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Dream of the Endless Alphabet Headcanons

A/N: Well. I’m back on my bull. I’m deeply in love with this anthropomorphic personification and I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem. As usual with these horny works, 18+ only. Thank you, you’re welcome, and Enjoy.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after)

Where to begin with him… you wouldn’t expect him to behave as he does after the fact. For what is this carnal dance but fleeting feeling to an Endless? You would envision him laying in bed, brooding silence. And then? The slow and somber rise, donning his coat again, for he has duties to attend to, leaving the bed cold as the pallor of his skin.

… But this is not so for you. For when he breathes his last of bliss he sinks deep into the down of your bed, he stays with you. Not even so much as moving himself from your embrace, perhaps even seeking it out, still so gentle and perhaps even timid, despite that not moments ago you were far closer. Perhaps your fantasy would be warranted were you a mere fling… But as his touch, as delicate as the sheets around you will tell… he loves you. Truly. And with that, he will not want to part with so wantonly. And so you will rest a while. You in his arms and him in yours. Perhaps not to sleep but to find comfort in one another. And not just in touch but in words, poetry trickling off his pinkened lips in dulcet tones. After all, there’s no rush in savoring any moment he can have with you. For as much as he’s loved and lost in all his eons of existence, every single one is never the same, and feeling what he feels with you is worth cherishing.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn’t quite know what to make of that… He’s… he’s not like any man. His form is his own and he chooses how he appears. It changes over the ages. He’s never felt discomfort in his own skin- or favored any part of him. He likes who he is all over. The way he is at any given moment. And you? He feels much the same way. He’s a creator himself. He has shaped so many dreams and nightmares, from the beautiful and enchanting to the horrific and terrifying. But in so many creations he has learned that everything holds its own beauty in a sense. Whether it be a grotesque shape that holds its metaphor for human psyche or a beauty’s physicality that inspires horror… there is so much meaning in these things that mere mortals could never comprehend. Not even in themselves. And he sees it in you. The way you carry your very soul through the world bewitches him in a way he’s not sure he can describe. But it’s all because you are you- and there will never be another the same. So whatever being created you he knows not, but he knows your form suits you and what you mean to him, and it draws him to you all the more for it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

You would have to believe it to see it, but the dream lord’s seed literally shines. It flows like honey, bitter or tart like berries (certainly far more pleasant than any mortal’s), and it flows like liquid pearl, subtle rainbows that shimmer beneath the milky white surface when you catch it in the right light (not that that should occur often, though).

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oh my dear, there are many dirty secrets spanning millennia that it would take a whole human lifetime to relay them. He is the bearer of the collective living unconscious, after all. He knows more dirty secrets than even one man could possibly imagine. He will be reluctant to admit a good many of them, but one he might be willing to admit to you is that… well… there isn’t an inch of the dreaming that hasn’t seen its fair share of couplings (yes, not even Fiddler’s Green is a stranger to lovers taking to a shady glade). He never quite saw the appeal of doing such things in such wondrous places… until he became infatuated with you, that is.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I should say he does. He is endless, after all. If not by his own physical experiences from time immemorial, the dreams of others that he has observed over millenia certainly proves most interesting study material. Not to mention much unsolicited advice from his dearly detested sibling (of which he receives with an interesting abundance especially when word gets out that he has taken a new lover- some of which meant to trick him into foibles in his new romance- so be warned, but not worried. Dream knows very well that the best source of inspiration for new experiences is the one who will be a part of that- so in these matters, your council will be his greatest asset, and he will certainly never fail to please in that regard.)

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Above all, he wishes to be able to meet your eyes. There’s little that he desires in the whole of creation than to look upon you- especially when he’s inside you- and to kiss you, and to tell you that you are loved by him. Whilst simultaneously hoping beyond all possibility that with that understanding- with knowing who and what he is- all of him… that you feel the same. And to see it there. Written on your face and whispered in your sighs against his skin? It means more to him than you know.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Dream is… well… he doesn’t seem that much different than usual. Still as stoic and brooding as ever even in romance but… for you? Recently he’s found he’s taken on a bit of a lighter air. He’s been changed. Not just from his imprisonment but by his return to his role and function. For as many times as he’s loved and lost he now has you and this new love in this new age and there is a brightness to you that he finds a bit infectious. Now, don’t go expecting him to be the picture of a blushing beau for that will most likely never be his way, but… you will be no stranger to a coy smirk. A gentle- barely there smile as he awaits the next press of his lips to yours. Severity to a degree lessened on the features of his face that is a result of your words in his ears. And he will not refrain from such gestures when being intimate with you either.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

There is… truly not much of a carpet to speak of- and thats just… canon, from what I’ve seen. He could change it. Might be influenced to do so should he see such a thing in your fantasies. And if he did, it would be as wild as the hair on his head surely. Not unkempt, of course, but… different.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy really brings out the best in Morpheus. None would guess it of him, considering how cold and detached he seems in front of most company. But in yours? Alone? The walls lower a little, just enough to allow you and you alone a glimpse into the wealth and wonder of what he truly feels. You see, the truth is he’s a romantic at the very heart of him.. But it overwhelms even him, and so he does his best to control it lest his own love consume him. So you’ll have to forgive his gentle touches, the delicate brush of fingertips on your skin, how softly he holds you in the night, but know it is so much more than most will ever see. Especially in his eyes that often overflow with his love for you. And this is why he enjoys your company the most. Because it’s not often he lets himself go even a little, but with you? There’s absolutely no reason for him not to.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Oh he doesn’t do this often. If at all. He doesn’t really need to, to begin with. But also if he does feel something for someone to the degree that he feels he does need to touch himself for some relief, he will restrain himself as much as possible, because if he gives into his desires, his sibling will certainly know of it, and he can’t have that. Possibly a moot point since it will only allow his own desire for you fester to boiling regardless… but hey I mean what can you do when your family is like his?

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Praise. Both giving and receiving, but allow me to emphasize that it’s not quite in a traditional sense that he enjoys it. It’s not as though he necessarily needs it himself- he is endless, after all. There is no authority to which he needs to supplicate himself for approval, nor will he demand such a thing from a lover such as you. But when he’s with you… it’s like a match sparks to life inside him. He cannot help but express in as many words how much he loves your touch, the feel of you, with him and around him. It’s like the words of a thousand poets who have ever felt the spark of love write the very words that trickle off his tongue but what the world would not know is that the truth is he had a hand in those very words, and that his love for you, and your love for him is what makes them real. But even more than doling out such elegant praise upon you is hearing it from you. Your own words. His may be calculated but yours are spontaneous and wild and do not exist until you care to utter them. And it is this poetry of your own, unique entirely to you that spurs him on more than anything in the world. Knowing that it is a result of how he makes you feel- and in turn how you make him feel? There is absolutely no greater bliss to him. And whatever you give you shall get in turn.

Also… he may enjoy watching you sleep, watching you dream. He will not do so without your consent, of course. Or do so from afar (which is not unlike how he has observed other sleepers… it’s only different in that he has much stronger feelings for you). And of course, he would never do so in a way that unsettles you. But he finds seeing you in such a state of peace relaxes him as well. Knowing also that your mind still conjures him even when he is not in the dreaming, in the waking world beside you… sometimes he can’t help but caress your cheek, Your form, perhaps even give you a dream that merits the sounds you make when he reaches lower…

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere and everywhere. While a bed is well and good… the fantasy of taking a lover under the cover of night… the temptation of a kiss in the rain… Of the rolling of his hips against yours as the thunder in a distant gray sky, by a fire, or in a sunlit meadow beneath the shade of a wizened tree, strewn with flowers… There’s no place he cannot see appeal making love in. He has seen many such fantasies after all, and he figures what is the point of them all if he cannot emulate some of them with you?

