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jpopstreaming · 5 months
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🆕🎶 「 Solitude And Counterattack 」 new single by YOU'LL MELT MORE is now available worldwide! 🌐 Listen now and discover new sounds from Japan on our weekly updated playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73
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suiyoubis · 1 year
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you’ll melt more! — geran
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shinmiyovvi · 2 months
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Gavrilo is a seal confirm, prove me wrong
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meownotgood · 1 year
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the way u write him getting off on humiliation but clinging to your praise like a lifeline. your writing has set the standard so high nothing else is going to compare anymore
omg anon I don't know what fic you are referring to perhaps my kinktober one but I'm glad you so think so....... thank you very much.. AND IT'S SO TRUE ISN'T IT
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the-deadlock-south · 2 years
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wish i could play dps but alas, who is aim? never met her before.
can't aim but wanna play dps ? just go junkrat so long as you shoot in the general direction of the enemy you'll get something eventually
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princeanxious · 2 years
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Thinking abt the this story im building where each 'story' in this world has a hero and a villian, kinda thinking with musical/comic book logic here, and while the world is segmented up by 'stories' but nothing says these stories and the people in them cant overlap.
And in this 'story,' the hero is unwillingly forced to switch 'roles'(something in their world that is dictated by the Story Fates with a symbol of H or V appearing somewhere on the bodies of a Hero or Villain) with the villain(which is the villians doing) and overtime his would-be 'partner-in-heroics' becomes his ride-or-die 'partner-in-crime' and sticks by his side in full support of the Hero becoming the Villain the world so desprately declares he is and is ready to set fire to the world that turned against the Hero
Like he could have absolutely sided with everyone else that were manipulated by the villain and let the Hero be completely isolated without hearing out his side, and not gotten the same isolating treatment that the Hero did, but does he? No. Because he and Hero are childhood best friends and if it werent for Partner, Hero wouldn't have learned that they were a Hero as early as they did, and thus also feels partially responsible for Hero's outcasting. (Even though neither of them couldve known how far the Villians hold on their town went, and they were kids when they found out. Still, Partner refuses to leave Hero's side out of hard-won loyalty)
And by the end of their story, whether it's end is bittersweet or served justice, theyve ended up together as Partners in more than just crime :)
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anarkhebringer · 1 year
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That does make me think though, they think we're just women trying to escape femininity, but then the moment a trans man expresses a love for his femininity they short-circuit. Some of my long-time followers might remember the one I got reblogging my shit back in like 2019 or around there, asking how I could be trans if I didn't have that "disconnect" with my gender. I never had it, I knew all along and felt happier once I could bring myself to be the man I always knew I was. Yeah I'm masculine a lot of the time, but y'all have seen how much I adore traditionally feminine things with how cutesy I dress my dude OCs up to look jdifhui
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overelegantstranger · 2 years
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i mean, to Be Fair, this IS a show where people who Do A Racism get physical harm done to them. so i don't think The Toe Thing is something Ed should have to worry about or apologise for
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soy-sauce-and-mothra · 7 months
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Hey! Are there blacksmiths in your story? I'm a hobbyist blacksmith and I'm here to help!
Blacksmithing is one of those things that a lot of people get wrong because they don't realize it stuck around past the advent of the assembly line. Here's a list of some common misconceptions I see and what to do instead!
Not all blacksmiths are gigantic terrifying muscly guys with beards and deep voices. I am 5'8, skinny as a twig, have the muscle mass of wet bread, and exist on Tumblr. Anybody who is strong enough to pick up a hammer and understands fire safety can be a blacksmith.
You can make more than just swords with blacksmithing. Though swords are undeniably practical, they're not the only things that can be made. I've made candle holders, wall hooks, kebab skewers, fire pokers, and more. Look up things other people have made, it's really amazing what can be done.
