpintsofsundrop]

ooooh man this is a fanfic idea that is so good but idk if I'll have the time to write it

y/n is - like Spencer, someone who is incredibly smart, and she used her intelligence to get a medical degree, and she worked in the medical field for a while before joining the BAU because so many people she treated suffered from violent crimes and she wanted to stop violent crimes at the source. so when she is introduced to the team as 'doctor', Spencer asks what her doctorate is in, and she tells him 'medical science, obviously'

and this immediately puts her and Spencer at odds, because she doesn't think he shouldn't be introducing himself to people as 'doctor' if he can't treat wounds and doesn't fall in line with the typical idea of a doctor, even though he earned his doctorates (and Gideon started introducing him to people as Doctor and making people stand by the title so they would take him seriously because he is young and he looks very young to be working for the FBI)

so immediately they get off on the wrong foot and it puts them in this petty 'enemies' relationship, where she always corrects him and says she is the only 'real' doctor on the team, and always feels the need to flex her greater knowledge of the human body and medical science over him, and they are always in a scientific knowledge dick measuring contest - it's insufferable for everyone on the team

and this could end one of two ways

the typical 'they argue and then kiss' (and then they fuck)

OR - the reader gets shot and she's bleeding out, and she gives Spencer instructions on how to perform a surgery on the spot to remove the bullet and save her life because the ambulance is held up somewhere (like when Kate and Hotch were stranded when she bomb went off) and he saves her life, and she realizes he is way more skilled and smarter than she gives him credit for, and he's like 'you're the one who gave me the instructions on how to save your life' and she's like 'yeah, but you saved my life' - and they're both humbled and brought together by the whole thing (and THEN they kiss)

#fanfic ideas #sundrop speaks #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

[samuel-coe]

Bare Metal - Extended

It's a Starfield slash fic with a minor NPC! I also posted this on AO3 so check it out and give kudos there too if you like. I wanted this to be like 2k words but it's hard for me to cut things down and then fics take forever, so idk how many more I got in me 😩

Anyway this is an M rated fic that's female player character/Frank Renick from Neon and follows the Bare Metal questline, spoilers for that.

The Captain hadn’t expected much to stand out from each of the shops of Neon. They all seemed to be down on their luck establishments with needy shopkeepers, all asking for one thing or another from her.

It was growing late into the night now, her first day ever in Neon. She’d dragged Andreja along with her as well, not really wanting to get lectured by Sam or Sarah if she decided to do something slightly immoral. She’d already been clubbing at the Astral Lounge for a bit, had some drinks, some food. She even tried Aurora but found she’d hyped the whole thing up a bit too much, even spending 5000 credits on a member’s room at Euphorika to try it out in “peace”. Though the Aurora felt good for a few minutes, it wore off and then gave her a bit of a headache. Or maybe the headache was from the Chimera drink she’d also tried there.

The Captain was still up for more exploring afterwards though, and the shops mostly all seemed open. Not paying much attention to what she was walking into, the tall woman strutted right into Neon Tactical with her companion.

Her first thought when walking in was, oh, the shopkeeper’s cute.

He spoke in a gravelly voice. “If you’re here to buy, take a look around the shop. Just keep your hands where I can see them.”

Her next thought was, oh, the shopkeeper’s a bit of an ass.

This man was tall, in a grey tank top that showed off his muscular arms. He had dirty blond hair and short beard and one, piercing hazel eye. The other was covered with an eye patch.

“I don’t want any trouble,” said the Captain kindly with a small smile, she could tell he was on edge. Andreja, who was behind her, wandered to the side of the store to leave them to talk.

The man went on to explain his store’s current somewhat tumultuous situation in a gruff voice. He pointed out his robot companion, Styx, that runs the “complaints department.” The Captain deduced that dealing with complaints meant a load of bullets. The 8 foot robot did look fearsome, even covered in neon spraypaint. She thought it best to not disparage the robot and instead asked of Styx’s backstory, before then insisting she was there to browse and buy.

The shopkeeper seemed to exhale a bit at her interest in the robot, and she was glad she didn’t say something offensive about it. It was becoming clear the man was attached to the rainbow robot.

“...Look at the graffiti they sprayed on his chassis. If I could find the asshole that did that I’d make them pay for a paint removal.”

The Captain nodded along, knowing immediately she’d help him. She asked the man more questions about himself, found out his name was Frank Renick, he was a veteran that fought in the war and that’s how he lost his eye. He found Styx in storage and fixed him up, he talked to the robot like it could understand him, though the robot had limited response capabilities. The whole thing touched the Captain’s heart, she was deep down a big softy and empath, and she let Frank vent his whole story. Plus, she was still a bit buzzed.

“I could track down the person that defaced Styx, if you like,” she told him, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

Frank raised his brows and the gruff exterior faded, “You’d do that? Huh, okay. Maybe I misjudged you.”

The Captain smiled and rested her elbows on the counter, “I can’t allow an assault like that to go unpunished.” She was half joking, but she could also see how much this bothered Frank.

Frank agreed, saying that she could go “scare the crap out of this punk.” Frank already knew it was a Disciples gang member named “Warlord” that did this to Styx, and the the Disciples had it out for Frank and Styx ever since they tried to rob the shop a few years back. Styx shot at them, injuring some and even killing one of the members. It was a dangerous even now for Frank and Styx.

The Captain had heard rumbling about the Disciples gang and the Strikers gang, she’d heard the Disciples were the worse sort but so far she’d stayed out of both of their ways. That wasn’t going to last long though it seemed.

She asked one last question before she set out, trying to understand them even more. “So do people give you a hard time about Styx?”

Franks shook his head, “I know you’ll be surprised, but thanks to my sparkling personality, I don’t really have the easiest time making friends. Styx isn’t programmed to have casual conversation. So most the time I end up looking like I’m talking to a machine and I’m out of my mind.”

That was enough to melt her heart a bit. “Aw,” the Captain replied sympathetically. “Well, I’ll take a look around and then I’ll go track down Warlord.”

With that, she walked over to where Andreja was, with her arms folded with a raised brow. Moments later Frank could be heard talking to Styx about something and the robot errored out and asked him to rephrase. The Captain then went over to the colorful Styx as well and tried to talk to him about what happened, and had similar error filled results. Sighing, she and Andreja left the shop, with Frank talking at Styx and seeming agitated again.

“Well,” said Andreja, “I suppose it’ll be nice to give that poor man some peace of mind.”

The Captain cupped her mouth with her hand, “Can I be honest? I’m so attracted to the broken puppy dog guys. That broke my heart.” Andreja raised her brows, definitely judging her. “I see. Well, he’ll certainly appreciate it if we help him out with this situation.”