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Beyond a shadow of a doubt, nothing piques Lord Morpheus’s interest like a beautiful mind. By one who is intelligent, imaginative, wise, and not short on bravery. He didn’t see much of these things in people, before or after his imprisonment. But lately he’s been coming around to it more- even though people do not see these things in themselves. And in you? Whether it is particularly true or not to you in your own mind it is what he sees without a doubt.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will not be a master to you. He’d always had a mind to this, long before one such as you even existed, but… His imprisonment… Calliope’s… It’s such a thing he cannot abide, and he’s seen more than enough of it for one lifetime. Even if in a fantasy, it drudges up all those horrible memories of locked rooms and menacing footsteps, of dungeons, and cages of glass and the cold and damp of the stale condensation of his own breath on his naked skin. He cannot see it in him to possess you in any way as a result, and he would ask the same of you in turn. You are his equal in all things if you are truly loved by him, and as such he will provide nothing less to you in intimacy as well. That being said, it should also be noted that your consent matters to him more than anything else. He will not so much as lay a hand on you without a sign from you that it is what you want of him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Well… he will never admit which he prefers, though perhaps he doesn’t truly have one. On the one hand, he does love putting his mouth upon you, drawing from you a rush of thoughts and ideas and fantasies as his cheeks hollow, as though he is feeding not just upon you and the sweetness that flows from you like ambrosia, but on the thoughts that swirl in your head themselves. And on the other… he will admit, your touch upon him, the pleasure in reciprocity… the feel of another similarly drawing his love out of him- more powerfully than he could ever expect of any mortal or God alike- to know also how you feel much the same as he does when he reprises the act upon you, and to allow him to actually enjoy the comfort of another… that is quite something special to him as well. So perhaps he doesn’t have to choose- as is the case with so many things in the world.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Morpheus prefers making love slowly and sensually by far. He knows better than most that love is a wild and varied thing but he himself prefers to treat the act itself much like one might approach poetry. It is a dance and dalliance of form. Practiced, calculated, and yet passionate and spontaneous. All with a single goal to him: to find a greater closeness with you. He will take his time with you, then. Pouring over every part of you, delving and exploring the depths of you until every part of you has seen his love for you. Assuring that you feel him as much as he feels you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He doesn’t often prefer them. He is not so driven by desperation in such a way that would lead him to abandon his senses. Besides, he’s as patient as they come. He can wait to make love to you properly… but that’s not to say he hasn’t had moments, overwhelmed with love for you. Where your kiss has left him wanting with an ache that he simply cannot shake. That drives him to tuck you into quiet dark corners, bodies obscured by his coat of stars as he sends your senses reeling into oblivion.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

On the whole, no. This is not to say he’s not willing to be adventurous with you- not in the slightest. But there is a wealth of difference between adventure and risk. He will never seek to compromise your honor in any way or put you in an uncomfortable position, nor will he try something new without asking you about it first. But he is certainly not opposed when something piques his interest of you or you of him… to explore it in the moment with you. Of that he is certain he will never tire.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A long time. A damn good long time if he has the mind to. A being such as he is not subject to the same restrictions of mortals. He could, as a matter of objective fact, go all night long. So this being said, he ensures your ultimate pleasure first before he himself joins you in bliss, but will be sure to follow you, close behind if not at the exact same moment. And should you wish it, it will not be long before he is ready to please you again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t precisely own toys, but if it is what you wish… he certainly could make them. He would like to think he is enough (and truthfully, because of who he is, that is as a matter of fact usually the case), but if it is simply a matter of heightening your own pleasure and experience, he cannot argue with that, and will happily indulge you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh boy. His teasing could very well be the end of you. He won’t keep you in suspense all the livelong day… lest that is what you wish. But he is very good at timing it out. He will mostly tease you with his words, or light touches meant to spark your attention, then keep you on edge as he waits for you to tell him exactly what you need of him. He will not ask, he will not goad. He will simply wait for any sign from you that you want more of him. Then and only then will he grant you what you wish of him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

With Morpheus, it is entirely dependent on the situation. If he so chooses he can be as silent as the grave, in fact. But that occurrence is extremely rare, best reserved for dalliances that require a certain level of discretion that would otherwise not be required. But when it is you two alone? His moans are sometimes like a melody, deep, and rich, and others swirling airy choruses of pleasure. He’s never one to shout, and nothing that tumbles from those rosy lips will ever be brash or coarse. The epitome of music in the ears is all you will ever hear from him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He should be loath to admit it to anyone other than you, but he quite enjoys (and perhaps even prefers) making love to you in the waking world. He loves the dreaming as well, don’t get him wrong, for it is a part of him as much as he is a part of it… but most humans don’t see their love of the dreaming nearly as much in the waking world. They love the dreaming when they’re in it but put all their worth and importance in their waking life. He is used to that. He understands that… but yet then you in the waking world love him as fiercely as you might in the dreaming. And you show him that you are not alone in this for all the wonder you see in the world, of how your dreams and ideas and love for him and what he represents shapes the world as you see it and how it sees you, in spite of all he’s witnessed from other more wretched humans to the contrary. You’re easily the most staunch reminder he’s received that his existence is more vital than he realizes sometimes. And he loves you for that, and wishes to pay tribute to it in your own realm.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Though you all know I love getting into the specifics, here… I’m afraid it’s quite impossible. Morpheus is of the Endless, after all. His form is never fixed. It changes by his will and his alone… but where your desires lie are also taken into account. So close your eyes, and imagine what you will, for when you open them, whatever your deepest fantasies could conjure is what he can provide.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

… God how does one exactly describe the sex drive of the anthropomorphic personification of the collective unconscious? It’s… quite chaotic, honestly. Sometimes he burns with the thought of touching you and others it’s not exactly his primary focus. This isn’t to say he has periods of non-desire for you, but sex is not the most important thing for him just… in general. He’s in love with you for who you are first and foremost. The rest is as you like.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

The King of Dreams has not much of a need for sleep himself. It’s ironic, he knows, but it is simply who he is. And he will stay awake, as long as you are conscious yourself, for he will not want to miss a single moment he could spend in your waking presence, knowing every little bit of you that he can. But the moment you close your eyes, and drift into his realm… you would be surprised to learn that he joins you. He too rests his eyes, settles into the warmth of your embrace. He may not need to sleep but it is rare that he has moments of true restfulness, and somehow, he finds that task much easier when holding you in his arms.

#oops I did it again #morpheus x reader #the sandman x reader #morpheus #dream of the endless #he's too pretty to not be hot and bothered about #might edit some of this later idk #egg's fics #egg's headcanons

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 2

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2400+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: This started as a simple idea for Tommy. He had different ideas and I can’t say no to those freckles and smile. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for helping me get unstuck. You always have such great ideas!

And a big thanks to @wyn-n-tonic for helping me form thoughts and give this a little shape. I hope I can be a quarter as talented as you one day!

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<<Chapter 1<<

“Would you rather never be able to wear pants or never be able to wear shorts?”

Tommy laughs, his entire body shaking it with it. “What kind of question is that?”

I smirk at him. “Just answer it.”

“I think you know the answer.”

“You do love your Daisy Dukes.”

Tommy pokes my rib and I flinch, giggling as I pull away from him. “Hey don’t attack me!”

Tommy lunges towards me, fingers outstretched as I scream, not moving fast enough to avoid his waggling fingers. They find their way into my sides, tears streaming down my face as I giggle uncontrollably, my body twitching to try and get away, but Tommy just pulls me in closer.

“S-s-STOP!” I throw my entire body backwards on the couch to try and get away, but Tommy comes with me, pressing his body into mine. My laughs slowly subside as he stops tickling me, his eyes switching between mine and my lips. I swear he can feel my heart beating through my chest.

“W-would you rather be balding but fit or overweight with a head full of hair?”

“Way to kill the mood.” Tommy was smiling, but he lifts himself off of me, extending his hand to help me up.

“Which one, Tommy?”

He puffs out some air, eyes shifting up like he’s thinking. “This is a hard one. I mean, look at me.” He gestures to himself and I can’t help but look for just a brief moment.

“Yes, yes. Very hot. Answer the question.”

“Have you seen this hair? I ain’t given’ it up.”

“That’s fair.”

We resume watching the movie and I lay my head on his broad shoulder, hoping that he can’t hear how my heart still beats through my chest.

It’s been the week from hell. Any minor inconvenience happened, mixing in with semi major issues, all contributing to my stress levels being over the top, even more so than normal.

It’s Friday night and, like clockwork, Tommy knocks on my door at 7:30pm. He is annoyingly prompt. I’d almost cancelled tonight, but he's the one thing I look forward to every week.

“Hey Daisy!” Tommy is way too chipper for a Friday night after a week of hard work.

“Hey.”

He whistles. “That bad, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

“Good thing I brought this then.” Tommy holds up a case of beer. “I’ve cleared my schedule for a good hangover tomorrow if needed.”

I can’t help the small smile that creeps across my face. “Thanks. Pizza just got here about 5 minutes before you did.”

“Great. I’m starvin’. Oh, I managed to snag Gladiator for tonight.”

“Pop it in.”

We sit and eat, making commentary on the movie. But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to at least hide my frustration. Something that I was desperately trying to hide from Tommy - he doesn’t need to deal with my shit on top of his. Unfortunately, I’m not as slick as I think, and Tommy is way sweeter than he should be. Maybe laying on his shoulder wasn’t such a great idea. The movie quiets, dialogue happening between some of the characters, and Tommy leans his head on mine.

“You ok?”

I sigh. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t sound fine.”

“It’s just work.”

“Stressing you out again?”

“Just one of those weeks where anything that could go wrong, did. And anything that could take as long as humanly possible, did.”

“You need to let out some of that stress. It’s not healthy.”

