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toshiirou · 1 year

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racism in Nintendo 2: electric boogaloo

hello and welcome back it is i, once more. to talk about the elephant in the room that has reappeared in the release of the totk designs. a suspiciously green elephant i might say

this is of course about ganon

i have made a few posts before about ganon - about how it's not anti-racist to 'redeem' his role as an all-evil villain by sexualising him; about the fan response to the first totk trailer and the rehydrated ganondorf trend; and how other characters (namely link) do not get the same treatment that ganon gets for similar design features.

what i want to give today is a more straightforward explanation of 1. why it is bad that ganon is green (yes, it is in fact bad) and 2. the orientalism inherent in his totk design. i know a lot of people find him hot, and might become defensive that i'm pointing out features that they enjoy. the fact of the matter is that the sexualisation of totk ganon is done by deliberately playing upon erotic orientalist tropes and this is something that shouldn't be ignored for personal comfort.

so to start. the green skin. im going to quote an article called Greenface: Exploring green skin in contemporary Hollywood cinema by Brady Hammond, which can be summed up by the arguement in the

"article [is] that as overtly racist cinematic depictions associated with real-world skin colors – particularly black skin – have decreased, Hollywood cinema has relocated those tropes onto green skin."

and I agree. I've talked about coding before in relation to loz, and it is no stretch to consider that a character can be representative of some particular demographic(s) without replicating their features in their entirety.

Without doubt it is straightforward to say that ganon represents a brown or black man. The gerudo are heavily inspired by the SWANA region, and not to mention that most of the gerudo indeed have a brown skin tone. botw having lighter and darker skinned gerudo is still representative of the SWANA region and the variety of looks we have there.

and thus coding done with ganon's design - intentional or otherwise - cannot escape the racial implications that ganon is very clearly a brown or black man. which means negative coding that coincides with preexisting racist coding and racial stereotypes will carry those same racist undertones. none of it is undermined by that nintendo is a Japanese company or that this is a fictional world in a video game. deliberate design choices made by real people can't be absolved from racism when it's convenient

to start:

"David Batchelor states that ‘color has been the object of extreme prejudice in Western culture’. This prejudice, he argues, manifests itself by either dismissing color outright as ‘superficial’ or by denigrating it and ‘[making it] out to be the property of some “foreign” body – usually the feminine, the oriental, the primitive, the infantile, the vulgar, the queer or the pathological’."

and

"More importantly, given the ability of the cinema screen to render fantastic spaces and colors it is necessary to consider how characters are represented when they feature an unnatural or even impossible skin color."

the gerudo have always had an orientalist lens laid over them. ganon has always had strong animalistic associations, and has appeared non-human a number of times. this was fine before nintendo retconned him to specifically be a brown man from a group that are explicitly human in the same way that hylians are human and other round-eared people in the loz franchise are human. it is racist to seperate the gerudo exclusively from other human groups as having explicitly non-human characteristics given their prolific role as the first group of brown humans in tloz, and the most foreign and exoticized group of humans.

to give ganon green skin is thusly, a way that implicitly denies his humanity. and it becomes pointed when this primitive and animalistic coding occurs most frequently to the brown man villain. now that totk revived ganon as a humaoid it becomes more pointed that he's denied the same human skintone of the rest of the gerudo, and it's quite frankly upsetting to see this happen and to be glossed over.

more specifically. green has preexisting racist associations for black and brown characters specifically. that is because green has long been used in media to depict the racialised other by linking them with real world negative racist stereotypes. an example given in the article "in Star Trek (1966-1969) when an alien woman of the Orion race dances. Her skin is an emerald green and she is both hyper-feminine and an alien Other." not commented upon but which is more evidence to the racial stereotyping of green skin is that the orion woman is depicted in a distinctly orientalist manner: with a hypersexualized outfit and routine that is reminiscent of belly dancer fantasies. the low light, setting choices, and recurring theme of the slave women dancing provocatively plays upon the western imaginations of the Harem.

as you can see:

other examples of the green other include orcs (with their own swath of racial stereotypes), the grinch, aliens, gremlins, goblins, etc. what often occurs is that green characters are concurrently linked to ethnic stereotypes through coding that is brought together in the fantasy realm by their green skin. that coding may include racism, orientalism, xenophobia, antisemitism, anti-indigenous stereotypes or so on. it is clear that ganon representing a brown/black man brings with it negative coding in the game as the only villain, his animalistic associations, his domineering violence that stands apart from the primarily female gerudo, and as the racialised other. this coding would still exist if he was not green. but it is an affront to dignity to remove the humanity of a brown man by also making him green.

if i have not yet lost you then to wrap up: the fetishizing other. as established with his coding, ganon's humanity is put into question with his design, and he can be linked to the SWANA region. evocative of a harem is the only (violent and dangerous) man from a group of women who are hidden away, and is explicitly a danger to both them and western/hylian rule and ideology.

His imagery is paired with similar design choices made for the gerudo women to sexualize him and invoke imagery of the sexy orient, the beast that can be tamed, and so on. This is done primarily with his torso being bare while he wears gold jewelry, in a way almost reminiscent of chains or cuffs. brown and black men are fetishized through sexualising them as erotic beasts, which is clear to the image that totk ganon's design presents. even the toe rings play into this - as a practice with a long history in India as worn by married women (and men, in Tamil culture).

much akin to the face veil for women, brown and black men are often sexualised through (usually gold) jewelry. specifically (like with the veil) the juxtaposition between their lack of full covering (bare torso is most common) and the abundance of ornamental jewelry. it shows their body as this exotic, decorated prize, where their nudity is highlighted by what they do wear. [this remains true despite the real world groups in the swana region that have traditionally topless outfits for men. that sort of respectful and researched depiction of cultural outfits it not what is happening here, clearly]

[note: there are clear elements of ganon's outfit that have a noticeable influence of the samurai, and the outfit is not exclusively made from one source. however the features of the outfit that i am mentioning, the jewellery, toe ring, even the trousers, are not part of the samurai aspect. it is in conjunction with the other coding and features that ganon having a bare torso becomes anything more significant]

which all goes to say that totk ganon's design continues Nintendo's legacy of racism. He is simultaneously dehumanised and sexualised - which only serves to further his dehumanisation. I am not going to ask for or address his role as a villain, what I want is just a modicum of respect.