The two had already been to Euphorika, out on the Ebbside of Neon. The first time they’d gone though, there weren’t any Disciples there. Now, there was.

A young man in a colorful full body suit and mask was talking to a similar looking person on the couch. The Captain walked up to them and the standing one, presumably Warlord, struck up a conversation. 

“You like art?”

 The Captain cocked her head, “Sure. I like art.”

She could hear the grin on his face behind the dark mask, “Then you should see the tag job on the robot at Neon Tactical! It’s my best work.”

The Captain frowned, this was definitely the guy. “Frank Renick wants retribution for what you did to Styx.”

Warlord snorted, “Hmpf. That cyclops should be thanking me! I dressed up his toy real nice, gave him a total makeover. He’s lucky that’s all I did after what that thing did to my crew.”

The starfarer’s chest squeezed at the cruel name he’d given Frank. She wanted some more answers, asking why he’d done it. Warlord in turn proudly admitted how he wanted to humiliate Frank and Styx as payback.

“...Now every time that cyclops opens his eye, he’s gonna see MY art on HIS buddy!”

The Captain gritted her teeth and asked one more question, asking if Styx really did kill members of the Disciples, which Warlord confirmed. 

“...Lost some good Disciples in that group. If anything, that freak should be paying me!”

Normally, the Captain kept a cool head, tried to talk her way out of unnecessary violence, but her cheeks were burning hot with anger. This punk asshole was a real menace to society.

“So you admit to the crime?” she growled, fingers itching.

Warlord seemed disinterested, but maybe under that a little nervous. “Yeah, I do. And I’ll make art out of your guts if you step out of line.”

She could persuade the thug, but in honesty she’d run out of patience. What use would be keeping this asshole alive anyway? It’d be better for everyone if he was just gone. “Give me the credits for the repairs. I’m taking them from you dead or alive.”

Warlord seemed shocked and then tensed, “Well, if that’s how you want it, we can get messy!” The Disciples reached for their guns, and the Captain pulled up her pistol fast, shooting 3 bullets into Warlord’s mask. Beside her, Andreja unloaded her rifle into the sitting Disciple, who only managed to shoot and miss two bullets before dying. Warlord’s blood sprayed on the Captain’s face and clothes before he collapsed, and she quickly knelt to pick up his ammo and getting out of Euphorika, which was now filled with panicked customers. She hoped that membership she’d gotten there earlier would still be good after this.

When they’d hurried back to Neon Tactical, Frank was there, telling an incredibly bad joke to Styx, who wasn’t understanding. Frank perked up at the sight of them coming through the door.

“Warlord isn’t going to bother you anymore,” the Captain said a matter of factly.

“Good work,” replied Frank, pleased. “I hope you made him squirm.”

The Captain inhaled. “He was actually pretty calm. I had to really try to get him to fight me.”

Frank’s smile turned to surprise. “Oh, you killed him?”

The Captain looked him in the eye and nodded. “Yes. He’s dead. He was a real menace and I didn’t want him causing any more trouble.” It was better that way and they both knew it. Frank thanked her for the credits and told her he planned on getting Styx fixed up and repainted. With a genuine smile he gave her some credits back for a job well done.

The woman hesitated before leaving, she knew the job was done, yet she wanted to spend more time with that lonely man. Other matters pressed her however, and with a wave and a nod they parted.

The next few days, the Captain and Andreja stayed on Neon. They’d solved murders, found stolen music slates, and joined Ryujin Industries to name a few things. She even seemed to transform the culture of the Ebbside by teaming up with the Strikers gang to take down the rest of the Disciples. It’d gotten bloody but was smoothed over with Security. All that and it was seeming like time to leave Neon soon.

However, every time she passed Neon Tactical, the Captain felt the need to go in. She held back though, not wanting to be overbearing to Frank, but realizing she was likely leaving Neon the next day, the starfarer went inside. She’d told Andreja to spend the evening doing her own thing.

“Hey!” How’s Styx holding up?” she asked cheerfully.

 Frank returned a wide smile, “He’s great! Had the paint cleaned up, some dings smoothed out of his chassis and even upgraded his firmware. All thanks to you.” He paused and looked sentimental. “Look, I know it’s ridiculous to be this excited about having that big old tin can around, but he’s still the only friend I got. Come to think of it, after you took the time to help me, I’d say I’ve made a new friend… and you’re welcome here anytime.”

So he was really a softy at heart, wasn’t he? The war, this city, things hadn’t been easy on Frank. The Captain had to admit, she was attracted to this man. She didn’t want to just leave it at this.

She cocked her head and spoke in a husky tone. “Friends, huh? Can I… be blunt?”

Frank’s brow furrowed, “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

The Captain leaned across the counter and tentatively ran her fingers across Frank’s forearm. “Do you possibly… want to get to know each other better? Because I would.” She had to be honest, she was extremely pent up. It’d been months since she’d gotten any action. She found her occasional companion, Sam Coe, pretty hot but the fact he was such a goody two shoes and had his twelve year old daughter with him all the time was a buzzkill.

Luckily, slowly, Frank’s brows raised. He got her drift.

“Oh! S-sure.” His cheeks were turning red.

“Okay,” the Captain continued, playing with the light hair on his forearm. “When do you close?”

Frank checked the clock, “10– er, but I mean I can close now, it’s cool.”

The Captain smiled, “That works. You have an apartment? All I have for now is a Sleep Crate, but I’m sure in a couple months I’ll be able to afford a high rise.”

Frank chuckled, “Oh really, a top floor loft? Yeah, I have a place.” He looked her up and down, perhaps just now taking her in. “I can lock up and we can go now.”

“Lead the way,” the Captain smirked, following him out.

“Keep the place safe, Styx!” Frank told his robot companion.

“Affirmative.” answered Styx, and the Captain was surprised it understood for once.

Frank’s place was right upstairs, a sparsely decorated but tidy place that was definitely bigger than her Sleep Crate. She almost felt bad she let Andeja have the night off but she still had to sleep in that cot.

“Sorry, it’s not the prettiest,” Frank apologized, sounding sheepish. “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure,” the starfarer answered. “Boxed wine is fine, or anything you have.”

Frank rustled around his cabinets, “Yeah, I have one of those.” He held a beer in the other hand, “I don’t drink much nowadays but now seems a good time.”

The Captain took the wine and cheers-ed him. “I agree.” She took a long sip and as did he. Taking a step closer to him she cocked her head. “So, I take it you don’t take ladies back to your place often.”

Frank took another long swig. “No. No, it’s been awhile. That’s for sure.”

The Captain ran a light finger through his beard. “You’re so handsome, though. That’s the first thing I noticed.”

