#vasks

[viarayy01-blog]

top down, staring at the stars,

(based on this image from the doechii and JENNIE music video 🎉🎉🎉)

[venusplanttafterhours]

can I request....v!lumberjack perhaps.....I don't care what scenario I just wanna read them fuck nasty.....plea,se,,

You've come to the right place my dear for fucking nasty! I wanted to write v!lumberjack for months I just never had an idea until today. The idea was very simple: muzzles :3

Modern day au or something, still very much vampires, but writing this I forgot they were supposed to be in Oakhurst...

Tags: Muzzle, Pet play (kinda? I think one day I'm gonna learn), praise

The late afternoon sun slanted through the blinds of the apartment, striping the polished hardwood floor. Owen leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching. Pyro was a whirlwind of restless energy, pacing from the couch to the window and back, a low, playful growl rumbling in his throat every time he passed.

“What’s gotten into you today, huh?” Owen asked, his voice calm but edged with a familiar authority.

Pyro stopped, turning his head. A sharp, mischievous grin split his face. “Bored. Need to burn some energy.” He took a slow, deliberate step towards Owen, his eyes glinting. “Your energy.”

Owen didn’t move. “You bit me this morning. Hard.”

“You liked it,” Pyro countered, taking another step closer, now within arm’s reach. He leaned in, his breath warm against Owen’s neck. “I felt you shiver.”

“That’s not the point.” Owen’s hand came up, not pushing him away, but settling firmly on Pyro’s chest, holding him at a precise distance. “Scott saw the mark. Told me I should ‘control my dog’.”

Pyro stilled. The playful light in his eyes flickered, replaced by something hotter, darker. A challenge. “Did he now.”

“Mhm.” Owen’s thumb stroked a slow circle over the fabric of Pyro’s shirt. “Said it was embarrassing. That a well-trained pet shouldn’t be so… mouthy.”

The air between them thickened, charged. Pyro’s gaze dropped to Owen’s lips, then back to his eyes. “I’m not a pet.”

“Aren’t you?” Owen’s voice dropped to a murmur, a private sound meant only for the space between their bodies. “You get that look. The one where you want to be told what to do. Where you want to be good for me. But today… today you’re all teeth. No discipline.”

“Maybe I don’t want to be good,” Pyro breathed, but the waver in his voice betrayed him. His hips gave a tiny, involuntary shift forward, seeking the pressure of Owen’s restraining hand.

Owen saw it. He always saw it. That silent plea beneath the defiance. Scott’s stupid comment echoed in his head, not as a criticism, but as a spark. An idea. A delicious idea.

“I think you do,” Owen said finally, his tone shifting into something smoother, more deliberate. He pushed off the counter, forcing Pyro to take a step back. “I think you desperately want to be my good boy. You’re just having trouble remembering how.”

He turned and walked toward the hallway closet, his steps measured. Pyro followed, a magnet drawn to its pole. “Owen…?”

Owen opened the closet door and reached up to the top shelf. His fingers closed around smooth leather. He pulled it down, the straps whispering against themselves. It was a muzzle. A simple, human-grade, breathable leather muzzle with a padded interior. They’d bought it as a joke, a prop for a costume party last Halloween. It had never been used for its intended purpose.

Until now.

Owen turned, holding it up. Pyro’s eyes went wide, his breath catching audibly. He didn’t step back. If anything, he leaned closer.

“This,” Owen said, his voice a low, resonant command that vibrated in the quiet room, “is for biting.”

Pyro stared at the muzzle, then at Owen’s face. A flush crept up his neck. “You’re serious.”

“Scott thinks I can’t control you. I think he’s wrong.” Owen took a step forward. “I think you’re going to be so, so good for me. Aren’t you, Pyro?”

The use of his name, coupled with that tone—firm, expectant, brimming with unshakable confidence—unlocked something deep in Pyro’s core. His shoulders slumped, the fight bleeding out of him, replaced by a throbbing, immediate heat. He gave a single, shaky nod.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” Pyro whispered. “I’ll be good.”