I laugh. “Duh. Why didn’t I think of that?”

He’s quiet for a moment and I think I hurt his feelings. But before I can apologize, he speaks quietly.

“You know what you need? You need to get laid. You’re not getting any which really doesn’t help with the stress.”

What did he just say? Did he just suggest I get laid to calm down? Wait, is he offering?

“Yeah well, that may be, but in order to get laid, I’d have to have a boyfriend.”

“Not necessarily.”

“Are you suggesting I go find some random guy to hookup with?”

“N-no. Not some random guy.”

“Then who?”

He pauses. “Me.”

What?

I sit up, turning to stare at him, hoping my mouth isn’t hanging open like it is in my head. He chuckles nervously, eyes darting around the room, barely staying on me, his hands rubbing down his thighs over his jeans.

“You know what? That was stupid. I didn’t mean-”

"We'd have to set some ground rules."

Tommy's eyes snap to mine. "You..You're serious?"

"I am."

Tommy shifts in his seat, straightening himself out while trying to look chill and relaxed.

"Like, uh, like what-what exactly?"

"Hhmm… well, we still remain friends."

"That's a given."

“If one person wants to leave immediately…after, that’s ok. No obligation to stay.”

“Sounds good.”

"We can't get jealous if the other person wants to date someone else."

He’s silent a moment. “Seems fair.”

“And…oh, if either of us wants to call it off, it’s off. No hard feelings.”

“Oh, I can’t promise I won’t have hard feelings,” Tommy smirks at his joke as I roll my eyes, a smile on my face.

“Deal?” I stick my hand out.

Tommy looks at my hand. “Oh darlin’. That’s not how we’re sealin’ this deal.”

A rush of wet goes straight between my thighs and I try to swallow back the sound I just made.

Tommy chuckles darkly while he shakes my now sweaty hand. “Deal.”

He pulls me close, his large, warm hand coming up to cradle my cheek, fingers wrapping around the back of my head and winding their way into my hair. His lips are just above mine, his breath warm and hot on mine.

“Are you sure, darlin’?”

My head is full of desire, Tommy’s scent surrounding me, his hand grounding me to him, but I manage a nod.

“Yes,” I sigh.

He presses his lips to mine, soft and warm, tasting slightly of tobacco, as they gently push mine apart, his tongue sliding into my mouth. My hands slide up his broad chest, settling there for a moment as we both moan and get lost in a kiss that feels like we had both had been waiting for.

I throw my leg over his lap and straddle him, my hands sliding up to his face to tug at his curls at the back of his head. He moans and I do too, rolling my hips to get some kind of friction on my rapidly heating cunt. Tommy’s hands grip my hips, guiding me and helping me grind down more as I whine into his mouth and feel him harden under his jeans.

I throw my head back, gasping out his name as he kisses my chest, pulling at the hem of my shirt. I get the hint, yanking my shirt from me and throwing it across the room, my fingers already undoing my bra clasp before my shirt hits the floor, the bra joining it a moment later.

“Oh shit!” I cry out, as Tommy latches onto one of my nipples, sucking, licking, and nibbling as he still guides my hips to roll over his jean–clad erection. He switches to the other side, moaning when I tug his hair more.

Suddenly, he stands, sliding his hands under my ass as I wrap my legs around him, our lips finding each other as he marches down the hall to my room, kicking the door open. I giggle as he tosses me on the bed, grabbing my ankles and yanking me towards the edge of it. A quick glance up at me for a final confirmation, and my enthusiastic nod has him undoing my pants, quickly sliding them off and tossing them behind him. He stares down at my panties and I’m grateful that I actually wore cute ones today instead of my regular "I don't give a fuck" underwear. He reaches for my pant line but I stop him.

“Wait…you have entirely too many clothes on.”

He smirks, his eyes darkening even more. “You’re absolutely right.”

He sheds his shirt and while I knew how he was built, it was never in this situation. Outside of my fantasies, of course. He undoes the button on his jeans, sliding them down and off, balancing on each foot to take off his socks, both of us giggling as he nearly falls over in doing so. Then he’s back by me, fingers dancing at the hem of my panties for a moment before he hooks his fingers in, sliding them down and off, his eyes never leaving my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re prettier’n I imagined.”

He leans his head down, but I put my hand out to stop him. He looks up at me from between my legs, concern on his face.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Do you not want me to?”

I can feel the heat coming off my cheeks because yes, I very much want him to do that. “No, of course I do. Like, I really do….But we agreed to sex and you don’t have to do all of…this.” I wave my hand around, aiming it between my thighs.

“Darlin’, we agreed to be friends with benefits. Not friends with some benefits. You get my dick, but you also get my mouth too.”

And before I can say anything else, he licks up the center of me and I whine, my back pushing further into the bed as he pries my legs open wider, using his broad shoulders to hold them open. He licks at me like he’d been dying to do this the entire time we’ve known each other, sucking gently and nibbling at my inner thigh. His finger comes up to my entrance as he rubs slow, small circles there, gathering up my arousal before slowly pushing in. I cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he pulls his finger out, adding another as he pushes in, curling his finger and tapping until he found the spot I desperately hoped he would find.

“There! Oh shit, there!”

He scissors his fingers, licking and sucking at my clit and my hand flies out, gripping those beautiful curls. I look down at him between my thighs and he must feel my eyes on him. He looks up at me and smirks, his tongue darting out to lick at my clit and that’s all it takes to have my thighs shaking, twitching under his shoulders as I cry out random words. Once I come down, he crawls up my body, leaving little kisses on my skin as he goes, sucking on a spot on my neck as he grinds his still cloth covered dick into my soaked pussy.

“You want it rough or slow, darlin’?”

“You have multiple settings?”

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am. Now, how do you want to be fucked today?”

He’s going to kill me.

“Tommy, you can rail me as fast or as slow as you want, so long as you make me forget my hard week. I won’t break.”

“Fuck, darlin’, you may just kill me yet.” He pulls back, getting off the bed and reaching for the hem of his boxer briefs. “Safe word is tomatoes.”

Before I can question it, he slides his boxers down and kicks them off, standing upright in his full, naked, broad chested, well endowed glory. He smirks when he sees me staring at him. Tommy crawls up my body again, his lips finding mine as he slides his large cock through my folds. He pauses at my leaking entrance, pulling back to look at me. His hand comes up to grip my chin and when I look at him, he slowly pushes inside of me.

While he’s not porn star large, he’s definitely the most endowed man I’ve ever slept with and damn does he know what he’s doing. I can feel every inch of him filling me up, pushing at the back of me, his breath hot on my face as he watches it contort in pleasure. He pulls out and pushes in slowly a few more times to allow me to adjust before he snaps his hips, pushing himself inside even further and I cry out. He sets an increasingly rough pace, snapping his hips against mine, adding that extra thrust that I swear is going to bruise me and I don’t even care. He turns my head to the side and nibbles at my earlobe, kissing down my neck gently, in stark contrast to the rough, deep thrusts he’s fucking me with and it’s all too much and not enough, my legs wrapping around him, willing him to do more. He pulls back slightly, pushing my legs up and hooking them under his arms as he continues to rail me at this new angle, hitting multiple spots simultaneously.

“Oh God, Tommy!” I scream his name as I come, my hands fisting the sheets, head thrown back, nearly buried in the mattress.

He keeps the pace but brings a hand up to my clit, rubbing circles there, only needing a few moments before he coaxes another orgasm from me, this one harder than the last as I scream his name again.

“Fuck, Tommy, fucking come inside of me!”

“Fuck!” Tommy rams his hips into me a few more sporadic times as he comes, panting out heavy words as he fills me up, our heavy breaths the only sound in the near silent room.

He pulls out of me with a hiss, walking into my bathroom and getting a couple of washcloths wet. He comes back out and cleans me up, chuckling as my thighs twitch when he dabs at my overstimulated cunt. He chucks them in my hamper and comes back to the bed, sitting on it next to me, where I haven’t moved since he got off of me.

“You ok, darlin’? Forget your hard week?”

“Mmmhmm,” I say, my eyes heavy with post fucking bliss. “You’re amazing at that, Tommy.”

“Ah, I do alright.”

“A Fucking King.”

He laughs. “I’m making a shirt.”

He slides into bed next to me, pulling me next to him as he wraps his body around mine.

“You cuddle too?”

“Only when I’m cold.” I can feel him holding back a laugh.

“Well, if your cock gets cold, and I’m asleep, you have my permission to put it inside of me.”

I feel his dick twitch behind me. “I may hold you to that.”

Tommy did take me up on my offer, softly thrusting into me from behind as he rubs slow circles into my clit. I wake to an orgasm, quietly moaning his name as he comes again, biting my shoulder as he does.

But as we make breakfast, Tommy laughing and joking around, still trying to tickle me as we flip the pancakes, it hits me.