Frank blushed. “Really? That’s sweet. You’re… very attractive as well.”

Taking that as a good cue, the Captain, slowly leaned in and Frank met her lips for a kiss. It felt good, two humans connecting like this. Soon they were kissing deeper, hands in each other’s hair, hands pulling at each other’s clothes. The Captain was down to her underwear, a trendy leather-like green garment set she’d picked up in Neon. Frank’s shirt was off, he had a nice physique though a little stomach pudge, and multiple scars scattered across his torso from the war.

The Captain ran her hands up his sides and Frank followed suit, grabbing her hips and then giving her ass a squeeze. She squeaked and grinned, glad that this was likely to be fun.

They backed into a wall of Frank’s apartment, the Captain pushing him against it while moving her hands down to open his fly. From what she could feel, he was already hard. With a little pull of the zipper he sprung free, and the starfarer leaned back to see what he was packing. Lucky for her, his dick seemed a good size and rather pretty looking too in her opinion. Wrapping a hand around his length she slowly began to stroke while staring him in the eye.

“Wait–” whispered Frank, and then he grunted. The Captain looked down and gasped as Frank came, his dick spurting a thick load of cum onto her bare, muscular thigh. “Fuck!” he grunted, gripping her shoulder hard and the other hand moving to his cock.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him. “Oh, you’re eager, huh?”

“Shit,” he swore, breathing hard. “Goddammit, sorry. It’s been a while.” 

“It’s fine, I swear!” The Captain insisted, taking a step back. “It’s been a while for me too. Let me just wipe this off and we could play around a little differently until you’re ready again.”

Poor Frank’s face was beet red. He slipped away from the wall, apologizing and getting her a paper towel to wipe her skin.

“I’m not upset,” she insisted, wiping off the jizz. “I still want to have sex,” she added bluntly. “Come on, let’s move to your bed.”

Frank's bed was neatly made with dark blue sheets. The Captain led him over to it and kissed the man again, her hands around his face half pulling him down with her on the bed. A calloused hand made its way to her breast, the action seemed ready to be restarted.

The Captain reached for the clasp of her fashionable bra and pulled it off, revealing her somewhat small chest. Frank’s hand went back to her breast and lightly squeezed the nipple, which she answered with a soft hum. The Captain wrapped her legs around Frank's back as they kissed, drawing him closer.

“Touch me,” she encouraged. She didn’t expect much from him but some pleasure on her side would be nice. As if he read her thoughts, the veteran shifted and moved a hand down between her muscular thighs, applying pressure to her crotch over her panties.

“Like this?” Frank asked in her ear in his low, gravelly voice.

She bit her lip and pushed against him. “Mmhmm.”

His hand slipped under her panties to her lower lips, finding their way around until his middle finger found a way inside. “How about like this?”

“Yeah,” the Captain gasped, loving the way his rough hand felt on her sensitive area, gripping his shoulder as his hand worked her in and out. As his beard scratched her cheeks though, she found herself wishing he’d put that head between her legs.

“You want more, don’t you, Captain?” Frank teased. “You’re a wild one.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her skin prickling where his cheek touched her.

His hand turned to more of a rubbing movement, “Would you mind if I used my mouth on you down there? It’s been a while but I liked doing that for beautiful ladies.”

The Captain chuckled, “Aren’t you polite? Who would have thought. Yes please, Mr. Renick.”

He lifted off of her on his hands and knees and moved down to her lower half, planting some kisses on her abs along the way. Carefully he pulled her panties down and off of her, and the Captain lifted her legs up and wide so Frank would have a good view.

She hoped she wouldn’t get his eyepatch dirty, and her chest was tight as the shopkeeper lower his face to her skin, his mouth kissing her folds slowly. His mouth moved methodically, as if looking for cues that what he was doing was working. The Captain responded in turn, guiding him in what felt good.

“Use your tongue like that yes, yes…”

Her eyes had been squeezed shut but she lifted her head to look at the man beneath her, his shaggy dark blonde head bobbing slightly as his mouth lapped at her clit.

Fuck, she thought, the pleasure growing. The Captain tried to relax and enjoy the sensations, the feeling of this connection with this man. His mouth suctioned around her and his tongue explored her up and down, his warm tongue feeling so good she was getting closer and closer.

“Like that, like that, I’m gonna…” she propped herself up on an elbow and moved her other hand to Frank’s hair, firmly keeping him there. Her heels dug into his back clamping him in, the orgasm was coming in quick and hard.

“Fuck! Ahh…” a wave of pleasure hit her and coursed through her body, the suction and the feeling of his tongue on her prolonged the feeling for seconds more. The woman squeezed her eyes shut and cried out. Even as the orgasm had come and gone, pleasure still coursed through her.

Finally she let the man go, and Frank lifted off of her, his beard damp from her juices. The Captain giggled and wiped a bit of it off with her wrist. Looking down between them, Frank’s manhood seemed to be ready for more.

“You look like you’re ready to go,” she pointed out with a glance of her eyes. 

Frank looked sheepish, “I mean, if it’s alright with you…”

She adjusted herself on her back, getting herself ready. “Of course. And I’m on FertiNix. I like it raw, so…”

FertiNix was the current most popular birth control, a yearly shot that even prevented against STI’s. She hadn’t gotten much use out of it lately, but she was glad her luck was turning around.

“Ah, okay.” 

Frank still seemed nervous, so she brought him back into kiss. Taking a hand down, she wrapped around his hard again length and guided him into her hole, then both gasping as he pushed himself inside. After that, Frank seemed to remember his bodily instincts, thrusting up into her first slowly and then getting into a stronger, more confident pace. His size squeezed her wider, it felt big especially after not doing this for a while. She let out a gasp and moan with nearly every thrust as he set the faster pace, her pussy was slick and still throbbing from cumming earlier.

“Fuck, yeah like that,” the starfarer figured he was a guy that would need a bit of encouragement. It wasn’t all for show, she was enjoying herself too. Frank got up on his hands and thrust into her missionary style, some sweat beading off his lightly haired skin. She stared at a little heart shaped burn mark on his chest, all his scars were so appealing to her, she just wanted to kiss them.

After a minute more of thrusting, she had the urge to move more. She was a strong woman who could handle her own, and she knew she could ride this guy into oblivion.

“Let me on top,” she purred.

“You want to go on top?” the poor guy seemed half out of breath, the front of his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Yes, sir.”

Frank smirked and grabbed her by the hips, rolling them over while keeping her firmly around his cock. The Captain giggled and then adjusted, sitting on top of him. “I like this seat,” she teased.

