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I loved this picture so much and just had to colorer it in my style of dabi. I love how ugly he turned out

The League Morning Wakeup headcanons.

Dabi (Todoroki Toya)

He Isn't a morning person. Hell, he doesn't seem like a person who likes to be woken up at all. Since he takes so many painkillers the guy sleeps a lot and can be found passed out almost anywhere, he sits down. So mostly likely he would get fucking angry, this would involve him yelling for a few minutes till he got a cigarette. He knows better than to burn things with his quirk now.

Himiko Toga

She is a morning girly. Definitely, because she was used to going to school and most likely gets up early and helps Kurogiri make the rest of the league food. I don't see her getting upset unless you wake her up in the middle of the night. Then she is going to either cut you or bite your hand.

Shigaraki Tomura

He isn't a morning person. Because most of the time he is staying up till 5am playing video games. Most likely when he is woken up before he decides to get up. He is dusting something. Either it is the person or something close to them to scare them. The first thing he is doing in the morning is downing at least 2 cans of mountain dew or a big cup of coffee.

Kurogiri

Doesn't really care when he wakes up since he is a nomu. He probably doesn't need as much sleep as a normal human. The first thing he is doing is making food for everyone. Then he is cleaning and deals with waking up Shigaraki. Since he is almost the only person besides Dabi who can come out unharmed.

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi)

He is a morning person. Up before everyone, because he enjoys laying out in the morning sun to sunbathe. He wouldn't get upset being woken up early. That is unless it is winter and then he never wants to leave his bed because he is warm.

Mr. Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

He would be a any time-of-day person. Just as long as he gets at least 8 hours of sleep. You know this man enjoys his beauty rest. He most likely would get up around 9 to 10 am.

Even if he is woken up too early, He wouldn't be upset and would just go for a cup of coffee.

Magne

She would be a morning girl. Get up with Toga and help her get ready. They both enjoy breading one another's hair and I could so see her taking care of Toga like she is her daughter. First thing she does is get coffee before she is off to put on her makeup and get ready for the day.

Twice (Jin Bubaigawara)

He would most likely wake up whenever. He deals with a lot of the outside stuff since no one knows his face. Therefore, I could see him having a job to earn money so the League can get food and other things they need. Spit him being how he is. I can see him being one of the League members that use an alarm and gets up at a normal time.

Dabi (Toya Todoroki) When in Love

He would say I love you a lot because he wouldn’t think he does enough for his partner. This may seem like he doesn't mean that he loves them. But he truly does.

He just doesn't feel like normal people so it’s like he is reminding himself of that fact what he feels is indeed love. This may seem like he isn't in love with his partner. But where he isn't sure what love is it took him a long time to put feelings to the word love.

He shows his love not by just saying I love you. Since he isn't a cuddler and not one for much touching because he is in pain most of the time. Dabi would show his love by doing small things for his partner.

This could be things from cleaning to cooking meals. Even if he isn't good at any of these and mostly burns anything he touches. This is included with cleaning. this man doesn't clean because he defiantly doesn't have the patience for it. The way he is the best at showing love is by making sure his partner takes care of themselves. Spite that he doesn't take care of himself very well. Dabi just can't stand seeing the one he loves in pain. He would most definitely give massages and make sure wounds and meds are taken. Even if he hurts his hands giving massages. He could care less if he hurts himself as long as his partner is happy and relaxed.

Dabi would be a jealous man. He would try and hold himself back when coming to people being around his partner. But most of the time he fails and will end up killing the person or taking his partner to a privet place and reminding them they are together.

Most of the time people think he is a dom but deep down he is a softy that just wants to please his partner. So, 90 sum percent of the time he is the sub. That may be if he bottoms or tops.

However, these times he would definitely be a dom. Showing his partner that they can't just let people flirt with them. This would include his biting and making them any way he could. These marks would be in places everyone could see.

When Dabi and His partner are around the LOV, he would most likely pick on them. By calling them names and hitting them hard on the arm. This man isn't one to show others that he cares for someone. Because it could show that he has a weakness, and he doesn't want to be seen as weak.

Yet, his partner knows better and knows that it is because Dabi doesn't want anything to happen to his partner. Would rather put up his own life for his love.

When it comes to love making. It is just that. He likes things soft and loving. It may start off heated and more in the range of fucking. But towards the end he wants his partner to know how much he cares and his focused of making them feel good.

This would include. Being as close as he could to his partner. Spite that it hurts his scars. He would want to feel every breath and movant of their body. Taking in every part of their desire as he could. Dabi is very big into knowing how his partner feels. He needs to hear them and see their face to know if he is doing a good job and not hurting them.

Thank you so much for reading this random headcanons post of mine. I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to like and re-blog. I love hearing from everyone and seeing how people like my thoughts. Love you all and keep being awesome.

What I think Dabi did for money when he was homeless.

When he ran away from the facility AFO had him in, he would hussle old ladys would of money. He would do this by useing his scars and face that he was homeless and very sick and needed to go to the doctor. After he got older that trick didnt work anymore so when he was training his quirk. To see what changes happened to him from AFO. He tryed his hand a petty theft. he never got coaght and ended up stoping when people didnt want to work with him because of how his quirk burned him and was to unpredictable. Much like his personailty. When his scars got really bad he tryed his hand at scaring people out of money that worked for a good while and got him a good bit of cash. But what really got him money was when he was before the LOV when he was 20 or so. Dabi found out that rich mutant lovers would pay to sleep with him.

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About Me

Hello, I go by Unknowlifeform or ULF for sort.

I love MHA and other things but let's be real it's most MHA. I Love many ships. But right now, I have been really into ShigaDabi (They are easy for me to write because of how me and my partner are.)

I'm old as shit (30 years of age) I don't really like talking unless you wish to chat and are over the age of 24. He/Him/They pronouns.

Please be 18 and have your age in your bio. I can't stand people who don't want to say their fucking age. Just own that shit and be your age and stop trying to be younger for the sake of views or some shit like that.

I'm very rude at time if you haven't noticed by now. So, if you want to talk, please take this in account. I don't want to upset anyone if they didn't head my warning.

Star sign is Libra and Personality type is ISTP (Just like Dabi. I love this for me. Lol)

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I don't mind many things. However, I do have my limits and These topics will make me explode like a mother fucking boom and trust me Noone is safe when my bipolar ass dose this.

Here are my limits.

Anyone who post Porn about underage people. (This is anyone under the age of 18.) The porn could be Fics, art or anything. (I don't mind if they are aged up and you say the age in the fic or tags.) (This is my number one thing I fucking hate. So, get the fuck off my blog if you post this shit.)

