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[jamieedlund]

Thesis wip 📝and a bunch of September doodle dump. I've been very sick lately so my thesis work got delayed quite a lot 😢 Happy late mid-autumn! 🍂🎃🧡

[vagabond-umlaut]

two shots of ristretto, please!

One must have heard of espresso, but ristretto? No?

Well, translated to 'restricted' in Italian, ristretto is another version of espresso, but of a sweeter and more intense quality than the latter— though, you reckon, there's no entity in this world, sweeter and more intense than that white-haired, blue-eyed enigma-turned-menace of yours.

▸ yakuza heir! gojo satoru x uni classmate! fem! reader; TIMESKIP; dad! gojo satoru x mom! reader; FLUFF AND HUMOR GALORE; popularising the headcanon that gojo is so terrifyingly gojo for everyone, except his crush; the said crush's smart & not dense, for the first time in my stories; there is yakuza so there's a gun and there's a tiny bit of violence; brief appearance of utahime, shoko, suguru & nanami; POST-TIMESKIP: the most adorable twins ever, sachiko and sachiro, are back, with tons and tons of fluff!!!!!

▸ belongs to the series 'tang!' — same universe as the work 'every rose and its 'twin prickles'' — but you can treat this as a stand-alone fic if you wanna!

▸ i know i described the reader to be smart and stuff, but the thing is: she is smart, of sorts, that is. and the post-timeskip portion is tooth-rottingly fluffy but not for satoru; sachiko & sachiro will never let their papa get some loving from their dearest mama... AND this is 4.4k wc long— idk how i wrote so freaking much! anyways, whatever it is–

▸ i don't own the characters, the image or the divider used. please don't plagiarize or translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

Gojo Satoru was born with three things.  

His name. 

His looks.  

And, of course– the baggage certain to tag along with the above two. 

Cup of coffee languishing in the frost of your ignorance, you lock gaze, the first time, with the famous infamous scion of the Gojo’s, an awfully stormy morning at the café your friend works at.  

Said friend looks halfway on the path to sweet, sweet dreams, resting her head on folded arms on your table — smiling, you tuck a wayward strand of hair behind the shell of her ear, and return to your sly spying on the group seated couple of feet away. You think you see Gojo look at you yet another time — it must be an error of your eye, you reckon, given how he's giving a sharp grin to the man across from him, in the very next instant.  

Yeah, that's what it is. No one can possibly switch from shooting that level of thoughtful gaze to that level of feral grin in that short span of time. Yeah, it must have been a mistake of your silly eye.  

Anyways, whatever it is, to say you hate drawing attention to yourself will be the greatest understatement of the century— so you decide to look away for a beat, to avoid even the faintest hint of suspicion, eyes going back to the chemical reactions strewn across the mess you call notes— only to snap back to the white-haired boy, widening in horror from the click! then the scene crashing onto your brain.  

Gojo chuckles, eyes flitting from the gun aimed at the space between his eyebrows to the man holding it. "Aww," you register him croon, that self-sabotaging dumbass, "resorting to such cheap violence so quickly, Zenin-san? Grew tired of a civil conversation already? Tsk. What a pity." 

Another time and you think you'll consider this precise moment to be when you wake your friend up and slowly sneak away into the kitchen then out, via the back door. Another day and you know you'll consider this very second to be when you return your focus to your assignment on carbohydrates, all the while hoping you or your friend won't be cast into a brawl none of you are a part of— 

Too bad it isn't another time or another day, though.  

Biting back a grimace, you shut your laptop and rise from your chair with a loud clatter. 

"Forcing someone isn't really a nice way to make a deal, y'know," you hum, walking over to their table and plopping down onto the free seat next to Gojo, "what is better is to explain the pros and cons to the one opposite to you and try to convince them. Gently. And if that doesn't work, manipulate the hell out of them. But this?" you shoot the metal gun a disappointed glance, shaking your head, "this is a method even I know I shouldn't use to get my rival to agree to something, though I'm not from a criminal background." 

The man– Zenin, you correct yourself; the second largest yakuza clan right after Gojo's family, your memory supplies after a beat – gives a slow look from the weapon to you, a scowl appearing on his features. And barks – voice, a disgusting grating noise to your sleep-deprived self.  

"Who the fuck are you, girl? And why the fuck are you interfering in this?"  

You pause. Okay, this wasn't what you were expecting when you first strolled out here. You were expecting a yell, a scuffle; worst case, the gun aimed at your precious brain. But this? One question about your identity, and the other about your reason for approaching them? You haven't prepared yourself for this! 

Frowning, you cast a glance to your left, only to find the white-haired boy stare at you, staggered, with wide eyes and flushed cheeks; then at your friend who's snoring away like she doesn't give a damn about napping at work; then at the man glowering at you.  

You sigh, rubbing your temples. 

"Who the fuck I am... that's for me to know and for you to find out,” you answer, smirking, before growing serious again as you rush to explain, upon catching a murderous glint in the man’s eyes, “I mean, c'mon, y'all are the yakuza. This should be a piece of cake for you, shouldn’t it?"  

The man's glare only worsens in result; stamping down the apprehension in your mind, you continue, "And as for why the fuck I'm interfering in this—"  

You abruptly fall silent.  

Offering the boy beside you a panicky glance.  

Wondering what the hell you can say in reply. 

Should you say, "I've been listening to you threaten the poor boy for a good thirty minutes now, saying he's gonna face dire consequences, or some shit like that, if he doesn't share the area in the east with the Zenin's or refuses to marry their third daughter— who I'm pretty sure, y'all have made into nothing but a maid, a cook and a broodmare. Poor girl, being spoken of by her own family member to a stranger boy, as if she isn't a human being but something with no life or ambition. But, hey, how you raise your kids is honestly your own problem and I’m not here to drill some lesson into your head– though I guess, folks like you could really use some. Anyways, whatever the fuck it is, I'm here because I JUST CAN'T SEE ANOTHER BEING FORCED TO DO SOMETHING AGAINST THEIR WILL. AND I’M GONNA PROTEST AGAINST IT AS LONG AS I’VE A BREATH LEFT IN MY LUNGS." 

The inner-you tsks at the outer-you.  

You groan inwardly, shifting to the next plan already.  

So, must you say, "Gojo's my classmate, who has been sitting behind me since the first class of the year, and very weird to say, but I have also been finding him here at this coffee shop, every day I visit since that day, sitting at this specific table and scribbling in a notebook for hours at end— and, yeah, way weirder to admit out loud, but I guess I have also formed some kind of attachment to him? 'Cause of which, I feel, I get worried when I see him being actively threatened? And, yes, of course– all the while I totally ignore that he's next in line to a notorious criminal family or the fact that he's never even noticed me once before today." 

Another click! bounces off the walls into your ears, making you draw away from your mind back to the situation at hand. You settle for offering a shrug.  

"Why I'm here is because Gojo is one of my acquaintances and I just can't seem to stand someone being forced to do something against their will." 

Your statement earns a mocking laugh from the man, but before you rush to defend yourself and the fact you spoke the truth, a calloused palm rests on your forearm. Gojo's gaze flits from you to the gun still pointed at him then back to you. You feel a mild tremor in his fingers when they meet your skin. Good heavens, Gojo must be really scared, huh? 

His careful voice reaches you, a far cry from the haughty tone he was employing with the Zenin fellow earlier, "It's best if you leave now. Go take your friend and go away. And don't come back here. At least not until sometime later, yeah? Things are gonna get a hell lot messy and I don't want you to see that." 

For the first time in many days, the buzz of caffeine in your veins weakens, giving way to the thrum of worry you feel at Gojo’s words. Has this bastard already accepted his fate!? Hell no! Not if you can help it!!  

You give his arm a light pat. 

"While I leave you here, all alone, huh?" Shaking your head, you click your tongue. "Nope! Not gonna happen, mister. My parents raised me way better than that. Besides, you might not be knowing me but I've been knowing you for a while now, and despite what everyone says of you being the crown prince, or whatever, in the underworld — I ain't leaving you here, with your life at the mercy of a person who doesn't even have a shred of respect for others' freedom of choice and stuff." 

A noisy yawn sounds in the background, soon followed by a noisier series of snores. Gojo's mouth opens and closes a few times, like a funny fish, before he inquires, voice brimming with disbelief, "You... have noticed me? Since when?" 

You blink, then chuckle. "Of course, I have. Since the first day, if I'm being honest here," you reply, then add as a hasty after-thought, so that he doesn't see you as a weirdo, "I mean, it's tough not to notice you, y'know? Not when you're—" 

A deafening crash interrupts you in the middle of your sentence. You look away from the boy to find the man standing now, face contorted in a mix of fury and desperation while he shifts the gun's muzzle from Gojo to you, then back to Gojo, words leaving him in a harsh yell. 

"THE GIRL NOTICED YOU 'CAUSE YOU'RE THE GOJO SATORU AND YOU'RE HANDSOME AS FUCK. NOW, CAN YOU PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH? AND YOU — YOU SICK, SPOILT GOJO BRAT– YOU SAID YOU DON'T HAVE A MINUTE TO SPARE? BUT HERE YOU ARE, CHATTING YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH THAT GIRL—" 

A second deafening crash reverberates through the small shop– and you think you see your life flash before your eyes– but not before the man drops to the ground, most probably unconscious and hopefully not too damaged to lead a functional life, and very earnestly not dead. The gun clatters to the ground beside him. You turn to your classmate, eyes wide. Gojo returns your gaze, unblinking and slack jawed. 

Heart thundering in your ears, you hurry to explain yourself, "I–" 

"You smashed that plate on that guy's head." 

Gojo’s blunt words bring you to a still, making your eyes drift to the fragments of the unlucky glass plate, to the unluckier but-totally-deserved-it Zenin, then back to your classmate. A little more awe on the boy’s face and you think his jaw might hit the floor.  

You nod slowly. 

"Yeah, but as self-defence. I mean, you saw how eccentric that man was acting, right? I had to do something to protect both of us," you explain, looking away from the pair of blue eyes watching you closely, to your friend who still seems to be lost in the land of sleep (how much exactly did she drink last night, huh?) to your grey sneakers, voice growing mumbled with every other syllable you utter.  

"But that doesn't mean you've to feel some sort of debt towards me or anything. I too was kind of at mistake then, I guess... what with me rambling so fucking much when there was a literal gun at your head. I should have acted with more tact then – if I had done so, then maybe this mess could've been avoided. I mean, I've never seen these things before in my life, y'know? Except in TV shows, that is. Yet, this foolish me here thought she could just swoop in and save you like some sort of a hero..." 

Sullen, you trail off, face growing warm from embarrassment whilst your mind devises a plan on how to clear up the mess you created, many thanks to your foolhardy nature, when a muffled laugh reaches you. Gojo's eyes twinkle in enjoyment at the bewildered huff you give him.  