#totk ganon #gerudo #gerudo tag #moya's loz thoughts #legend of salty #txt #if u don't know me im not open to feedback but block me and move on with your life

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ask-the-invincible-crew · 4 months

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It's the thought that counts... Merry Christmas from the crew leads!

#MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKSSSSS #Markiplier #iswm #in space with markiplier #Gunther #celci #burt #Gunther b gunnerson #Celci f kelvina #main #ask-the-invincible-crew #Scheeze art #ive been saving this joke since last year sdkjfhskdKJHSDSKDJFH ANYWAYS HAVE AN EARLY COMIC IM ON VACATION RN HOHO #FOUND A FASTER WAY TO DO TEXT SO HOPEFULLY MY COMIC PROCESS WOULD BE FASTER HEHE #testing out a new text format #tell me what you guys think about it :D im open to feedback HAHA

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thatnununguy · 15 days

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hello. re: your pinned post i would highly appreciate an eridan or perhaps even an erikar, would you be so inclined. best regards from house betatrolls.

Thanks for the request! :)

#doodle #homestuck #eridan ampora #karkat vantas #for some reason i always draw eridan in a coat instead of his cloak #the nov 9th joke is solely based on all the coho videos I've been watching recently #ermm yeah i hope you like it #if not just send another request! im open to feedback

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ganondoodle · 4 months

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some random ideas for the totk rewritten project

krog (korok) seeds

i think i found a way to include krog seeds even if i reintroduced bags for expanding your inventory- what if the krog seeds are redeemed for the amiibo sets and maybe a few new things? that way you are not forced to engage with krog puzzles if you are tired of them and its not essential either, you can choose what armor set you want instead of being "surpised" by the same link hat three times in a row for fighting your way through the depths (like i was lol)

considering im rewriting the krog forest to be like a minidungeon with a unique miniboss and boss AND you start the quest for restoring the master sword there i think that this is acceptable

what if one of the expensive rewards was a krog armor set that includes the mask from the botw DLC but adds two more pieces, its effect could be to turn invisible as the krogs are to most people; considering how they are not invisible to everyone it could still work with important NPCs still seeing you AND you could run through monster camps without them chasing you if you just want to get through without you attacking them- since its expensive you gotta gather alot of krog seeds to buy it meaning it wouldnt make encounters much easier bc you have to fight alot of monsters before being able to afford it anyway and the effect is removed once you attack an enemy .... or maybe once you are spotted you can stand still and the effect restores itself nhfkjdnkjfdk

food + storage

to raise the difficulty a little i thought about bringing bottles back, they are physical items this time with a limited number and are able to store medicine and soup that has no expiration date; personally i like cooking tho so i want to keep it, maybe with the effect of being a bit more limited in number and, while not spoiling completely, it loses some of its effectiveness over time

how you use them im not yet sure, either the same way in inventory (which i think i will go for since i dont want to change it that drastically and with the added balance of limitation i think that is still fine) or on some kind of item wheel you can set yourself like in skyward sword

there are bags you can find as bigger items that will expand your weapon, shield or bow inventory slots, perhaps a small bag gives you one and a big one two slots- it would be a bigger and different reward for exploring or quests and fills the spot for inventory expansion

theres a chest in links house (i thought maybe links house is still links but they built onto it so zelda has a place to stay as well, like a bigger/double house) that can hold armor sets if you dont want to keep carrying all of them around but dont want to sell them either

repairable weapons through zelda

weapons still break but are full weapons again, i found the excuse of them all being useless now through the cataclysm ... somehow for some reason a pretty blatant way for forcing you to fuse stuff bc its literally the only viable thing to do, but i like the idea of inventing new weapons with materials; to balance it out and give you an incentive to help out your friends i figured that at first weapons still break, but in each region is a smith that can teach zelda (who is your companion in this rewrite) how to repair weapons of a certain type (zora, spear, goron, two handed, rito, bows, gerudo, one handed-- perhaps it is a longer quest of idk .. bringing certain weapons to those smith or similar) which she can do anywhere outside combat;

how broken the weapon is determines how much extra material she may need to do it- im still working on it but i got the idea of the status of the weapon being symbolized in three stages, fine, damaged and broken; damaged is the one that needs less material to fix up, broken costs more- a broken one might still occupy an inventory slot but is unusable or very very bad damage wise, you can throw it away either manually or when you try to pick up a new one you can choose if you want to swap it out (just like they did with stuff from chests in totk .. idk why they didnt add that to in game weapons lying on the ground too) or choose to keep it and repair it once you are out of combat

arrow types

i dont like the menuing in totk for the arrows ... it was one of the most frustrating things to deal with (especialyl bc it sorted your inventory too??? when you used the sorting in the quick menu???) so i wanted to change that a little, havign to go into the quick menu everytime for each arrow i find tedious too, so;

there are more arrow types but they are craftable with arrows and materials, you can craft them in bulk out of combat (the typical types from botw -fire,eletric,ice,bombs- but then add those confusion ones, wind, the cloudy shroom thingy, poison .. perhaps a few more if i can think of more but not too mayn to not clutter it again)

enigma stones function

i wanted to change how enigma stones function somewhat, they dont "enhance" the ability of the champion/sage (i still wanna call them chmapions bc thats what they areeeee) it allows them to link an ability of theirs to link without the orginal champion having to be present or dead, the stones come in set of two each and function somewhat like a magic communication between the player and the champion, once you obtain the second piece its embedded into links shiekah arm prosthetic (also something of my rewrite) and allow him to call upon their ability at will through a second selection wheel

ranch ruins

the ranch ruins i wanted to be rebuild (bc thats cool and i thought restoration was a theme? lol) and maybe you help rebuild it proper and as thanks you can put your horses there to roam around all at once when not taken out to ride, not a big gameplay thing but a neat quest with a rebuilding thing of a building we havent seen in its prime and a neat addition of letting you see all your horsies at once :)