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Head canons and Shorts

KiriBaku (Old short I don't write for this ship anymore)

Loving you softly (DabiHawks SFW) KiriBaku Like smoke (Old NSFW They are aged up)

Dabi head canon

Shigaraki head canon

Dabi's comfort food

Dabi is a softie

Dabi is a smoker

Dabi's fav Tv

What Dabi did for money

(DabiHawks) Worm

Dabi Random

How Dabi is Drunk

When Dabi panics

If Dabi and Shigaraki break up

(ShigaDabi) Games

The LOV and Warhammer

The LOV Mental and heath problems

(ShigaDabi random thoughts)

(ShigaDabi) Feelings

The LOV in the Morning

Dabi When in Love

Shigaraki has a bubble

Shigaraki's Love Language

What Animals do the League + Hawks would have?

Dabi's turn ons and more Hawk's turn ons and more

Shigaraki's turn ons and more

Shigaraki and an attention/affection seeking partner. Shigaraki/partner that doesn't like playing games What perfume/cologne the LOV would wear

Dabi's past

Whips/Ideas/Quotes

What is Love (Weird little love poem thing.)

Dabi Quote

(DabiHawks Idea)

(ShigaDabi Song lyrics that fit them 1)

(ShigaDaby Song Lyrics That fit them 2)

(Sleep token sexy)

Poem I wrote

Knight Dabi Idea

Ao3 link and Fics

(KiriBaku) In the silence of it all

(KiriBaku) Like a feather

(DabiHawks) The perfect Gift

(KiriBaku) Lets go for a ride

(ShigaDabi) A New Light

(DabiHawks) Everything You Are

(ShigaDabi) When Flowers Bloom

(ShinKami) Summer is hell (I wrote this for a friend They are aged up)

(ShigaDabi) They Way We Are

My Art

Old Bakugo and Dabi Art (SFW)

Old OC design

Old Bakugo Art (Slight NSFW)

Dabi Manga drawing Color I did

Another Dabi Manga color I did

Dabi Art (Was trying somthing new with this one)

(ShigaDabi spicy art)

New Oc Design + Side profiles

Late Night Fun (ShigaDabi NSFW) Shigaraki in my style

Wesley (oc)/Dabi Art

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if your taking requests:

reader x b. katsuki:

Reader is very injured after a fight with a villan gets admitted into the hospital.

A/N: normally, my requests are closed, but I've cracked open the emergency vault just for this one. Why? Well, I've got a soft spot for Bakugo, and this topic piqued my interest. So here's a quick and fluffy blurb

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

In one of the hospital rooms, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound, punctuating the heavy silence. You lay in bed, battered and bruised from the fierce battle with the villain. Tubes and machines surrounded you, a stark reminder of your fragile state.

Just then, the door to the room burst open, and Bakugo Katsuki stormed in, his usual fiery demeanor softened by concern. He couldn't hide the worry in his crimson eyes as he approached your bedside.

"Oi, you idiot," he grumbled, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably. "You better not be planning to make this a regular thing, getting yourself beat up like that, dumbass."

You managed a weak smile despite the pain, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, Katsuki. The villain was tough…"

Katsuki huffed, crossing his arms. "Tough or not, you should've called for backup. Don't try to be a hero all by yourself, dumbass."

He pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed, his expression softening a fraction. "You had us all worried, you know. Even Deku was going on and on about how we need to find you before you do anything reckless again. You've broken the already fucking broken nerd, you little shit."

There was a brief pause, and then he awkwardly reached out, gently taking your hand. His palm was warm. Bakugo's gaze would occasionally flicker down to your bandaged body, your injuries far more severe than anyone had initially realized. He couldn't help but feel a gnawing fear in the pit of his stomach, one he refused to vocalize. His grip on your hand tightened involuntarily as he watched you wince in pain. He knew you were trying to be strong, but he could see the exhaustion and pain in Y/E/C eyes, even if you tried to hide it. "You better not be downplaying how bad this is," he finally grumbled, his voice lower than usual.

You met met his gaze. "I'm tough, Katsuki. I'll heal."

He didn't respond, but his hand never left yours. He knew that sometimes, silence conveyed more than words ever could.

You chuckled weakly, wincing at the pain. "I appreciate you coming, Katsuki."

He glanced away for a moment, seemingly flustered, before muttering, "Yeah, yeah well, I didn't have much of a choice. Just… don't do this again, okay, dumbass? I don't want to see you like this ever fucking again."

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll try not to, Katsuki."

He nodded, a mix of relief and frustration evident on his face. "Good. Because if you end up in here again, I'm gonna explode something."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "You're a real softie if you only want to, Katsuki."

He scowled, but there was a glimmer of warmth in his eyes. "Shut up, I'm not, you idiot."

Katsuki's presence, despite his gruff exterior, brought a comforting sense of normalcy to the sterile hospital room.

It was in those moments, when he thought no one was watching, that Bakugo Katsuki showed a side of himself that few got to see— a side that was caring, protective, and undeniably sweet.

(Since you wanted me here so much! HERE I AM BESTIE!)

🍑For Sinful Sunday🍆

I am thinking about Hawks and well... he is a bird yeah?

So how about Hawks going into his spring season??? Him being all nice and sweet, giving his s/o little gifts, him LITERALLY building a nest... ONLY TO FUCK IN THERE FOR DAYS! Until his pretty mate is tired and full of seed to the point it's leaking out. Of cours it's not like he is done just yet 😏😏😏

(Hoenstly... idk what I am doing here! Love you gurl!)

SINFUL SUNDAY

Spring was the mating season for birds, and you could likely guess how it affected Keigo. During this time, he constantly felt a fiery heat, and his sexual desire became noticeably heightened.

"It's spring," he moaned. His hips surged forward, making you gasp around his thick shaft, his reddened tip hit the back of your throat again as you were giving him the head.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming his cock down your throat, his pace rough and rapid, almost primal.

Did he mean it was mating season? You had indeed observed other avian-like traits in him lately — those little trinkets he proudly displayed on his desk at work, the absent-minded whistling as he strolled through the office. Yet, you never thought mating season could be among them!

His words tumbled out hastily, almost strained, as if forming complete sentences was far beyond him. His rut had utterly consumed him. “Fuck, gonna cum soon.” His pace quickened as his entire length was being forced down your tight throat. His wings trembled and unfolded as he cum into your mouth.

The instant his taste met your tongue, an involuntary moan escaped you.

"Fuck, dove. I need you, right now," he growled, his lips brushing against yours as he helped you up to your feet. His hand ventured between you, shifting your underwear aside as two fingers delved into your dripping warmth. Another guttural growl escaped his lips. "Oh, fuck, I gotta fuck you. So incredibly wet," he murmured, pushing you down on the bed that looked rather like a huge nest with all those pillows and blankets, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, pumping it several times, gliding it between your slick folds to immerse it in your intoxicating wetness shortly after. Hawks aligned himself with your entrance, impelling himself entirely inside you with one fluid motion. Your gasp of pleasure was truly a music to his ears. He began pounding into you relentlessly, filling the air with an unmistakably lewd and wet squelching sounds. "Oh, oh, fuck!" He clung to your hips with an intensity that hinted at marks to come, and his fervent kisses trailed from your cheek down to the pulse point on your neck, each one growing increasingly passionate and sloppy. "You belong to me," he panted, his thrusts becoming increasingly sloppy. "All mine," his voice, drenched in overwhelming desire, reverberated with a deep, primal hunger.

