“You’ve come on time… that’s a first, anon~!“ Even when it was a date, Kirika never abandoned her uniform. Maybe she adhered to club regulations at all times; maybe she had simply outgrown the rest of her wardrobe. But the way her nipples were tenting against the thickness of her yellow vest, she was probably already due for a new fitting. “They say that holding hands is lewd. But that’s exactly why I want to do it, you know?“
She tossed her banana peel into a trash receptacle and held out her hand. Though Kirika only vied for your attention, her charms always came with a blast radius. Patrons in a nearby restaurant peered over their newspapers or their cups of coffee to get a serving of her massive chest; one particularly transfixed waiter was absent-mindedly pouring an entire container’s worth of salt over someone’s fries. And who could blame them? Even so much as extending her arm left her beach ball breasts quaking through multiple aftershocks. If there was a bra somewhere under there (and there had to be given their spherical perk), it was about as flimsy as the peel she had just discarded.
“Awww, you’re so cute when you’re flustered, nonnie!” Kirika’s free hand moved to cup her cheek; her elbow nudged against her bust, further elongating the already-endless jiggling. “I just can’t help myself around you. I am dying to eat you up~!”
If it was foreseeable then, it was downright palpable now: Kirika’s figure wasn’t taking kindly to her uniform. Her vest – even as thick as it was – had begun to shear like it was being driven through a cheese grater. Slits of her pale, creamy flesh bulged through every gap they could find. It wouldn’t be much longer before the dam burst.
But you didn’t have to watch from a distance. Kirika took your hand in hers and tugged you to her side. Your head immediately impacted against an ample serving of sideboob; it would seem that her rack was doomed to an eternity of wobbling. “Whoops, silly me~,” Kirika feigned remorse, but the way she bore her teeth was like the grin of a cunning fox. “I may have the body of a supermodel, but I’m still pretty damn wide thanks to these honkers~!” The impression of her chest’s softness lingered far after your brief contact – though, perhaps it was just that a little of her sweat had adhered to your face in the same way her lipstick left marks on your skin.
But was it sweat? Or was it… was it something else?
“Now let’s get going already,” Kirika said, lacing her fingers around yours and tightening her grip. “I don’t want to be late for our reservation!”
If it was something else, she hadn’t noticed. But since your eyes were at the level of her boobs, it was undeniable: a duo of damp circles began to form on her vest, and they expanded slowly like pancake batter being poured into a pan. Your heartbeat quickened – and so did her body’s growth. The purple bow rounding her neck had begun to unravel, revealing a significant amount of perfectly symmetrical cleavage. The gaps in her top popped seams like popcorn, and more and more of her skin was pouring out from the fabric.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that I took some expansion serum,“ Kirika finally admitted. “The restaurant doesn’t have the greatest drinks… so I figured we could just go hide in a bathroom stall and I’d quench your thirst~“
MeetBrevirostruavis macrohyoideus! This Enantiornithine bird is notable for the hyoid structure which indicates it likely had a long tongue, similar to today’s woodpeckers. Here it uses that tongue to lick up small insects from early flowering plants, and maybe a bit of pollen too.
Yessss! Finally, I get to share the illustrations I did for Casey Youngflesh and his Ph.D research! Go check out Youngflesh et al. 2022 for the details, but in short, he used a whole lot of bird banding data (from The Institute for Bird Populations’ Monitoring Avian Productivity and Survivorship program) to demonstrate differences in wing shape and body size within species, and how those things are actually changing in response to climate change (as the world gets warmer, birds get smaller). Crazy stuff!
For@whumpawoman Angstpril; prompts are Whumper-Run-In,Panic Attack, and maybe even Revenge.
This arc is a collaboration with @for-the-love-of-nsfwhump , Damiel is hers and in this universe, they’re married to Ira. Also - this is a piece of writing I’m very proud of, and I hope that you like it.
Cw panic attack, referenced captivity, referenced lady whump, referenced death of a loved one. Not much whump, yet big on the angst.
Emma is pulling at Isaac’s hand, and he almost has to jog to keep up with her short legs. “Your uncle is an old man, Emmy,” he says, half joking. He’s not old, but he can’t walk fast. Not since he’s had a bullet lodged in his hip, in the night that cost him everything.
“But I can see the playground already! Can I go? Please?“
He can see it, too. A big wooden pirate ship, some swings, a handful of other adults and kids wrapped into warm clothes on this sunny day in late fall. It’s just some meters, he tells himself. It’s safe. Still, it takes him some seconds to force his fingers to open and let his niece’s gloved hand slip out of his, as she races off. There’s something to the way she runs. Despite the childish joy to her movements, the somewhat clumsy way she sets her feet, he still thinks of Sophie. Sophie, who can’t be here, who has never met her niece, and whose laugh he misses every single day. The last thing he’s seen her do was run. Run by his side, to safety, to freedom. It had been so close. They could’ve been together. They should be.
They aren’t. He’s alone.
On the playground, Emma has reached the pirate ship and is already climbing up, gloves dropped on the ground, hands and booted feet steady on the small climbing grips. Sophie and him have always wanted kids. They’d talked about it often enough, before they went to bed. Two, at least, one boy and one girl, maybe. He wonders, if they’d ended up with the light brown curls Emma shares with him, or maybe more of the straight black hair from Sophie’s side.