(totk rewritten project)

#ganondoodles talks #zelda #totk #ganondoodles rewrites totk #kinda random ideas thrown around but i kinda like this direction #makign it all a little more streamlined while not removing too much of its core #also adressing some issues from botw #while also giving them a little more substance #ngl im actualyl thinking of omitting the building aspect as a whole ........#its impressive for sure but i dont know if this kind of game is truly the best place for that #i hoenstly think all those ideas are both really cool- work well and would have been doable with that time and money nintendo got #i dont want to be too proud of myself though so im open for constructive feedback on what you think about this #(´。＿。｀)

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seonghwacore · 2 days

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be real honest. which member of your favorite group whose personality is actually similar to you? are they your bias or not?

#ann.txt #ive been curious about this #esp to atinys but i think people from other fandoms might see and want to share too #in my case my personality is the closest to mingi hongjoong and scoups (with less $$$)#mingi mainly cus of his thinking framework and bluntness constantly talking abt world economy whatsoever 😂#his “cost-benefit” mindset is strong and its shown? but it doesnt make him cold or careless abt his friends #and you know what else is strong in him? his simpness for yunho. boi doesnt have anything bad abt him he has his name in his head 25/8 #i think if i have my own “yunho” person i'll have nothing in my head but them too #i think if hes just a clerical worker or avg uni student hed do a good job in business or any job/study thats data driven?#hongjoong and coups. assertive yet open to feedbacks. they treat it as opportunity to improve and reach out wider audiences #while attentive to their members their works the top priority. if they can work then why sleep #be the $$$ daddies 🤑#just in real life yet tricky in games 🤪 but sometimes im also a fool like mingi 🤪🤪🤪#and nope theyre not my bias but its amazing to know you gentlemen 🤝#PLUS THEYRE ALL BIG BABIES MAXIMUM OF 5 YEARS OLD #I AM 5

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three-soulmates-askblog · 8 months

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What’s the difference between, like, romantic and queer platonic relationships/soulmates?

Kusuo: and it's different for everyone this is just how it works for us

Mikoto: yeah every relationship is its own!

Reita: we just vibin'

I'd like to note I have never been in a queer platonic relationship myself. But I am an aroace individual. This explanation is based on the research I did for myself in writing this askblog. I feel it's important to note this bc everyone's relationship is really the peoples involved own thing. I didn't want to go too deep with their explanation bc like I said I don't have experience with it myself.

Anyway that's all 👍 thanks for reading my note

#saiki k ask blog #saiki kusuo no psi nan #the disastrous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo #soulmate au #toritsuka reita #aiura mikoto #queerplatonic #these bitches queerplatonic #queerplatonic relationship #btw im open to feedback on this stuff #im not always consistent with things on this blog if that isnt obvious #but i do want to portray their relationship in a fun real feeling way #sidenote there was supposed to be another pannel but I didnt like the way it turned out sooo i killed it

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gomzdrawfr · 3 months

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I get hella nervous whenever I post Gaz because I've seen other artists(my friends even) being bashed or dog piled when their version of Gaz doesn't align with their vision or straight up saying "its drawn very badly" so im glad to read everyone's nice reblog comments on my latest Gaz doodles <3 thank you, I appreciate it truly

I know I shouldn't really be scared of those kind of comments, but lately I've been struggling a lot lol but im learning and trying my best :] ((despite it taking a whole year to actually dare to draw and post him)) Elliot's very pretty!! handsome man!! so sometimes I feel like im not doing any justice if i dont draw him well enough

BUT

its okay, ive learned to live with it and draw him the way I like without trying to shape it in everyone's idea

because let's be frank, you can't satisfy everyone, no matter how sweet or shiny the apple is someone's bound to hate it

anyways yeah just wanted to say i appreciate yall

#there's been a trend where i see artist getting unwanted comments and feedback on their art in a way that are rude #there's a fine line between criticism and being mean and i feel like no one knows the differences anymore these days #you'll see what I mean in my latest reblog with gira #I too have been receiving a few of them #which is why my tumblr ask is closed off because im genuinely upset by them #happen recently on twitter too hence i havent been very open there #it hurts okay even if it shouldnt #please bear in mind that the artist are also human they have feelings too #gummmyspeaks

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florshedworf · 20 days

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okay ive been thinking about this for a little bit but what sort of dress would thunder wear.

i was thinking perhaps something fancy? like a sleeveless dress or something with some sort of armor? perhaps not something that drags on the floor though

or maybe something a bit more practical? something that isn’t really a dress but you can move more freely/have more protection in (or just generally looks more square/sharp)

#thunder in the show clearly cares a lot more about his image than shiny which means dress would probably be a bit more restrictive for him #and tbh it isnt really that i feel like he would entirely hate wearing something feminine in general? i think hes more worried about people #‘s perception of him wearing a dress. if yknow what i mean #i could also say fuck what i think he thinks and put him in a random ass dress but man. MAN i just care a lot #and i mean i have thought/discussed putting him in a big stupid dress so maybe im just overthinking it LMAO #anyways feel free to give feedback #images of dresses are GREATLY appreciated ��🙏#worf opens their big mouth #super giant robot brothers #sgrb #also the main reason i chose a sleeveless dress was mainly so i didnt have to deal with his wide ass shoulders LMAL #BTW HI DISCORD PPL I KNOW WE DISCUSSED IT A BIT THERE BUT I WANNA EXPAND THAT IDEA HERE

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shmeddieshmunson · 2 years

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The Routine

Eddie Munson x Transmasc!Reader, 18+, cute but then smut, smoking, drinking, making out, fingering, Eddie x You +"good boy"

Smut one-shot ~3k words, minors do not interact

Knock knock knock-knock-knock! You drummed rhythmically on the door with your knuckles.