"You did save me like a real hero back then, y'know," he says, grinning a wide grin – before it disappears, making way for a much reserved, much shyer(??) version. A giggly voice within you whispers he looks just as sweet as he did with his cute dimples. The boy continues, carding a hand through his mess of white hair, with a casual glance at the man, "And, as for the mess you keep mentioning, don't you worry. Gun shots create more mess than a plate smashed on the head. And if I can clear that within a minute– this won't even take me a full second, Miss Hero. Don't you worry for this at all. But, yeah, thank you." 

Now, you don't really know if it was the sincerity in his voice as Gojo thanked you, or the fact that he has to clean up the mess you made in the first place, or the stunned feeling so clearly visible in the blue colour of his irises when you admitted to noticing him— whatever it is, you find yourself not wanting to leave anything unsaid between you both.  

Moreover, the realization that lives are considered extremely low-on-value in the world of crime, so much that guns are whipped out at the tiny disagreements or boasts are made on how quick a gunshot mess can be cleared by them — this realization doesn't make things any easier for you. 

Giving the injured man and your napping friend a momentary glance, you return your focus to Gojo, whose eyes are now narrowed at his mobile, and speak those words weighing heavy on your mind right now.  

"I really noticed you since the first day, Gojo," you say. The boy pauses his typing, confused gaze darting to you. "But not just 'cause you're the Gojo Satoru, or 'cause you're really pretty — which you totally are, by the way— but mainly because you had ambled into our first class, on the first day, a magnificent hour late, with your two friends— and my first thought seeing you was, what sort of a fucking entitled brat is this guy, sauntering in as if he owns the entire place." 

A beat passes before the boy erupts into chuckles, though the tense quality of them doesn't escape your notice. Pocketing his mobile, he shoots you a small smile. "And what about noticing me after that? It was just my name and looks which kept your attention hooked onto me, wasn't it?" 

The question– the mumbled way it was asked, more so– sends you into a brief bout of musing silence. Gojo's eyes remain trained on you the entire while — quite contrary to the innumerable adjectives you've heard to describe them: oceanic blue, sparkling blue, mesmerising blue, kind-of-startling blue– you think they're just... blue. So blue, you wonder if there's anything as blue as that gaze peering down at you.  

Perhaps not. 

Lips curving into a smile, you hum, "Yes and no. Yes, 'cause that was the main reason why my eyes kept trailing you whenever we were in the same place. No, 'cause they were the reasons only until I realised what kind of person you are, and how very different you're from what I first thought of you. I got new reasons after those." 

"Mind telling me those new reasons?" 

Gojo's nervous question widens the smile on your face. Casting your friend a glance — goodness, how many drinks did she really have at the party she went to last night — you reply, making your voice light and friendly, "Your personality made me curious. You are old money, with good looks to boot— you're literally the heartthrob of every girl on campus! Still, I've never seen you with anyone from them— never with anyone outside your group of three friends — though, I got to admit, the blond boy looks nothing less than constipated for a week, when he talks to you." 

That last comment draws a chuckle from the white-haired boy. The tightness in his shoulders seems to relax a bit, you note with relief. Face still carrying the same smile as before, you continue speaking.  

"And the second point which made me curious was how different you behave in different places. Your voice rings across the cafeteria every day during lunch yet you stay so quiet here for hours at end. You once said you've never been much of a book person, yet I always see you in this shop, immersed in your notebooks. And– what has struck me the most of all is the way you tend to go out of you way to annoy others – I've been sitting in front of you in class for a good three months now, yet you've never ever irritated me in the slightest. Kind of strange, ain’t it?" 

Stunned silence comes as the answer to your question, what with the addressed classmate of yours, rooted to his spot on the ground, blue eyes as round as the plate you had smashed on the man's head some time ago and the expression on Gojo's face, almost as if you've grown a couple of heads in the while you have been chatting with him.  

Or more like monologuing, now that you think about it.  

This guy is always so chatty with others: he was even then with that gun cocked to take his life — then why the fuck is he so unspeaking right now, eh? 

"Oh God, Satoru, I can't believe your plan of lurking in the places she goes to, to catch her eye, worked out!!" "Are you asking her out right now, bro?" "Can you all please move? It's raining like hell outside and I'm not really keen to get my leather jacket wet, thank you." 

The noisy rumbles of rain and thunder stream in through the opened door, before the latter is closed again, snapping you out of your internal monologue, a bit too sudden and harsh for your liking. Three pairs of eyes regard you with an utmost curiosity — you return them a blink before dragging your eyes away and looking at the boy a good foot away, only to find him resolutely staring at the overhead lights. Two pretty long (and pretty weird) seconds pass before you finally decide to tear your gaze away from him to the rain-soaked glass window of the eatery.  

A face with creased brows and warmed cheeks greets you from your reflection.  

Screwing your eyes tight shut in an attempt to ward off an annoying headache you can feel build up, slowly yet steadily, you let out a sigh.  

Friendship with the Gojo Satoru seems good enough but romance with the Gojo Satoru... that doesn’t seem half-as-good, right? 

Right? 

"Wrong." 

Your son's insistent voice, coupled by the tiny fist he slams down on the table, breaks you out of your reverie and you turn to find Sachiro wearing a frown, tears brimming in his eyes– eyes which move away from his father and sister to you, pinning your drowsy form beneath the weight of their moisture.  

Stifling a weary sigh, you place the menu card back on the table and coo, "Aw, Sachiro! What's wrong, baby? Are Papa and Sachiko saying mean things to you again? Are they still teasing you regarding today's incident?" 

Although, you suppose to yourself, catastrophe might suit what happened today, way more than the word 'incident'— what with the shrieks, cries and yells resounding through your flat in the short time you took to get ready for your Sunday lunch at a restaurant. Rubbing his eyes a little, the little boy scoots closer to you and nods weakly, wrapping his tiny arms round you. Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, you direct a stern look at the two sitting across from you.  

Sipping on the welcome drink, Sachiko just shrugs back at you.  

"I'm not the wrong person here, Mom. He is," your daughter explains, pointing a finger at her brother, then retracting it at your frown. Your husband snickers from beside her. “Yeah, sweetness, it’s Sachiro who’s wrong. Getting confused on when’s your birthday is no small mistake. Besides, our darling little munchkins taunt me the entire time if I ever make a mistake, no? Can’t see why they can’t stand a taste of their own medicine, then.” 

The sobs muffled into the cotton of your dress grow in intensity and misery. Sending her father a vicious stink eye, your daughter moves to observe you and her brother, a cute little frown on her face.  

"Okay, fine," she relents after a short beat, returning the lemonade to the table, "Guess I was a little wrong. Maybe I shouldn't have teased him so much, along with Papa, for messing up the date of your birthday. I also should not have said, he doesn't love you, some time back."  

A very weighted moment passes. The little girl jumps off her seat and reaches your side of the table, tiny arms reaching out to wrap around her brother. It takes a minute, and a small nudge from your side but soon enough, your two kids are hugging each other; Sachiro, a wailing mess, whilst Sachiko, being the older of the twins that she is, keeps saying 'sorry's' and patting his head, the exact same way their father does to them in times of their grave distress — when they throw a tantrum and get a nice long lecture from you, that is.  

Fond smile creeping onto your lips, you tear your gaze away from the two adorable angels of your life to your husband.  

Relieved to find him sans any teasing smile, you receive a gentle look from him, his hand reaching out to interweave his fingers through yours. You let him with a content hum, basking in the simple domestic joy seeping in through the sweetly scented air of the restaurant. A pair of plush lips press to your palm; biting back a giddy giggle, you throw the owner of said luscious lips a meaningful wink.  

Though... you doubt how much of your meaning could be conveyed to him... given how the two of you jerk back from each other a mere instant later, at the loud clearing of a throat from Sachiko and an angry 'Papa! Go away!' from Sachiro.  

Stomping back to her chair and settling into it with some effort and a huff, you watch an extremely pissed shadow form over the little girl's face, worsening as she twists and cranes her neck up to face her father. You really, really think your husband must not chuckle in this way in the face of such a thunderstorm— not when your daughter is shooting daggers with her gaze; and certainly not when your son is shooting that gloating smirk at him.  

Another time and you think you’ll look at that glare and at that smirk, then proceed to be on cloud-nine, realizing your children, despite being xerox copies of their father (both in looks and manners), did inherit certain features from you as well— something which a terribly competitive voice inside your head claims, is a great win— now, however, is decidedly no such time.  

Not when the person you’ve loved for these many years and know, will continue to do so for an eternity, looks one step away from being tormented to death– by none but the two milk-toothed lights of both of your lives.  

You watch Sachiko’s frown deepen, more than should be possible for someone her age, then begin. 

"Papa, I'm sorry but I have to break our deal. Sachiro is right. We two are the strongest duo of twins in the multiverse — we can't let you break our team this way. So, what if my brother makes a mistake? He's a young baby and babies are allowed to make mistakes, aren't they?"  

You wonder if she truly understands she was born a mere six minutes prior than her brother... and not six whole years, as appears to be the case right now. Holding back chuckles, you spare the person, addressed in the ‘not-really-apology' apology, an amused glance, then nod your head solemnly at her words.  

"They are, baby. They so are," you agree in the very next instant, then ask, a genuine inquiring inflection to your tone, "But what deal did Papa make you agree to, baby? Sounds pretty serious to me, to be honest." 

"Oh, it wasn't anything, sweet cheeks," your husband begins with an awfully nervous-sounding chortle; too bad, your daughter is quick to beat him to it. Throwing him a smirk, you can only describe to be devious, she looks back at you and grins. "Two weeks back, Papa found me in the living room, late at night, staring at shooting stars through the windows. And I found him walking away from the kitchen, eating a giant chocolate bar. Papa said you’ll be very mad because we didn’t listen to what you said, so, we should make a deal and become a team to keep this a secret from you." 

"Papa made that deal– only to divide us. So, our strong team can be destroyed and he can easily defeat us and keep you all for himself, Mama," your son chips in, puffy eyes narrowed into a very hard glare. Your daughter agrees vehemently from the opposite side.  

Your eyes drop to the glass of lemonade before you; you try your best to stifle the yawn.  

This fight over your affection has been going on since the time your children turned four or so... and despite them nearing an age of six in few months, no end can be seen in the horizon, to this war raging within your home...  

And as for the matter of Sachiko being awake way past her bedtime? You reckon you can't really do much on this, other than repeating the rules and the reasons behind each one of them– especially of punctuality and an adequate sleep– to her, like you did the last time... though, you think of toning your lecture down a little this time, considering it wasn't a video game but a meteor show she had stayed awake for... besides you too used to be — okay, no, wait, what??? 

Your husband's sheepish grin collides with the incensed glare you aim his way over the table. Letting out a frustrated huff of an exhale, your face turns away from his, choosing to stare at itself in the clean glass windows instead — too, too mad to acknowledge that white-haired, blue-eyed menace of yours, whining apologies with a pitiful gaze.  

You screw your eyes shut and let out a sigh. 

Being married to the yakuza king, Gojo Satoru, is a story, you deem, it couldn’t have been better, but being married to the sweet fiend, Gojo Satoru?  

Oh, sweet– no, strike that, you fucking hate that word—  

Oh, sour heavens above.  

That's a different story altogether. 