Your cunt clinched against him as your head lolled back on the pile of pillows.

Hawks deftly angled his hips, hitting that spongy, sensitive spot deep within you, and in an instant, your climax devoured you. Your walls clenched tightly around his throbbing dick, creating a frothy white ring at the base. "Oh, Keigo, yes!"

This was sufficient to push him over the brink too. His hips spasmed against yours as he released his hot semen deep within you. "Ah, fuck! My sexy baby bird," Hawks grunted, laying on top of you. "Took all of my seed so well. Hope you'll get round with my offspring soon."

Hello!

Your one and only Enji Todoroki enjoyer here!

You are my favorite writer here so I come to bother you yet another Sunday🔥

For this Sunday I'd like to ask for something a little diffrent. That is:

Threesome with one and only Enji Todoroki and Hawks!

I just think it could be really good!

Love you and HAPPY SINFUL SUNDAY ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

A/N: hi, my cherished Anon! ❤️‍🔥 I had a hidden hope that you would visit, and you certainly didn't disappoint! Your request was not only intriguing but also presented a challenge - I wasn't quite sure how to get those two attractive men into a steamy situation, but I hope the idea I came up with is to your liking. I genuinely hope you enjoy this little piece (which was initially intended to be a blurb, but it seems I couldn't resist diving into some steamy content with our hot dilf and his winged friend, haha) Please be aware that it contains elements of non-con!

SINFUL SUNDAY

You were exhausted, having not enjoyed a good night's sleep for quite some time. While tonight had been fun, with everyone staying up late drinking, singing, and chatting around the campfire, you were in desperate need of some well-deserved rest. Maybe having a little too much to drink would help you fall asleep faster? You slipped into your nightwear and settled down, curling up in the backseat of Todoroki's van. However, what you didn't expect was the presence of two men waiting for you to get comfortable.

"Whhhaat?" you whimpered as you felt a large hand stroking up your exposed thigh, but another large hand quickly covered your mouth, muffling your exclamation.

"Shhh. We wouldn't want to wake anyone, now would we, sweetheart?" Endeavor whispered, earning a scoff from the winged hero who had also entered the van.

"What are you doing in here, Todoroki-san?" you whispered, your mind still heavy and clouded with alcohl. "I thought," you hiccupped, "I made myself clear - I don't want either of you."

"We just want to have some fun, Y/N-chan," Enji purred, planting a kiss on your cheek before trailing down your neck, eliciting both a grunt and a hiss from you. Your face still bore the rosy hue from the heavy drinking with rest of pro heroes earlier, and Enji's warm breath sent shivers down your spine in the cool night air. Suddenly, Endeavor covered your mouth again, eliciting a muffled squeak as he pushed your white tank top up, freeing your breasts, and began to circle and suck on your nipple, all the while toying with the other hardening bud between his thick fingers.

You clawed at Endeavor's wrist and arm, desperate to break free, but he easily caught both of your hands and pinned your wrists above your head to restrain you.

"Oh God, did I not make myself clear?" you mumbled, squirming and wriggling in an attempt to free yourself. "I don't waaant you or Takami."

Keigo let out a loud scoff at your words, his piercing gaze bore into yours, his eyes glistening in the dim moonlight falling into the van through windows, a mixture of amusement and arrogance dancing in his them. Kid, you can say whatever you want," he retorted, his tone dripping with smugness, "but actions always speak louder." With that, he leaned in, his lips finding your neck, sucking on your pulse point.

You moaned involuntarily.

Enji's fingers continued their gentle caress on your cheek, his touch oddly soothing despite the situation. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he cooed, "we know exactly what you want. We noticed all the glances."

"We couldn't help but notice those innocent smirks and all those glances," Hawks taunted, his voices dripping with mockery. "And the way you batted your eyelashes, practically begging for our attention. Oh, and that little performance with your glass straw? It was like you were sucking something else entirely, you filthy little sit," his words were laced with amusement as he continued to tease you mercilessly.

Endeavor leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "And we're more than happy to give it all to you." His fingers continued to play with your breasts, sending shivers down your spine.

You couldn't help but huff in disbelief. How had these two managed to pick up on your subtle hints and glances? It seemed like they had been more observant than you had realized. You were caught between frustration and a growing desire, unsure of how to react to their blatant confidence.

Endeavor wasted no time, his fingers slipping past your shorts and pressing firmly on your heated core.

Your breath grew heavy as you squirmed under his touch, delicious moans escaping your lips. "Hah… Ohh…. Mmmm," you whimpered, your excitement evident.

"Y/N-chan, you're already soaked. Someone's been enjoying this," Endeavor chuckled lowly as he pulled down your shorts, trailing kisses from just below your navel down to your throbbing cunt.

You let out a long, needy whine, torn between desire and guilt for how much you were enjoying this.

Endeavor unfastened his trousers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead with a smirk. "We're here to make you feel good, so don't worry," he assured you as he slowly slid his impressive, hardened dick into your slick, tight pussy, savoring the sensation. "Oh fuck, she's tight," Enji licked his lips, looking at Hawks who was palming himself through his cargo pants.

As Todoroki entered you, a high-pitched moan escaped your parted lips. Your tightness enveloped him, drawing him deeper and earning a hiss from the redhead.

Endeavor pulled out, then resumed a slow, deliberate rhythm, eliciting muffled cries and moans from you beneath him.

“AH!” you moaned, the sound of your skin slapping against Endeavor's filling the confined space of the van. "Ahh.. Ahah… fuck, fuck! Yes, oh God! Yes!"

"Shhhhh, you wouldn't want to wake anyone up, would you? What would they think if they caught the sweet, innocent Y/N-chan having some fun with her work pals, hmm?" Hawks teased. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his throbbing member, adjusting his position so that it lightly grazed your cheek. "Suck, you little slut."

Endeavor could tell you were thoroughly enjoying yourself from the way you whimpered and took ragged breaths. You felt absolutely amazing, your tightness gripping him perfectly.

Your mind was clouded and fuzzy from the vodka, but there was no mistaking it; it was Endeavor who was fucking you. "Ah!" you tried to cover your mouth but failed to muffle a moan.

"No need to hold back, your moans are adorable!" Hawks pushed his dick past your lips, smirking. He reached out and began to play with your breasts, teasing your nipples between his rough fingers, causing you to whine even more around his member. "Fuck, look at you, sucking my cock so well. You enjoy getting fucked senseless by Todoroki, don't you? Naughty little songbird."

"Hawks, you've got to feel her, she's so damn tight," Endeavor gestured toward Takami.

Hawks continued to thrust into your mouth, pushing his member deep enough for his tip to brush the back of your throat repeatedly, causing you to gag and whimper. "Just like that, suck my cock like your life depends on it, dove."