You scanned the edge of the pool of yellow light that washed over you and the front porch of Eddie’s trailer. Moths and mosquitos flitted around. The park was calm, but you could hear the muffled sound of music and voices from neighboring trailers. Could see vague movement in some of the lit windows behind the curtains.

The warm summer breeze carried away the smoke from the cigarette that hung between your lips, and you could hear the crickets, cicadas, and frogs.

Knock knock! You heard from the other side of the door before it swung open. You whip your head forwards again and come to attention.

“What do you want, punk?” Eddie spits, locking his hip and obscuring the doorway, his voice almost sing-songy with his faux toughness. He’s backlit by the warm lights inside, face highlighted yellow with dramatic shadows. You grin and pull the cigarette from your lips, but he plucks it from your hands and takes a drag before you can even lower your arm fully.

Slightly slack jawed and awkward, you just kind of freeze there in awe, and he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Well??” he demands, his mouth starting to curve upwards.

“I uh…” you clear your throat, “I’m here to see a guy… about a thing...” There’s a brief pause that feels longer than it is as he exhales the smoke in his mouth. “C’mere–” you lean forward quickly and hook your finger into one of his belt loops, and stuff the other into his hair, pulling him into you for a hard kiss. He laughs into your mouth, finally cracking and relaxing, leaning the front of his body into yours.

“That was really the best you could come up with?” He teases you as he takes a step back, "A guy about a thing?" He moves quickly like he’s going to punch you in the gut, “uhn!” he exclaims playfully, his fist stopping jerkily before it connects, and recoiling. Then he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you indoors with him.

“Look, I came here to smoke and to make out, not to start writing our comedy show,” you quip back sarcastically.

He walks across the room and into the kitchen and pulls open the fridge door, tongue absentmindedly sticking out between his smiling teeth.

The trailer already has a smoky haze to it, and you plop down on the worn but comfortable brown couch, beginning the routine you two have developed together over the months. You reach into your jacket’s chest pocket and pull out a small hand painted tin, which you lovingly refer to as your Go Pack. Eddie had gifted it to you for your last birthday, and intricately decorated it with snakes and dice, as well as your initials.

You run your thumb over the slightly raised design, then pop it open and pull out the spliff that you already have rolled for the two of you. Eddie walks over to the couch with two beer bottles clinking together in one of his hands, and an ashtray in the other. You look up at him and there is a flicker in both of your eyes as they meet, and you flash him a brilliant smile. He sets everything on the small coffee table.

“Care to do the honors?” You ask, head tilted up, looking at him. You motion the spliff and lighter you’re holding towards him.

“Ooo, don’t mind if I do,” he takes them and bounces himself down on the couch, thigh pressed up against yours. The lighter flicks to life and lights up his face as he settles into your side and you rest your arm on the back of the couch behind him. His cheeks hollow around the joint as he sucks in to spark it, and you’re taking in all the details of his soft and angular face.

He looks at you and raises his eyebrows slightly before billowing a puff of smoke between you. You laugh lightly through your nose, and take the joint from him, your fingers brushing his on the filter.

It’s his turn to stare as you inhale, but you pretend you don’t notice.

“You always look so hot when you smoke,” he says with a lowered voice, eyes scanning from your lips to your eyes and down again. You let a smug smile creep onto your face and exhale the smoke out of your nose. You take another drag, but instead of passing the spliff you hold it away and lean your face towards Eddie’s. He knows that cue and meets you halfway, parted lips meeting yours as you blow the smoke into his mouth while he inhales, ending it with a flit of your tongue and soft open mouth kiss. You hum into his mouth as he returns the kiss, and holds the smoke for a moment before blowing it out again. “Damn,” he rasps.

“Yeah, damn,” you rub his shoulder with your thumb and look at him through your eyelashes. Without breaking eye contact you pass the spliff over. The two of you spend several minutes doing this; lazily kissing and admiring each other while you shotgun hits back and forth, and slowly burn the spliff to the filter. You make each other laugh, and cough, and neither of you can keep your hands off of the other.

That's how it goes.

He pulls away to set the butt of the spliff that went out a minute ago into the ashtray.

“Shall we relocate to the dungeon,” he croaks in a cartoonish voice, and arcs his arm dramatically towards his bedroom. You throw your head back with a laugh, and don’t catch him fawning briefly at your exposed throat.

“Yes please,” you say with a mischievous smile on your face. It was ridiculous how much this boy made you smile.

You quickly push up off of his shoulder, pinning him to the couch while you get up first. “Hey!” he grunts, and pushes you a little when he catches up a moment later. You both laugh and stumble towards the other room, knocking into each other, racing to get there first. He does, but he steps aside, bows, and sweeps his arm like you’re royalty, letting you pull ahead at the last second.

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” you coo. As soon as you cross the threshold of his room you start shedding layers, and Eddie clicks the door shut behind you. “My uncle shouldn’t be home until late, but, yanno..” You glance over at him and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Better safe than sorry.”

He closes the distance between you and grabs the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head for you, before pushing you towards the bed. You happily oblige and fall onto his bed, the blanket cool under your back and you close your eyes and take a deep breath, soaking up his smell. You feel as he presses his shins into the edge of the bed with one of your knees between his. When you open your eyes, he’s looking down his nose at you, long hair falling around his face. His energy has shifted away from the playfulness you came into the room with, and when you meet his eyes again, it gives you butterflies.