I am totally fucked, in more ways than one.

>>Chapter 3>>

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Fëanor and the Silmarils: like creator, like creation?

"The heart of Fëanor was fast bound to these things that he himself had made."

Art can take many shapes and forms, hold many different meanings, and tell many different stories. It can be appreciated for what it is on its own, or what it means within the context of how it came to be.

But despite the many different approaches to art, one thing is certainly true in general: there will always be at least a small connection between a piece of art and its creator, because without the creator it would not exist. This fundamental importance at least is the imprint of any creator on their creation.

Fëanor and his Silmarils are no exception.

”Silmarils of Feanor” by Nikulina-Helena on DeviantArt

With the Silmarils Fëanor undoubtetly left a markt on the world, and it's fascinating to explore some of the similarities between Arda's most famous elf and most famous jewels, but also the aspects where they are fundamentally different.

Uniqueness

Fëanor was a very exceptional elf. He was made “the mightiest in all parts of body and mind, in valour, in endurance, in beauty, in understanding, in skill, in strength and in subtlety alike”¹ and no other elf has ever been described in a way that could be compared to this. In a similar way there were no other gems created that were like the three Silmarils: they are exceptional as well.

Fëanor did not create the Silmarils in a vortex of course: without the Two Trees it's basically impossible to recreate such jewels. But even while the Trees were ailve it was very unlikely that jewels as these could be recreated. Even Fëanor said that “never again shall [he] make their like”¹. With Fëanor being gone as well, it's basically impossible.

Attraction

People have intense feelings for both Fëanor and the Silmarils. There is hardly someone that does not feel some kind of interest, attraction or love for them – or intens hate. They are basically impossible to ignore.

Fëanor has the love and loyalty of many people – first and foremost his father, but also his seven sons, and a large part of the Noldor. He was said to be "a master of words, and his tongue had great power over hearts when he would use it"¹. As a result he had a large following amon the Noldor.

Even Melkor has an eye on him and picks him as his main focus for the corruption he’s spreading among the Noldor. And he’s not the only Vala who pays attention to Fëanor, the others “mourned not more for the death of the Trees than for the marring of Fëanor: of the works of Melkor one of the most evil”¹ – and that is quite a statement. Even ages later, Fëanor comes up when Gandalf talks to Pippin about what or who he would like to see if he would use the Palantíri:

“Even now my heart desires to test my will upon it, to see if I could not wrench it from him and turn it where I would-to look across the wide seas of water and of time to Tirion the Fair, and perceive the unimaginable hand and mind of Fëanor at their work, while both the White Tree and the Golden were in flower!”²

The Silmarils are even worse when it comes to their power of attraction, everyone wants them: Fëanor himself of course, but the Elves and Valar want to see the Silmarils at festivals as well. Melkor obviously wants them, and once they’re stolen the sons of Fëanor want them back. Thingol wants them, Lúthien and Beren want them, Dior wears it, Elwing too, and eventually Eärendil. Almost noone is ready to give them up.

Disaster

What the Silmarils and Fëanor also have in common is for almost all people that come in contact with them to somehow end up involved in one disaster or another.

Fëanor already has an unfortunate start when his birth demands so much energy from his mother that she eventually dies. His father Finwë dies as well, protecting Fëanor’s Silmaril in their house in exil – an exil that Finwë had taken upon himself for the sake of being with his son. All of Fëanor's sons join him in taking the Oath, and end up suffering as a result. The Noldor that follow Fëanor’s rebellion suffer as well, and so do the Teleri that stand in his way. And while Nerdanel herself may remain unharmed, she loses all her son's to Fëanor's quest.

The Silmarils have that effect to some extent as well: once Melkor sets his sight on it, they are a major reason why he specifically targets Fëanor, they are also the reason why Finwë is killed when he tries to defend them against Melkor, and they burn Melkor when he steals them. In a way they become a curse for Fëanor’s sons who cannot rest until they get them back, they are the excuse for Thingol to send Beren to Angband which eventually leads to Beren’s and Lúthien’s death (they get better), it leads to Thingol’s death, to Dior’s, the fall of Doriath and to Elwing’s death. Their main redeeming quality is then that they help Eärendil get to Aman.

The distruction they cause is closely connected to Fëanor: the oath that he and his sons swore seem to be not unlike a curse on the Silmarils. And maybe it is only this powerful of a curse because in origin they are Fëanor's creation. Why else should they bring so much pain and suffering to whoever keeps them? Then Melkor’s desire, Dragon gold and a dwarve’s curse make it even worse.

Impact

Fëanor and the Silmarils both leave the world in a way. Fëanor is dead, and although one of the Silmarils can still be seen in the night sky, it can no longer be reached by the inhabitants of Middle-earth.

Fëanor and his creation, despite being now largely absent in Middle-earth itself, had a huge impact on Middle-earth. For Fëanor it can be said that without him, the Noldor probably wouldn't have returned to Middle-earth. He was the central figure in this movement. Without him, the history of Middle-earth would be drastically different, and we can only speculate what would have happened. The dominion of Melkor in Middle-earth? The early destruction of Beleriand through the interventing army of the Valar? It's hard to say.

The Simarils also left their marks of course. Many people in Middle-earth had been motivated to do something because of the Silmarils – includign Fëanor himself, his sons, Melkor, Thingol, Beren, and so on. Especially relevant is the impact of the Silmaril that Eärendil gets his hands on – without the Silmaril, he would never have reached Aman. Even in later ages, the light of the Silmarils continues to play a role: without its light, Frodo and Sam would never have been able to face Shelob head on.

The Silmaril's impact is Fëanor's impact as well, since he is their maker. In addition, he also has created many other things that lasted through the ages and had an impact on history – the best example after the Silmarils being the Palantirí.

Differences

I'm sure there are many differences to be found between Fëanor and his Silmarils, but I only want to point out what to me is the most important one:

Despite everything that was laid on the Silmarils, they were never corrupted. Their light was never dimmed, they never turned evil – they were made out of some unkown and unbreakable material, and hallowed by Varda herself, protecting them against all evil.

Fëanor wasn’t like that. There was no protection against Melkor’s subtle corruption after the Valar had set melkor free in Valinor, and Fëanor by his firey nature may have been especially receptive for it. Murder, lies, rebellion – “evil” on that scale hadn’t been seen before in Valinor.

The Silmarils couldn’t be corrupted, but Fëanor could fall.

(On a less serious note: my family’s questionable contribution to this topic was that if you take Fëanor’s ashes and press them into a diamond he becomes more similar to a Silmaril.)

FOOTNOTES

¹ J. R. R. Tolkien, edited by Christopher Tolkien. The Silmarillion. ² J. R. R. Tolkien. The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers.

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leggerefiore · 8 months

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cw: giratina volo

The Distortion World was always an odd place to remain.

Reality simply did not function in a way that would make sense to any sane mind of normal reality.

The hanging air felt akin to water – a liquid. Breaths were sluggish and uncomfortable. Moving felt like wading through water, yet without the comprehensible resistance. Gravity was fluid and allowed for odd movements not comparable to the kinds on earth. The only being that seemed to function well here was the domain's master, Giratina.

Well, rather, his chosen name of Volo in his more humanoid form.

He was a terrifying being, forever in some complicated relationship of both adoration and contempt towards his creator. His very existence messed with the fabric of the parallel world to his own. While he could be friendly and helpful towards those who had the misfortune of stumbling into his dimension, he could also be a terrifying monster worthy of being banished for its violence.

You saw him as quite odd, having been someone who fell into the Distortion World and simply refused to leave. He had tried to evict you from the place many times, yet you always managed to wrangle your way out of it. Over time, you had grown quite close to the third, obscured member of the Creation Trio. A romance of sorts could be said to have bloomed.

The shift was obvious, from portals being nearly everywhere in an attempt to remove you, to even trying to find one being impossible. Volo pleaded ignorant to your supposed observation. It was clear he wanted to keep you here with him now.

You gazed at him curiously as you laid on the strange rock-like surface. His “wings” were like airy tendrils of shadow that spread out from his back and made travelling around the madness of this world easy. You found yourself often contemplating them the most from any of his inhuman features. The shiny, gold armour-like hardened flesh on his body had an obvious answer to their existence, as did his spreading of ghost like flesh on his body.

The wings made no sense. In your world, his wings took on a more common shape and only existed as a pair. That made sense. So, why had its shape shifted in this world? Could there have been a use not considered by you? Volo cocked a brow up at your intense staring. “What is it?” he asked. You stood up.

Charging at him, you watched as his wings acted to restrain you and hold you in the air. He tilted his head. “Are you feeling violent now?” he floated closer to you and grasped your chin in his hand, a sharp, crimson point of his tendril-like wing was pointed at your neck. It seemed he did not take threats lightly. You had your answer at least. They were absolutely not just wings. Their strange airy feeling was haunting in how restricting they could be.