Soon, Keigo withdrew his member from your mouth and leaned in to give you a sloppy, passionate kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. Meanwhile, Todoroki pulled his throbbing cock out of your wet and glistening pussy. Hawks shifted between your legs, tracing his tongue along your incredibly sensitive clit, swirling it around and gently sucking, flicking it to heighten your pleasure while pumping his throbbing dick, rubbing the tip leaking precum with his thumb. "Fuccck. She's so fucking hot I'll fucking cum."

Endeavor sat down on the seat and positioned himself underneath you. He grabbed your hair forcefully and guided your head down to his massive cock, causing you to drool uncontrollably. You hungrily licked and sucked on Endeavor's sizable dick, his hips thrusting erratically into your mouth and throat, driving you deeper into a frenzy of passion.

Hawks had withdrawn his face from your moist cunt, lowering his pants to his ankles and teasingly rubbing his tip against your lips before gradually sliding inside. "Damn, songbird, you're incredibly warm and tight. You fit me so perfectly," he grunted as he pushed deeper into you, leaning in to kiss the curve of your ear. This earned a muffled, throaty groan from you underneath him, your drool coating Endeavor's cock as Hawks pulled out and thrust back into you. His wings fluffed up involuntarily as he struggled to contain his pleasure, pressing against your cervix and stretching your entrance with his throbbing member.

"Y/N-chan, damn, I'm gonna cum…" Endeavor panted, his grip on your hair tightening.

Your eyes were teary, and drool spilled from your mouth, your tongue hanging out to avoid gagging on Enji as he thrust erratically and sloppily. He soon jerked and filled your mouth, forcing your head down on him to ride out the orgasm, his hips rocking uncontrollably. "Take it, little one, just like that, swallow."

Hawks was far from done with you yet, thrusting at a steady pace before pulling out right before his climax to kneel down and lick up your juices. They were intoxicating to him, like ambrosia. "Delicious, dove, you're fucking delicious."

You were far gone, unable to form words and too exhausted to move, so you only moaned, arching your back.

Once he finished lapping up your wetness, he rubbed himself against your hot lips and began thrusting into you at an incredible speed again, rocking the van even more. The loud slapping and squelching sounds of rough sex filled the air, along with your heavy breathing and Takami's mumbled moans and soft coos to you about how good you felt. "Are you ready, dove? I'm gonna fill you so well," Keigo growled, leaning down to kiss your cheek. He thrust one last time, emptying his pent-up release into you, riding out the effects of his orgasm, shivering, his wings unfurling as much as it was possible.

After they finished, Endeavor and Hawks exited the vehicle and went to fetch a few more drinks, feeling content with the steamy encounter they had shared with you, exchanging some dirty thoughts about you.

Lying exhausted on the seat, you contemplated the events that had just unfolded. At some point, the warm, pleasant sensation had enveloped your tired body, and you drifted into a deep slumber, unaware of when it had happened.

Could you share your thoughts on shower sex with Bakugou? For Sinful Sunday 🔥

A/N: Well, let me tell you, showering with Bakugo is like stepping into a steamy, explosive adventure - the hot water might not be the only thing making you sweat💥😉

SINFUL SUNDAY

Showering with Bakugo was always exhilarating. It often served as a release for Katsuki, a way to let go of the anger and frustration he'd accumulated during a long day at work.

You're massaging body wash onto his back, working to relieve the knots that have formed from dealing with his hero work all day. Your hand "accidentally" slips lower, and you barely have time to register his sharp grunt before you find yourself pinned against the cold shower wall. Katsuki towers over you, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. "You're so naughty, dear one. You did that on purpose, didn't you?" He whispers in your ear, a deep chuckle resounding in his throat. His lips ghost over the nape of your neck, and his hand is stroking your inner thigh.

"Katsuki, please," you beg, but each time you try to shift your body so that his hand is rubbing the soaked spot between your legs, he firmly locks your hips in place and clicks his tongue, "Tsch! Patience. Though I trained you better than that, so don't be a whiny bitch. Do you want me to fuck you? To completely destroy you until the only thing you can think of is my cock inside of you? Is that it, slut?"

You're nodding your head vigorously, however, he's not going to let you get what you want so easily; if you want him to indulge your desires, you're going to have to show him why you deserve it.

He guides you onto your knees, his firm grip in your hair urging you forward. You're salivating at the sight of his hardened dick, and he revels in your eagerness. “Suck, and don’t you fucking dare waste a fucking single drop, bitch.”

The tip of his dick is already pushing inside of your welcoming mouth before you can think of it or do anything. You eagerly take him in, your fervent actions driven by a desire that knows no bounds. You eagerly bob your head, back and forth, back and forth, purring like a little kitten.

His praises flow like sweet music from his lips, driving your passion to new heights as he thrusts deeper and harder into your warm, welcoming mouth. "Look at you, dumbass, sucking me like a fucking pro."

As you drink in every drop of his salty semen, savoring it like a precious elixir, he keeps his promise. Bakugo gently pulls you up to your feet, showering you with praise for your efforts. He grants you a brief respite, allowing you to catch your breath, before commanding you to grab onto the shower bar. With renewed vigor, Bakugo slides his hardened length into you, the sensation of him filling you up to the brim pushing you both to the brink of ecstasy.

His skilled fingers join his dick inside you, their movements perfectly synchronized with the thrusts of his cock. Two fingers scissoring within your tight, wet heat, stretching you and driving you wild with pleasure, while his thumb expertly rubs your sensitive clitoris.

Your body responds with unrestrained passion, every nerve ending tingling with electric pleasure as you moan and writhe under his expert touch. "Oh my God, oh my God!" you're nothing but a whining mess.

His hips stutter as he lets out a quiet groan, ropes of his seed spilling into you. "Yes, take it, take it, bitch," he whispers huskily, lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Your bodies tremble together, intimately connected in the heat of the shower, as you both ride the waves of pleasure.

Sinful Sunday: the thought of Bakugo just fingering you whilst you're on a loong journey somewhere is forever making itself prominent in my mind 🤤 he’s just rubbing at your clit and not letting you cum until he gives permission 😭

Oh my, darling! 😳 Thank you for your wonderfully sinful idea! I couldn't resist the urge to write a short fic about our explosive boy. I firmly believe he's an embodient of promiscuity 😏

SINFUL SUNDAY

The air inside the bus is unbearably hot and stale, and you rest your arm against the window, thankful for having a seat while others struggle to find standing room. As you make a stop, an elderly lady vacates the seat next to you, and in the blink of an eye, someone else takes her place. You don't pay much heed to my fellow passenger; instead, you gaze out the window, daydreaming about the refreshing coolness of tap water waiting for you at home, just another fifty minutes away.

The heat is becoming a bit too much for you, and you're keen to avoid breaking a sweat. Thankfully, you just now notice that the upper part of the bus window is adjustable. As soon as this realization dawns on you, you extend your hand to grasp the handle.

Suddenly, an arm shoots up from the seat beside you. "Here, let me help with that," the man sitting next to you offers, and with a single, determined pull, he manages to open the stubborn window, allowing the refreshing breeze to caress your face.