“I like this view,” Frank answered, giving her small tits a squeeze. She smiled back, putting her hands on his strong, yet soft stomach and using her thighs to move back and forth on his crotch, keeping him inside. Back and forth and round and round, his cock squeezed tight inside her and his big hands clutched her thighs, this is what she’d been missing. She wondered who she’d get to do this with next after this.

She began to bounce, the springs in the bed aid her as she plopped up and down on his length, the bounce of it causing her body to shake and their skin to make slapping sounds fill the room. This was extra fun she thought, and she liked the view, beneath her the handsome, one eyed man completely taken by her. This was better than the credits.

Frank’s chest was turning red, it didn’t seem he’d hold on for much longer but that was fine. “Cum for me big boy,” she purred, touching her clit at the same time. “Fill me with your cum this time.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, Frank’s muscles contracted and he grunted, his cock pulsing inside of her and ejaculating his second thick load inside of her. She gasped at the feeling, having a mini-orgasm herself as she put pressure on her clit. Sweat dripped down their bodies and melted into one.

They breathed heavily for some moments before the Captain found the strength to come on off of him. Frank’s sheets seemed a bit of a mess but the Captain didn’t mind getting dirty. She settled into a cuddle with the veteran, putting off cleaning until later as their sweaty bodies began to cool.

“I liked that,” she told him. “Thanks for the fun.” Frank chuckled, “No, thank you.”

“It was no problem. And I needed this.” She snuggled her head under his, into his neck and sighed, putting a hand to his chest and tracing over one of his scars. “I’m leaving Neon for a bit tomorrow. But I’ll be back. It’d be nice to see you again then.”

Frank put a hand around her and gave her strong tricep a squeeze. “Yeah! Yeah, when your travels take you back to this shithole, be sure to come see me. And Styx.”

She smirked. “And Styx.” She sighed. “Soon enough I’m gonna be known throughout this galaxy. I’ll be able to buy a penthouse apartment and my ship will be almost too big for the landing platform.”

Frank chuckled, “You know what? I believe it. Just remember you have a secretly soft, PTSD-suffering one eyed veteran who’s always willing to fuck, back here in Neon.”

“Oh, I will.”

#starfield #frank renick #starfield fanfic #my fanfic #player x frank renick

[thisdreamplace]

hi dreamplace. i need some advice. i’ve been wanting to manifest having a hairless body because shaving is like a killer. 💀 it’s so frustrating seeing the 3d with unwanted bs. so i looked into laser hair removal today and I have enough money for the down payment but then i have to pay monthly for the rest. that sounds like shit for me. 😭😭😭 if a do it, i’ll have to force myself to find a job to pay it off. idek if that’ll work out well for me bc life has been such a struggle for me, sadly. in the end, i guess it’s best if I keep trying to manifest the hair away. bc the money situation stresses me out. so ig the i just need advice on, what do you do when the 3d is showing what you don’t want continuously?? it’s not even just the shaving that gets on my nerves, there’s a career path that I want but literally everything i want just never shows but it dangles in my face lol. just like the laser hair removal. i literally got a full consultation with the nicest woman ever. i got excited, just for my ass to not be able to do it. 🤣 it’s sad but i have to laugh. just ugh. i wish i had a secret code to finally get shit to go right for me, even the smallest things. 😩

hewwo <3

if the 3d is continuously not showing me what i want, i move into acceptance and surrender. bc im done. i'm not about to keep getting so caught up in smth when i have a choice, and could be using my time to enjoy whats going on in my present life. period !

here's the thing about it, u have to feel out ur feelings and allow them to be there. allow the disappointment and frustration but also surrender to it. it essentially feels like giving up. the thing is, u get a lot more clear about everything thru this and youre not so clouded by ur own fears anymore. for example, in ur ask u are so focused on how hard u think ur life is. but its like. to be fair i'm not going to tell u to keep sitting there and trying to force in ur hair being gone thru a manifestation bc clearly its been frustrating for u. however ! even after being so close to get what u want, instead of being open to it u went back to the drawing board talkin about some "even if i got a job whats the point nothing works out well" like !! wat ? how are u going to let life change and allow in ur blessings when u rather reject them... immediately ! so what if u fail ? u did smth different, u stopped pouting about lack and u tried to do smth u enjoyed. that counts for so much more than people give it credit for !! i would really urge u to stop using ur life till now as a blueprint and allow life, when it comes knocking with opportunities, and to allow yourself, to be open to whats coming into view for u. the more u focus on that and less on problems (past or imaginary) the more you'll see things shifting. thats just a fact ! plus i do wanna say too many of yall are obsessed with these wizard results (idk how else to call them rn) that u can't even see a success in front of you. and trust ik those type of successes exist bc it has happened to me plenty. but ALSO. life is a journey before it is wizards of waverly place. in my mind, i would have been like omg ! laser hair removal ! i can afford it rn and the consultation was great ! THIS MUST BE IT. but u saw it is as NOT a successful manifestation and ur saying maybe u should just sit there hoping ur hair disappears ? idgi. sometimes things just kinda appear, thats true. sometimes you actually go through a process and get to experience life. and that is amazing and exciting !

also emphasis on ALLOWING. allowing change, allowing opportunities, allowing emotions, allowing fears, allowing life to be what you want. bc rn this was a moment for u to see even if life gives u what u want, ur not going to allow it. but like a post i recently reblogged said, an anon was saying how they finally realized they already had so much of what they were sitting there thinking they lacked ! like omg, its so insane but so beautiful when we wake up to it. u only saw obstacles in that moment, which highlights ur focus ! let this be a moment of renewal and moving forward in an entirely diff direction ! <3

the secret code is fully you and the way you are perceiving life. its not any technique or challenge out there. our good doctor joe dispenza could really help u on this if u like reading. reading his book, "breaking the habit of being yourself" was the most pivotal thing for me to finally realize how i had been so caught up in who i thought i was, that i wouldnt even allow things to be different and yet i would sit there frustrated about why my 3d isnt shifting in the ways i intended. that book really makes you confront who you actually live as, and helps you start making the shifts into who you actually want to be. this is how your life begins to truly change.