“So… You can just use these things as extra limbs?” you asked him with a smile. His expression twisted into something like amusement.

“Of course,” Volo's smirk was filled with some intentions between teasing and something more risqué, “My true form here does not have limbs at all, so these are my limbs.” One threatened its way around your neck, while another squeezed your thigh. You bit back a moan. A snicker came from the legendary.

He then dropped you. You pouted at him when you landed on the surface below.

“Maybe later,” he teased you, “Unless… you feel like indulging me.”

You could tell from that darkness in his eyes that he wanted you to worship him again, desperate for any kind of approval and praise.

Well, was it a fair trade?

#volo.ima #pokehybrid au #look i realised his wings could be used as tentacles and decided it would be hot

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Okay, within the first twelve pages, the comic has stated:

A few years have apparently passed, which confuses me because all the characters look the same??? Maybe they're going by floating timeline. Tucker has a smartphone now. ...Then again, the first smartphone came out around 2008ish, roughly around the time the show ended. I guess it'd make sense for Tucker to rock one before anyone else does, buuuuut I'm guessing they're just going with "this story is a sequel to the show set within a few years, but the few years is nebulous because we're evoking floating timeline." Fair enough.

Dash, Star, and Kwan is part of a city-wide ghost protecting squad hemmed by the Fentons, continuing the nice little character details that bully and shallowly popular they may be, they're not evil little shits; they're decent kids and people who've constantly supported DP in his line of work. Them volunteering to keep Amity Park safe is genuinely cool of them and really, sets them up with a future where they can grow up NOT to be dick heads.

Tucker was mayor for all of 48 hours before they restored the previous mayor because he accidentally dropped a baby omg fucking tucker making him a politician was stupid and made no damn sense.

Mayor Tucker felt like a last-minute ending to give him something because by the end of the show, no one had any damn clue what to do with him. His entire personality was that he was a Horny Nerd and very little beyond it in spite of some promises. Like Danny is accepted by his loved ones (and the world.) Sam gets Danny. Vlad loses. Etc etc. Bullshit aside, you could argue their journeys have led them to where they are by the end of the show.

Tucker's biggest character study was his second banana status. He didn't have the cool ghost powers his oldest, bestest friend had; they were both "losers" in their teenage wasteland society, but Tucker didn't get a super power. There was no equality between the two of them anymore - not in his eyes anyway. The one time he does get 'em, he fucked it up epically because he gave in far too easily into his insecurities. There was a story there, and rarely did it ever get explored. Giving Tucker a key to the entire city would have been disastrous because he learned absolutely nothing when handed any kind of power. And it made no damn sense even without that context because that boy has only ever shown any interest in politics once ("King Tuck" when he ran for class president) and did so because he wanted to be heard. While his tech has been instrumental in helping Team Phantom, the show never validates it and ultimately him. He would never get past sidekick status in a way both Sam or Jazz did. he had no voice and by season three, not as much screentime. So he's mayor because... he demonstrated his tech skills which translated into leadership because he gave a few orders. Within two comic panels, the creator undoes all that and, well, I can't say "all is right in the world" since it doesn't do a thing for Tucker's arc, but it removed something so fundamentally cartoonish and out-of-nowhere that I'm not complaining in anyway, shape, or form. Mayor Tucker was stupid and the comic rightfully points it out as such.

The comic also contradicts Hartman's hypothetical proposal of where Vlad would have ended up in post-"PP" - that is a prisoner to aliens of which he'd eventually escape, go back to Earth, and I don't know, go even more mad with power? Like Mayor Tucker, the whole alien thing is just balls nuts because it brings in an element that was never presented, emphasized, or necessary for the show. It's about ghosts. It's only about ghosts. The original plan for Plasmius had him as a vampire, which is why he has a cliche Dracula look to himself, but they took it out for being "too occult." It would have also added nothing. This isn't a catch-all "Best Of" Spooky Monster Variety Hour show, it's just about ghosts. So thankfully, they just had him fly back where he found out he lost everything. No aliens needed.

#comics #neoyi talks

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songbirds-wish · 1 year

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A rant on Nijisanji/Anycolor

FULL ON DISCLAIMER! This isn’t directed at the talents of Nijisanji, but more so a rant on Nijisanji as a corporation and with the recent news of FalseEyeD and Khyo both being silenced by Nijisanji via the broken copyright system YouTube has. Please do not go and harass Nijisanji or it’s livers in any way, shape, or form. Thank you, and the rant is under the cut.

So, not too long ago, a YouTuber who reports on V-Tuber news by the name of Khyo got hit with false copyright strikes by Anycolor/Nijisanji. Why do I say false? Because according to Khyo, all of his videos are all in fair use with him having his avatar on screen for most of his video. And Nijisanji apparently sited his thumbnails as a justification to take multiple videos of his down. It was extremely unnecessary and enraging because it seems like it was done with Malice intent for no reason other than to silence Khyo. and It’s wasn’t just any videos either, it was negative news reports. (EX. the whole cancellation of the AR live and Anycolor blaming it on COVID.) Since then, Khyo has been trying to resolve the claims.

But it’s not just Khyo who is dealing with this, It just happened to another V-Tuber news channel, FalseEyeD today. Citing the same stupid reason they used on Khyo, the thumbnails. False currently has two strikes at the time of typing this and hopefully the strikes will be resolved.

And that brings me to the point of this rant, Anycolor blatantly silencing creators who speak about them and some of the ugly sides of the company. There could be numerous reasons as to why they are doing this, such as the AR live incident, keeping a clean slate, talking about ex talents, etc. But most of the people who have kept up with the situation like myself can definitely agree that there’s some malice at play here. And if you ask me, it really pisses me off.

If Nijisanji/Anycolor as a corporation are trying to keep a clean slate by silencing creators who criticize or report negative news on them and act like nothing is wrong, it’s clearly not working in their favor. At least, from the EN side of things. They have been getting TONS of backlash from fans since the news broke out and Anycolor hasn’t said jack shit about it. Sure, they may be a corporate V-Tuber agency, but that doesn’t excuse abusing the already broken YouTube copyright system to false flag someone who criticize you, and then try and justify it with “the thumbnails”. It paints an EXTREMELY bad look on anyone who does it, not just Anycolor.

But yeah, all in all, this situation is really infuriating and disheartening from Anycolor’s end and I hope both creators resolve this issue as quick as possible. Thanks for reading if you did!

#rant #nijisanji #nijisanji en #anycolor #don’t usually tag my post here but this is a special occasion

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The Siadar- Basic Introduction

The Siadar, or Astsar Siadar/Highers/Virtuous, are a god-like race of beings who have, for the longest time now, exerted their presence across several planets. Their reach may be intergalactic as of current times.

They proclaim themselves to be heralds of order and union, with the common goal of establishing maximum efficiency and coherence across the universe. Is this a feasible goal? To them, yes.

General traits/ideas

Siadar have a wild variety of physical appearances, some being noticeably humanoid and others taking on an amalgamation of shapes and/or objects. Their coloration tends to be pale, although swirls of color will develop naturally as they age. The less blemished and paler one's skin is, the more attractive they're considered.

(Krulu, as you know, has a deeply charred dark coloration, but he was once completely pale and had very few tints of ocean blue on his body. He was described as an extremely attractive protector.)

A siadar's gender is not determined at birth. All siadar use, in addition to other pronouns, they/them. Their gender is picked usually at some point during adulthood, by themselves alone. There exists a fair amount of genital variety and only a small portion of their population is hermaphroditic. At some point in life they may choose to change their forms and identify as something else, it's actually quite natural when one lives for ages;

Any non-deviant siadar values order and discipline above all else. They have a very serious and demanding justice system in place. The worst of the worst usually get tossed into a barren, extremely vicious realm dubbed "The Null", which effectively works as a god's prison;

Contact with lessers has been cut entirely ever since direct mingling experimentations on Earth lead to the rampant genesis of monsters (hybrids between siadar and humans), beings who are the very antithesis of sense and order. Shamed by their failure and inability to exert self-discipline, Earth has thus been abandoned and they refuse to engage directly with their creations anywhere else;

Siadar may occasionally visit the planets they orchestrate through the use of vessels, which functions exactly like a possession. Possessions were originally joyous occasions and only ever started acquiring negative connotations once interlevel contact was deemed prohibited, and deviant siadar attempted to force their way into a lesser's body to visit Earth. A forced possession is very damaging and oftentimes even fatal;

By this logic, yes, humans are older than monsters. Most religions have been created by humans as well, as a coping mechanism for the abandonment of their gods;

Their siadar genetics, whatever's left of them, is what makes monsters usually more powerful and diverse than humans. The less mingling with lessers there is in the species, the more siadar-like they tend to be, naturally. (Like breeders, such as Breg.)