Finally, put up the littleAbout Krysantheblurb. If ya’ll read it and got some questions that I can deep dive and gush about, the ask is open ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Time to revisit an old classic! The Triumph of Time series by @sunderedstar (my favorite transformers fic of all time? signs point to yes), but with eight or nine months more of experience and in pursuit of the deep leather secrets! Naturally, I tried to shop outside of bookbinding-specific retailers and immediately bought the wrong kind of 2oz veg tanned leather (I bought buttero leather, after fighting the skiving and my turn-ins the whole way, I learned that it is prized for its stiffness, ofc. my lesson has been thoroughly learned XD). But still! I also tried silk moire endpapers for the first time, and backed the exposed surface with gold tissue
Then it got back burnered for a little while as I tried to figure out what to do with the tooling. I had a concept, but wasn’t sure about the details. I tried to do a completely different craft activity last week, so naturally this shook loose! For the three long fics, as word count increases and stakes escalate, I went for the feeling of a gradually rising sun. And then for the collection of short fics that fall before and after the main verse, I avoided an actual sun while keeping similar radiant vibes. The back covers got simple tooling with the pallet, plus my one (1) pretty tool in the corners, and the spines got the (faux) cords outlined, then extra embellishment with the pretty tool. I’m very stoked!!! I didn’t want to just repeat the same parametric designs I did before, even though it wouldn’t have been bad for the space-time shenanigans here. I wanted something new, and I’m pretty excited about how it turned out!
Another book!! I tackled kaasknot’s I’m Gonna Love You With My Hands Tied again, because I love it and I’m obsessed with repcomm now and I’m big mad about it and also I wanted to see how it felt shorter and fatter, as a physical object! Spoilers, I loved it. I also loved the fabric I bound it in before, so I used it as fabric endpapers for this binding, and made my endbands color coordinated to match those endpapers. It all added up to a palette I really enjoyed! I also sewed on proper raised cords for the first time, which was fantastic. So I got the book assembled, but…. what next?
And then…. I decorated. Oh man. So l am learning to use proper brass tools, but those are heckin EXPENSIVE, one of mine is totally borrowed, and you need a bajillion of these things to add up to flexible picture drawing. I just ordered my second and am wrestling with financial guilt at this very moment. But I also have this foil quill I bought last year and my first creative hobby of note was drawing and you can trace through printer paper and maybe I should run some simpler tests first but what if I just–
I’ve got room for improvement, but it’s still SO shiny, and I’m delighted! I need to experiment more with leather surfaces, because it’s more crisp on paper, but that’s just part of learning to work with the medium. I love this a lot, and I’m so glad I tried it out!!
So, I’ve reached some new milestones! I’ve bound a book with silk moire endpapers. I’ve bound a book in leather, even though it was still learning-quality leather, and it had been largely pared before being handed down to me (I’m working on it! leather takes so many knives, and this one just arrived today). And I’ve used heated brass tools to do some blind tooling! Just straight lines for the moment, I’m working on consistency more than anything else, and still figuring out heat/pressure/etc, but oh my god.
And…. I’ve officially bound my own writing for the first time!!! This is in honor of the anon who reached out to me last year. I wasn’t able to answer their question in the affirmative, but it made me realize I’ve done a lot of work in this arena, and it would make a lot of sense to collect as an anthology
And I haven’t given up my wicked ways, I’m just writing about exciting new blorbos at the moment. Also, as I was going back and collecting text, this writing slaps, I stand by it. So the title is very tongue in cheek, this is very good writing, but!
YEAH, BABY!
This does cover a little more ground than pure noncon, because I haven’t written all that much of that, this is supplemented with a lot of material where consent is technically given, it’s just not given in a good way. It’s a very melancholy book in some sections, but I really do think I do a good job of writing sex where neither person actually wants it to be happening, and one or both of them is using it to self-harm. Unsurprisingly, Starscream shines in this arena, and I stand by my writing for him, I proudly recommend my own archives.
I did also write a quick little intro to the anthology, just an overview of the what and why, and specifying that this is the first time I’ve put my own writing in a book. Only took me like 140 books to get around to it, haha!
The book is subdivided by fandom, approximately in chronological order. The one mcu fic would properly go in the middle of the transformers fics, but that wouldn’t have been pretty. And I wanted the starclonus series to all go together, the fic to fic flow is important. I finished a star wars fic last week, but still have a tgcf wip that would belong here, that kind of thing. The bulk of this book is homestuck and transformers, but marvel, xianxia, and star wars all show up too!
This was so rewarding. I still have a lot to learn about working with leather, but even as a sleep-deprived amateur, I’m having such a delightful time! I also have unfinished leather and dyes and knives and no adult supervision, so I have the power to make a hellacious mess next time I get restless, amd I’m so excited
Hello @grxmoire — I am your secret santa for @officialtolkiensecretsanta! I hope you’re having an absolutely lovely day, whatever you may (or may not) celebrate. We have so many of the same favorite characters, I couldn’t decide on just one picture. So here’s:
1 & 2: Túrin & Beleg, happy together. 3: Celebrimbor & Maeglin, bonding in the hills near Gondolin 4. Maeglin enjoying some Quality Mining Time™
Spirit of Darkness. A sketch-design-comic page of one of the characters of my villain-centric novel. The Spirit of Darkness is not a villain, however—but a gentle, retiring spirit who is unable to fully manifest in the presence of a powerful spirit of light. Watercolor sketches.