"Thank you," you gratefully respond.

You stare at him, finally registering his features. His intense, crimson-red eyes are piercing and reflect his determination and strong-willed nature. He boasts a well-defined, muscular physique. His ash blond hair, spiky and untamed, adds to his demeanor.

Your eyes widen as he begins to lazily and casually stroke your thigh, his fingers coaxing the fabric of your summer dress upward beneath his touch. Swiftly, you reach down, attempting to push his hand away or, at the very least, halt its progress. However, he persists, increasing the pressure when you make an effort to remove his hand. "Could you please stop that?" You whisper, frustration evident in your tone, but his smile remains unyielding.

Finally, his hand comes to rest on the bare skin of your thigh. "Don't make a scene over nothing, dear," he retorts, a light chuckle escaping his lips. The unsettling innocence in his tone causes you to recoil at the endearment. "My only intention is to bring us both comfort. Isn't this heat insufferable? Allow me to help ya, dumbass."

His words come deliberately, almost tauntingly, and you surprise yourself by listening intently, though your trust in him remains guarded. As he speaks, his damned hand inches up your thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing the edge of your lacy panties. On pure instinct, you squeeze your legs together, determined to thwart his advances. The realization suddenly strikes you that you're in a public place, and the thought of anyone witnessing his inappropriate touch sends a surge of panic mingled with a glimmer of hope coursing through me. You dart your gaze around, scanning the surroundings, only to be met with a sea of oblivious backs.

"Don't fret, dumbass," the man seated beside you soothes, his touch persisting against your panties. "No one will take notice. We're way at the back of the bus, and I'm a pro hero, so you're safe."

You can't help but scoff at his claim of being a pro hero, considering the situation. "You're a pro hero, huh?" You retort with a skeptical edge in your voice, your resistance to his advances growing stronger. "Some hero you are, causing trouble like this in public."

He chuckles lowly, a condescending smile playing on his lips as he leaned in closer. "You must be quite the idiot or completely out of touch with media if you don't recognize Bakugo Katsuki himself," he quips, his tone dripping with smugness as he stretches his back a little.

Only then you realize who he truly is, and blush creeps on your cheeks. "Shit."

You catch your breath, a hushed gasp escaping you as you feel his calloused hand slip beneath your panties, his middle finger immediately finding its way to your clit. Your fingers clasp around his arm, trembling as you vigorously shake your head.

He winks and continues to explore between your legs, his fingers insistent as they glide along your already slick folds.

His caresses gradually transform into determined rubbing, and your stomach churns with embarrassment as you become acutely aware of your body's response. You're growing increasingly aroused, a fact that only heightens your internal turmoil.

"You look quite cute when you blush," he murmurs. His middle finger presses against your entrance, and all you can do is gasp.

With slow determination, Bakugo pushes his finger into you, whispering warmly, "Enjoy it, little girl. Let me make you feel good."

A violent shiver of pleasure runs through your body when he reaches inside you, struggling against your tight, resisting pussy and building his strokes into a tauntingly slow pace.

His finger moves with attentiveness that is almost kind, with each stroke pressing a little deeper, exploring his prize. You focus on the waves of warm, pure ecstasy that travel through your unwilling body, and you feel ashamed and weak. A second finger joins the first, and without delay, a third finger follows suit, causing his thrusts to become painful. You let out an uncomfortable whimper, trying to wiggle away from his touch.

"That's right," Katsuki says hungrily, his breathing heavier than before. He slides closer to you, his body presses against yours, trapping you between the window and him. His hand is picking up pace, rocking your lower body, stretching your little pussy painfully as he thrusts his thick fingers into your cunny.

You whimper weakly and his breath brushes against your face when he says, "Look at me, doll. I want you to look at me."

You open your eyes. Bakugo's face is awfully close to yours now, and you feel frightened of the greedy lustful glint in his eyes as he licks his lips. The awful reality of the scandalous scene hits you again as you stare at his handsome face while his hand pounds into your dripping pussy. You become aware of the quiet wet sounds coming from down there, and you steal a glance down at your pussy and almost cry out as at the same time he presses his thumb masterfully on your swollen clit.

Your body starts to shiver with new unfamiliar but amazing waves of pleasure, and you feel something quickly building up inside you, waiting to be released with unbearable urgency. What would have been a moan is muffled by pro hero's lips when you're nearing your orgasm.

His skillful tongue is exploring your mouth as he retreats his hand befre you can reach your climax.

You gaps loudly as he breaks the kiss. "W-What… Why did you…"

"Stop?" He grinns at you, bringing his digits to his lips to lick them clean. "I thought you weren't thrilled with my little stunt? And let me tell ya, dumbass, you're fucking delicious," Bakugo quipped, rising from his seat. "Anyhow, this is my stop. Until tomorrow, doll."

As the bus came to a halt, he departed without a single backward glance in your direction.

You're acutely aware that you board this bus nearly every day to commute back home from work.

I'm thrilled to reveal my first-ever Kinktober collaboration event hosted by me, Doumadono, and my second writing blog, Thepaperpanda After the huge success of my inaugural Kinktober event last year, conducted on ThePaperPanda, I've opted to explore a fresh concept this year. With this notion in mind, I contacted the writers I hold in high regard, inviting them to partake in a playful exploration of lust and desire. To my astonishment, the response was overwhelmingly positive, and I am deeply honored to have such exceptional writers participating in this little project. I want to express my deep thanks to all the writers who are participating. Having each and every one of you on board brings me great joy and satisfaction ♡

Essential information ♡ This Masterpost has been prepared to function as an informational leaflet, providing comprehensive details about the upcoming collaboration event ♡ The Masterlist will undergo updates as soon as the works are posted ♡ All works will be NSFW 🔞 ♡ Our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #kinktobercollab‘23 ♡ This is a multifandom event ♡ Within this collaborative event, you'll discover a variety of stories, including headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and full-length fictions ♡ The event will include various pairings (such as KiriBaku, ShigaDabi, etc.) ♡ Below, following the cut, you can find the complete list of prompts, characters, and writers participating in the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration ♡ Reblog to help spread the word!