“Hi,” you say breathily. He kneels one leg between your thighs, and starts leaning over you, planting a hand by your head on his descent towards your face.

“Hi,” he whispers into your mouth, just barely keeping from brushing his lips against yours, and holding your gaze still through his eyelashes. You lean up to connect with his lips, and the movement shifts you down into his knee on accident. Your breath hitches, but it gets lost in the kiss that’s exploding between the two of you. You move your hips on purpose now for a little bit more of that friction and let your eyes flutter shut. He smirks and runs his free hand down your chest, over your stomach, and grabs the waist of your jeans. He pulls and presses, helping you establish a rhythm against his knee and thigh.

The intensity of your kisses amplifies, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He sucks on your top lip, and nibbles at your bottom. His tongue traces your teeth. Your hands are running all over his back, up into his hair, and up and down his chest. Restless and grabby.

He ruts your hips into him with a particular gusto, and you can’t help but moan.

“Mmmm, get up on the pillows for me,” he rumbles, and he licks a stripe up the side of your neck before yanking the waist of your pants the direction he wants you to go.

You make a little sound of agreement, and use your elbows to scooch backwards. He drops his other knee to the bed, and watches you wiggle into a comfortable position while he begins the slow crawl up to you between your legs. Again, his dark and intense gaze sends a ripple through you. You can see the slight bulge in the front of his jeans and it makes you throb a little more in your own pants.

He kisses a line along the top of your waistband, then slowly starts to kiss a trail upwards. Holding himself above you he kisses your stomach, past your belly button, up to your chest. He veers off center and takes one of your pierced nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls over it as it hardens and you take up fistfulls of his hair as he sucks on it. You groan and let your head fully relax back, the feeling of his tongue and teeth grazing your sensitive skin and the metal nestled in it zings into your core.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whimper as he licks and kisses his way across your chest to torture your other nipple. Sucking on one, and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, grunting and groaning when your hands tighten in his hair. You’re already becoming a wet mess for him, and he knows it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t drag it out.

His hands find their way to the front of your pants again, but this time he pauses. “Baby, I wanna feel you so bad,” he drawls, and you exhale hard at his words. “Can I?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, biting your lower lip a little.

He unbuttons your pants, unzips the fly, and starts pulling down on the waistband of your jeans and underwear simultaneously. You lift your hips into the air to make it easier for him, and he leans down to plant a kiss on your abdomen in response as he slides the rough material down your thighs. When you put your hips down, he sits back on his knees briefly to finish pulling them off of you and then reclaims his spot between your thighs.

Only now, the situation is a bit more intimate. He flashes a rogue smile at you, before zeroing in on the exposed heat between your legs. His rings glint in the light as he brings his hand to you, tracing sporadic shapes beside your lips and across the top of your mound before dancing over your swollen clit. Your eyebrows jam together as you let out a long sigh. You love the feeling of his fingers putting pressure on both sides of your clit, helping it pop out from under the hood even more. He dips his finger into the pool of grool that's gathering at your hole, and draws a string of it away, very obviously enamored, eyes wide. He does it again, but this time, sliding two fingers over your entrance, up your clit, and then bringing them to his mouth to lick off your juices. He moans around his fingers, looking up at you. The hunger that’s burning in his eyes makes you clench.

“Are you all wet and hot for me? huh,” he murmurs, and drips a glob of spit onto his fingers. He rubs outside of you briefly once more before pushing two of his wet fingers into your cunt and curling them. “Mmmm, yeah, good boyyy,” he groans out, feeling you pulse and drip around his digits. His voice sounds like honey, and he can’t pull his eyes away from your soft skin stretching around his fingers, his rings contorting the skin when he’s deep inside you.

You gasp and swear when his fingers brush up against that rough spot inside you, and you try to keep your hips still with the help of his firm hand pressing down on your abdomen. Then you start babbling pleases and vague begging. Your whines pull him back to this planet, and he looks up at you.

“What is it?” he almost taunts, “you feel good?”

“Yeah, but–” you gasp as he curls his fingers again.

“But what?” He likes making you squirm and struggle, likes making you feel so good you can’t finish your sentences.

“Please, more, I need more,” you look down at him, eyebrows still furrowed, mouth agape, and eyes pleading.

He laughs lightly and plants a sloppy wet kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan. Flicks his tongue over your tiny erection several times.

“‘More!’ he says,” he teases you, as he pulls his mouth away. But, he doesn’t hesitate to jam a third finger in your wet pussy and pick up the pace. You spew profanities littered with his name, all throaty and loud, your back arching and your hips rutting, but he pushes down from your stomach again, which just makes you flood with more juices.

The steady rhythm that he’s rocking your body with from the inside out starts to build inside of you, a deep ache in your guts that makes your legs start to shake.

“God you're such a hot little mess,” he spits between bared teeth. His breath is starting to wrack his body, and his face is scrunched up in lust and focus.

“Ooooo yeah, Eddie, fuck,” you pant, “Eddie you make me feel so good. You– fuck– you make me so wet– nnnn,” your praise and whines are like music to his ears. He doesn’t want you to stop making those sounds, ever.

But he does want to make you squirt.

“Can you take one more, baby?” he asks courteously. He knows you can, just wants to make sure you want it. You nod your head. “Mmmmm, ask for it then, babe,” he slightly slows his three fingers and focuses on just curling them against your inner walls for a moment.

“Ah! Will you, please–nnnnn…. Please put another in me Eddie, I want you to stretch me out.”