"Red-hot" is actually not that hot by blacksmith terms. when heated up, the metal goes from black, to red, to orange, to yellow, to white. (for temperature reference, I got a second degree burn from picking up a piece of metal on black heat) The ideal color to work with the metal is yellow. White is not ideal at all, because the metal starts sparking and gets all weird and lumpy when it cools. (At no point in this process does the metal get even close to melting. It gets soft enough to work with, but I have never once seen metal become a liquid.)
Blacksmithing takes fucking forever. Not even taking into account starting the forge, selecting and preparing metal, etc. etc. it takes me around an hour to make one (1) fancy skewer. The metals blacksmiths work with heat up and cool down incredibly fast. When the forge is going good, it only takes like 20 seconds to get your metal hot enough to work with, but it takes about the same time for it to cool down, sometimes even less.
As long as you are careful, it is actually stupidly easy to not get hurt while blacksmithing. When I picked up this hobby I was like "okay, cool! I'm gonna make stuff, and I'm gonna end up in the hospital at some point!" Thus far, the latter has yet to occur. I've been doing this for nearly a year. I have earned myself a new scar from the aforementioned second degree burn, and one singe mark on my jeans. I don't even wear gloves half the time. Literally just eye protection, common sense, and fast reflexes and you'll probably be fine. (Accidents still happen of course, but I have found adequate safety weirdly easy to achieve with this hobby)
A forge is not a fire. The forge is the thing blacksmiths put their metal in to heat it up. It starts as a small fire, usually with newspaper or something else that's relatively small and burns easily, which we then put in the forge itself, which is sort of a fireplace-esque thing (there's a lot of different types of forge, look into it and try to figure out what sort of forge would make the most sense for the context you're writing about) and we cover it with coal, which then catches fire and heats up. The forge gets really hot, and sometimes really bright. Sometimes when I stare at the forge for too long it's like staring into the sun. The forge is also not a waterfall of lava, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.
Welding and blacksmithing are not the same thing. They often go hand-in-hand, but you cannot connected two pieces of metal with traditional blacksmithing alone. There is something called forge welding, where you heat your metal, sprinkle borax (or the in-universe equivalent) on it to prevent the metal from oxidizing/being non-weldable, and hammer the pieces together very quickly. Forge welding also sends sparks flying everywhere, and if you're working in a small space with other blacksmiths, you usually want to announce that you're welding before you do, so that everyone in a five-foot radius can get out of that five-foot radius. You also cannot just stuck some random pebbles into the forge and get a decent piece of metal that you can actually make something with, Steven Universe. It doesn't work like that, Steven Universe.
Anvils are really fucking heavy. Nothing else to add here.
Making jewelry is not a blacksmithing thing unless you want jewelry made of steel. And it will be very ugly if you try. Blacksmithing wasn't invented to make small things.
If there's anything here I didn't mention, just ask and I'll do my best to answer.
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jpopstreaming · 11 months
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🆕🎶 「 GOLDEN YOU 」 new album by YOU'LL MELT MORE is now available worldwide! 🌐 Listen now and discover new sounds from Japan on our weekly updated playlist 🎧 https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73
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movieworld12 · 2 months
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avomagazine · 5 months
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Monster Of Dolls 2023 will bring You'll Melt More! for exclusive show in Italy
This year, the organisation of Italian idol festival Monster Of Dolls took the first steps towards the return of a bigger event by organising several concerts and in December they will finally return with the 2023 edition of the idol festival with an exclusive performance by You’ll Melt More! (ゆるめるモ!), with support acts SARI and ERISU.
More information in this article.
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luna0713hunter · 2 months
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"Um,Ryo,wh-whats this exactly?"
When Sukuna places an odd looking mug of dark red liquid in front of you,you feel yourself sweating slightly.
Sukuna merely groans, "right,i forgot."
And then drops three marshmallows in your mug,just the way you like it. You dont know to be touched by how he remembers the way you like your hot chocolate,or be scared of what the suspicious red liquid is made of.
"no i-" you smile awkwardly, "thank you,but that wasn't what i meant."
"you want more?"
"no!" You sniff the mug slightly and frown, "what is this,Ryo?"