♡ day 1 - blow job | Douma | @sanriokamabodo ♡ day 2 - overstimulation | Bakugo | @doumadono ♡ day 3 - dry humping | Atsumu Miya | @doumadono ♡ day 4 - maid | Dabi | @dabihawksluva ♡ day 5 - bukkake | KiriBaku & ShigaDabi | @doumadono ♡ day 6 - orgasm denial | Levi Ackerman | @mrskokushibo ♡ day 7 - sensory deprivation | Douma | @muzansfangs ♡ day 8 - drunk sex | Bucky Barnes | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 9 - leash | Sukuna | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 10 - shibari | Douma | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 11 - creampie | Shigaraki | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 12 - break ♡ day 13 - mirror | Hawks | @kyojurismo ♡ day 14 - daddy kink | Jake Lockley | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 15 - hair pulling | Akaza Douma Kokushibo | @sanriokamabodo ♡ day 16 - morning sex | Neuvillette | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 17 - spanking | Kotaro Bokuto | @doumadono ♡ day 18 - temperature play | Dabi | @dabislittlemouse ♡ day 19 - break ♡ day 20 - break ♡ day 21 - angry sex | Bakugo | @mrskokushibo ♡ day 22 - oral sex | Sae Itoshi | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 23 - rough sex & praise kink | Lucifer | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 24 - dirty talk & finger fucking | ShibaDabi | @lifeform286 ♡ day 25 - breeding kink | Dabi | @sillakits ♡ day 26 - love triangles | KiriBaku | @kyojurismo ♡ day 27 - period sex | Bakugo | @thepaperpanda ♡ day 28 - lingerie | Shigaraki | @misafiryanki ♡ day 29 - threesome | Erasermic | @gamergirl-niffler ♡ day 30 - torture | Dottore | @gamergirl-niffler ♡ day 31 - biting | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

possessions - john hedgecoe (1978)

La Santità della Luce (The Sanctity of Light) by Luigi Russolo (1910)

L'immoralità (AKA Cock Crows at Eleven) | Massimo Pirri | 1978

— Only God Forgives (2013), written and directed by Nicolas Winding Refn.

Daily picture of Dabi

⭒ ── 𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑫𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑫﹕bloodhounds ⟢ hong woo-jin !

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⟡ no one understood how someone like you who was so levelheaded could date someone so hardheaded that he couldn’t even accept someone’s inventions to lunch.

𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐖 𝐀’ 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. x f! reader — no description of reader. levelheaded! reader. soft for reader! woo-jin. established relationship between reader and woo-jin. swearing. lowercase on purpose. ╰─ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. five hundred or less.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . new layout because i deserve it for now long i held up with the last one (if you’re looking for my links they will be at the bottom). also new man and he’s literally the sweetest <333

after the fight against geon-woo, woo-jin was not only hung up on the money he could’ve won- to get rib eye or maybe even a nicer apartment- but also the fact that, that asshole had embarrassed him in front of his girlfriend. you didn’t seem to care too much about his failure though, you would only praise him for even making it past the first round. “you did so well!” you smiled at your boyfriend, arm wrapped around his waist. arm slung around your shoulder, woo-jin could only share you a glance and shake his head, smile creeping on his face as the two of you left the locker room.

“you’re basically payed to say that,” he says, trying his best not to smile hard at your comment but he couldn’t help and grin a little. before you could praise him a bit more without boosting his ego to the max, you see someone looking at the two of you as he sat on the bench and he quickly stands once you and him make eye contact. woo-jin notices how you’ve stopped and follows your eyes to geon-woo who pulls down his mask.

“what? huh?” woo-jin is quick to be defensive. you pull away from him, very tempted to hit him on his ribs for being so rude but you remember how hard geon-woo had punch him in his rib cage so you don’t. even after his rude behavior, geon-woo smiles at the two of you. “wanna get a bite?” he asks, sweetly. woo-jin scoffs. “why don’t you ask those other assholes you KO’d to eat with you?” he groans.

“woo-jin,” you warned, making him look at you and practically frown. “what? this fucking guy showed me up in front of you!” he said, damn near pouting, you could hear it. you only sighed and shook your head. “no one could show you up in front of me but you, my love. now, be nice,” you smiled, eyeing begging him to act like he has some kind of respect. as you turn your attention geon-woo, he’s lightly chuckling at the nickname you’d used for woo-jin. woo-jin is quick to turn around, face flushed. “what you laughing at!?”

geon-woo shakes his head, still chuckling under his smile. “sorry, about him,” you grin, happily to make the situation less tense. “he’s so stubborn sometimes,” you start before walking up to geon-woo. the two of you join hands and bow as you say your name and he says his. “he’d love to have dinner,” you grin, once standing, hands separated.

woo-jin eyes go slightly wider at you taking his offer, before his eyes settle back to normal with a groan and a roll of his eyes. “will you be coming along?” geon-woo lightly smiles as he asks, making your boyfriend quickly walk over and point a finger at him. “stop flirting with my girlfriend,” he says making you roll your eyes. geon-woo says nothing and you can tell he’s confused. he’s just really sweet. you wished your boyfriend understood that.

woo-jin leans in unexpectedly, with squinted eyes. “hear me?” he asks, finger still pointed at geon-woo. “yes,” he says, with a small grin and an apologetic bow. woo-jin nods to himself with a grin as he puts down his finger. “sorry, again for him. i’d love to come, if i’m not intruding,” you say and geon-woo is quick to shake his head. “you’re very much welcome,” he smiles.

you smile as woo-jin sighs.

xxx

“i’ll go get the meat,” geon-woo says once you enter the buffet place. before he could walk off you speak up. “no. no, i got it. i mean you’re paying after all.” you stop him and he shakes his head. he definitely didn’t talk much.“it’s the least i can do,” you smile, trying to persuade him. “come on, show-off. i’m starving. let her before she starts fighting you for it,” woo-jin comments. geon-woo is surprised by his comment. “you’re a boxer?” he asks, and you shake your head with a chuckle. “no, but i do pitch ears really good,” you says making geon-woo fold with a small smile and a nods towards you.

“okay. i’ll go get the meat. make sure the grills hot,” you grin, and head over to the raw meat. the boys find a table while they wait patiently for you. as woo-jin sits there, he thinks about he should do you a favor and make friends with geon-woo, especially because of the way you’ve taken a liking towards him. so he bottles up his jealousy and speaks. “so… how long have you been boxing?” woo-jin starts, eyes lingering on geon-woo in front of him. “about three years ago, you?” he replies, sharing a glance to woo-jin, as he turns on the grill.

“couple of years… this was my first competition with her cheering me on,” he starts, eyes looking over at you who’s mindlessly picking meat. “and just for you to show me up, show-off,” he groaned, now looking over at geon-woo. geon-woo looks at him, after eyeing the grill for so long. “i consider myself humble,” he says making woo-jin flare. “she doesn’t seem to care about it too much,” geon-woo says sharing a glance to you quickly.

“yeah. she’s never really cared about me winning,” woo-jin comments and with a nod, eyes giving the table a look. “nice,” geon-woo says. woo-jin looks up from the table and squints at him. “why? think she too good for me?” he stumbles, eyeing geon-woo for an answer. he’s quick to shake his head. “you just don’t seem like the type to date someone so nice,” he shrugs. woo-jin nods as if he’s satisfied with his answer. “i hear that a lot by like old grandma and grandpas,” he grin with short chuckle. geon-woo mimics him.