“Ooo hoo hoo, good boy,” he tells you, and he pulls his fingers out of you. You wince at the sudden emptiness. He locks his eyes on your face as he tastes you on his fingers, keeping a steady motion on your clit with his other hand. Then he flattens that hand and speeds up, making you drip and clench and pull your legs together at the shift in feeling. He firmly pushes your legs back apart, and then shoves all four of his fingers into your cunt. You make this animalistic, guttural moan scream as he goes right back into his body shaking rhythm from before. Except now, he’s basically grabbing your whole cunt from the inside, and rocking your hips down into the bed and up towards him, and it’s driving you fucking crazy.

Very quickly the tension builds inside of you, and before you can even turn your desperate sounds into real words to warn him, your orgasm crashes over you, and a wave of pleasure rolls through your body. You clench and jerk and your pussy floods and gushes around his fingers, the wetness rolling down his wrist and onto his bed.

“Good BOY! YES, ooo, come all over my fingers, baby,” cooing and groaning, and his face is flushed, mouth open in disbelief. “You’re so fucking hot, yes,” he keeps the stream of praise flowing, but you’re barely tracking it over the rush in your ears and the sound of your own heartbeat. He pets your inner walls a few more times before you start flinching at the stimulation, and he slowly slides his hand out of you. He kisses your inner thigh, and bites down. You yell a little in surprise, before giggling back into a pant to catch your breath.

His fingers and his rings are extra shiny in the light now, dripping every now and then, and he is looking at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Goddamn, godDAMN,” he says with a slap to your thigh, he bites his lip, and then he moves to lay down next to you.

“What can I do for you? If you give me a minute you can fuck me…” you start as your breathing regulates, his body warm and sweaty against yours.

“Well, funny story…” he says sheepishly, “I’m actually uh, pretty sorted out.” You look down without even thinking, and sure enough, in place of the tent he had pitched earlier, there is now a wet spot coming through the denim.

“Oh my god…” your voice is soft and almost a laugh.

He starts to splutter, looking defensive and not finding the words he wants before you cut him off. “No– good oh my god! Like, oh my god that’s so fucking hot that that made you come in your pants,” you grab his face and study him with your bright eyes and amused smile. “Like it’s a little funny, but holy shit, I love it.”

He lets out one laugh and scrunches his nose at you, “Alright, alright, whatever.” He kisses you so you don’t have to keep talking about it.

“I’m gonna go roll up another joint,” he declares, pecks you on the lips, and grunts when he stands up.

You watch him leave the room with an unwavering smile turning up the corners of your mouth, and glassy eyes. After a couple more deep long inhales and exhales, you trail after him.

#y'all im so whipped and down bad for this boy #eddie x transmasc #eddie x ftm #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #service top! eddie #switch! eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #also i am desperate for feedback #i havent written smut in god knows how long #my inbox is open come be gay or tell me what you think #my writing

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sarioh · 2 years

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what i want more than anything is for scott, bigb, martyn, and joel to team up at some point to form the Size Squad (major, big, little, and small)

#s(major)1995 and (big)bst4tz2 can be the big boys #inthe(little)wood and (small)ishbeans can be the little boys #sorry this post actually sucks ass but its just something thats been on my mind and i needed to just post it #im open to feedback #rio posts

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trans-axolotl · 1 year

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Do you (or your followers) know of any tips or resources for harm reduction for alcohol use? Everything I found tends to focus on drug use, and finding very little geared towards alcohol addiction. Thank you if so!

hey anon!

Thanks for this question. I think this definitely is something that can be a little harder to find specific information on, but I feel like the core harm reduction principles definitely can apply to alcohol use as well. I think there are some relevant distinctions when considering this in practice (alcohol is legal and there is a safe supply, bloodborne infections aren't a directly related risk in the same way as with injection drug use, different relationship with stigma and criminalization), but the underlying values feel the same.

When I'm having conversations with people about harm reduction, I think something that can be really helpful is just really doing some self inquiry and asking ourselves a lot of open ended questions. This might look like asking: What do I wish my drinking looked like? What parts of drinking currently feel good to me? What parts of drinking don't feel as good? What needs is alcohol currently meeting for me? How ready do I feel to make a change? What are some reasons I might want to make a change? Are there times in the past that I've successfully made a change, and what did that look like? What support might I need in my life to make a change?

Thinking through these things might help narrow down what positive change might feel most accessible for you right now. The core principles of harm reduction-understanding that there are riskier and safer ways to use any substance, and embracing any positive change, could be helpful things to keep in mind.

In terms of actual practical strategies, there are a lot of options. one option could be trying to make goals about reducing the frequency of alcohol use. Definitely want to put a warning that depending on your current pattern of use, alcohol is one of the few drugs where the withdrawal can actually be deadly. If your body is currently dependent on alcohol, any type of tapering needs to be done super carefully and if possible, might be good to check in with a clinic or doctor for advice. This worksheet also offers information on what safe tapering of alcohol at home might look like.

You could also make some goals about changing the amount you drink at one time. Even if you're drinking the same amount of times per day/week, reducing the overall amount in one sitting could be an awesome positive change.

There are a lot of other strategies you could make goals about in terms of safer alcohol use. These things could be trying to drink more water and eat more when you are drinking, avoiding nonbeverage alcohol, avoiding mixing other drugs and alcohol, working on spacing your drinks throughout your period of drinking, working on incorporating drinking breaks, whether that's throughout your day or throughout your week. You could also make goals about your environment when you drink, whether that's considering what physical spaces are safest to drink in, what people are safe to be around while you drink, things like making goals about only drinking when your emotional state feels more stable, practicing other coping skills and emotional self care, anything!

I'd also really recommend reaching out to local harm reduction orgs if that's an option. Even if they don't have anything listed about alcohol on the website, there are probably people there who would be equipped to help provide support and connect you to resources.