Casts

Siadar have a role-based society that operates a lot like a colony (with low social mobility), featuring several ranks, the main ones being:

Creators. The most high-ranking siadar, featuring members with immense power, magical aptitude and respected by all. These highers are in charge of originating lifeforms to populate planets, or tweaking pre-existent ones. They often work in groups, but there are instances of particularly "seasoned" creators operating entire planets on their own. Elements of this cast are often given the titles of "Mother" and "Father" (or both), and are addressed that way exclusively by lower-ranked siadar. Creators are physically the biggest, and have always preferred not to establish much contact with the lifeforms directly spawned by them. (Creators have several sub-groups who specialize in different tasks, among them evaluators, matemakers, conceptualists.);

Protectors. A more versatile, combat-oriented cast, whose name is self-explanatory really. These siadar have the most contact with planets, being deployed to establish order, usually commandeering an army of angels with them. It's common for them to have several limbs, more ocular organs and/or mouths. Tails are also more frequent here. (Protectors have a couple of sub-groups, also more specialized, such as defenders, enforcers, keepers and champions.);

Upholders/Workers. The masses mostly. Siadar of varying degrees of power who maintain the inner workings of their society. The most variety in appearance can be found inside this cast. Among them are curators, scribes, counselors, and assistants.

Terminology

Spawn = A creation. Not to be confused with offspring.

Offspring = A siadar child.

Higher = A siadar.

Lesser = Used to describe creations of all kinds.

Hybrids/Aberrations = Terms commonly used by the siadar to describe monsters, who they don't like in case that wasn't clear.

Interlevel = Referring to interactions between highers and lessers.

Eden = Heaven.

Perdition = Hell.

Surface = The main "realm", the core, the planet itself, Earth.

Celestials = Creations made to operate in Eden, mostly angels.

Wicked = Demons.

Blush Linbanite = A type of mineral not from Earth, valued immensely in an aesthetic sense for siadar, has a velvet tint that makes it easily mistakable for Hell gold.

Deviant = A siadar who actively breaks rules and engages in punishable offenses.

Heaven and Hell

(I won't go into too much detail here.)

Heaven and Hell are realms exclusive to Earth, meaning they aren't connected to any other planets.

Eden existed longer than humans have, and it was populated by both angels and siadar. Contrary to Hell, it's a vast space, where order is maintained not through physical barriers but by the people within it. Angels have several choirs. Ever since the departure of siadar, they have become lethargic, dysfunctional and depressed, many of them dying of heartbreak over the years.

Krulu has not been the first to deviate and he won't be the last. Before him, another siadar of undefined cast (though likely a creator) deviated, disagreeing with their kind's current methodology and forming Hell as it is known today. Angels followed them into Perdition and were physically altered to make the first demons, and the first Icons (which are not the current ones). Naturally, the forces of Hell and Heaven have been butting heads ever since, juggling power over the surface. Hell is divided in rings, order was kept through the siadar that ruled it and his icons. In perhaps a cautionary tale of blind ambition, said ruler of Perdition ended up being betrayed by the demons closest to them, and Hell is now messily ruled by Icons alone.

The reason demons are often seen in the surface is because, ever since siadar abandoned the planet, angels steadily gave up the hunt and are unable to operate on their own.

#general tce

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How can vampires be all but invisible to the human eye if they are only able to reach 100mph? I mean even if they were nearly invisible whiles running they would still be noticable from the wind they would create.

Also, how fast do you think are the shapeshifters or newborn vampires? - since they are faster.

I feel like this is one of those things that isn’t really internally consistent. It’s sort of like on cartoons when you have some superhero with vague superpowers and sometimes that means outrunning a car and sometimes it means running so fast they can go backward in time; the ‘super speed’ concept is always present but the way it actually works kind of depends on what the author/creator wants to use it for at any given time.

So I think fanfic writers have some freedom here, as long as they choose to be internally consistent with whatever approach they want to take to it (or not! maybe they and their readers are there for the romance or sexual tension and legit don’t care about the mechanics of vampire or werewolf speed! that’s fair!).

For me, the fastest animal is the cheetah, I think? At about 70mph. Human sprinters (like, the best in the world) can reach speeds of 25-30 mph but they obviously aren’t like, running for hours, they’re sprinting short distances. Humans can’t sustain that level of speed; I suppose vampires can. But vampires are still human shaped so them being able to run “in excess of 100 mph” just feels like too much to me. We’re still bound by earth physics here.

If I personally wanted to take a realistic approach to this, I might put vampires at that 25-30 mph range but they can do it indefinitely, not just for a short burst like a human Olympic sprinter. Carlisle, as a human, canonically caught up to a vampire; so to me that seems a human sprinting can be about as fast as a vampire but obviously humans get tired running that fast very quickly and vampires don’t. Then again, that vampire was weak and thirsty, so maybe 30 mph is what a weak vampire can do, but a well-fed one can get up to 40-50 mph. Edward being “the fastest” might be able to push 60 or 70 if we really want him to be special, but 100 just seems like overkill to me. Newborns might be up there too with their extra power in general.

Whereas the shifters, when they are in wolf form, are running on four legs rather than two, so I could see them more comparable to the cheetah. Real wolves are in the 30-40 mph range based on a quick google search, so I could imagine supernatural ones hitting those cheetah speeds and out-running vampires.

#asks

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inlovewithbuddyaurinko · 2 years

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Fair warning, ramble ahead, discussion of fatphobia, diets, issues with exercise and spoilers for The Infernal Grind

Ok. I listened to this latest episode. (Part 2) And it’s just making me think about the way that a non-visual medium can both help and hinder audience’s representation.

I have been fat for more of my life than I wasn’t. There’s a number of factors contributing to this, but those do not matter for this discussion.

What I do remember is the day I went to the doctors in 2nd grade and was told I need to go on a diet. I can remember the whole moment vividly if I’m being honest, it scares me. And every single other doctor I have been to has told me losing weight would help.

These past two years I have not been on a diet and they’re also the past two years I have been listening to the penumbra podcast. No matter how much it was insisted that in canon, Juno Steel was thin and emaciated, so much of the fandom has turned a blind eye and given our favorite lady some meat on his bones.

Juno steel is a fat lady and I stand by that.

For me, a fat, queer and non-binary person to see myself in a character dealing the with depression, dealing with the affects of abuse, all while having someone fall for him was amazing. Juno got to save the day and yet, even if he didn’t see it, he was still sexy. He was still hot.

And THEN to have Buddy Aurinko????? Someone who everyone had to pick their jaw up off the floor for, and she was described as having curves which I and several others took to also mean she was fat while also being stylish and powerful and she commanded a room. She is proud of taking up space.

As silly as it is, I started telling myself that if buddy or Juno could do it, so could I. I’ve started to wear tighter clothes, taller shoes, I even own a real life certified crop top. For so long, I have envied those around me who were smaller and could wear clothes I had for so long had off limits. And I am aware a big part of that is most of the time I do not have anyone controlling my wardrobe choices now I am a bit more of an adult, but it still means so much.

So then it comes to this episode. Forced exercise is literally how the first half starts off and I got exactly two minutes in before I couldn’t take it anymore and had to turn it off and try and calm my rising anxiety in my throat over what would end up being a two and a half hour car ride. I couldn’t even read the transcript it rattled me so badly.

Then tonight, well I had heard enough great things about the second half of the episode and after making a friend give me a play by play of the first half, I felt prepared to listen to the second half because dammit. I was going to hear Vespa’s voice no matter what.

Some might say, my choice was a mistake. It is now two hours after I finished listening and I’m still teetering on the edge of panic over the episode. It was good. I promise. But the part about being forced to run. Being made to keep going no matter what even if you were ready to drop, that hurt me.

And I admit I read the warnings, I heard from others who had listened last episode I know what I was getting myself into. But they included that aspect of torture and had a lady with asthma and who had been on the run in a car for a few months now and could not have been in great shape running and yeah he wasn’t doing too well, but it didn’t seem like he was any more effected than his muscles were sore. And then I figure buddy was also being made to run, and her heart could give out on her at any moment and that’s strenuous activity not to mention Vespa “I gave myself heart attacks” ilkay.

As a fat, chronically ill person who has tried every form of exercise and hated it, I used to break down sobbing begging not to go to whatever activity I had been made to participate in, having characters who are canonically unwell and to have that bit of their health ignored felt Not Great. I’m completely aware that creators do not need to take fanon into account at all, nor am I saying they should, but it was a painful reminder that if it’s the future, why would there fat or actually physically impaired people there. I’m probably reading too much into this. But for as much as I enjoyed the episode, that singular scene really gutted me.