“Good boy,” Owen praised, and the effect was instantaneous. Pyro shuddered, a full-body tremor of pure want. His eyes fluttered shut for a second. “Now. On your knees.”

Pyro sank down gracefully, the denim of his jeans whispering against the floor. He knelt upright, hands resting on his thighs, head tilted back to look up at Owen. The submission was beautiful, total. Owen approached, the leather cool in his hands.

“Open,” he instructed softly.

Pyro parted his lips, his breathing already coming faster. Owen guided the muzzle into place. The padded bar fit comfortably behind his teeth, the leather cups settling against his cheeks. Owen’s fingers were deft, gentle but firm as he buckled the straps behind Pyro’s head, checking the fit. He tucked a finger under a strap, ensuring it wasn’t too tight. “Comfortable?”

Pyro nodded, the movement restricted but clear. A muffled sound, an affirmative hum, came from behind the leather. His eyes were huge, dark pools of surrender and arousal.

Owen stepped back to admire his work. The sight was profoundly erotic. Pyro, strong-willed and fiery Pyro, brought to his knees and silenced. His expression was one of deep, abiding trust, mixed with a wild excitement that made his chest rise and fall rapidly.

“Look at you,” Owen murmured, crouching down to be at eye level. He ran a thumb over the leather covering Pyro’s cheek. “So perfect. My perfect, muzzled boy. No more biting. No more trouble. Just you, being good for me.” Each word was a caress, a reinforcement. Pyro whined, a desperate, hungry sound, and nuzzled his face into Owen’s palm.

Owen’s own desire, a slow-burning coal, burst into flame. He stood, his hand sliding into Pyro’s hair, gripping firmly. “Stay.”

He walked to the living room, Pyro’s eyes tracking his every move. Owen settled into the armchair, spreading his legs. He unbuttoned his jeans, the sound obscenely loud. He didn’t hurry. He took his time, pulling down the zipper, pushing fabric aside. He was already hard, his cock springing free, thick and flushed.

“Come here,” he said, his voice rough now with need.

Pyro scrambled forward on his knees, the leather of the muzzle brushing against Owen’s inner thigh as he moved into the space between Owen’s legs. He stared at Owen’s cock, then up at his face, a question in his eyes.

“You want to be useful, don’t you?” Owen asked, his hand back in Pyro’s hair, guiding him closer. “You want to show me how good you can be?”

Another muffled, eager sound. Pyro nodded, his hot breath washing over Owen’s skin.

“Then show me.”

Owen didn’t force him down. He applied just enough pressure to guide, to direct. Pyro needed no more encouragement. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out first to lick a broad, wet stripe from base to tip. The sensation, the visual of his muzzled partner trying to lavish attention with only his tongue, sent a jolt of pure lust straight to Owen’s groin.

“That’s it,” Owen groaned, his head falling back against the chair. “Use that tongue. Show me how sorry you are for being so mouthy.”

Pyro moaned around the muzzle, the vibration traveling through Owen’s cock. He set to work with a focused desperation, his tongue flattening against the underside, lapping at the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the slit. He couldn’t take Owen deep, couldn’t use his lips or teeth, and the limitation made every swipe, every circling pass of his tongue, feel infinitely more intense. It was all sensation, all wet, hot, silken friction.

Owen’s grip in Pyro’s hair tightened. “Such a good boy,” he rasped. “Look at you, trying so hard. Your tongue is so clever, so pretty.” He used his free hand to stroke Pyro’s cheek, his thumb rubbing over the strap of the muzzle. “My good, pretty boy. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to kneel and serve.”

Pyro’s answering whimper was broken, overwhelmed. His hips began to rock against empty air, seeking friction of his own. The praise was like fuel poured on the fire of his arousal, making him dizzy with it. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue delving and swirling, bathing Owen’s length in slick heat.

The pleasure built in a slow, relentless wave. Owen could feel the tension coiling tight in his abdomen. He watched, mesmerized, as Pyro worshipped him, the leather straps framing his face, his eyes screwed shut in concentration and bliss.

“Not yet,” Owen breathed, pulling Pyro back by the hair. A string of saliva connected Pyro’s tongue to Owen’s glistening cock for a second before snapping. Pyro looked up, dazed, panting through the muzzle. “Stand up. Take your clothes off. I want to see all of you.”