This is definitely a just a tiny snapshot of some harm reduction considerations around alcohol, and definitely want to affirm that you will know best what works for you, what your needs are, and have your own relevant perspective about what you think harm reduction and alcohol use looks like. I don't really have any more direct resources on hand besides what I linked above, but followers, please feel free to add tips or link to other resources! Overall just want to validate that abstinence is not the only or best method for making changes in your relationship with alcohol, and everyone deserves the autonomy to make the decisions that feels right for them and their life.

#asks #alcohol #harm reduction #again im not an expert just passionate about this! so take the things that feel helpful and leave anything that doesnt #always am open to feedback #<3

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a-single-melon · 7 months

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compilation of all my sunflower inktober art the past few days that i just. forgot to post.

prompts in order were, starting from day 3 bc i missed a day, violin, book (there are no books in this one…), picnic, flower crown, and for the last one i combined days 7 & 8, rainy day + vent

#omori game #omori #basil omori #sunny omori #omori omori #omori sunflower #sunnflower #basil x sunny #described #ok now that those are out of the way. the commentary n personal categorization tags you know the drill.#so far these are a fairly even split between angsty symbolism shit and jsut sunny and basil hanging out #i am NOT happy with the flower crown one ill have to redo it at some point.#and once again i worry that i have made the ids far too long. they were okay spaced out on twt but here all on one post #i feel like theyd be kind of a nightmare to listen to all in one. always open to feedback on those bc im still not very good at writing the #melonz arts #basil #omori tag #sunny #art tag #if you read this far. im still working on the pt 2 drawings of the furry post i swear #(thats a lie)#(im not. im not working on them)#(im still PLANNING on working on them though. eventually.)#wow this post is a nightmare #sunflowerinktober2023 #omori spoilers

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vacancy-virtues · 9 months

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#2- "Nothing But Static"

It was just supposed to be another surveillance mission on Villain. Heros one goal was to search their newest hiding spot and Intel gave Hero a detailed schedule of their routine. Hero finally located precisely where in the expansive apartment building Villain resided so while Villain was out on their usual Thursday grocery run, Hero was tasked to search the apartment for their next plans of mass destruction.

Clothes stuck to the skin from how humid it was, making it useless in trying to stay dry with the opposing misty downpour. The setting sun against the smog-filled clouds gave the city a warm yet dingy orange hue as the light began to fade. The rain was as steady as the traffic below the high-rise Hero was climbing the stairs to, where the people look like ants scuttling about in the rain by the time they reach the sixteenth floor.

After taking a moment to catch their breath, they eventually found themselves at their nemesis' door. They looked around, ensuring no one would bear witness to the unsavory act of them breaking into the apartment before promptly doing so with ease.

The apartment was a pristine mess. While the contemporary flair of the furniture complimented the architecture of the apartment, papers remained scattered about the couch and boxes were piled high near the bar in the kitchen. It didn't even look like the kitchen was used often compared to the rest of the apartment. Hero gave a small huff as they looked around, unsure of where to start.

In the corner, by the large bay window beside the TV, was a small electric piano. It had struck the Hero as odd, because when did Villain ever play an instrument? It seemed impractical to them, but many of Villains actions Hero viewed as impractical. They maneuvered carefully around the mess, mindful not to crinkle a single paper, before seating themselves on the bench of the piano. It was the only clear spot to sit in, as the chairs were also occupied with various blueprints and schematics.

"Alright, now what are you up to..." Hero murmured, before carefully searching through a box.

To Heros surprise, the blueprints were from older missions they'd worked on in the past. As they sifted, it was only revealing mechanics of software Intel knew inside and out. Hero shuffled about to another box, and it was filled of past addresses they already met Villain at. Box upon box, nothing was proven to be useful. Hero was just about to get up, until they noticed a notepad atop of the keyboard. On the paper was a half-finished composition, which admittedly, Hero didn't know how to understand.

Hero eyed the boxes in the kitchen. Various labels like "bedroom" and "pantry" marked the boxes. The items Hero could see seemed to correspond, but it didn't make any sense. It had taken some time to find Villain this time around, which allowed plenty of time to craft something only their sickly brilliant mind could comprise. Hero reached for their mic, yet after a moment with no response, they called again.

Nothing but static.

They looked around at the apartment. Perhaps Villain bugged it, and was interfering with their reception? It had to be it. Before the panic could set in, there was the sound of metallic clicking coming from the front door. Hero didn't recall being there for long and it seemed too soon for Villain to return. Carefully, they maneuvered through the papers and into the linen closet near the hallway. The light barely missed the wood slats of the door, leaving the space dark. The door opened, and an irritated huff escaped Villain as they locked up behind them.

"Closed the day before the holiday and the day of? Now it's just excessive at this point..." They sighed and tossed their bag down.

Hero watched through the slats of the closet door as they moved about their apartment. They seemed to be in no hurry to get to any planning. They stripped their coat off and onto the couch before they took a seat at their keyboard by the window. It was a mere recon mission, and with no way to alert the team on how the mission was going, Hero would be on their own.

Their racing mind began to still once a smooth set of notes rung through the air, and pulled Hero from their thoughts entirely. The rhythm felt cool compared to the summer monsoons here. The notes paused a moment, before dipping into lower and higher ranges of experimental notes. While Hero never had the eye for music, they did have an ear for it.

'No, the last bit you had before worked.. go back to it,' they thought.

Almost as if Villain were in their head, they opted for an earlier set of notes before continuing on the song. The sheer coincidence of it made Heros heart race, and they worried Villain knew they were there. The way they played felt as if it were truly an extension of themself, an authentic side Hero hadn't the opportunity to know. To see their hands dance upon the keys pulled Hero like a magnet. Yet, they kept steady their breath, and listened with eager ears the song Villain was weaving together with their beautiful hands. Another pause, and instead of the familiar scratching of the pencil, there came a sigh from Villain.

"What do you think of it so far, Hero?" They asked, their tone even and collected. "I know you're here. The bench was warm when I sat on it and I didn't play before I left."