#this ended up much longer than i intended #but i hope it is helpful <3

[riverstardis]

the dying game:

i’m currently in the car going down to london lol

yup putting a cake with sparkling candles down right next to a load of coats is going to cause a fire

zoe using an e-cigarette

cal saying “i can be interested in anything for about an hour, that’s why i became an ed doctor” sjskdkfkrk mood

lily trying to talk to cal and invites him to look at some x-rays from an interesting patient with her after work and he’s just trying to avoid her

oop and ethan sees them talking from afar

okay well my ipad just decided it can’t play the file type after playing just fine for 10 minutes so i guess i’ll finish this later

it is now 2 days later and i’m now on my way back up from london (i watched cabaret yesterday and amy lennox was it, i wasn’t expecting to see a holby actor in the wild lol but she was incredible! i also saw some of the marathon but i didn’t see george rainsford, not that i was particularly trying to tbh but it would’ve been cool if i had) so let’s see how long my ipad decides it can play this file for this time

a high speed motorbike chase ending in a crash? on casualty? what a surprise

cal telling fletch he owes him £40 because he succeeded in sleeping with lily🤢

and fletch going “lily really should know better”

robyn and charlie giving a patient who’s being difficult to lily because they know she won’t take his shit

“fetch me a pair of pliers, if he wants his tooth removed i’ll do it myself” YES LILY SJSKDKFK

oop rita saying her husband’s dead again

the elderly patient who was turning 100 has his letter from the queen

“i never had you down as a drinker, dr chao” “i’m not, i don’t even like wine gums” sjskdkfj i love her

lily asking cal “are we gonna talk?” “about what?” “about what? about your views on warfarin vs novel oral anticoagulant for atrial fibrillation, what do you think i’m talking about?” “like i said lily, everything in moderation” aand of course ethan walks by and hears them

ethan asking cal what’s going on with him and lily and cal going “nothing. i think that’s her problem” ffs he’s so annoying

aw fletch giving rita some money for food even though he’s basically broke

connie calling guy self down and zoe’s so annoyed and baaarely hiding it sjskdkd

urghhh the patient drinking hand sanitizer because lily took his alcohol

“what did guy want?” “guy? he wanted to share your thoughts on the inadvertent holding pattern that we had in reception earlier” “well i’m sure you see just the one death is a small victory under the circumstances” “it’ll be two before the day’s out” HAHAHA I ACTAULLY LAUGHED OHT LOUD GRT HER ZOE SJSKDKFJF

keller and darwin name drop

ethan trying to talk to lily he’s so awkward sjskdkd i love him

lofty telling noel and big mac that rita used to be married and her husband died😬

casualty hitting me with the old lesbians again🥹🥹🥹🥹

aww tess thinking it was lofty that arranged the cake for the patient and telling connie how he’s the only one who would’ve been thoughtful enough but it was actually connie’s idea but she lets him get the credit

apparently this week they’re not showing classic holby and are doing double casualty instead, idk if it’s just for this week or what

#why did this episode take me like three whole days to watch #it played for about 5 minutes on my way home before it decided the file type was unsupported again #sorry for telling y’all about my weekend lmao #classic casualty #the dying game #bbc casualty #casualty

[ninawolv3rina]

I know Javier (the crab guy) is technically for a futuristic/sci-fi thing but I was wondering if you've ever thought about repurposing him into a setting like Duffy's, or Look Into Her Many Eyes.

Also, a broader version of that question is, how do you know when a character isn't meshing well into a story/setting and whether you should scrap them entirely or find another way to repurpose them?

What helps you determine if a character is necessary or can be replaced by someone or something else? Especially if you're attached to the character and/or something the character does in a scene or in the story.

These are REALLY good questions!

RE: Javi. I have TOTALLY considered dropping him into Duffy’s world. I think the biggest clash would be that he and Duffy are very similar characters and her universe might not have the room for two egos if that magnitude. That said, if I ever think of a brief enough plot for them, I’ve thought about how that would go. Look Into Her Many Eyes is gonna be far too low tech and contained for someone like him tho lol.

Character meshing: There’s a lot of factors for this. The biggest time it ever happened to me was with Harriet - in draft one, Harriet was a man. Her character really wasn’t working out for me, because i felt like he was repeating a lot of the same themes found in Marlowe and Arvin. I had to take a step back and think about exactly what you’re asking - what’s not working here? Is it something I can change? Would it be better to remove it entirely?

For Harriet, the answer was No, I can’t take her out. To divvy her lines to Marlowe and Arvin would completely change their relationships with Quincy, and to remove her entirely would be to remove a neccesary part of the narrative - that not everyone is willing to open themselves to change, not everyone CAN be redeemed. So, i needed to change it. But how? What wasn’t working? I think i had two options - change his personality, or change something else. And idk when exactly it hit me, but i realized the tone of Quincy and Harriet’s relationship would change DRASTICALLY if Harriet was a woman. Like, the tension became less predatory (Male!Harriet came off like a sex pest in some scenes), and there was a sense of wry amusement and mutual respect that hadn’t been there before. Also, her relationship with marlowe became less brotherly and suddenly I had a whole new relationship - Marlowe and Harriet have a mother/son bond without me changing almost anything other than the pronouns in those scenes.

Idk if that answered the question. I wasn’t particularly attached to Harriet as a character, more to what she accomplished in the story.

There ARE characters I’ve been attached to that don’t work perfectly. Usually I can just feel that they don’t work before I even get past drafting. Eyes, for instance - I Knew I had to have a priest character for the story to work, but every version of a priest i tried to slot in mentally just didn’t work. that happens a lot - it’s never the character that’s the problem, it’s the Way That They Are. I more often find a hole where i need a new character to move things forward than i find one just taking up space that needs removed. Idk why that is, maybe I’m more efficient than i give myself credit for. I get pretty brutal about what I feel does/doesn’t work before I even start writing (see: my post on headcanons where i talk about axing Quinlowe as a concept)

Anyways! sorry for the ramble and thank you for the question!

#asks #kalposting #i think one other thing is that rn I’m dealing with this with Book 3 #i have a character I NEED to be there but something about him isn’t quite working #i can’t get rid of him and i can’t change too much about him because he’s a recurring character from book 1 #but I’m really in the midst of this right now and idk the way I’ve crafted this series it’s really really really hard to take things out #it’s too enmeshed #so usually it’s a change thing not a removal thing #and usually it’s really obvious when something isn’t working cuz i get stuck on things that should be easy #or i just feel dissatisfied or repetitive