Sukuna sips his own drink without much care in the world,and takes a sit across yours.
"blood,what else?"
When he sees the color drain from your face, suddenly,he starts cackling like a maniac.
"oh shit- you should see the look on your face!"
"WHAT THE HELL IS IN THIS DRINK RYO!?"
He doesnt stop his cackling,only wiping tears away from his eyes as he looks at you with mirth.
"taste it, you'll figure it out."
You give him a face, "heck no!"
"babe,its not blood-"
"how the fucking can i trust you!!!"
Sukuna just laughs and drinks his streaming, whatever,and shrugs.
"then you'll never know."
When you watch the small marshmallows starting to melt in your own drink,you give it one more sniff before taking the smallest sip you could.
And when the sweet taste of chocolate burst on your tongue,you let out a surprised sound and glare at Sukuna.
"Red velvet chocolate? seriously?"
"what?you expected it to really be blood? seriously?what am i,a demon or something?"
You snort and drink your hot chocolate happily.
"nah, you're a curse. The king of them actually."
"yeah yeah,funny."
And when you watch the snow fall from outside your window,you smile and turn toward your boyfriend with an innocent grin.
"so,can i have another mug?"
And when Sukuna places your second mug in front of you with four marshmallows on top this time,you cant help but to think that its the best hot chocolate you've ever drank in your entire life.
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rowarn · 8 months
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thinkin about wakin simon up in the middle of the night bc u want him to fuck u ///:
afab!reader, cunnilingus, he spits in ur mouth heart eyes
pawing at him and whining softly in his ear to rouse him. his sleepy eyes glaring at you thru the darkness when you slip your hand under the band of his sweats to grip his soft cock — hoping like hell you'll feel it chub up in your grip before he pulls your hand away with a rough hand on your wrist.
you whimper when he grips your neck, holding you with a strong gaze, "the hell are you wakin' me up for? 'cause your little cunt is wet? is that it?"
and you nod all teary eyed and desperate and he can't resist giving you what you so dearly need. the way the mean demeanor melts off of him and suddenly he's coping sweetly to you as he strips your panties off.
his head between your thighs faster than you can even realize. his broad tongue lapping up the length of your cunt as he spreads you wide open for him. two thumbs tugging your lips apart so he can get his tongue nice and deep inside, his eyes rolling back in his head at the way you clench around the muscle.
he'll go up and suck your clit, lapping at the tender little bud with his tongue until your body cutely twitches. and he stays there, tonguing your bud and drooling sloppily all over your pussy like it's his fucking job.
and you're so loud and whiny, tugging at his hair. it's late and he can't have the neighbors banging on his door later to complain about your squealing and crying because he fucked you too good on his tongue.
so he leans up, "open your mouth, little love."
and you do because of course you do — you're so good for him. he lewdly spits in your mouth, a sweet concoction of him and you, "keep that in your mouth f'me, yeah? be good and i'll reward you real sweet."
those words drive you to make him proud and you keep it all in your mouth without swelling a drop while he continues to eat you out in that way he's so fucking good at.
"can't believe you woke me up just to get my mouth on you — just to get your cute little clit sucked, hm?"
you so badly want his cock, he knows you do. you wouldn't have woken him up the way you did if you didn't want more than just his tongue. but that forlorn look in your eyes when he makes you think this is all he's going to give you really makes his cock throb.
you're so greedy and needy for him, he loves it. you want him so desperately all the time that you wake up at 2am with a drippy, drooling cunt and can't do anything but ask him to take care of it.
you're so precious <3
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anantaru · 26 days
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HSR + HOT THINGS HE DOES WHILE DOING IT
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— ꒰ including ꒱ — aventurine, dr ratio, sunday, boothill x fem! reader
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, dom hsr characters, oral (fem! receiving) & fingering, established relationship, hitting it raw, dirty talk, tit play + biting & marking, prone bone ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ
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— ꒰ AVENTURINE ꒱ + shamelessly moans into your ears
his moans have that kind of power that attack you with the lightest bit of touch but rumble inside your nerves with an utmost generosity that continued to burn an everlasting need into the rigid twist of your belly. he flips you over to your stomach and kneads the handful of flesh on your ass, greedily as his hands retreat— now, he uses his hand to keep your hips sealed against his aching half, while the other was positioned next to your head to refrain his weight from leaning and crushing against you.
aventurine's mouth was hot against your ear, too hot, in fact, that your body manifests swells of electric jumps on your limbs and muscles, your blood thrumming as you're audibly hissing out petulant sobs through your slacked jaw.