Hero looked to the door with wide eyes, yet said nothing. This was a bluff. All they had to do was lay low and the suspicion would die down. There was a beat of silence within the apartment. Only the hum of the steady rain outside offered any cushion to the quiet. The bench creaked, and before Hero knew it, the door to the closet opened. They looked at them with an amused, yet tired expression.

"The closet has never been your style before, why now?" They mused as they stepped aside.

Hero looked them up and down with suspicion, yet quickly realized the Villain they battled only a few months ago was not as spry as they once were. Their hair was grown out and dyed (which admittedly to Hero, looked very flattering), their sharper fashion sense was swapped for casual apparel, the sheer fire which burned behind their eyes was dulled. In all their years together, Hero never seen Villain this low. Hero moved out of the closet and backed up from them, careful of the boxes.

"What are you.." Hero stopped, and their brows furrowed once the concern broke through. "What happened to you?"

Villain shrugged and moved passed by Hero. They began to move some of the papers off the couch and into boxes. Villains expression was unreadable as they moved aside the plans they put together to bring Heros demise, only to be evenly matched in the end. It was always how it went. Always something to bring them back together, but never fully together. In all their years, so many altercations ended with someone on the end of the blade or barrel, but so many more coincidences prevented everything from ever truly ending.

"Am I a waste of time to you, Hero?"

"I... what?"

"You can be honest," Villain said while boxing up papers. "I'll still keep fucking you regardless. It's never been a problem for me in the past."

Heros face heated up as they observed the casualness of Villains quips. There was bubbling anger and confusion at the assumption of what they had going on. Where was Villain planning on taking all of this?

"Where is this all coming from, Villain?" They questioned carefully.

Villain smiled and shook their head before sitting on the couch, patting the spot beside them. "You didn't answer my question."

"I'd much rather like context for what I'm answering first, if you don't mind." Hero retorted, yet compromised by sitting on the couch. "Besides, you didn't answer mine..."

"Your question, Hero?" They asked pointedly, before taking a deep breath to rub their face in fatigued irritation. "I got tired, that is what happened. Tired of these excuses of plans which get us into whatever loft I happen to be renting at the time. I don't have another plan for you to take back. I get you're hot shot at the agency, and you have a sort of 'reputation' to uphold, but it's been years. Aren't you bored?"

This was no rouse Villain was trying to pull. Hero didn't consider how repetitive their routine had been. They would meet, one would compromise plans for the other, and would only barely 'get away' according to Intel. Once the mics were off, what they did remained between them and the walls of the many bedrooms they found themselves in.

"I didn't know you played piano," Hero softly said, glancing at the piano then to Villain. "I find all the years more... worth it, because after everything, I'm still learning about you."

It clearly hadn't been the answer Villain was expecting because their head turned to fully meet Heros, and they looked at them with a look of near disbelief and skepticism. Their hands found their way into one another, fitting together as if made to be two parts of one whole.

"But why does it always have to be through a mission?"

They sucked in their breath, their hand gripping Villains hand tighter. The hesitance was enough to tell them all they needed to know. They both wanted more than moments together, however, it seemed only one was ready to make the sacrifice to make it happen. Villain sighed and used the grip they shared to pull Hero into their arms, their eyes choosing to fixate on the rain outside the window.

"I thought you didn't like the city?"

"I don't- it's too noisy, polluted, and not enough trees," they huffed with a sigh, a leisurely hand rubbing circles on Heros back. "I don't mind the rain though."

"It made it harder to find you..." Hero mumbled, their head resting on Villains shoulder. "You're always doing something I don't quite expect."

Villain chuckled, and before they could think themselves out of it, they leaned down to capture Heros lips against theirs in the familiar pressed passion they were accustomed to. The couch was small, but accommodated the closeness of their sweating bodies, and the rhythmic pace Villain set for the evening. What they had wasn't enough for Villain, but what they had was better than not having it at all. They got their answer from Hero, one way or another, and even if they didn't like it, they understood what needed to happen for them to maintain what they had.

By the time Hero awoke, more tired and sore than when they initially fell asleep, they saw the apartment was completely empty, save for the furniture and basic decor items. The piles of boxes were nowhere to be seen and the piano was gone. There was not a trace of Villain, save for torn out piece of paper on the coffee table.

Autumn in Washington Square

A smile curled on their lips as they looked at the completed sheet music in their hands, but it soon faded and their hand fell to their lap. They got dressed after noticing their clothes neatly folded on the end of the couch. Hero pocketed the note, and left the apartment complex. The rain had let up by the morning. A voice finally came through on the mic as Hero walked down the street to their car.

"Hero! Thank god, you're okay! What happened?"

"The apartment was already empty by the time I got in there, and Villain never returned from their trip. When I left, my earpiece fell in a puddle and I had to dry it in rice overnight," They said casually, and their frustration helped in convincing intel. "The only thing they left behind was a note about Washington Square."

"The park in New York? Where do you want our people to start looking first, Hero?"

'I don't like cities'

'Too much noise and pollution'

'Not enough trees'

'I don't mind the rain'

"Start looking for Villain in the dense metropolitan areas. Near the power plants or chemical labs. There will be a dense population so it's best to take your time." They assured, before clicking off their mic.

Once in their car, sheltered from the rain, Hero pressed their forehead against the steering wheel. At least this would bide some time, like always. Hero was tired of this too, though they did not voice it immediately to Villain. With the eyes of the agency looking to the East, Hero sped towards the West. Their mind wracked at how they were going to make it up to them, for having thought they were a waste of time, but Hero had plenty of time during the quiet car ride to think about it.

#my writing #villain × hero #hero x villain #angst #writing #I wrote a good chunk of this in one sitting I do hope you enjoy #im open to feedback and critiques and all that jazz #hah #get it cause theres jazz in this #whatever its two in the morning #indulgence series

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