Wonderful episode, I loved it seriously. And I know I’m taking this too literally and I’m reading more into it than was intended but I’ve been having a time lately and this didn’t help.

#personal think piece #penumbra podcast spoilers #latest episode spoilers #the penumbra spoilers #penumbra spoilers #the penumbra podcast #tpp #juno steel #buddy aurinko #vespa ilkay #fatphobia #dieting #diet #long post #ramble #the infernal grind #the infernal grind spoilers

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thehoveringbrain · 2 years

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Actually, ok no, let me elaborate my thoughts on this post and the stuff i said in the tags.

Very valid post. It focuses on commercial use of ai generated art by big companies, more than ai art itself. The key here is big companies. I didn't elaborate on that in the tags because yeah i agree with OP's analysis: well said, nothing to add.

Although, when i said "don't blame the tool", well it seems what the original post is complaining about is, really, uh, capitalism? The financial system in which we live? Technology progressed, ai art is now a thing, companies have found a new shiny way to save money.

What i don't agree on at all is the attitude of going "this tool is bad i won't use it anymore for personal use because it's 'morally' corrupt". There's a lot to unpack there.

a) private users and small creators not using it don't affect at all the situation. It's not a very efficient way to protest. Big companies are still gonna use them.

c) by casting a moral judgement on something, you are depriving yourself of it. I have experience in these kinds of emotional evaluations. Ask me about it. They only hurt you, they aren't good. You loose something, in this case potential revenues, access to art, a creative and satisfying hobby,...

b) "cancelling AI".... This form of moralism... it's a cultural tendency of our age that isn't really good for our society. What's essentially happening is that something (ai art) is branded as a "moral evil". Like someone infected by the plague (or sin), interacting with it in any way, shape, or form, is considered dangerous/morally wrong. Just because people are making bad use of AI art generators, it doesn't mean you using it is bad.

Furthermore, on the topic of big bad evil companies. Do you think they aren't trying to save money off their artists even now? Do you think that, without AI, artists will automatically be entitled to fair wages? Nah. There's tons of young art-school graduates that are dying to work for those companies and if one artists complains about not being paid enough the company is gonna point out that they're easily replaceable, by a human. Could it be worse with AIs? Maybe. Are we going toward a future where art-making is akin to a factory worker churning out products at a steady, and non-stop, rate? Yeaaah well you know, i'm a pessimist at heart.

In any case, I don't think AI art should be banned from commerce. It would probably hurt small creators.

But most importantly, damn it, don't let capitalism control your desires, your excitement, your creativity. If you wanna make use of AI-generated images, DO IT. Don't play into capitalism's hand. You don't need to stay morally pure, we aren't pure beings. Don't let others make you feel bad for playing in the mud.

#ai-art #ai generated art #disk-horse babyyyyyy #art #capitalism #i have a bunch books/sources about how this very same mentality impacted literature in the 1930s. and i suppose even later on #i love technology. we are living a peculiar moment in time and just in general i'm excited about it #oops a brain #rant

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fatechica · 2 years

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Loved your answer about what's the hate the show and certain characters are getting in tumblr. I personally don't get how a show with characters (Mike particularly) everybody loved so so much and a couple (mileven) everybody adored (plus it was made so clear since season 1, like no doubts they were endgame) now they get so much hate. It's heartbreaking. I know it's something only happening in tumblr (and maybe Twitter) because all my friends in real life still think the same about characters and couples and when I tell them arguments in tumblr they can't believe it but it's sad you can't go around tags because all you read is hate. I only check your account and a couple more (so if you know another good accounts I'd be thankful) since I'm here to enjoy and not be mad. Don't get how people can be disappointed about not getting their way or their predictions not being right when those predictions are literally invented based only on their desires... I've shipped fanon couples all my life but I knew that. Sorry for the rambling but it's being so heartbreaking seeing what's happening in this fandom I enjoyed so much.

No need to apologize, anon! It’s hard to be in a fandom that’s immersed in drama when all you want to do is enjoy the fandom.

That said, I think it’s fair and valid that people are disappointed with how vol 2 went - and there are a variety of valid criticisms to be leveled at what we got in the last two episodes of ST4, as well as how vol 2 was promoted and what they chose to feature.

I know, for myself, that I’m legitimately disappointed they didn’t explicitly address Will’s sexuality when they very much hinted that it would be addressed. It’s edging close to queerbaiting and for people who are legitimately upset about this, they’re not just allowed to be but I feel justified in feeling angry and having their hopes toyed with.

Where some of my sympathy has limits is in being mad that a fanon ship didn’t become canon. There’s this worrying trend I’ve seen in fandom in general where a ship has to be canon in order to be valid when no? That’s literally never been how fandom works?

I’ve shipped tons of non-canon ships. I’ve shipped crossover ships, AU ships, ships that never had any hope of being canon, ships that could have been canon….the list goes on. I’ve been in fandom for 25 years in one way shape or form so I’ve experienced the full gamut of what’s possible in shipping. So I understand the disappointment when a ship doesn’t become canon, I really really do. And, yes, I totally get wanting ships to be canon for media representation and/or because you think it makes better narrative sense.

BUT.

Shipping a non-canon ship that doesn’t become canon doesn’t mean you were promised something that never came to pass (I’m explicitly talking about the writing, not how certain ships were marketed in between vol1 and vol2 - that’s a completely different and more valid complaint/criticism). It just means you ship a non-canon ship and the creators have different ideas about their creation.

That’s it. That’s literally it. If your ship never becomes canon, well that’s what fanfic is for. Yes, it’s ok to be disappointed - it’s more than ok, actually. But it’s not ok to be mean or take out your disappointment on other fans/the creators/the cast. It’s not. It’s immature and in some cases reeks of entitlement.

So yes, be disappointed. Be angry. That’s your right! But recognize that it doesn’t mean you can take it out on other people and that just because you expect something doesn’t mean you’re entitled to it.

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #not tagging any ships because i’m already inviting enough drama by posting this #but it needed to be said

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cidthesquid · 6 days

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A Quick look at: My Universe - Fashion Boutique (Part 1/2)

This is not meant to be a 'Review' It's more of a text based 'Let's Play', where I give my first impressions of the game. We've Talked a lot about Fashion Dreamer, and Even MODEL Debut 3 #nicola, Now it's time to take a look at one of the other fashion games on the switch. My Universe: Fashion Boutique!

The "My Universe" series is a collection of games published by microids. I'd never heard of this publisher before, but it looks like they mostly handle licensed titles, a few racing games I've never heard of, and the Syberia series. And the "My Universe". Series seems to be straight forward, each entry is based around a single Job or idea.

So I don't think it's fair to go in expecting 'The next Style Savvy', this game goes on sale for under $5 all the time. The store page makes it looks like it's not just shovelware, but with tons of free fashion games on apps store, even at the $3.99 I paid, it already has tough compition. So let's try it out!

The first thing they ask you for is your name, pretty standard, Then after a fairly lengthy load time, you're taken straight to the character creator:

(Note: my capture card adds a yellow tint to everything, also both eyebrow and hair color, have the presets and color slider.)

I was overall fairly happy with the options on display for a game like this. Sure, it's pretty basic when compared to most other fashion games.. But it's a far cry from some other games I've tried, especially in terms of skin tone, hair color, and face shapes. But I could have gone for more variation in the starting outfits, only three? I feel like they went for 'professional' (yellow) cool/bold (red/black) and maybe the white and blue are supposed to a 'cute' outfit. But I don't know... And the model,texture work and lighting quality on all three is fairly low:

I think going for a more 'stylized' approach for the art would have been better, but I don't think the game looks bad overall.

We're given one last chance to look over our changes, and we're off to our own fashion universe! Our backstory is then sent to us through text message:

We enter the shop and become introduced to rose:

And right off the bat, w'ere blasted with translation issues: Weird wording:

Forgetting Norah is our aunt

And run-on sentences:

Every single line so far has some form of issue:

But after that it clears up a bit, and it's not like you can't pick up on what they're saying, it's just a bad first impression... After that story segment, we're given our first tutorial, it looks like customers will enter the shop with requests, and they're actually shown as 3d character's that's pretty neat:

You actually have to walk your character over to them, to help them out. And much like other game, they'll have an actual request for you to fulfill, so far, so good.

We talk to our boss about the request, and the mention that we don't have any cotton outfits in stock (What?) so we'll need to make it for the customer ourselves. Okay, that's a bit odd, Style Savvy and others have outfit designing, but that's not normally introduced till later, I'm really hope they don't expect use to make all the clothes ourselves, but I guess we'll find out. Let's get crafting!

So it looks like we have two options here:

'Free Design' lets you make what ever you want, and 'Orders' sets you up to design what a customer requested.

...And I've just been informed by tumblr, that I've used up my 30 images for this post, so I'll have to continue this in 'Part 2'

Part 2 is now live!