"tell me how it feels, yeah?" he sighs between gritted teeth, savoring the anticipation as his eyes squeeze shut, hips aligned and drawing his oozy tip against your entrance before pressing into your hole.
"ugh, fuck—" he grunts, "you'll mess me up today, hm?" as he moans deeply into your ear, so grateful to you as you shakily exhale through your mouth, your hole melting around his thick shaft before he inches further through your plushy walls.
aventurine was unashamed of gasping out those lecherous noises for you, brazen to the point where he's telling you how you feel as you squeeze him and cloud his mind with your milking compression indulging in him, "aah— you feel so nice, so soft, i'm losing my mind," he cheekily laughs between his whines, feeling elevated.
he kisses your neck as you sob, your walls feeling all of him inside as you exhale between a shaken embrace— but it's telling how much it turned you on when your boyfriend was this vocal with the pleasure you caused on him, his tongue darting across your neck before he loudly groans into the skin, your hole tensing and letting go, tensing and letting go, adding pressure again.
your eyes roll back as he grinds himself in you, always holding against your ass to fondle with the skin as he repeatedly pressures and pulls his cock through your creamy hole, entering all his inches inside an eager cuddle.
the sensation of having him claim your body in such way made your stomach do flips and tumbles, and the hums into your ear only multiplied the ways you responded to him with fizzy tears pulling at your lashes. right there, aventurine spills his brazen moans right against your ear, shamelessly between affectionate words of love, sending your inmost nerves into hard overdrive.
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— ꒰ DR RATIO ꒱ + pulls your face to him before you climax
before he advances forward to his original plan, veritas will make you feel like you're mounting off pleasure and ah, your silhouette was charming to look at, no? you're so sweet when you hide your face from him. yet he doesn't understand why you're so embarrassed to show your flustered state? regardless, he loves when you do that, hiding the real taste, doesn't matter if he's suckling on your clit or watching how you suck him off, you're always warding off his enticing gaze.
the tantalizing signs of your embarrassment were enough for dr ratio to focus on all the different regions of your body— not only that, but he inspects your breathing and how it shudders through you, not to mention how it hitches when he grinds into your cunt.
with that, he can determine that you prefer it faster, although mixed in with a couple slow grinds once he's sheathed himself fully inside. a combination of both can do a lot more, and channeling it into one was his speciality. you're making it just that easy for him.
you wonder why? well, it's because you make everything look so sexy that it's so easy to figure you out.
after finding the perfect tempo for the both of you, your warmth clamps around him before losing yourself in each precise, calculated push of his hips overloading from the feeling of being close to you, or ah, being one with you, correct? it's how you're throbbing and creaming his entire base full that he realizes you're right there, feeling an upcoming wave of pleasure making itself visible.
"i'm cumming, i'm, aah, fuck," you moan beneath his hypnotizing pair of eyes as his hips rush through you, spreading your poor, little cunt apart as your hole flexes around his shaft. veritas knew he had to be quick with it, so after hearing you sob and wince, he draws himself off your neck and cups your face roughly, casting his eyes on you.
the man was gorgeous and he knew it, much to your dismay— he could also be a total idiot about how annoyingly handsome he was and that he always knew how to use it to his benefit— although in this moment, his face was soused in his sweat, messed up around his forehead and covered with fizzling lust for you.
a strangled cry rips from your throat and vibrates through his eardrums as your body vividly shakes under him. you're whimpering at the embarrassment of having him look at you while he's forcing the eye contact with his hand bending around the softness of your cheek.
you had no idea how much of a difference it made to look at him and become so, vulnerable.
you squirm under his searing silhouette, crying out the most beautiful sounds as your sore hole twitching around the base, utterly spent as veritas only admires the glow in your eyes, nothing more and nothing else.
the two of you exhale shakily in your afterglow, wet skin clinging to the sheet and relishing in its dirtiness.