Pyro rose on unsteady legs, his own erection straining painfully against his jeans. His fingers fumbled with his belt, his button, his zipper, movements clumsy with urgency. He pushed his jeans and boxers down in one frantic motion, kicking them aside. His t-shirt followed, tossed to the floor. He stood naked before Owen, trembling, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach.

“Beautiful,” Owen said, the word a reverent exhale. “Every inch of you. Come here.”

Pyro moved back into the space between Owen’s legs. Owen’s hands went to his hips, pulling him closer, until the head of Pyro’s cock brushed against Owen’s still-wet length. The contact made them both gasp.

“You’re dripping for me,” Owen observed, his voice thick. He reached between them, wrapping his fingers around both of their cocks, squeezing them together. The feeling was electric—hot skin, slick with spit and pre-cum, the thrilling contrast of his own hand and Pyro’s muffled cry.

He began to stroke, a slow, tight glide that made his vision blur. “This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he gritted out, his hips pushing up into the friction. “To be put in your place. To be shown who takes care of you.”

Pyro could only nod frantically, his hands braced on Owen’s shoulders for balance, his body bowing over him. Every slide of Owen’s fist pulled another choked, desperate sound from behind the muzzle.

“You’re being so perfect,” Owen whispered, his pace increasing. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, a wet, rhythmic slap. “Taking your muzzle so well. Letting me use you. My perfect, good boy. You can come. Come for me.”

It was the final permission. The praise, the overwhelming sensation, the psychological surrender of the muzzle—it all crashed over Pyro at once. His body locked, a sharp, guttural cry muffled by leather as he came, stripes of white painting Owen’s stomach and chest in hot pulses. His knees buckled, but Owen held him up, his stroking hand never stopping, now slick with Pyro’s release.

The sight, the feel, the smell of it pushed Owen over the edge mere seconds later. His own orgasm tore through him with a force that stole his breath. “Fuck—good boy—so good—” he chanted, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled over his own fist and onto the mess already on his skin.

For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breathing. Pyro slumped forward, his forehead coming to rest against Owen’s shoulder, his body shaking with aftershocks. Owen slowly released his grip, bringing his soiled hand up to cup the back of Pyro’s head, holding him close.

He reached up with his other hand, fingers finding the buckle of the muzzle. He released it with a soft click and gently pulled the leather away. Pyro’s face was flushed, his lips reddened, his jaw slack. He licked his lips, taking in a deep, gulping breath of free air.

Owen tilted his chin up. Pyro’s eyes were glazed, sated, utterly peaceful. “There’s my good boy,” Owen murmured, leaning in to kiss him softly, tasting himself on Pyro’s tongue. “You did so well.”

Pyro melted into the kiss, a soft, contented hum vibrating in his throat. “Owen…” he breathed when they parted, the word full of awe.

[venomouschocolate]

Hello. I'm the person who wrote the fic inspired by Acetone- this was back when its first draft was still up. Sorry it took me so long to reach out to you directly. I have pretty bad social anxiety, so sending messages can take me awhile. Would me tagging you in posts be alright, Ven?

The story is called "blank canvas, white dream" and focuses on Kristoph's stay in the hospital after his arrest

hi!! no problem at all, and sorry about all the misunderstandings :( feel free to tag me/link the fics on A03, I'm absolutely okay with it!! I'll give it a read :) just to let you know i go by Alice rather than Ven now (dw about it though) but that's all!

thank you, glad i could help inspire you :)

[voltrathesparking]

I hoped not to waste time with the mutterings of Twits, but it seems like their actions have led to people that should know better into acting hastily.

Yes, I am a proshipper. No, that does not mean that I am a pedophile as bad faith actors have twisted it into being interpreted as. It's original and only meaning is that people in fandom should be able to enjoy things without being harassed.

Yes, there are people that use fandom content as a guise to hide terrible shit. But the focus should be on taking them to justice and not anyone who dares like something that's slightly weird in the weird online space. In my experience the worst sort are the ones that constantly talk about how pure and good they are, almost always hiding some corpses under the floorboards.