▸ if you've reached this point and still love me and/or my writing, istg I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH. writing something inspired by one's self-ship is so satisfying but so difficult, ngl. A BIG TYYY TO YOU WHO IS READING THIS LINE RN AFTER READING THIS MONSTROSITY OF A ONESHOT *sniffles*

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[babiesdreams]

Advent Calendar

Day 21 : Kim Namjoon (RM) . +18

Content Warning: teasing, oral sex, unprotected, serious breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, sub! reader, possesive, degradation, body writing.

"You've asked for this a couple of times" You identify the sound of his voice coming from your right side, though you're not able to see anything with your eyes closed. It had become a habit, everytime you were about to start a heated session, you closed your eyes and breathe deeply. You've always liked to take in every little moment in life. A clicking sound startles you, it repeats when the handcuffs trap one of your wrists.

Though your mind had driven away for a second you convince yourself you need to focus on getting there. They call it the subspace. A place in your mind where you forget about pride and taboos. A place where you were only made for serving, obeying, pleasuring him. "So you can consider this a gift" His deep voice keeps talking. Another handcuff traps your other wrist.

You have no control over what happens next. That's what this is all about. When your eyes finally open, you realize he's already at your feet, looking at you, waiting for you to be ready. His fingers follow the lines of his lips, before getting licked by his tongue. "I'm gonna fuck life into you" He growls just before his fingertips travel through your, already wet, folds.

"Oh look. You're so wet and we haven't even done anything yet" Humilliation. It played an important role in your kinks. Pointing out how easy to turn on you were was just the beginning of it. In your mind, the images of your previous sessions play on repeat. Him writing all over your body degrading words, along with his name, marking you like a property. Or that one time you kissed his feet begging for permission to cum until he let you release yourself.

Shivers take over your body. His hand traps your face against the mattress. His face inches from yours. "What are you replaying in that mind of yours?" He could read your mind. He had to have some sort of power to do it. "I was just remembering times you humilliated me" He hums. "Which ones? It's happened more than a couple." You take a deep breath. His power made you feel weak to his every touch. "When you wrote on my body with a marker and when I kissed your feet asking for permission to cum"

He chuckles. "Do you know why I asked you?" His fingers had started to play with your hair. "No sir" You answer almost inmediately. "You got even more wet just thinking about it" You gulp, full of anticipation. "I'll have to do it to check just how wet you can get" He says while getting up. You follow his figure with your eyes. He searches everywhere, almost as if he was deliveretely trying to make you feel eager.

When he finds your lipstick inside your purse he shouts. "Voila!" His body climbs onto the bed with hunger. "What should I write?" He asks you, you simply look at him clueless. "How do you feel when I use you?" His question makes you twist your body a bit. "Like a slut" You whisper. His grin grows.

"I didn't hear you" Another deep breath. "Like a slut sir!" You shout this time. His fingers guide the lipstick against your skin, writing the word slut on your chest. "Give me more" This time you close your eyes, trying to reach out for your darkest thoughts. "Cunt. Cum dumpster. Toy. Whore. Needy. Bitch" You knew when to stop because he closed the lipstick. Your skin was almost fully covered in red words.

It was embarrassing to feel his fingers against your wetness, the threat linking the digits to your pussy. He spread it all over your folds, your thighs. If he wanted he could cover every inch of your body with it, and you'd still be so embarrassingly wet. His fingertips press against your clit. They make circles over it. Slowly. Peacefully. Every nerve of your body activates with his touch.

His tongue joins shortly after. You can already hear in your head all the times he's told you I wanna taste desperation. It truly was just that. He'd take a couple of seconds to taste you and then stop. "Fuck me" The words escape your mouth without permission, like a moan or a grunt does. "What?" He asks, stopping all his actions. Your eyes fix on his. He looks kind of pissed.

"I'm your cum dumpster tonight sir. I want you inside of me please" He seems to like that better. His fingers search on his pocket, coming out with a condom. You protest loudly. "Don't use it please" He chuckles. His mouth goes up to your ear. "You have to be more especific in your requests" Deep breath

"I want you to fuck me raw, and fill me up. Please" He sits over your waist, putting his weight on his legs to not smash you. His fingers wander down your body. Pinching your nipples when they get there. A groan is your reaction to the sudden stimulation. When his body moves you can clearly feel the bulge against your skin. His pants fly in the air. His tip touches your clit.

His first thrust feels like a rollercoaster filled with pleasure, anticipation, slight pain. You're full with him. In every sense possible. The second thrust though, feels like heaven. Your eyes roll all the way back. You've question to yourself before if it could be possible for you to cum just by listening to him. And with how fast you do now it becomes more and more real.

He ignores the fact that your body is spasming with release. He's only focused on using you. Filling you. There's hunger in every groan he lets out. His hand push against your mouth, keeping you quiet. You must've been really loud for him to do that. The moment you feel his hot cum painting your walls, your second orgasm brushes over your body, like a reharsed coreography.

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02/27/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Cast&Crew; SambaSchutte;VicoOrtiz;RhysDarby; Fan Spotlight; More Polls; Repo News; Rotton Tomatos; Watch Party Reminders; Articles; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika;

= Cast & Crew Sightings =

= Samba Schutte =

Samba posted so much BTS I couldn't fit it on one recap! I I posted some highlights, and you can see all the pictures + merstede video over here.

Obviously if you have instagram please visit Samba's IG Post/Stories

= Vico ortiz =

Vico decided to bless us with "Soft Boi" vibes today.

"💙💚✨Soft Boi✨💚💙 📸: @transnormativity"

Also, Vico is a member of the Public Assembly free theatre in South Pasadena California and "wrote something" for the next assembly! If you're in the area, consider checking it out, it's free!

= Rhys Darby =

Cameo - Reconnecting with Art / Writing!

The cameo today is about Reconnecting with Art / Writing! Thank you to the anonymous sharer who allowed us to partake in this lovely and inspiring cameo!

Cameo Src

== Fan Spotlight ==

Last couple days of February Love Collage Fest! @wndrngnomad even gave us a bonus for #TaikaTuesday! And that catches us up! Just two more days! Want to see the collages anytime, check them out in our Fan Spotlight Section on the repo!

Day 27: Season 1 Costumes

#TaikaTuesday

Day 13: Matthew Maher!

Day 14: February Love!

Day 15: Taika Waititi

PS: Lots more fan spotlights to come, today got away from me and I had a couple more people to check with.

== More Polls to Participate In =

Looks like Ranker is doing a pole on the best HBO Max shows! You can click the up arrow for OFMD, and the down arrow for other shows if you'd like as well to move the rankings around. Thanks @JackieNoses on twitter for recommending it!

== WATCH PARTY REMINDERS! ==

= People of Earth S2 =

People of Earth S2 continues tomorrow Feb 27 at 9 pm GMT / 4pm EST / 3pm CST / 1pm PST. Need access? Reach out to @iamadequate1!

#PiratesOfEarth

= Uncle Season 2 Watch Party! =

Wed 28th + Thurs 29th GMT - 8pm / ET - 3pm / PST - 12 pm Streaming on I-player! Outside the UK? Follow this VPN tutorial to learn more. 

#ForTheNewUncle

== Rotten Tomatoes! ==

Just wanted to give a huge shout out to everyone out there doing ratings! We finally made it to 1000+ ratings on Season 2 for Rotten Tomatoes! What an excellent job everyone!!!

== Repo News ==

I am putting this in the recap so that in case someone missed it on my blog I can still try to fix any damage that was done. This is the first para, but please read the whole thing here. "It has come to my attention that a google drive that was linked in my Repo contained art, gifs, images, videos etc that had not been shared with permission of the original artists. I want to sincerely apologize to anyone who this affected." The situation has been rectified, but please, if you were one of the folks affected, please reach out to me and I will see what I can do to help.

== Articles ==

10 Streaming Shows That Were Cancelled Too Soon

== Love Notes ==

Today I would like to take a moment to thank the folks who checked in on me or sent kind words today while I was having a rough time (whether you knew it or not). You all really amaze and humble me with all your kindness and caring. I wanna give a few shoutouts to some folks who kept me sane today @spirker @ofmd-ann @scorpiostarseed @xoxoemynn @catbells-and-summerlinens @brainfugk @hoshiforever @roximonoxide @aliragsandmuffins @melvisik if I missed anyone I promise it's not on purpose but because I am about 3 minutes away from passing out on this couch or I thought you wanted to remain anonymous.

Love Note: From DoodleGems--

You really do deserve to take up space. When you do, you work miracles and you move mountains and you give this tired lady hope. So remember you are worth taking up space and fill it with all your goofy unique wonderful soul <3 Love you lovelies, get some rest tonight.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Okay so I can't stop looking at this post by @ofmd-ann so yes these two are tonight's, even though I'm sure I've posted them individually before (but they go so well together so here we are)

[bubble-popping]

day 24 and my friend sent me smth that was so drunznoblade coded I had to write smth for it

based off this but this is just the first part :)

It was all really fuzzy for Punz, especially when his head was pounding as bad as it was. Just trying to think back on what happened caused another wave of head-splitting pain. They definitely drank way too much last night...

God, he needed a tylenol. Some food would be nice too. A breakfast burrito sounded so good right about now. Was taco bell still serving breakfast? Actually, what time was it anyway?

Punz had to squint when he looked at his phone, the only way he was able to stand the glare of the screen. However, before they could even think about looking up taco bell's menu times, they noticed they had a full notification bar. After clicking and scrolling a bit, just seeing the typical posts and messages from his friends saying how awesome last night was, he got to one from a group chat.

They didn't recognize either of the profiles, and the only message was from one of them.

"Did you make it home safe, baby? Heart emoji?" He mumbled to himself, a tone of awe in his morning voice.

'who is this??' He wrote back. Clicking on the profiles brought him to one account that was totally private with a blank image while the other was filled with pictures of a fluffy haired blonde posing next to friends, family, and food. Now they were really hungry...

He got a response sooner than he anticipated.

'u forgot abt us already? :('

'we made out like half the night man'

Punz had to read that twice just to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Half the night? They must've been wasted to not only agree to that but then not remember it at all.

"Sapnap," he hissed at his roommate, knocking on the wood of their bunk bed in an attempt to wake up the younger man.

His answer was a long groan, which when translated meant 'leave me the fuck alone.'

"Dude, wake up!" They pressed, tossing a pillow up onto Sapnap's bed. It was promptly thrown right back at their face.

"What? Tryna sleep off this fuckin' hangover, dude..." Sapnap leaned over the edge to glare at them, bedhead even messier than usual.

"What happened at the party last night?"

"What are you talkin' about?"

"Did I make out with someone?"

Sapnap appeared just as confused as him until realization slowly dawned on his face, then he was laughing. "Oh, dude. Yeah, that shit was wild. I got some other friends to come and you guys were going at it."

Punz visibly recoiled, cheeks red and brow furrowed. "Are you serious? Wha-how? Why??"

"How the hell would I know? I think we were playing like spin the bottle? Or something? You got Dream and then went back for seconds, I guess. Oh and Techno, you were all over Techno, bro."

"Who?"