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— ꒰ SUNDAY ꒱ + kisses your clit before going down on you
he holds himself back, he needs to, because fighting the urge to bury his face where you needed him the most was always worth it— before he latches on your clit, he uses his rough thumbs to push the plushy skin protecting your clit aside to plant his plump lips over it, ghosting his mouth on top as he's almost successful enough to distract you from two digits bumping against your weeping hole.
sunday adjusts his face on your pussy before planting a wet kiss on your clit, his lusting eyes turning dark in the dark light as he roams two fingers inside your cloying hole, "give it to me, i know you can do it," he takes each necessary step to make you arch your back and gush all over him— your bothered silhouette making his cock ache and balls throb in his boxers.
his digits ascend over the slopes of your velvet walls as he presses delirious sensations on your cunt before spitting on your pussy repeatedly, messily grinning against your folds when you wince to every single droplet of his saliva hitting your cunt.
what doesn't come as a surprise is that sunday likes being messy with it— he needs to feel the wetness, the sheer contact of a hot tongue on your throbbing skin that he asks himself, can you feel it too? oh silly, of course you can, there was no room for debate by how you're reacting to it.
he swallows your arousal pooling on his tongue as he laps at your clit while his fingers graze along the sponginess of your walls, your pussy holding and clenching around the two digits. your eyes were half lidded, almost closed, your body so responsive that your cunt pulses at nothing but the tip of his tongue nudging into your clit.
"so obedient you are, my dear," he rasps before your fingers slope around the loose strands of his hair to press him into your heat, your back arching and your cunt spasming as you ride his face.
sunday hums happily, satiated, "what a good girl you are," he praises you enlaced in a wanton voice, thrusting his fingers roughly as you cum inside a silent cry.
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— ꒰ BOOTHILL ꒱ + teases you with his teeth
your saccharine alike face prompts a menacing grin from him as he settles you on his lap before tilting your head a little— his eyes drizzling into the space on your neck and how he could feel your heart beat from that precious spot. boothill tests the waters, his insatiable hunger for you being so painful as he sighs out excitedly. he grazes into your neck and drags the sharp edges through your sensitive skin— always holding you on his waist with one hand wrapped around while the other toyed with your soft tits.
boothill has everything under his control, okay? you needn't worry— in fact, he always tells you to not torment yourself when all you had to do was trust him with your pleasure.
a smile stretches across his face as he brazenly flattens his tongue against your neck, feeling your pulse thud on the wet muscle before squeezing your tits to mess up your focus. you cling to his strong shoulders as you arch your back when he rolls a nipple between his digits, "you like that, don't you?" he drawls, your moan bending when he pinches your tit again.
your eyes roll back, and ugh, it feels so good, his rough yet precise touches were capable to induce waves of sparks from your breasts to all the way down, hitting your aching pussy. you're humping against his thigh and drool, more so stain your panties with your slick. the swell of his bulge was heavily pressing against your clothed folds, and boothill knew it wouldn't take long until you'll beg him to fuck you.
alongside those mesmerizing touches that marked up your breasts, the man took his time and acted unhurriedly as he sucks on your neck, shielding his eyes as he dips his head right above your collarbones. your skin mists with drops of his saliva as you find his hair beneath your hands, tugging slightly at his strands.
boothill moans into your neck, the vibrations setting a fire on your wet core, "let me consume you..." you hear him murmur playfully, his sharp fangs tauntingly pressing into your neck as you arch your back, "pretty, mh, you're so good, so lovely, so pretty, and ugh," as he stammers, his tongue blazing wildly across the pulsing spot that he's bitten, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he calls your name.
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