“from enemies to lovers,” you tease, placing the plate of pork on the table before taking your seat beside woo-jin. both of them left out a light chuckle and smile at you. “is it hot?” you ask, glancing to the stove between the boys. geon-woo nods and holds his hands out for the plate of meat. “she’s a professional, bro. let her handle it,” woo-jin says, using the arm that wasn’t on the back of your chair to touch his heart with his hand. “really?” geon-woo asks you.

you nod, before cutting a piece of the meat with scissors and placing it between chopsticks. “i use to work here when i was a teen,” you smile, rubbing the small slab of meat on the grill and watch as it sizzle. “me too after my family lost everything,” geon-woo says, making you give him a apologetic nod. woo-jin only gives him a short one. you place the strips of meat on the grill and sit down the tongs.

the three of you talk some more about family and training while the pork cooked. “hey, learn to respect your elders,” woo-jin points at geon-woo who only nods, eye practically stuck to the table. woo-jin and geon-woo had just learned of their age difference, and geon-woo was apologetic for his manners before. “understood?” woo-jin asks and geon-woo nods with a “yes, sir.” you shake your head. “stop that,” you start glaring at your boyfriend. “it’s fine, geon-woo, really,” you smile at him and he raises his head.

“it should be done, yeah? flip it,” woo-jin urges, eyeing the meat and you. “we’re the professionals,” you and geon-woo say unison. you and geon-woo laugh as woo-jin shares a disappointing glance between the two of you. “you’re a bunch of show-offs too!” woo-jin says, frowning.

︒ ☆ ꓸﾟ ( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⟡ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ─ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 ) ♱｡ ⟢ ⦁ ꓸ

this is so bad. i think i have writers block… i might come out with some dating headcanons for the both of them as well.

𓏲 ☆  2023 starpdfs !!

"Why can't you be this nice all the time?"

You cooed to the demon who laid sprawled out beneath you. Akaza's head shifted to the side at your words with a weak whimper. After hours of teasing, he no longer had the strength to throw back the biting comments you were so used to.

You hooked your thumb between his lips, using the position to tilt his head back to face you. His whole face flushed a soft pink, gaze half lidded and distant as they met yours. A soft cry was muffled as you pressed your finger down on his tongue. Akaza's inscribed eyes rolled back before falling shut. The mix of you slowly grinding your hips over his, dick squeezed in your tight walls with every raise of your hips, and the grip on his face too much to handle.

It was rare that you got to see him like this, so thoroughly fucked out for you. With his stamina it usually takes hours to work him up to the point of coming completely undone. All of his love and trust placed directly into your hands. Yet the way he looked at you, hands weakly running up and down your thighs trying to push you further down onto him, and the chorus of broken moans, they all made the effort worth it.

With a shift of your hips, Akaza's eyes flew open. Tears pooled in his eyes as he moaned around your thumb. Muffled begs and please of him being close, desperation clear in the whines that manage to spill through.

"Mm' pl-please... so close.. I-" His hands continue to grab weakly at your thighs and back. Trying to pull you in, to feel your chest on his and steal the warmth that came with your orgasm for himself. That was what he craved in these moments, the connection so rarely allowed. His position as an upper three robbed him from the intimacy he never knew he needed more than life itself.

"Cum for me good boy." Was all it took from you for Akaza to be pushed over the edge. That heat he yearned for ran through his whole body, blinding him as he threw his head back and frantically tried to rut his hips into yours. You worked him through his orgasm, milking every second of it as you watched the powerful creature become nothing but a gasping mess beneath you. Leaning over, you press a soft kiss to his lips and let him pull you close.

"You did so good for me, Akaza. So so proud," you whispered as you pull him into your chest. But through the haze of his mind, it all sounded distant, far away as sleep overtook him. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the safety of being tucked into your chest, your heartbeat steady beneath his head.

Palo santo 101

Before you click play on the audio recording and blithely ignore the written guide, be sure to review the important science-based charts and insight-rich visuals sprinkled throughout it.

If you’ve ever walked into a party hosted by someone under 40 in Brooklyn, Lisbon, California, Condesa or Roma Norte, or Venice Beach and not smelled palo santo, then you probably had covid. Over the past decade palo santo has become the official scent of good vibes. It is an olfactory assurance for anyone who recognizes the scent that conversation will be limited to polyamory, regional burns, and adaptogen supplements. Despite the fact that no one ever doesn’t want to smell palo santo, it’s important to know when to use it and when to relegate your surroundings to their default odor. This guide will ensure that you know exactly how to make the most of the palo santo you carry in the shoulder bag you purchased at the Sant Jordi flea market in Ibiza during the off-season.

Like most cultural appropriations, no one who burns palo santo knows what it is, where it came from, why they use it, or why it’s even called palo santo. Let’s uncover the facts. 

Bursera Graveolens is a tree native to the dry tropical forests of South America. Its discovery by white people dates back to 1972 at a now defunct swingers resort in Quito, Ecuador, where a guest from New Jersey named Paulo Santonicola noticed a stick with a burning ember on the end of giving off a fetid, wispy trail of smoke. He pointed at the burning stick and asked the guy holding the cocaine tray, who would now be called a consent educator, “por que?”

“Plaga,” he replied, and gnashed his teeth and made a flapping-wing motion with the hand not holding the cocaine tray. Paulo brought the wood back to his central New Jersey home as a last-ditch effort to ward off the deer that were eating the tomatoes in his garden. He started burning the wood around the clock in the steamy summer of 1972, during which he and his girlfriend hosted dozens of play parties. 

“I didn’t care if people at my parties had a problem with the smell,” recounted Paulo. “Those frickin’ deer were jumping my fence and chewing through wire to eat my tomatoes. When I caught a whiff of that wood down in Quito, I thought, ‘they won’t come near my garden if I burn this shit.’” 

Mr. Santonicola had achieved some level of notoriety in the adult film industry in the early 1970s, and his parties were well attended by neo-hippies, the disco elite and the first generation of yoga professionals. Over the course of the summer, a pavlovian association formed between the scent of the wood and casual sex, and his friends started asking him for sticks so that they could take the vibe home with them. At the sunset of his porn career, he saw an opportunity not only to rebrand his legacy, distancing himself from grainy adult films with problematic titles, but also to make oceans of cash: import the wood and sell it through his readymade network of yoga instructors under his stage name, Palo Santo. 

Palo santo’s ubiquity today grew from its two foundational use cases: repelling pests and masking the odor of too many naked bodies in poorly ventilated New Jersey basements. Palo santo is still used today as a repellent of sorts to ward off bad vibes and people who do not use the word vibe in place of most nouns at the end of a question, such as scene, weather, temperature, culture, menu, rules, culture, law, opinion, suggested attire, relationship status, sexual proclivity, net worth and so on. It is also still used during group sex, but only when the group sex is intentional and/or ceremonial. There are many other ways, however, that you can improve the vibes of the world through the smoke of this wood, which was recently added to IUCN’s Red List of “near threatened” species, making it even more important to burn palo santo as a way of calling attention to its growing scarcity. 

Airplanes 

For a brief, blissful period during the pandemic, the only people who traveled were intrepid hipsters who had already contracted the virus and been instrumental in scaling it to global significance through music festivals, long-distance polycules and global nomadism. Commercial airlines from the spring of 2020 through the summer of 2021 were basically private air travel for people who know to always ask if party buffet chocolate is psycho-active. Air travel today is a much lower vibration experience, and it’s important that assertive restorative steps be taken by conscious travelers to make flying chill again. Hanging a dreamcatcher from the back of the seat in front of you and burning palo santo on the tray table is a great way of making a public flight experience feel more private. Be sure to light your palo santo only after the aircraft reaches cruising altitude, because tray tables must be stowed until then. 