Before he could respond, Punz's phone buzzed again. They looked down to see more messages.

'so r we still gonna meet 2day'

'or did you forget that too?'

"They wanna meet with me." Punz glanced up for Sapnap's reaction only to find the younger man had, presumably, returned to his pillow. "Sapnap!"

"What?!" He leaned back over, frowning. "I told you I'm tryna sleep!"

"Should I meet them? They're still like, total strangers, bro."

"Yeah, strangers, but you were sticking your tongue down their throats." Sapnap rolled his eyes while Punz turned an impossible shade of red and made and affronted noise. "If it gets your ass outta the dorm for once, then go." With that, he once again plopped down, and this time Punz thought it best to let him be.

Blunt as he put it, he was right on some level. These Dream and Techno people clearly cared about them, at least enough to want to meet again.

At worst, he'd be able to ask questions and fill in the blanks of what happened last night.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 60

Wow we really made it 60 days huh?

Okay so i’m not gonna yap long for this part. You saw the image, you see the read under. This is a small comic adaptation of @vanadisvalentine’s “Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed” fanfic. And it adapts the end of Chapter 4 which is pretty fuckin pivotal in that story. So if you haven’t read that fic yet I’m actually begging you, please read it and don’t let this comic be your first experience.

Second warning, this is going to be a long one. How long? Who knows. I haven’t written it yet, but this Day represents one of the biggest turning points in the whole project for me. 

When you click the read under you’re gonna get just the comic, and then you're gonna get hit with a gigantic fucking wall of text. I apologize in advance for the amount of rambling I’m about to do but I got a lot to say here.

Okay so you read the comic, you ready? Cause not only am I gonna yap about making that comic along with all the behind the scenes stuff, (amidst other tangents), but I’m also going to talk about the fic this is based on. This is probably going to feel a bit disorganized but i’ll try my best to keep this legible. Apologies in advance.

So your first thought is probably “Jem why the fuck did you do that?” and you’re correct for thinking that way. Rest assured, you’re going to ask that question again later but significantly louder and more exasperated in the future. 

Answer is simple though. I wanted to do something big for Number 60, cause every 10 images I wanna do something Big. For Number 50 I came out of retirement and wrote a fanfic and some art to go with it. So I wanted to go up. How do i go up? Well I am a comic artist, and making a webcomic is my general goal in life and what directs me forward. Sooo, why not a comic?

Okay but a comic of what? Well, why not a fanfic? And at the time the real answer was obvious.

There are Three Fanfics made for Junkan that are pivotal to this entire event. Without all three of them combined ya’ll would not be having Junkan art pop up in your feed every day, questioning what the hell is in my bloodstream to make me draw all this. The answer is Junkan, junkan is in my bloodstream.

I plan to talk about all three of those fics in this event, in as much detail as I can muster. That said not only are we going in reverse order, as todays fic “Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed” is the last piece of the puzzle for why I went off the deep end and drew this much Junkan. But also the other two fics aren’t gonna be discussed for a long time due to their placement in the event order. I’m talking within the last ten days. Oops.

But at the time it was, pretty fucking easy to choose this one to adapt. The other two either wouldn’t really fit my style that I had been working with up to that point, or were just not made to be a comic without way more energy.

And as a reminder this was before I had actually gotten to know some of ya’ll. Within the realm of Junkan Val was the only friend I had. I did have other people who liked DR and were on board with Junkan after I showed them my supply and stated my case, but Val was the only person I knew at the time who was as brainrotted for this ship as I am, granted I think she has like, a normal amount of brainrot. I think by the end of the project I’ve fully snapped and now I can’t stop thinking about these two, like I have actually tried to stop thinking about them but they keep popping up. What was I talking about- Right! Point is, you can consider Day 60, or as I would call it in casual conversation “The 22 Page Junkan Comic,” my most excessive thankyou to her for helping me stay motivated throughout the project and playing a massive part in its inspiration.

As for making the comic.

It was a very bold mix of “I’m having the time of my life” and “Hell,” that's the shortest way I could put it. The longest way? Wellll

So by this point I wasn’t just showing these pics to Val alone. I had a few friends even before Val who I showed the art too. I’d get compliments and feedback and all that nice stuff that keeps me going.

As I’ve stated in the past (i think) one of the hardest parts of this project for me was the lack of validation for my efforts. I do not make art purely to be complimented, I make art in order to hopefully bring a smile to someones face. However I do still take a lot of joy when I see my art being positively received, it shows that my efforts were worth it. Seeing peoples reactions helps me remember why I’m doing this and that I’m doing a good job at it. So if I  don’t get a lot of that, especially on something i put a lot of effort into, it can be a little demoralizing. It’s something I’ve tried to work past during this year, but at the time it was a big issue. Day 60 took around 2 weeks to finish, as I was managing other projects and commission work at the time. The whole time I barely showed anyone, Val was obvious because this was a surprise gift for her, however the rest is because I was very adamant about not spoiling the Fic it was based on, and say for a single person amidst the people I would show these pics to none of them had read the fic. So I went from showing a small handful of people these to showing one guy (admittedly one of my best friends) for the span of 2 weeks while grinding away at the comic. It wasn’t until the very tail end that my girlfriend surprised me by reading the fic, meaning I could show her as well finally. 

Was it worth starving myself of a majority of positive feedback for 2 weeks when I haven’t had to do something like that for years? Oh god yes but we’re not there yet I still need to talk about the actual comic.

So when you compare the fic to the comic you’ll notice I skipped a decent portion of this scene, this is mostly just for the sake of not making this take too long, I think I picked a pretty solid starting point but also I won’t lie and say there isn’t a part of me that wishes I took like an extra week or two to adapt the whole scene sometimes. Sometimes.

Mukuro acted as the pseudo cover for the comic, both because it was a small detail noted in the scene that she was watching the door, and because I could call back to the “Mukuro Notes” bit I did on the Vampire Junkan comic, which seemed like a cute call back. I also used this as a way to skip past some of the initial dialogue of the scene in terms of adaptation. I’m really happy with how this page turned out visually, I remember having to fiddle with Mukuro’s anatomy and smaller details for awhile.

As you can probably tell, like usual the art for this was still being done as a sketch which I colored rather than what I do in my usual comic stuff, that being Sketch > Lines > Colors > Shading. I did shade a few of these pages cause I think the extra effort was warranted for some pages. I wouldn’t know this without like, actually time traveling to check but I think there was even a time this would be just uncolored sketches. Clearly that didn’t last because yeah, the chick who’s drawing 100 days worth of junkan art is going to make a 22 page comic and NOT color the whole thing, keep telling yourself that Jem.

Once again since I was directly adapting this fic like with Day 20, I tried to be semi accurate in what I assume Junko’s appearance would be, giving her the bunny and bow clips in her hair. I didn’t go all the way since honestly I think i would have gone a little crazy if I drew both characters in their actual Hope’s Peak uniforms for the whole thing, so I mostly stuck to their killing game designs with that small change to Junko. And yes, I did have to edit Junko’s hair to remove the bear clips multiple times throughout the first few pages because I kept forgetting not to draw them. For the first time having these two memorized was a hindrance. 

If you’ve ever seen me draw a Question Mark with a cross instead of a dot when drawing Mikan, it’s cause of this comic. Val said it was a cute detail so I decided to stick with it when applicable.

I think I have read the segment of the story this is based on like, 30 times bare minimum. Now some of those times were just because I often reread this fic to help me relax before sleeping, but the majority are because I kept looking at this scene over and over again so I could try and get every detail of this perfect. The posing, expressions, and other visuals, while a little rough around the edges were all possible after going over every paragraph to get the vibe as close as possible.

The dialogue is word for word, punctuation for punctuation ripped from the fic itself. Mildly difficult to pull off without having to extend certain pages, but in the end I managed to pull it off.

Page 7 is one of my favorite pages from the experience. Originally the visual was supposed to be Junko in literal chains of despair with Mikan coming in with a key to unlock them, however chains are agonizing to draw. Not drawing them was a form of self care, even if I think it would have been a bit of a stronger metaphor. 

Mikan’s expressions were very difficult to get just right in this, which was half the fun. Do you know how fucking satisfying it was to draw her happy crying??? Very.

Page 10 is another one I’m really happy with. I don’t know exactly what the original plan was beyond the fact that I wanted the shot of Mikan reacting to that being a lot more visually extreme for the colors and amount of space it takes up to make it as overwhelming as possible. But I went in reverse  and made the initial heart stop moment of her realizing that Junko just said that more prominent than the rush of emotion hitting her right after.

There were going to be more visuals of Mikan being cute in the following page, however not only was I struggling for ideas but also my energy was fluctuating to hell and back by this point in the comic.

It took awhile to get the initial kiss to look good because by this point I was still really figuring out how the fuck to do that. I can’t remember if I mentioned it but the kiss in the Vampire Comic is one I actually edited after the fact before the post was scheduled because it looked really weird and pissed me off. Luckily this one doesn’t bother me at all. I remember being super paranoid i made the posing look too sexual, I don’t know what the fuck past me was on about but I’m not here to question I’m here to curse you all with knowledge and funfacts.

On page 15 Junko’s blush and smile are a bit more intense compared to the other panels on this page while she wipes away Mikan’s tears. This is because in future stories by Val it is confirmed a few times that Junko has dacryphilia, meaning she thinks Mikan looks really hot when she’s crying. Yes I’m really working in details from other fics into this comic, you should not be surprised this isn’t even the weirdest thing i’ve put in this whole event.

Peak comedy that I mentioned the question mark with the cross dot earlier and on Page 16 I didn’t do that, immersion broken, back to square one Past Jem!

Junko with no contacts!!! I mentioned during one of the Vampire AU days that while I don’t feature it in that AU alone I like the idea of Junko’s real eye color being red. Something I can never remember whether it’s actually canon or just strongly implied. I think this is the page I put the most amount of effort into, both to make it look well lit, and also to make sure her god damn eyes look as pretty as humanly possible. The end result may or may not be my favorite page of the whole comic? I dunno

I said Mikan’s expressions were hard to draw for this since I wanted to get them just right, she requires a lot more work on the smaller details to make everything feel right. Junko however? Oh no I was thriving by this point, her more lowkey expressions do need a bit more thought and effort, but by this point in the comic I was in my element with her. 

But speaking of expressions, Page 19.

That smile on Mikan in the middle panel took 20 fuckin’ minutes because I had never drawn Mikan looking that happy and I had no fucking idea what I was doing. I did actually edit the page last night (as of the writing of this post), however it wasn’t for the expression. In the original version of the page, Junko looked really fuckin weird in the last panel, like I don’t know how I let that slide but her whole face and neck looked way off. These pages aren’t like, perfect quality but that one was just egregious. Also edited Mikan’s blush in that panel just cause I was already there.

Junko’s surprised face was very fun.

And I think if I were gonna ever redo any page in full for this comic it’d be the last one. I don’t think this one looks bad I just know that I could I could do way better nowadays even if I stuck to just coloring a sketch. Maybe sometime down the line.