The same way that liking DOOM doesn't make someone inherently willing to shoot up a school or liking Pokemon doesn't make someone inherently or even likely to be a Satanist, liking some random whatever from a fandom artist doesn't mean anyone endorses it in real life.

Team Switched deciding to remove my name from the credits from their fangame now is at best an underhanded removal of a playtester's work since there was zero communication about the action to me in any attempt to work out the issues behind it. I had to reach out to them to get any sort of talk with the team, even after it was pointed out that the person this credit is for should probably be talked to. At worst, it looks like an endorsement of disgusting and slanderous accusations that was done with no care to anyone outside of their team.

They claimed the removal was to avoid drama and have apologized but have yet to put my name back in the credits or tried to sort out any issues they had with me.

P.S. To anyone distributing the callout, good job sharing explicit material to minors! The original creators did a terrible job censoring the porn shown off in there, so there are exposed shafts, ballsacks, and xeno-genitals. Did you guys not notice or care? Not sure which is worse, especially if you really did believe that adult Zelda and adult Link kissing naked was the same as actual CSEM.

[vivian-ambrose]

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Vivie holds the small bear to her chest with mixed emotions. She knows her sister would probably tell her to throw them away, but Vivie just can’t bring herself to do it. Looking around, she shoves the little bear into her uniform pocket before closing her locker and heading to class.

[ftladystardust]

im going to blow up my blog

[sixish]

I really don't know which way Arcane will go. If. They go with what would be canon in terms of the game, I don't think we'll get that sweet reconciliation T__T but if they really worked with making Arcane something that can stand on its own 🥺 then maybe...I just know that whatever happpens there will be tension that comes from Violet and Caitlyn's relationship and her relationship with her sister.

I KNOW it seems like a lot to ask but I'll still keep a fleck of hope because they've rewritten/updated lore before in big events!! Morgana and Kayle for example are also sisters and their lore was updated and ingame reflected it. So BEST CASE scenario in my head is when the finale drops, maybe Jinx won't completely reform, but they'll reach SOME kind of reconciliation and closure, but Jinx still creates chaos just cuz it's part of her character and Cait and Vi keep chasing her but it's more of a cops and robbers game rather than emotionally traumatizing lmao

[moomingitz]

I'm not sure if you have played the Nuts & Bolts Banjo-Kazooie game but what are your thoughts on the character designs in it?

Unlike a lot of people who obviously have never even touched it, I actually have played and finished it. So I think I can say I have an actual informed and unbiased opinion of the game and the aspects of it, and not just say, “Muh childhood! I feel so betrayed! :’C “.

For characters who returned in, Nuts & Bolts, I’m gonna have their designs from the first and second games side-by-side with their designs from the latter game for comparison sake. Gotta start with the two main titular characters, of course.

Banjo and Kazooie

If these two embody all of the positive aspects of the first two game’s art direction, well then their character designs in Nuts & Bolts embody all of the negative aspects of that game’s art direction.

I get what they were trying to do by making Banjo and Kazooie look more blocky. They wanted to imitate the polygonal look of the N64 games. But with all of the textures and detail this game has unlike the N64 games, it just doesn’t really work here. The appeal of their character designs was the rounded cartoonish style and googly eyes. Banjo especially is not the most flattering to look at. Ugh, his eyes! Kazooie looks better, but she doesn’t really look like a breegul anymore and looks more like a cartoon goose, and the feather detailing is making me think of Viva Pinata more than an organic bird.

It’s not like the art direction is automatically bad, because besides one other character, the other character designs in N&B aren’t half bad. I would say some of the designs themselves, when divorced from the blocky aesthetic, are actually improvements over the older designs. But for some reason the two main characters got the worst of it. While the in-game models actually look better than the more detailed promotional stock models, these two still look off in the game itself.

Bottles

They made him look really cute here. I like how they not only gave him that suit and tie to help him better fit his role as Showdown Town’s info guy, but he now has claws like an actual mole. It’s nice to see his model in Smash kept them.