[gladfang]

rating league of legends skins but it’s just rhaast

original: 8/10 the solid classic. simple and incredibly well executed imo. i appriciate the skeletal elements of his face and back, plus the emphasis on how sharp he is. literally every edge of him is sharp and dangerous and thinking about that with his backstory makes me feel insane. even if aatrox’s lore change came first rhaast was the origin of the new darkin and it gets SO much credit for that alone. i wish they’d kept that glowing gaping maw in his chest, that ruled

soulhunter: 9/10 I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER SEEN THIS SKIN UPCLOSE UNTIL RIGHT NOW AND IF I DIDNT HATE HOW IT LOOKS ON BASE KAYN IT’D BE THE ONLY ONE I USE. i adore the flesh and nature elements like the horns looking like tree branches and the duller armour texture, as well as the scythe literally being a MOUTH. THIS RULES. it only loses points because idk the like...Avian feet creep me out. also idk im mixed on the fact he’s showing skin that looks so human qoute unqoute

oydssey/dark star: 7/10 okay i really appriciate what they did with this skin and i love his stupid fishbowl head and like gold decals not really being a face. i also love the textured chest and the gradiant its just that... im not a dark star girl. dark star is a fine skin line, like i enjoy the concept, but idk compared to how GOOD base kayn looks in this skin and the other human characters of the morning star rhaast is just Alright

dawnbringer: 6/10 im being stingy by marking it so low i’m just... i’m furious at the wasted potential of the skin. the trailer promised a more human-esque rhaast to compliment a more demonic kayn and then didn’t deliver... and i do understand thats a model issue rather than a SKIN but it just soured it for me. i also think this skin was just kind of boring, and it didnt feel like either of them? i will give riot props for establishing rhaast is a dawnbringer though, that made me feel so warm u would not believe

snow moon: 10/10 RIOT’S NEVER GOING TO GIVE ME SHIT AGAIN AND YKNOW WHAT? I CANT COMPLAIN BECAUSE GOD THE WAY THIS IS EVERYTHING TO ME. THE PAINTED MASK, THE DEMONIC HUMAN APPENDAGES, THE COLOUR SCHEME (CHROMAS INCLUDED). riot heard me asking where blood moon kayn was and were like ‘here. now NEVER ask us for anything else ever again’ and this skin was so cool i might genuinely do that. im not even taking points off for how boring as shit his scythe is

bonus round:

100/10 legends of runterra: i’m not even that ashamed to say it. the first time i saw this? outloud moaned. i have a witness, they want to divorce me over it, i’m fine with that because with this i don’t NEED anyone else - this is everything i could ever want. this isn’t a critisism really but my only complaint is it took away elements from the original base design, such as smoothing out the sharp edges and removing some of the bestial traits by pointing it more towards...living armor? but i actually enjoy both of those things equally as much as a seperate concept, and if this WAS his base design i wouldn’t be saying make him sharper so it still gets the highest score. this is a rhaast that could hold me in his arms and isnt that what ive always wanted?

#league posting

[battlekilt]

So, this is the custom live-action Wolffe I commissioned. His details are hand-painted and weathered by the artist, D.woon. The kama is an updated version by the artist's supplier. I want a kama supplier. By that I mean, I want all the skirt-wearing Clones. My ARC babies.

Yes, that is a Temuera Morrison head sculpt with him. It is a Cody head that was modified to remove the scar on the left side, then the scar through the eye was carefully carved and painted by hand.

When I receive him, I think I might try and mattify his hair a little and skin a little.

As can be seen, he does have his phase 1 & 2 helmet.

Figure by D.woon

Give credit, kiddos. Even to our customizers.

Wolffe will not be coming home immediately. I sent an HT Rex to the same customizer. He will be adapted to be more accurate to most interpretations of a live-action (ROTS) Rex. So, reshaped helmet, different kama, pauldron—I think that is all? IDK, he's the artist, I just nod and give money. He will be weathered to match.

Each time I look at him, I get giddy. The custom placard by the artist is a wonderful touch. This is the joys of customs because there are always stories behind them. Memories of the process. Such as, this is this artist's second version of doing Wolffe. He shared with us how he did the bicep details more accurately to a later 3D skin update to the animation model.

Do I need a third Wolffe? Well, perhaps don't ask me how many 1/6th scale Rex's I have. Six, the answer is six. Three are by HT. I have two Cody figures; one is HT, the other is Sideshow, so I can have his Phase 1 version. So, obviously, I do need THREE Wolffes. Actually, I need more. I want to get one figure each of the two other 104th colors.

Wolffe is such a special character to me. A very close second after Rex. He has stolen so much of my heart that I need him here with me.

After his return, I think I may customize this same artist, if I can get another slot, to do a Fordo figure. The thing is, I know I want him to be a TCW/ROTS interpretation of the TCW03 version, but also a Phase 2 that is... not so much based on TCW03—make him wear a skirt. Though, there would be a lot to discuss. The artist might recommend doing him more based on ROTS, which might be a different pauldron. He would be WAY more expensive than from some of the other artists I know to commission. I'll look around at them to consider.

With HT's Appo coming out next year, I'll mostly be okay on him. I would like a helmet re-do to include his arrow.

ATM, I am uncertain if there is anything else I think of that needs to be customized, at least until HT's pilot figure gets released—you know, the one I previously confessed I haven't PO'd yet because I've been waffling on it.

How much was Wolffe? A lot. His $$ kept stacking up as we were adding more details to his customization. Plo, I'd ask you to save my wallet, but the damage has been done.

#kilt's world #kilt's miniature people #bucket's miniature people #commander wolffe #sw tcw #star wars the clone wars #star wars #clone troopers #//i am spamming the tags to show off this artist's work

[woozi]

hi yza i hope you’re having a good day ^^ wanted to ask for some advice!

i wanna share original content with the fandom.. similar to you, graphic design (and digital art) has been my hobby for years and recently i find myself wanting to share art with a community who gets it (yk???) but i havent because im so scared of my art/content being uploaded elsewhere, reduced to a “ctto” or even worse, claimed as someone else’s work :/ i remember a carat whose art was recently posted without credit on wv and hoshi saw it and replied and it made the creator feel rly bad. im scared of all of that happening, esp with how easy it is to remove a watermark these days

idk what to do honestly like how do creators live with that feeling :’( any advice is appreciated. thank you so much

hello, my love <33 i def get where you're coming from! realistically, no matter how many "do not repost/re-edit/etc." lines we plaster on our posts (and even in the work itself tbh), there really are just people who'd disrespect that and just go about doing whatever they want. i'd like to offer you some reassuring words to encourage you to share your work, but sadly those things inevitably happen and i can't guarantee you otherwise. i’d rather tell you the truth upfront than offer you flowery words. however!! the joy of creating and sharing my work outweighs all this for me, personally. i also would've never met you guys without it, and that's the biggest thing that always consoles me whenever things like that happen.

that being said this frequently happens to me (just saw another one minutes before this actually lol), and the worst thing is that twice it became a kind of hit tweet that doxxed (not really the best term but idk how else to describe it) my tumblr acc to my irl friends who also like kpop lmfao. the reposter also refused to give credit/take the tweet down and it's still out there tbh 👁 but while i was hurt, all things considered, i'm still here anyway 😋 because i love doing what i’m doing and no matter how corny it sounds, i have all of you to share them with <33 what you feel is very valid, but i also want you to know that you’d be receiving much more love than fear when you share ur work <3

#also reminds me of belle's gifs getting reposted on weverse and jihoon replying to it lmfao 😭 #but yeah!! #it really is up to you but sharing my creations has literally opened up a whole new world for me that i'd also like u to experience <3 #hope that helped idrk what im saying skdjhsadjasd #and thank u for coming to me abt this <33 #hope you're having a good one!! #anon #y.ask #long post

[reii-naa]

Do it, accept the intrusive thoughts muahahahahahaha

- totally not the demons

NO- i will nOT LISTEN!