And that’s the comic itself! I can’t think of any other fun facts or thoughts on the art itself at this point. Uhhhh, I guess the cover I made last minute for this post is technically a reference to a future day? What does that mean? Oh you’ll fuckin’ see.

So 2 weeks of effort with little feedback and rereading the same scene over and over again, was it worth it?

God yes it was.

When I sent Val the Google Drive folder with the comic I was jittery for hours as if I had too much coffee. I was nervous as shit over whether she would like it or not, since this was when I still was a perpetual nervous wreck with very little self respect who was viewing her as “Coolest Person Ever” rather than “That’s bestie.” I was also nervous because it was the first time I actually asked for a more detailed response rather than just letting her respond in whatever way she wanted.

But when she responded?

I have lived the past several years doing weed, I’ve recently quit (i think by the time this posts it’ll be close to 3 months since I went clean), but that’s besides the point. I’ve had mild highs, crazy highs, bad highs, good highs, sad highs, and highs where I don’t feel anything. 

I severely doubt that any drug or vice on this planet will ever match the feeling of reading that response. I was shaking, I bit my knuckles until it left indents for like a full hour minimum, an adrenaline rush doesn’t even begin to describe what I was experiencing. I rode out the happiness from this moment for an entire week, I worked on comm jobs that would normally leave me feeling aggravated as hell and did so with a smile because I was just that fuckin excited over it. This probably sounds embarrassing as shit but there have been times where I go back to read that response when I just need a pick me up.

I had a fuckin epiphany at that moment. Who fuckin cares?

24 fucking years (25 starting tomorrow) I’ve lived my life as a people pleaser perfectionist with extreme paranoia problems with absolutely no self esteem and a whole wealth of other mental health issues. I would feel like dogshit if I halfassed a comm even if it was a really bad one. My whole goal in life was to make a webcomic that would make EVERYONE happy, be a positive part of their week. I was paranoid about pissing off the wrong people, starting shit, how people perceive me, about what ideas for my comic would be problematic or not. But after this? Who gives a shit?

It ain’t about making People Happy it’s about making Yourself Happy and the People you can reach happy. My goal is still to make a webcomic that people will come across, and look forward to every week as an escape to give them some positive vibes every week, but I ain’t gonna do that if I’m desperately trying to appeal to every single person on the planet while trying to stay as uncontroversial as possible. I wanna make art that makes people happy, and if I make it the way I wanna make it then it will eventually reach the people that it can make happy.

But enough of that shit, the actual big thing that happened because of my complete reassessment of my personal values and entire goal for life is that I fucking finally stopped giving a shit about whether people were gonna throw me in a woodchipper because I shipped Junkan. And it will continue to get funnier and funnier that after all the time I spent scared out of my fuckin’ mind over what people would think, that absolutely fucking nothing happened. It is day 49 at the time of writing this and STILL I have not had anyone give me grief or issues over this whole project, nothing but support and even some new friends over it. You cannot write something funnier than that.

I think if I went back in time and told myself at the beginning of the year that her fears were completely unfounded she would bleed out the eyes and pass out, and I would laugh. I’d laugh so fuckin’ hard.

So yeah, this Comic and the reaction it elicited changed my entire perspective on life and being an artist, I can’t say It’s been perfect or that I haven’t faltered on certain things, but  I think to an extent I have been a lot happier as a result. Is it a little weird that this niche version of a niche ship is now directly tied to a drastic change in my mind? Is it any weirder than the fact that I transitioned into a woman because I binge read like, all of the Tokomaru I possibly could on AO3 and it made me think that wearing a skirt might be cool?

Alright so how’re ya'll holdin up? Drink some water we ain’t done. This is already getting up to 7 pages on the google doc that I prepare these posts on and now I have to like, talk about Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed properly. So bare witness to me trying to figure out how the hell to format talking about what might just be my favorite fic of all time.

But first lemme go reread the entire thing, I know the passage of time doesn’t exist in the context of these text walls but i’ll be back in like, a few hours to a day.

Okay i’m back-

I’m honestly not sure where to start here. Normally with my biggest obsessions I could probably go on lengthy rambles about why I love them so much, but this? I struggle to find a proper place to start, or even how to format this. I don’t want to just give a beat for beat plot synopsis while talking about the things I like, but also how do I talk about something this good otherwise.

So fair warning this might be completely incoherent at points, sorry??

This was not like, the third Junkan fic I ever read despite it being one of the three fics vital to me becoming the inhuman machine of pure Junkan brainrot that I’ve become today. A lot of things are blurred but if I remember right the exact timeline of events was Read a cute Junkan fic which made me think “Wait this ship can be soft and cute???” and then I read Smile by Kayleen, which is funny in hindsight because I really went to tooth rotting fluff to one of the darkest Non-Abusive Junkan fics out there (dark by my standards at least and I think my frame of reference is out of sorts). I think after that I just stopped for awhile, partially because Smile wasn’t finished at the time, partially because I still wasn’t sure how to navigate the Junkan tag to find what I was looking for in the ship.

Smile comes to a thrilling conclusion and I think to myself “maybe this author has more?” which is how I found Kayleen’s series of One-Shots for these two (along with separate three other pieces), I read through those in a day and would continue to check the tag to see if it updated, like, every day.  Eventually after a couple months (possibly way longer), something came over me and I finally started seriously looking over the tag to try and find more Soft Junkan, whether there were others I read before it or not, I honestly can’t remember. 

What I do remember is I came across “The Marvelous Makeover of Mikan Tsumiki” by VanadisValentine. I don’t know how I found that before the fic of today’s subject, if I had to guess I wasn’t reading the tags first on this run through. I was likely reading the name of the fic, and THEN i read the tags to see if it has what I was looking for (I wasn’t a starving animal for the ship by this point so I was a lot more picky with what I was willing to risk my time on). And this fic’s name was slightly more eye catching for me at the time I guess??

Fun fact when I first read this fic I wasn’t even sure if it actually was a shipping piece at first, not until finishing it at least. How? Poor reading comprehension is my only guess lol. Anyway, I finish that, loved it, and made my usual move of checking to see if the author had written anything else like this fic, and oh boy did she. 

This finally brings us to me finally reading “Everything You’ve Ever Dreamed.” Took us fucking long enough.

It was perfect, it was everything. I fucking loved reading it the entire time. It had everything I could have wanted out of this ship without me even realizing what I wanted at the time. The weirdest part that my immediate response after wasn’t to go on an adrenaline fueled binge of the tag like I did for Tokomaru way back when I first got into Danganronpa. The most I did was read the other Junkan fics in Val’s library at the time. Otherwise I just stopped again. 

It was then that I drew the first three days of this event, the original sketches. I kept them a secret between myself and a small few friends, too paranoid to let anyone find out. And things just kinda stayed like that, for awhile. And then sometime in December, of last year I decided to give that same fic another read, and something just kinda, fucking snapped?

I went up and down the Junkan Tag on AO3, reading whatever I could, I was reading stuff I wouldn’t have ever risked reading with variable amounts of success. I only skipped a small handful of fics, including one that we’ll come back to way later in the project. Everything else I was scraping even the smallest crumb of fic to read at times. After that I scoured the tumblr tags, taking in whatever soft art or headcanons that I could, I went to Fanfiction.net, a website I still barely know how to fuckin’ navigate to try and find ANYTHING. I went to Deviantart to try and find any art or fics, no results not helped by the fact that it would include results that were slightly related. And not to sound like a Youtuber with no personality who’s built their career on punching down at whoever they can because otherwise their audience would see they’re a complete shell of a human being, but it being deviantart you can imagine what I was finding more often on that search. 

I even went to Wattpad, and that ones it’s own mini story that I’m saving for Tomorrow because the art for Tomorrow doesn’t have a lot of talking points on it’s own like this one does. But Wattpad had no fuckin results either.

I cannot remember the last time I had ever been this obsessed with a ship, this desperate. So, 100 Days of Junkan began, even if it wasn’t planned to be this big project. All cause of this fic turning a switch in my brain with a hammer.

Hey look we’re talking about the fic again, I told you this was gonna incoherent.

Anyway so the fic is just, perfect? To me at least? Before I had even realized why I liked the ship in the first place it did everything that I love about it at it’s core. It practically set the standard for the ship in my brain, at bare minimum within the context of a Non-Despair AU. And overtime as Val’s continued to write for these two her portrayals of the character are practically just how I view them at this point.

It’s not 1 to 1 but you can likely trace every aspect of how I portray Junko and Mikan whether through art or writing back to Val’s writing, down to even using certain pet names for the characters because of their usage in her work. I’d worry that I’m being way too much, heaping an overbearing amount of praise and respect. But also this fic unintentionally sent me careening into the direction of drawing 150+ Junkan pictures, learning various new skills and techniques as an artist, rekindled my love of writing (despite the horrors of actually having to write), making new friends both in and out of this community including some who I consider close, coping with mental health issues, and then performing this gigantic project at the tail end of the year. So I might actually be underselling this a bit in actuality. And don’t worry when I get to talking about a few other fics later in the project I’ll be doing my best to give equal praise to them as well, it’s just gonna be a bit sdlahfljasdfhas.

I’ve already said it but the fic has everything, at least of the core reasons I love this ship from the non-abusive perspective that this blog has built its foundation on.

To me I love Junkan because it’s two people that could not be anymore different from one another, who arguably should despise one another finding happiness in each other. It adds a new layer of depth to Junko to ponder how someone like her, whether in canon or in a non-despair AU like this could fall in genuine love with a total wreck like Mikan and how that would affect her character. It’s fluffy moments of Mikan getting to be genuinely happy for what might be the first time in her life while Junko showers her with affection. It’s Junko being fucking hilarious while Mikan can barely keep up with her humor and teasing because she’s so flustered. It’s Junko grappling with newfound emotions. It’s Junko and Mikan bringing out the best in each other and inciting positive change through their influence. It’s that perfect blend of hurt/comfort. And so much more beyond that, all contained in this one god damn fic. I might even be forgetting things I like about the ship too, there’s just so much that goes into this!

Obviously this is all specifically in a Non-Despair context, the Evil Girlfriends angle has a myriad of other reasons to enjoy the ship which I’ve become fond of. Especially in some of the parallels it can have with a non-Toxic Yuri angle of things. But that doesn’t really apply for today’s subject and I’m not someone who’s deeply knowledgeable or equipped to sing its praises at the moment. Maybe in the future though?

Is there anything else I can yammer on about with this fic? Uhhhh- Oh. I love how it uses the supporting cast. I think Val has a really excellent grasp on how to write Mukuro and Junko’s dynamic without dipping into the territory of DR3 where it just gets a bit uncomfortable. I think that’s better exemplified in one of her other fics rather than this story, but I still do love Mukuro’s portrayal and role in the story. This was my first time learning who Yasuke was, I hadn’t properly heard of Danganronpa Zero by this point so I was really confused as to who the hell he was. Certainly left a strong impression in the story though. I think Kaede’s sudden appearance and role in the plot progressing towards the stunning climax of Chapter 4 was really good! 