Other people’s parties

Not everyone with whom you may socialize is aware of how critical palo santo is to creating and maintaining a vibe. Some less experienced hosts try to make do with incense from India, Japan or other countries that have been annexed by Brooklyn or with candles from La Labo, and it may be up to you to rescue the vibe. Back when people consumed alcohol, bringing a nice bottle of wine was a way of showing a host your appreciation, but these days bringing palo santo, immediately lighting it and waving the stick around like Harry Potter on quaaludes is the optimal way of saying thank-you to someone who has invited you into their home.  

Hospitals

While palo santo has not been proven by any form of science to deliver the healing benefits touted by people who sell or use palo santo, be assured that it does all of the things people say it does. Burning palo santo creates smoke, and smoke is pretty to watch and - like cardiovascular exercise - creates a healthy challenge for your lungs. Medical facilities are places where people go to heal, and bringing palo santo to visit a recovering friend is a beautiful contribution to not only their journey back to health but also the recovery of every patient within a twenty to fifty foot radius. 

Conscious uncoupling ceremonies

Modifying your relationship trajectory in a direction that disappoints the person you are with might seem like a low vibe experience, but you can make it a high vibe experience by burning palo santo. While explaining that the rules that you set last week for your ENM pairing have become too confining, burning palo santo will deflect negative reactions and in some cases even seduce your partner into being amenable to a situationship that has absolutely no structure, rules or expectations. This can add to your sexual abundance and also serve as a pillar in your temple of confidence that helps you acquire new lovers at floor parties. If, rather than just undefining the relationship, you are certain there is no future with the person to whom you have exposed particles of burning wood, palo santo will prevent your ex-partner from making an opposing case or lingering too long after you have had uncoupling sex. 

During sex with someone you don’t want to fall in love with you

In a rare moment of cultural relevance, Science has proven that pheromones strengthen the bonds of attraction between two or many more people during sexual activity. Sometimes, though, it is undesirable to strengthen bonds with a sex partner. Sometimes, it is optimal to maintain a totally impartial, unattached, stoic distance between the person who you are inside / is inside of you, given that attraction can lead to unintended expectations. Burning palo santo is an excellent way of muting the potency of pheromones, leveling the olfactory playing field and creating a piney through-line for all the people participating in a sexual experience. 

Any kind of intentional wellness space

Because the smell of palo santo is so potent and distracting, burning it during intentional experiences (e.g. yoga, journaling, meditation, tantra classes, tantric sex, facials or any kind of PRP therapy) compels participants to step up their intention-setting efforts. It forces deep focus and concentration, kind of like how the deafening emo whines of RY X at a RY X concert force you to lean in, cock your head and make that weird squinty-eyed, mouth-agape listening face to be able to hear the unsolicited story of how literally anyone you happen to be standing next to was in an intentional polyamorous relationship with RY X.

Ancient actually sacred genuinely authentic real cultural events that were not invented by white people to extract money from other white people

Many people who attend Burning Man have begun to explore other intentional gatherings outside of Nevada that don’t involve metallic gold body paint. Some of these gatherings are thousands of years old and are led by people who have trained their entire lives to uphold traditions that have been passed down for generations within their culture. Particularly if a gathering takes place in its country of origin (rather than being exported, diluted and branded, like an ethnic fast food franchise), you may encounter native smells that don’t smell like palo santo. In these cases, it is not only permissible but even advisable to add palo santo to everyone’s experience, which you have probably been very reluctantly allowed to attend. Burning palo santo will communicate to the religious or cultural leaders of the gathering that you are on their level and (despite having never read anything about the gathering other than first few words of the top Google result you saw while standing on the Premier Access line into your Delta flight at JFK / LAX / SFO) have a deep respect for whatever they are chanting in a language that you cannot understand while you record the most intensely sacred moments for the Instagram story that you will post at the appropriate time in your home time zone so that everyone will know that you are an internationally intentionally spiritual person who gets access to authentic cultural events. 

Despite its countless unproven benefits and its universal appeal within a very small circle, there are certain times when palo santo should not be burned. Palo santo can trigger flashbacks for people who first encountered the scent of it during acid trips. If someone walks into your container, smells the palo santo you’re burning and begins behaving erratically, just ask them to immediately return to their own container, lest they harsh the vibe you’re cultivating. The only other times that do not call for burning palo santo are when you’re alone, and no one else will see you lighting the stick and waving it around the room, bringing it within inches of everyone’s face whether they’ve invited it or not, while making awkwardly long eye contact with them, nothing but the winding trail of smoke in front of your your vulnerable gaze, thus communicating to them that you are a spiritually endowed person and care deeply about them knowing that you are a spiritually endowed person. So, a helpful rule of thumb is this: as with masturbation, you should always and only be burning palo santo when someone is watching, otherwise what’s the point.

Happy 66th, Daniel Day-Lewis.

On the set of Stephen Frears’s My Beautiful Laundrette (1985).

I found a coffee mug on Pinterest and I had to draw Sekido with it

If you guys can't already tell, he's my favorite of the four lmao

Tabby Cat

@eyes-like-obsidian thank you for the tag on the dash game!

Jenna Ortega at the 2023 Met Gala

it’s been a minute ☺️

桜梅桃李 (o-bai-to-ri) “never compare yourself to others”

This yo-ji-juku-go (Japanese 4-character idiom) is comprised of 4 beloved Japanese trees. They are:

桜 = cherry (sakura)

梅 = apricot (ume)

桃 = peach (momo)

李 = plum (sumomo)

桜 (sakura) are of course the cherry blossom trees famous for blooming spectacularly and incredibly briefly once a year, usually in April. Sakura trees in full bloom is an annual event, and people go to their local park to see them, take photos, and have picnics underneath them. It's such a big deal that it's reported on the weather forecast, with reporters commenting on how quickly the "sakura front" is moving northwards across the country.

梅 (ume) is the "ume" in umeshu! This is a sweet liqueur which is made from soaking ume in sake. It tastes amazing, and is one of the things I miss most about Japan. Japanese learners will no doubt recognise "ume" as usually being translated as "plum", however it is technically closer to the Western apricot.

桃 (momo) is one of the best-loved fruits in Japan. There is even a fairy story called "Momo-taro" about a little boy who comes from inside a peach. He grows up to be a great hero, of course, and saves everyone from a demon. "Momo" is also a fairly common girls' name.

李 (sumomo) are known as "Japanese plums" or "Asian plums". The trees are famous for their delicate white flowers. They usually bloom just before the sakura. Whilst not as famous or as showy as sakura, they are well-loved for their elegance, and for being a sign of spring.

Phyllis Galembo, Photography

last design of the month!