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who the fuck beleived that-

anyways standard procedure! nsfw under cut, minors dni!

smut , brainrot , Akivili × Aha (idk their ship name imnso sorry-) , human ! akivilli & human ! aha , aha being aha , both are dudes here (i know in-game they're referred with they/them pronouns, but i can't help it🙏) , sex with consent

i totally have lost my shit because what am i doing and what am i writing-

saw the human version of Akivili and Aha and they're HOT

NGHHH HOTTIESSS

credits to the artist for this MAJESTIC ART (edit: it's by @/S4FFI_ in twter/x, the picture about is merely flipped from thr original art)

Aha being the trickster he is, puts aphrodisiac on Akivili's drunk. Reason? Shits and gigs. He wants to see Akivili riled up and how his friend would react. After all, Akivili is the only closest one to him while the rest of the aeons avoid his trickery

out in public, Aha would secretly touch Akivilli in intimate areas when no one's looking after the aphrodisiac is in effect. this makes Akivili so riled up he can't take it and has to leave immediately.

i headcannon akivili as not being able to keep his cool when aroused deeply

the moment Akivili is back to his house, Aha sneaks in through their window (they ALWAYS refuse to use the door) and tackles Akivili down.

at this point, Akivili is so riled up, flushed cheeks, panting as he pushes Aha away with little energy.

Being the Elation himself, Aha laughs at Akivili's state and teases him. Akivili whines, kicking his feet, only to give Aha an opening and placing his foot in between his friends legs, knee rubbing Akivili's crotch, causing the conductor to moan.

"A- Aha, stop..!" Akivili pleads, panting and trying to escape Aha's grip.

"Nah ah~ You look too cute Akivili~ Come on! Let's have fun~!" The jester giggles.

Another headcannon: Aha would have sex in any sort of place outside of the bed. Living room, kitchen, sofa, heck even the garden cuz this guy has NO SHAME

Aha pins Akivili's hands and wrist wit one arm and starts undressing the conductor (he just removes his pants). Akivili tries to protest, but just gets silenced by Aha kissing him.

Then the jester starts to tease Akivili, fingers tracing over the conductors hard and throbbing cock, causing Akivili to flung his head back. Then, Aha full on jerks off Akivili, making the man cum

"Aha, Aha! W- Wait, s- stooooooop~!!" Akivili pleads, eyes rolling back as he cums all over his clothes and Aha's hand. Aha on the other hand, observes Akivili's expressions intently and smirks, looking at the fucked out face Akivili makes.

Aha soaks his fingers in Akivili's cum and rubs it over the rim of thr conductors entrance. This causes him to whine, panting and shaking his head.

Aha wants to just thrust his fingers deep, but that's violating his friend and honestly, he doesn't want Akivili to hate him. He taunts Akivili, asking if he wants to get his fingers deep inside his ass already.

surprisingly, Akivili wants Aha to fuck his fingers deep inside him as the aphrodisiac was too much to bear. chuckling, Aha complies and deeply fucks Akivili, going straight in rubbing the mans prostate for greater pleasure.

Akivili moves around, moaning loudly and cumming rather quickly from being stretched so much.

Aha immediately let go of Akivili's wrist to remove his pants and free his aching cock. Akivili, panting, blushes deeply when he felt the jester rub the tip of his dick on his entrance.

When Akivili begs Aha to give him time to rest, the jester takes their clocks together and jerks both of it off. Akivili's head flings backwards as his hands flail around, having nothing to grip on.

"Wait- W- W- WaaiiiiiIIIIIIIITTT~ ♡" Akivili squeels, cumming again while Aha follows.

Aha laughs as he stops jerking their dick of and aligns his cock with Akivili's entrance. "Let's have lots of fun, Aki! We got the entire day!"

And so, the entire day/afternoon until night, the two fucked in the living room doing various positions and Aha manhandling Akivili. The conductors, whenver his chest his prest against Aha's, would claw the mans back and biceps, leaving marks. Aha doesn't mind tje pain and enjoys tue marks Akivili is leaving behind.

Once they're done, the living room is quite a mess. Aha's back and arm is covered with claw marks, and his neck as quite a number for bite marks. Akivili on tue other hand has a lot of hickeys and bite marks all over his inner thighs, neck, chest, around his nipples, and bruises from Aha's intense hold from manhandling on his waist/hip area, thighs and so much more.

Aha cleans up the living room and brings Akivili to his bed, tucks him under the blankets and spoons him. If Akivili requests so, Aha would prepare a bath for them both before sleeping. Aha would do silly little things like blowing on the bubbles or pushing the rubby duck/ies all over the bath to try and bring up Akivili's mood before he slumbers.

we need more info about Aha and Akivili's relationship

edit: I think I've went insane writing this

#hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #star rail smut #what else do i tag here help- #reiinaa.smut writings

[mushroominlove]

Warnings: poor self talk, non descriptive burn/ hand injury

A/N: I wanted to try my hand at writing a dream I had the other day! It kind of solidified Snart’s place on my f/o list. This is kinda sad i guess idk I don’t write :)

We’d only just gotten our crew back days ago- time was more difficult for me now. What was minutes to us were years for them and I couldn't help but feel further away than before.

A couple fuses down in the engine room were fired from our last encounter and lucky for us Jax wasn't the only mechanic, he also wasn't the only one studying the ship. It was usually him and I doing the brunt of the work, but tonight Kendra was lending a hand. I was thankful, she's always made things easier, but I needed something else to focus on. 

I needed something to do with my hands, something I could hyperfocus on, get lost in, make me stop thinking. Just my luck it wasn't taking, the rhythmic motion of removing wires and repairing circuits and soldering things in place wasn't enough today. 

Jax made her laugh. they were too far away for me to hear the joke and I wasn't trying to listen, but Kendra found it funny. Her laugh was loud, she shushed herself but not before it interrupted me. I couldn't bring myself to be all that upset by it, I mean her laugh was perfect. out of the corner of my eye I could see them, Jax was gesturing into an open panel, likely telling Kendra what was happening in there. she was so smart- she doesn't give herself enough credit there. 