I very often go back to Chapter 1, 4, and 5 whenever I need to go to relax before bed. I’ve reread this fic multiple times as a whole but an absolute fuck ton of times as separated pieces, they’re so god damn soothing on my mind. 

The fact that I haven’t left giant fuckin’ comments on any chapter of that fic is quite frankly one of my deepest sins, but one of these days I’m gonna buckle down and write up on those because they deserve every ounce of praise in my scrawny lil whitegirl body. 

I think I’ve said everything I can for now but even now I feel like I haven’t gotten across how much I love this fic. It genuinely is my favorite fanfiction out there both just for the quality of it’s writing and the comically massive influence it had on my life this year. If you somehow haven’t read it by now, please do, if you like the art I’ve drawn of this ship over the past 60 days I can almost 100% guarantee that you’ll like this story. And read the rest of Val’s fics too! Please! 

As always, Reblogs, Comments, and Little Notes in the Tags are appreciated!~ They always make my day!~

[stepswowdsen]

【Magi】 JuAli Comic Idea (Dialogue Script) 🖤❤️💛

CW: R-15, slightly suggestive

I put my dialogue scripts and rambles under the cut as usual ✌️

Intro

(CW: Sexually suggestive, R-15 implicit warning)

(EDIT: 8/09/2024)

I also added rambles to this in the meantime <3

Had a jumpscare moment cuz I accidentally clicked the Delete button but thankfully didn't click Yes 😭

God I can't delete one of the most based things I've ever written!!!

Also, rereading back JuAli's scenes together in the Kou Empire, it's really so funny how empty Judar's threats and insults towards Alibaba are.

Sure, he tried to kill him before.

He'll get all hissy like a fussy moody cat towards him. But it's not out of genuine hatred.

JuAli are true opposites in terms of their personalities, morals/ideals/world views...

In JuAli's chapters together, I think it's sexy how Judar expressed his frustrations with Alibaba's character, basically, what he perceived as Alibaba's naivety.

Like, Judar is clearly frustrated by Alibaba's whole deal, being unable to understand Alibaba or really get what's going on with him (despite Alibaba being really straightforward as a person)

Especially when he has such a childish personality and black and white morals and worldview of boxing people into Strong vs. Weak.

It's like... At that moment, he (Judar) is not ready to face that.

Alibaba is someone that he clearly sees and perceives as "weak and naive" but also challenges his world views, cuz he just... does not get Alibaba's humble nature, at all.

In the sense of being frustrated by someone's bright (dazzling) radiance.

He understands and recognizes that Alibaba draws others to him, but just can't seem to understand why. It frustrates him how he doesn't get it. And that in itself shows a form of inner curiosity, a desire to know more.

I wanted to convey that feeling in my own dialogue scripts.

Judar's insults… They don't hold true weight.

Like the insults he throws are so empty.

It's so funny like he (Judar) says it with his whole chest.

...

I can't hide the image like you can on Discord with spoiler marks. So here you go!

I really love them so much... That's why I wanna draw and write for them more.

Recently revamped a JuAli dialogue script idea I had. Judar and Alibaba kiss with banter ❤️ 💛 I added more to it. I last updated it in December, so I might as well post it again since I added some new lines.

It's just them kissing but just gonna put a warning cuz it's kinda suggestive/sexually implicit though.

Yeah I think my moots know why I mainly post rambles on Insta and Tumblr, it's cuz I usually do long rambles for character thoughts + analysis, and Twitter's character limit is super annoying for that. I tend to post discussions cuz my friends have insightful things to say (and I feel like it flows more naturally in convo format than just to summarize what they said)

I need to talk more about my Magi faves on here (I miss them) because I had many thoughts while reading, so I just roughly drafted ideas right now. I need to write my character/ship ideas down before I forget.

JuAli core ship posts

Rambles

Anyways I made the 1st image's meme edit myself <33

JuAli with tan Alibaba so true~~

Me: I wanna say this tweet is JuAli but none of them would talk like that. They would so do this though

C: No this is literally Judar he just words it differently lmao

Me: YEAH HE'D JUST WORD IT DIFFERENTLY LMAOOO

C: YEA

Friend: PLEASE POST THIS PUBLICALLY SEN OMFG

Me: I'll consider it... Tbh I want it to be in drawn form if I post it publically. I could post the meme along with my arts in the future

The inspo for this idea

Me: It's based off this tweet LMFAO

Seeing this made me go like "Oh that makes me want to write dialogue now." Oh yeah I can draft some Judar stuff then. Then I wrote some ideas based on that tweet.

C: Omg

R: 😭 THIS MEME IS ALWAYS FUNNY

Me: Thinking about this again so I wrote a thing kinda based off it

JuAli but warning cuz it's kinda suggestive/implicit though

C: VALID

LMAO THIS IS PERFECT

Completely in-character for Judar

Me: THE WAY I'M IMAGINING IT IS SO. SPICY. NOW KISS!!!

C: VALID VALID!!

I imagine Judar wears something VERY similar to this hanfu (that I bought because it has Judar colours)

Me: I actually originally wrote Judar's last line as "Show me the kind of spark that charmed Hakuryuu so much." Because Judar makes a note in Ch. 266 that Hakuryuu is charmed by Alibaba in the fan-TL :) And also the official EN TL by Viz. They still keep it (whews) but remove the 1st mention of it, "What about Alibaba charmed Hakuryuu…"

But I don't tend to reference other ships in my ship stuff since I usually focus on ships solo. Like in my AU stuff, I tend to focus on just the ship/characters itself. Like I would rather deal with my multiships in their own separate AUs, since it’s easier for me to work with. I do love AliHaku though. But I liked that line so I still tried to include it though. NGNGNNG.

C: OOOH I SEE…. Valid as heck. It's a good one

My fave ship tropes <33

JuAli's "Love-Hate" relationship is soooo interesting to me <33 They're so sen-core.

Obviously they're more complicated than that but "Love-Hate" is just to simplify it

They're Enemies to Lovers too, but very different from LimGuda (Douman/Ritsuka) obviously. But they share most of the Sen-core ship tropes I love. I think JuAli has HoroRen (SK) kinda~ish vibes.

Like y'know. Yin/Yang. Light/Darkness. Protagonist/Antagonist. Angel/Devil. Enemies to Lovers. And then JuAli also has Fire/Ice going on with them. Sen-core meow meow mf/ship strikes again. I really adore JuAli and AliHaku, heehee. It's very typical Sen-ship trope core with their Sun/Moon/Eclipse symbolism going on.

My most favourite ships are usually Opposites Attract (the good kind). There are bad Opposites Attract ships out there obviously (charas who just bicker and literally nothing else). I'm just built different though. JuAli and HoroRen just fall into my kind of rather rough and violent end of Opposites Attract ships. Twink on twink violence is their love language /lh

I love Opposites Attract ships that are also combined with any of these tropes: Narrative parallelism (Yin/Yang, Light/Darkness, Sun/Moon tropes), Protagonist x Rival/Antagonist/Opposing Figure, Apoptosis, Reconciliation of Opposites, Fated Enemies/Rivals, etc.

JuAli rambles continued

Me: For JuAli, I feel like at first, Judar hates Alibaba with so much love. Like when you hate someone so much it’s love. And Judar would just constantly be like "I really don't get this guy at all" and "I don't understand what he's thinking at all!"

Tsundere catboy badboy is verbally harsh (violently tsun) and demands around verbally a LOT, like a needy cat that wants attention and affection.

I feel like in the early stages of them catching feelies they’d both be really awkward around each other and constantly headbutt each other… They'd always be pretty competitive with each other, like “Casual sex implies the existence of ranked competitive sex” vibes (LMAO) but they'd warm up to each other over time.

I'm busy so Idk when I'll sketch this all out but it was based off this idea I had in my head.

Judar is mostly verbally harsh (violently tsun) and demands around verbally, like a needy cat that wants attention and affection. And both of them are really awkward around each other. They'd always be pretty competitive with each other but they'd warm up over time.

Sen-core fave ship tropes:

Meow meow mf x ball of sunshine, morally questionable/morally bankrupt x morally agreeable, freak x freak who freaks them out (human that tames them), etc.

Because LimGuda, IdaTatsu, XanLena, and JuAli are all "Freak x human/freak who freaks them out/tames them"

LMAO

Freak x normie where the normie/more normal S/O has the freak ™️ on a leash

Re: My Writing Ideas

Me: I don't really post my writing ideas on main cuz my dialogue scripts are more like guidelines for me to practice writing dialogue for comics, and also to help me remember my art ideas. I write down my ideas so that I don't forget them (cuz they come to me spontaneously during the day), and also so that I can hopefully turn them into comics one day 🙏

My mutuals/friends can read them though! I post them because I'm not sure when I'll get the chance to turn my ideas into art form, and because I think the dialogue scripts are interesting to read.

Also me doing this still technically counts as a form of art. Even if they're written almost like play format, it's still a form of creative writing

I've definitely gotten sm better at it like I've been refining the way I write Idate's dialogue (and other WATGBS AU charas) over time

Because when I write these scenario ideas down, I think in terms of visuals. When the ideas come to my head, I imagine and see them all visually in my head. I'm a much more visual person, so I see things through visuals, and then try to turn them into words.

I think I first started critically engaging with and analyzing media at 18 (which is a good thing, because art is a form of expression and social commentary). I think I only really got good at doing media analysis at 18+ and it refined even more at 19 - 21+

It used to be so hard for me to put my thoughts into words, but I got much better at it through practice (by doing all the thought rambles)

But I'm literally so much better at analytical writing (ie. Series and character analysis, meta) than creative writing (ie. Novel and fanfic writing), so that's why I only do dialogue scripts. It'd be interesting to try and take up fanfic writing in the future though... But it definitely won't be soon, so I'll stick to my main creative form (drawing) for now

[lawlietscaramels]

I read your last post (and all the previous ones), but I haven’t had the energy to comment on it lately. I’m a bit drowsy rn but I would like to chat about headcanons and such.

See, I’ve always been a person who tries to adhere to canon as much as possible in my own writing/art/etc. I try not to stray too far for fear of misinterpreting the characters or misrepresenting them.

But then I entered the death note fandom. You’re totally right with comparing the different canons to multiverses with their own rulesets. There’s so much out there to read, watch, etc. And everyone has different opinions on what’s “more” canon. I would take it one step further and say that anyone’s perception of the story is going to be slightly different from another’s, because that’s how we see things. And people in fandom make art and such based on their perceptions of the characters, which often includes projecting headcanons onto them. For better or worse.

Tbh, I dunno if I really got the idea of a “comfort character” until L and Near. There’s just so much about them that I relate to, especially Near. I may never solve a serial murder case, but I do solve problems by sitting on the floor and playing with toys. I find myself staring dead-eyed at people or at screens when I’m thinking. My point is that I find comfort in these characters, and wonder what they might do if scared, or stressed, or alone. Naturally, headcanons arise, based on my interpretation and my outlook on the world. The important thing is, I’m not Ohba or Obata. If I write these characters, I’m naturally going to insert little pieces of myself in the characters, whether I know it or not. And so will you, and anyone who writes them.