Mumbo

I don’t like it. Something about it just looks off. It’s probably the more blocky look for his head and the overalls, but N&B Mumbo looks like the douchey Jock Chad type you wanted to avoid in high school.

Gruntilda

It’s pretty cool. Seeing how Grunty had been reduced to a skeletal head by the end of Tooie, I always thought eventually having to resort to using an artificial body was the only appropriate next step. This wouldn’t be the first time she’s done that, too. She put her spirit into a mech in the GBA game(which took place in between the first and second game).

Humba

This is one of the redesigns in Nuts & Bolts where I think it was an improvement over the original one. Humba now has a design with more character and thought put into it, instead of just looking like someone wearing a cheap sexy “Native American” costume.

But, the crux of this redesign is how Humba doesn’t even look like the same character anymore, and for some reason she even looks younger compared to her original Tooie design. I seriously thought she was a different character when I first saw her Nuts & Bolts redesign. Maybe they could at the very least change her facial structure to resemble her old one and give her back the dark brown hair she originally had. I think that would help make a difference.

Klungo

For most of the part I like this one. I like how his coat looks all tattered up, and the stitches in his skin show you all of the abuse he’s had to endure from Grunty; or maybe they came from accidents in the lab. His head structure however, I don’t know. I like the more rounded look of the N64 one more. At least it’s not this.

Jinjos

This one I’m mixed on. I like the spotty details on their N&B design, I actually prefer to draw their snouts more like this, and they no longer look like they’re trying to set me on fire with their stare. However, the Jinjo’s eyes in this game make them look like they’re sick.

However, the game’s more jagged aesthetics works perfectly for the Minjos.

King Jingaling

I like it for most of the part. The new outfit definitely fits him. Remove the Bingo motiff and it would make for a good new permanent wardrobe.

Captain Blubber

It’s Captain Blubber, but with more detail and some minor changes with his outfit. Not much else to say, really. His eyes are all baggy now for some reason. I guess it was from all of the, well, blubbering he does.

Boggy

I like the outfit they gave him. But the face, man. It’s the same problem I mentioned about Banjo’s design in this game.

Jolly Roger/Dodger

Out of all the redesigns in Nuts & Bolts, I think this is the best one. It’s not only a vast improvement over the old one(not like I thought it was bad to begin with of course) and a fun looking redesign, but it makes me wonder what the hell happened between Tooie and Nuts & Bolts for someone like Jolly to go from being mayor, to some shady dude selling Jiggies and pirated video games on the black market.

Also, I think Jolly has the best alternate outfits in the game, too.

I do wonder why his skin pigmentation went from an olive green to a pale lime green, though. But even that could be explained with how some frogs can change their skin color as a method of camouflage; that would only be fitting with Jolly going around doing illegal stuff.

Mr. Fit

It’s Mr. Fit, but with more detail and being more in line with the game’s more blocky art direction. It strangely works in this character’s case. I actually think he looks better in Nuts & Bolts.

LOG

I don’t care how much y’all want to keep crying about how LOG “ruined” your childhood, he looks cool! It’s a simple design, but still a clever and well done one. This is actually how I would imagine an all powerful God of video games if there was one. His head is not only a TV, but the fact his face is PONG is a nice touch; he even plays a game of PONG with himself in one of his idle animations. He even has cute little computer mice, too!

Piddles

I like the color palette and she reminds me of Halloween. But, what the hell is going on with her body!? I guess they wanted to make it look like her front torso was tall and imposing in a more stylistic sense(judging from her concept art), but it just looks like she has a long giraffe neck if anything.

Trophy Thomas

He looks more like a “furry” character, but you know what? It mostly works for the type of character he is: A douchey egotist, who thinks he’s such hot shit that he placed a giant statue of himself on top of his house. He even has hipster looking thick rimmed glasses. Also, it’s nice to see a male anthro character have “hair” for a change, instead of it just being a female specific design element.

This is one of those cases where the character’s in-game model looks better than the detailed promotional one.

Change up his head shape some and I can see his character design easily transferring over to the first two game’s more round and cartoony style.

Pikelet

He’s a cop, so he’s a pig. Can’t say much else, really. It serves it’s purpose.