 I hear a pair of softer footsteps walk in. Snart. He just stands with me, he’s not usually much help with this stuff. Mick must be napping or something. He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s looking at me and the exchange on the other side of the room. I squeeze my eyes shut to refocus myself, but my hand never stops moving, I'm almost done with this panel. I open them, I can see again, I strip a couple wires and reconnect them, covering the exposed metal thread I replace the panel. Only one more left. I glance back at the pair across the room, almost envious. "So, which one are you pining after?"

It's Leo, his volume is quiet but deliberate. He's teasing me. I'm in no mood unfortunately, God, I wish I was. my jaw clenches and I shake my head. work the wires, be careful of your fingertips. I think over and over and so I work the wires while I speak, just as quiet.

"Neither one of them, thanks. Jax likes Kendra and she wants to like Raymond because he likes her but she's still mourning Carter. and I don't stand a chance with or against any of them. I mean she's practically perfect and she and Ray spent nearly three years together and I just don't measure up." I couldn't stop the bitter, empty laugh that left my throat at the end. 

And we stayed like that. silently working, finding comfort in just being present. Jax and Kendra laugh. I'm not sure who laughed first but I wasn't ready for it, so I dropped the soldering iron. While it clatters on the panel below it I take a breath deep enough that I feel my chest tighten. And I hold it. I’ve closed my eyes and find myself slowly releasing the breath I was holding. 

Turning my head, barely, his eyes meet mine and I crumble, just a little bit. “How pathetic do I look right now?” I can’t help but ask Leo even though I feel like a wet bag. Heavy and drooped, mopey. Wondering if I look as bad as I feel. His head tilts back and to the side just a little, like he’s trying to get a better look at me. He doesn’t have to I’m right in front of him, but the extra action almost makes me want to smile. He knows this. “Not at all, but you do look sad.” I can’t find it in myself to look at him anymore because he’s right. I am sad and it’s pathetic. 

I’ve only a few more wires to go and then I can nap before Rip inevitably calls us for another ‘mission’. Work the wires and be careful of your fingers. Sighing I shake my hands and take up the iron once more, but only once more as I quickly caught my thumb under the tip of the iron. 

Kendra and Jax are whispering and Leonard’s eye’s bore into my skull and I realized I was shaking. Embarrassing, that's what this is, embarrassing. I can’t even find it in myself to be mad at anyone but myself, they all care too much for me to be able to justify any anger but for fucks sake would it be easier. 

I can’t even stop Leonard from taking the iron from me, I’m so lost in thought, this is ridiculous. I’m ridiculous. He finished my job for me. Granted it was only a couple wires, not hard to do, but my work nonetheless and Snart did it for me. “You know better than that, you are better than that.” In the moment I’m not sure what he’s referring to but I know my face is tense. It probably looks like I’m scowling at him. It isn’t until he’s holding me that I start to come back to reality.

“I’m sorry Leo.” I mumble into his chest. He isn’t exactly too keen on pda. We’ve never hugged before, he’s warmer than I would’ve thought. It’s nice. He’s nice. I’ll tell him later.

He doesn’t smile, per say, but it's pretty close as I break the hug. He gestures to my hand, it’s worse than I remember it being a few minutes ago and I cringe. “Medbay” we say simultaneously and, begrudgingly, I follow him as he guides me by the shoulder. I’m not sure how we became friends. but I couldn’t be more grateful for it.

#toad writes #temporal zone #ahhhh he means a lot to me and i miss him he is my friend and i want to beat him up #i did tell him he was nice and he threatened to shoot me <33 told me to keep it a secret he has a rep to uphold #dreaming mushroom #fic

[campyvillain]

Hey guys just letting you know - if you see my twf art on redbubble up for purchase, that isn’t me selling it. I don’t have a means of receiving any payment online and to date I never have, so there isn’t any way I could set up a means of selling my artwork whatsoever. Anyone selling my artwork is not to be trusted, and for the record, no, I do not and never would give someone else the go ahead to sell my own work. The only one I’d feel safe with selling my art is myself. The people selling my art on redbubble have not reached out to me in advance for permission to use my work and for all intents and purposes they are stealing my artwork and using it for their own profit. This revelation is extra upsetting to me because without a storefront to sell stuff on, there’s no official alternative I can offer to this. I cant receive compensation for this. I know art theft on redbubble is as common as seeing fish in the ocean but this stings a lot more considering my art gets stolen/used without credit all the time but at least then there’s the chance I can reach out to the person using my art to get them to either take it down or credit me. I cannot do such a thing in this case, and even if I could, I’m on vacation with my family and I don’t have the time to worry about this sort of stuff. So the most I can do is make you all aware of the different art styles and indicators of my art so you can spot people stealing my content more easier.

Style 1

vibrant/dulled vibrant colors (this can vary from piece to piece)

chunky, thick outlines

very angular and cartoonish

this is my main style as it’s easier to draw in

Style 2

simplified, limited color palette

big cartoony eyes with smaller pupils that can often look exaggerated to push the expression of the drawing

softer more rounded body proportions, designs have a clear use of shape and are very simplified

thin-medium sized lines

shading and lineart often done in greys

warm tones

Style 3

semi-realistic yet still cartoony proportions

shares a lot with style 2 (same color palette, warm tones, grey shading, has a “soft” look)

painterly, fully rendered, lineless style

lush expansive toned-down colors with lots of red typically included

dreamlike, surrealistic imagery

use of blockier shapes

This is nowhere near all the styles I use as I tend to switch things up a lot, these are just the styles whose pieces get a lot of notes (often in the thousands) and therefore have a higher risk of being stolen and used for profit without my knowledge.

Another thing you should note is that nearly all of my art contains a signature - it’s really simple, it’s just the first initial of my name, Jack, stylized as “J.” with a dot at the end. This is how you can tell that a piece was made by me.

Thankfully, it’s also something a lot of these resellers tend to forget to crop out.

Idk how to end a post like this because i am not used to this type of situation happening to me. Again at the time of writing I’m on a vacation with my family so I don’t want to have to think about this, and I can’t really get involved anyway. So if you browse redbubble (and i’m not familiar with how redbubble works) I ask that if you see my work under a name that is not me, find a way to report it and get it removed.

Even if you’re not a fan of twf or you’re just a mutual of mine I encourage you to share this post around, as I’m a poor disabled nd trans artist and I need all the recognition and credit I can get from my work. Also instead of buying uncredited work you can just like….reblog my art instead? LOL i dunno. I just hope this situation gets resolved quickly as I’m so fucking tired of not getting credit for my work -_-

#so far this has only happened once with the above example but i am not gonna sit around for it to happen again.