When you wrote your headcanons about L vs Ryuzaki, I found myself nodding along because I related to those. As a neurodivergent person myself, I sometimes feel like I subconsciously act differently in the presence of others out of a need to keep an “image” that others have built of me, even if it’s not entirely positive. That’s how I interpreted your post about L. I understand, however, why the other anon interpreted the post as ableist. Maybe it came off as you “explaining away” L’s habits, like some attempt to make the character more “palatable”. I don’t wanna put words in your or the anon’s mouths though, so I’m not gonna speculate.

I guess I just wanted to write this to say- it’s okay that you have headcanons and I promise you, I love reading them! Sometimes people interpret them poorly, and sometimes we need to reflect on why we have the headcanons we do about characters. I really do think you had good intentions though.

I’m not sure how to wrap this up, but I genuinely hope you’re doing well, Lei. Feel free to delete this ask after you’ve read it, if you like. I just thought I’d try to give an opinion.

-🎲 (I hope this ask is coherent and tumblr doesn’t eat it.)

I wanna share this because you genuinely just made my day, 🎲 anon. and also to elaborate more. So, anyone with doubts on my intentions, please read.

I did admit and I will say again that I did not approach L vs Ryuzaki in the best way and I did not think it through. But my intention was NOT to explain L's traits away and make them more "palatable." I didn't realise I needed to include this in the description of the original post, but I love him so much for his "weirdness" and being "unpalatable" because that's what society calls me when I don't mask. Like L, I sit in weird ways, and speak in monotone, and I play a lot with mouth and fingers, and I dead stare at people and I just. I see a lot of myself in him.

And the things that I've always felt bad about myself I love seeing in/headcanoning on L. To share a personal story, I stare at people without blinking for several minutes, and when I was entering my teen years I got called rude, weird and creepy for it - and around that time I watched Death Note and I immediately clicked with L (for many reasons but that's the one I can give a specific example why for). I went "L stares like me, and people call him weird, but I can see he's not bad, he's really cool - maybe I'm not bad either".

That got into a bit of a rant sorry 😭 again. obviously I didn't intend to hurt anyone. but again, I did not approach it in the best way. I should also say, because I didn't address it properly in my original answer: I wasn't trying to elaborate on the Ryuzaki theory. I was trying to share my own headcanons on how L expresses MORE of himself, NOT a completely different self, when alone.

I do think he sleeps at least once a day (if only for a short time). I do think he eats things other than sweets (especially steak. I throw my anemia onto him and with it comes STRONG cravings for rare meat). I do think he sits in ADDITIONAL ways to the 40% smarter. but I DON'T think that those traits are all 100% fake completely for show.

anyway. again. seeing this made me feel better. I'm not sure if the anon who sent the ableist thing was a follower, but it's nice to know that people I've been interacting with can tell I didn't have malicious intent. I felt pretty down after getting it, I felt so bad about writing something that could be interpreted like that - maybe that could only be interpreted like that - and I kind of avoided Tumblr a bit after. even posting of a and b or any of my recent "lei chats," I've felt so anxious that I'm going to be misinterpreted. It's the worst feeling. In real life people assume I'm being rude/malicious all the time when I'm being genuine/don't have that intent. Online, in the most part, I found a space where people assume the opposite. So it hurt.

AGAIN I RANTED AND IT GOT A BIT PERSONAL I'M SO SORRY. but thank you very much 🎲 anon. you made me smile <3

[loartacc]

This is a random ass long rant not really meant to be reblogged so im not tagging it for any fandoms or anything. This is a precursor post, I will eventually be making a coherent post about this later with my own images and more coherent talking points.

This is a rant using limited evidence and so far, limited research. Take what's thrown into this mess with a grain of salt, because its 3:50 am and I've run out of brainpower to think about this for now. If I could make this a post where you had to click to expand/read more I would but i'm on mobile and don't know how, so we suffer together sorry.

Onto the mess!

The issue with only reading todds books in the dragonriders of pern series does mean that i've missed out on a couple key points for the riding details. Apparently the riding straps were described, however when i looked at them honestly the harnes shown on the rider was mainly just a belt with four connecting tethers to the dragon's straps.

I feel as if that wouldnt be secure enough, and would likely be very rough on the rider to just be tethered to your dragon around the waist lol. I definitely want to draw some strap idea's, especially since some sites use saddles while Anne never wrote in the books if there were saddles or not (and one site said she was against them while another never mentioned the saddles at all.)

Here is the image in question with the straps:

From the Dragonlovers guide to Pern by Jody Lynn Nye.

I've seen multiple people reference this book specfically when talking about the riding straps.

However this cover shows a very different idea to the way someone would sit on a dragon than that (with an actual saddle being included. However I have not read this book so unsure if this is something that should be relied on.)

These saddles seem unlikely for fighting thread with the taller backs, since I imagine it wouldnt be incredibly comfortable.

The following covers also show saddles and different strap ideas

These images both show saddles and the first even shows possibly a red harness? Again! Havent read those books so unknown context for me.

However one of Todds books shows the no saddle idea, but very oddly???

Sky dragons!!! With an assumed Xhinna!!! With what appears to be possibly a tether on either side??? And a single strap for the dragon himself??? That is definitely not fuckin secure.

Obviously expecting variation since im assuming these are in different time periods (atleast i know the anne and todd pnes are)

Also why is the blue dragons front legs so fuckin itty bitty?

I will forever be wondering about this and I will be drawing out all of my ideas for it soon. I definitely want to explore the ideas of harnesses (it makes sense to have more ways to secure yourself than just around your waist!!!) And straps for the riders legs specfically. I also wanna sketch out some saddle ideas? Or strap ideas for the dragon itself. I've been thinking about this forever and honestly yeah.

Saddle vs straps is a good arguement where the dragon is concerned. No matter what, straps are involved. However it would likely be safer and more comfortable for the rider to have a saddle. I'm assuming some of it lies in the dragons own personal preferences, and in hoe much time they have before a threadfall or flight. Saddle would also likely be safer (and give easy to reach access to firestone bags if made right since they could be hung along the edges of a saddle, meaning plenty of space for ammo during a lomg threadfall.)

Also how would multiple people ride a dragon with the straps shown? Obviously its possible, just interesting to think about the setup.

Sorry if theres any repeated points or anything! It is, very late. Also sorry for grammar and misspellings (however, on this blog you should be very very used to both of those.)

Also site i got the dragonlovers guide to pern image from!

[404pagehasbeenfound]

Michelle's Page 📓

Hello everyone, the old page of the day is Michelle's Page from... well, I couldn't figure out when it was created, but the last time it was modified was 2000 and it is hosted in Athens the part of geocities that talked about education, literature, poetry and philosophy.

On her pages there is music playing in the background, which in the past when we made blogs, websites and pages, it was very common to put a player with a playlist or just a song playing in a loop for any visitor who entered the blog. This also happened on the old blogs we did here on Tumblr.

And also if you click on "Michelle", a picture of her appears but I won't show it here because the Internet at that time was totally different from today to the point where it was super safe and normal to show a picture of you, your children, your family to who entered the page and that could be anyone. I don't know if Michelle is okay with this photo nowadays and I don't even know if she's alive.

One of the things about working with this nostalgic content is that it can also be content from someone who is no longer with us, so in any case we need to respect the identity of that person or anyone else that I show you, so I'm not going to show these photos that appear in these ancient pages.

A fun fact about me is that I love this mystery that these old internet people have. What is their story, if they are alive as they are today or not, how they lived their lives and so on. In this page there is no music playing.

No links are working so no fun? 😔

Let's see her poetry. I know it's hard to read because of the color of the letters and the background image on the page, so let me help you. Also in this page there is no music playing.

The first poem in this list is named The Journey from February 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Stairway to Heaven.

Next poem is named The Delta from March 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Captain of my Heart.

Next poem is named Seasons in a Day from April 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of I'm on Fire.

Next poem is named Hummingbird Time from April 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Daydream Believer.

Next poem is named Diamond in the Rough from April 1997, and is one of my favorities. In this page is playing a instrumental version of What's Forever For.

Next poem is named Whispers from April 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of It's Only Words.

Next poem is named The Writing on the Wall from May 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Sweet Dreams.

Next poem is named Simple Questions from November 1992. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Ain't no Sunshine.

Next poem is named Full Circle from January 1993. In this page is playing a instrumental version of I Started a Joke.

Next poem is named Sleeping Bear from May 1997. In this page is playing a instrumental version of Tears in Heaven.

Next poem is named My Cross to Bear from September 1997, which is also one of my favorites. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named The Deed from September 1997. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named The Sands of Time from October 1997. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named A Rose in The Tundra from December 1997. In this page there is no music playing.

Next poem is named Sometimes from February 27, 1998... and is the last poem in the page. In this page there is no music playing.

Well, I only have these poems but it seems to me that Michelle is/was a sweet person and i would love to know if she wrote more poems besides these. Thank you Michelle for share your art 😊❤. If someone wanna visit this site, here it is the link: https://geocities.restorativland.org/Athens/1472/index.html

~ The Archeologist

[monriatitans]

Finished A Book! Mini-Review

Monday, November 18, 2024

"SPEND WELL, LIVE RICH: How to Get What You Want with the Money You Have" by Michelle Singletary

This mini-review bounces off the post "How the 'Hundred-Dollar Holiday' changed my perspective on gift-giving." I wasn't finished with the book when I wrote it, but the "Hundred-Dollar Holiday" was something I had to stop and discuss with my partner. And it turned out to be one of the most important money discussions we ever had. Now that I've finished, I've concluded EVERYONE needs to read this book! A LOT of the statistics are outdated, but, if you compare them to today, they're still trending how they're shown in the book. And they still prove her points. I grabbed this book due to my being ADHD and having issues with impulsive spending. I'd like to say "in the past", but there are times I've put money on a Kickstarter project, went, "The fuck are you doing? You're unemployed and need to save the unemployment money!" and then cancelled the pledge. Or I'll see an ad on social media and go, "Oooo!... Wait..." While there was no set of instructions on how to curb impulse spending, the book didn't need it. Questions were asked instead. It, basically, boiled down to, "What are your financial goals?"

My partner is worried we'll be working into our 70s; we don't want that. We want to be living in a house, so we can adopt kids. We need to be saving for the kids' education. I don't want to worry about money my entire life. I want to have enough money to have fun guilt-free. These are needs and wants. 10/10

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About the Author

MICHELLE SINGLETARY's Washington Post column, "The Color of Money," is syndicated in more than 100 newspapers across the country. She is a frequent contributor to NPR. She has appeared on NBC, ABC, CBS, CNN, Nightline, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The View, and The Dianne Rehm Show. She has also advised National Football League rookies on personal finance. Singletary is a graduate of the University of Maryland and has a master's in business from the Johns Hopkins University. Singletary has covered business and personal finance, first for the Baltimore Evening Sun and then for The Washington Post. She lives in Maryland with her husband and three children. www.michellesingletary.com

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I finished a book listed on the Current TBR Tower, under Library Haul! This is a "mini-review" because it has to fit the 2,000-character space of an Instagram post, including the tags. Interested in the book? Snag it real quick here! For more about me, click here! My videos are available on Twitch, YouTube, The Titans' Discord, Steam, Rumble, and Odysee! The images were made in Canva; check it out at the [referral] link here! Like what you see and wanna when there's more? Click here to subscribe for updates and/or hit the Follow button! Enjoy what I do? Please consider supporting via Buy Me a Coffee! The images were made in Canva; check it out at the [referral] link here!