--- But anyways, Thanks for reading! I had a lot of fun making this, so I hope you had fun reading it as well. As always, all comments, questions, and suggestions are welcome! You literally can't bother me, (unless you go out of your way to be a jerk), so post whatever you want to say!

#fashion game #switch #style #dress up game #create a character #My Universe #Fashion Boutique #nintendo switch

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sivas-dead-beat · 3 months

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𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙒𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚 (𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙚) 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙁𝙞𝙡𝙢 (2024)

Something that I came to understand about the dark a long time ago was without the dark we would never know the light. There are so many other cliches about the subject. The point though is strong people level up when they learn that the darkness is a teacher and not just a place to suffer. The darkness is the place that you can find that the only light for light years is inside yourself. This track, In The Dark We Live (Thee Lite) by Aphrohead aka Felix Da Housecat has always inspired these thoughts within me. I have always wanted to create a project of the things I think about when I hear the song. And now I invite you to watch that project that I have finally made.

This short film project is something I edited together for fun. I do not claim any credit in any way shape or form for the original work that I have used in this project. All credit goes to the original creators of the works found in this video. Below I have given implicit credit to the original authors of the video and audio that I have used. I claim fair use protections under US Copyright Law.

"All copyrighted materials contained in this video remain the property of their respective owners. Their inclusion in this content is intended to provide commentary, critique, or education and is not intended to diminish their market value. This is considered ‘fair use’ of such materials.”

The amazing original time lapse video called "Dark To Light" is by Jonathan Besler and all credit for it goes to him. If you would like to support him here's the link to his shop: https://jonathanbesler.de/kalender

The short video of the hand and fingertip of light was found on Instagram and all credit goes to @shanef3d

Song Credit goes to Aphrohead aka Felix Da Housecat for the track In The Dark We Live (Thee Lite) the main mix in particular is the Dave Clarke's 312 Mix and the snippet at the end, the sample is, Lockout Thee Lite!.

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#Dark #Darkness #Light #In The Dark We Live (Thee Lite)#Aphrohead #Felix Da Housecat #Dark To Light #Jonathon Besler #Shanef3d #Youtube

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Hey Fi, I'm curious about something. We already got demon au, god au and everything in between. What about an angel au? I can either think of the train guys being guardian angels in disguise or spiritfarers at some kind of afterlife station.

.... between the feathery bird creatures and the actual eldritch horrors of angels... though we have eldritch demons already so why not some soft, feathery eldritch beings. who are completely not yan unlike their counterparts.

cw: poly (ingo/reader, emmet/reader), a little angst, angel AU, death mentions

▲Angel Train Twins Ideas▽

● From the first moment of their existence under their fair light of their Creator, they had been together. Two identical beings who shared a very being and mind. They never had to speak with one another, simply knowing how the other felt naturally. A shift from their powerful forms of unending bright light that could blind any mortal and banish any demon from existence into a humanoid shape with the presence of soft feathered wings behind them. Each wore robes as they were assigned to their first task.

○ They were beings that watched over humans near the ends of their lives, guiding them when they finally passed on. The older angel, Ingo, took his duty extremely seriously. He was to guard and lead them. The younger, Emmet, remained dedicated but found himself dreaming. It was irresponsible of him, yet the way humans lived intrigued them. It was boring; it was exciting. They could change and grow. Even those at death's door seemed to change their minds on many things. Demons, despite his disgust towards the creatures, seemed so lucky. They were free to do what they wanted.

● It was during their times watching over their assignments that Emmet found himself slipping away from the gentle light that should always guide them. A demon caught his attention with her vibrant sapphire eyes and bright yellow clothing. Elesa's electric energy called to him. He should have banished her, yet her company provided him a sick insight into his growing curiosity. Freedom was so appealing yet in order to stay at his stringent brother's side, rules had to be obeyed.

○ It was during their newest assignment that he found himself even more infatuated. Elesa was a friend of yours, and he felt enamoured by how you both interacted. He very much should have banished her, but he resisted. Even going as far as to hide her demonic energy from Ingo as he most certainly would. Emmet hated to admit the strange emotions, but as he watched you engage in things, he desired to join you both. The consequences for such actions went ignored by him, as he grew tired of his cycle of watching people slowly succumb to a sad fate without any ability to intervene.

● That's why when you tripped in the station while waiting for the train, he dared to break all the rules. His hand grasped the back of your shirt and pulled you back on your ass just as the train pulled into the depot. Your eyes sat wide while Ingo screeched about his actions. You stared at the beautiful being that hovered above you. Pure white wings shaded you from the harsh lights above as his iridescent chrome eyes gazed at you. A bright smile was on his lips. The moment of pure infatuation was broken by another crying out. Ingo hugged himself as he crash to his knees. Tears poured from his eyes as his delicate wings faded from a shining white into a pitch coal. The golden halo above his head faded, and he sobbed vocally. Emmet chest grew tight.

○ Ingo was banished from the holy realm as Emmet was forcibly recalled back. His rebellion had not resulted in a direct punishment to him, but rather one to his dear brother. You stared at the fallen angel who wept from such immense pain from losing his light. On your feet in an instant, you came to his side. People whispered as they stared at a man who suddenly appeared. A single black-haired woman in a crowd swallowed dryly. Elesa had never expected Emmet to truly rebel as he had, nor would she have except Arceus to punish Ingo over him. You lived with a new fate and partner at your side. Ingo grasped onto you desperately, soaking your shirt with his tears. Where was he? Why did he feel so alone?

● Ingo was quick to settle into your life as a sudden 'roommate'. You found yourself immensely curious about him. He was identical to the being that hovered above you, but clearly another person altogether. Elesa had finally opened up to you about being a demon, with a reassurance that she wasn't dangerous. Her explanation was given about Ingo and his new fallen status. He was still technically an angel, just one without a light within him. You had met his brother, Emmet, for a moment. She presumed he was called back to the holy realm, leaving you with the reject angel. Emmet had risked everything to save you for a reason she couldn't comprehend. Your gratitude towards him left you with a decision to take care of Ingo.

○ The fallen angel took to a job in the station, ironically, and helped with your rent immensely. He was nothing but courteous and polite. Had it not been for the few times his inhuman powers had come out with saving a child from wandering onto the tracks or when someone had been threatened, you would assume him a normal human. Elesa remained a frequent in your life, curious to see how Ingo adjusted to humanity in his amnesic state, alongside just becoming a genuine friend of yours.

● It was on a rainy evening hidden away in your apartment that Ingo confessed a romantic attraction to you. It was a strange, inhuman phrasing, but his feelings were genuine. The warmth from his hand and red on his cheeks left you charmed. His presence had become a positive in your life, so you were never going to say no. Your lips met his while his ebony wings blanketed you away from the world outside.

○ Your relationship was a pleasant, gentle one. Ingo showers you in adoring words and promises. Affections cover you in private situations, but a hand always seems to hold yours in public. He often cooked for you and gave sentimental gifts to you. Though, you never failed to notice his distant nature at times. He would grasp his forehead and shudder. A memory escaping him before it could be recalled. He knew he was once an angel, but failed to recall what had resulted in his banishment or the strange nostalgia he felt when his lips twitched into a smile while looking into a mirror.

● You jumped at a tapping on your window-door to the veranda one late night. On the outside stood a familiar being with their wings pressed in a resting position. Emmet smiled genuinely when you opened the door before pressing a finger to his lips with a quiet 'shhh' leaving him. The curtains were drawn, and he gazed around the living room suspiciously. “I am Emmet, and I am forbidden from being here. My punishment for rebelling is to lose Ingo,” he spoke quietly with wet eyes, “I hate it. I'm verrrry lonely. Elesa tells me about you both. Thank you for taking care of him.” He fell to his knees before you and grasped your hands. “I need you to corrupt me,” Emmet explained, “Please help me. We are soulmates, the same as you and Ingo are.” You would deny the crying man a simple wish.

○ Emmet soon joined you and Ingo within the human realm. Elesa made even more frequent visits with the younger twin's now permanent presence. You three found a strange peace together. Ingo's memories returned with Emmet's banishment. They hugged each other tightly as they both apologised and forgave each other. Ingo properly explained your status as their soulmate, and it's importance to them. They were both bonded to you and fully dedicated to you alone. Of course, they were now allowed to pursue human hobbies and activities. (Emmet joining Ingo in working at the Gear Station.)

● A calm, nearly human life settled with you all. Your room became a separate one for Emmet, while you went between the two to spend time with either. Everyone thought the twins were so plain, but no one ever noticed their winged shadows or the mysterious things that continued to happen around them. Or the strange demoness who quite took to keep you three company.

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #ingo x reader x emmet #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #ingo/reader/emmet #pokemon x reader #angel au

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