To provide educational material for game designers and artists, and some fun reads, I created a bookshop, powered by Bookshop.org, the Rendezvous Point (RP)! Check it out here!

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[window-to-the-void]

how do i install linux i have windows 11 and it sucks

step 0 is picking a distro that fits your needs. i wrote a post about that earlier. if you don't feel like reading that/if it's too overwhelming: use fedora workstation if you like macOS, use fedora kde if you like windows, and use pop!_os if you have an nvidia gpu.

step 1 is backing up your data. if you have anything important on your computer you should 100000% back it up since if you click the wrong buttons it's very easy to delete everything.

step 1a is deciding if you wanna dual boot or just remove windows entirely. i dual booted for a while before i realized i hadn't booted into windows in weeks and just deleted it. if you wanna dual boot you have to shrink your windows partition before installing linux to free up space, here's a post i made where i talked about that more.

step 2: download the ISO image of the distro you picked and write it to a flash drive using a tool like balenaEtcher (this will erase the flash drive so back that up too if there's important stuff on it)

step 3: boot off the flash drive. this depends on your computer/motherboard but basically you have to enter the bios and change the boot order to boot from a flash drive first OR you can set it to boot from a flash drive temporarily if you're motherboard has a menu for that. usually you get to the bios by spamming delete, f1, or f12 on boot. you might also wanna check if secure boot is enabled since that prevent you from booting other OSes, make sure you disable it. (if you're worried about security you can set up secure boot in linux but you have to install the OS without it) it's probably on if you installed windows 11 since iirc windows requires it to install now (but it should still boot with secure boot off).

step 4: install linux! this is usually pretty straightforward, just follow the steps in the installer.

[xitty]

What a coincidence you wrote about this now, a new Finnish translation of Faust was just released and I got my library hold today. So now I'm keen to do some comparison.

There are now four translations in Finnish, 1884, 1916, 1936 and 2023. I have only the oldest and the newest with me right now (but my library system has the others too). I'm putting this under a cut because it's long. :'D Click if you like to read me ramble about Finnish and translations. If nothing else, you might wanna read about the 1884 translation because it makes a very interesting choice, especially if you look it through wataei lenses. ;D

Before I jump to translations, about Wataru leading Eichi to ruin, yes, I think as in "love is ruin". The way Eichi has seen it as weakness and something to exploit in others, only to get offered such a sweet deal of love he's willing to take it even though he now has the same weakness. He may be "ruined" but with what a payoff.

Anyway, on to the Faust:

The 1884 sounds obviously old-fashioned and is such a curious mix of things that are considered spoken language today and very old time poetic feel. And it's translated in meter so it probably has to adapt a lot in many places. Not so much in this passage though. And I must say, the line sounds lovely because it uses "armahin" which is literally "my dearest, my most beloved". The word has nothing to do with beauty and everything to do with love. The second verse is trickier to translate but it uses the word "haluta" (to want, to desire) but in very old-fashioned way. Literally it's "I desire to throw myself to ruin". This is very passionate translation but for Finns today it also can sound sometimes difficult and too bombastic.

Jos koskaan lausun tuokiolle: "Oi, viivy vielä, armahin!" Takoa saat mun kahleisin, Halusti heityn turmiolle! (transl. Kaarlo Forsman)

If I ever to the moment state: "Oh, stay yet, beloved!" you may forge chains for me, I will gladly give myself to ruin!

Then the latest translation. It's much more readable overall, for example, it uses regular word order more instead of switching it up like the old one. And it's free verse. But it does retain a poetic feel, in a different way. People may grow attached to certain translation (I have my fave Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass) and more modern one is hard to accept but this one doesn't look bad really. But in this passage it does a thing that is more literal to German but worse choice in Finnish in my opinion: it uses "silmänräpäys" which means a blink of an eye instead of "tuokio" or "hetki" which mean a moment. But I like the second verse a lot, it uses "toivo" which means "hope" (noun). It has positive, earnest connotations: that you believe in chance of something good. It's really clever translation! Like Faust looks it as salvation.

Jos koskaan sanon silmänräpäykselle: "Viivy! olethan niin kaunis!" pistä minut heti kahleisiin silloin toivoni on tuho! (transl. Lauri Sipari)

If I ever say to the moment: "Stay! For you are so beautiful!" readily chain me for then my hope is ruin!

I put "beautiful" there instead of fair because I think it'd fit the modern version better. Because I tried to keep the feel of Finnish, I used "chain" instead of "bond" and "bind" because "kahle" gives very specific image of metal chains and shackles (and the old one uses "takoa" which means "forge").

The new translation is more economic in its usage of words but it might be closer to original in places because it doesn't need worry about rhymes etc.?

I looked up a couple of different English translations in public domain besides one mentioned by op for comparison:

This one conjures an image Faust is gonna have balloons and party poppers as he goes:

When to the moment I shall say, Stay, thou art so lovely, stay! Then with thy fetters bind me round, Then perish I with cheerful glee! (transl. John Stuart Blackie)

This one I don't like at all, despair? It's like the opposite of the 2023 Finnish translation!

Whenever to the passing hour I cry: O stay! thou art so fair! To chain me down I give thee power To the black bottom of despair! (transl. Charles T. Brookes)

I will look for the other two Finnish translations and report back, even if no one else is interested, because I am.

There really could never have been a better phrase for sanctuary then "linger a while thou art so fair!" it encapsulates Wataei so well oh it fits like a house on fire. And it really hits different when you understand the original german because every english translation I have seen translates it like "When I say to the moment flying / Linger a while thou art so fair / then bind me in thy bonds undying / and my final ruin I shall bear!" and that just really doesn't hit the same as "Werd ich zum Augenblicke sagen / "Verweile doch! Du bist so schön" / Dann magst du mich in Fesseln schlagen / Dann will ich gern zugrunde gehn!" It just really doesn't have the same vigor to it there's something missing especially in the last line the rest is fine actually but "and my final ruin I shall bear" sounds so resigned so accepting but in a sober way like it's a consequence to those actions it's so matter-of-factly and I think the "gern" just makes a lot of difference there because the german original has more passion behind it it's the same accepting of consequence but it's different and the verse before that too "dann magst du mich" feels like it's giving explicit permission it doesn't sound as sober as the english either it's. I really can't explain it. but it fits wataei so well because Eichi would also be fully on board with letting Wataru lead him into ruin oh and it is so good

[liberty-barnes]

Ryan Reynolds and (Y/N) Lively-Reynolds Answer The Internet

Part 2 of the (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds series

Ryan Reynolds & Singer/Actress!Lively-Reynolds!Reader

Summary: Ryan and the Reader go on Heatworld to answer Twitter’s burning questions. It goes about as well as you can imagine it.

Warnings: just fluff, crack, and a fair bit of sex talk cause, well, it's the internet.

Word Count: 1.7k words

Estimated Reading Time: 7 minutes

A/N: *sighs defeatedly* Against my better judgement, I turned this into a series. Fortunately, unlike TJS, this series will be updated only whenever I have ideas or you guys are sending in requests (only interviews are allowed, guys, don’t forget) so at least I won’t be too pressured. That said, enjoy!

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Click.

The image opens up to Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds sitting side by side in front of a blue background. Ryan is holding a piece of paper.

“I wonder if (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds knows that her dad is every straight man’s gay dream?”

Ryan starts laughing, while (Y/n) looks visibly put off.

Cut.

Happy music comes on. Over a purple and blue background stands a computer with a still of (Y/n) and Ryan from the interview. The words ‘ANSWERING THE INTERNET’ are written in white, followed by ‘... with Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds’ in black. The Twitter logo is at the bottom-left corner of the image.

Cut.

Ryan Reynolds and (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds are standing in front of a blue background once again.

“Hello, peasants.”

“We’re Blake Lively’s pet humans and we’ll be answering your Twitter questions.”

(Y/n) laughed maniacally while Ryan rummaged through the purple glitter box.

“No one to save you now! Should have thought twice about putting these on the internet!”

“And kids, this is what we call being a dumbass. Because while the people who posted it wrote somewhat awkward things, nothing’s more awkward than having to read them about you. (Y/n), apparently, forgot about that.”

(Y/n) waved her hand nonchalantly.

“Oh, please. It can’t be that awkward. So! First question!”

Ryan took a piece of paper out of the box and unfolded it carefully.

“First question, from Kenzie, AKA @/ynsunreleasedsongs…”

He turned towards (Y/n).

“I’m still bummed about that, by the way, I have songs stuck in my head that I can’t listen to cause there’s no audio trace of them so the least you could do is record them so I don’t just have ‘and isn’t it strange how you accidentally hurt me more than you purposely love me?’ stuck in my head with no means of getting it out.”

(Y/n) pouts at him.

“Aw, but I enjoy watching you suffer. Now read the question.”

“Kenzie asks, I just wanna know if (Y/n)’s okay. Did she sleep well? Has she been eating properly? And getting enough water?”

(Y/n) furrowed her brows at the camera.

“I get that one all the time too! Like, I’m fine, guys, why does everyone think I can’t take care of myself?”

Ryan raised a brow.

“You go full days without eating when not reminded to, I’m pretty sure the most you’ve slept this past week was five hours cause you quite literally passed out on your bed, and water doesn’t even exist in your world.”

(Y/n) pushes Ryan off the chair and onto the floor. A loud thunk is heard, followed by a cry of pain.

“Serves you well. Also, water does exist in my world! I need it to make tea.”

Cut.

Ryan is back on the chair, and (Y/n)’s rummaging around for a piece of paper.

“Hold on, I’m trying to get a good one… This one! I bet this one’s good.”

She unfolds it and clears her throat.

“@/BenjaminLeigh, AKA Ben(T)Leigh…”

Ryan snorted.

“That’s a funny one!”

(Y/n) nodded.

“So, Ben asks @/vancityreynolds could you please do your best to get into a horrible and disfiguring accident so you lose your charm and my wife stops putting me in second place?”

Ryan tilted his head curiously.

“Um-”

“I can help with the accident part!”

“I’d… rather you didn’t. And anyway, my charm doesn’t come from my stunning good looks, although they do play a part in other things.”

He winked at the camera and (Y/n) pretended to gag.

“So, I guess there’s nothing we can do, pal. Don’t worry, silver’s cool too.”

Cut.

“You guys didn’t put any raunchy ones here, right? I don’t wanna read that about my daughter, the thought of her going past hand-holding gives me nightmares.”

(Y/n) laughed and took another paper, unfolding it immediately.

“Orion, cool name, by the way, AKA @/steppingstonesholland says Sometimes I wonder if perfection exists, but then I look at (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds and I’m positive it does. Awww, that’s so sweet.”

Ryan nods.

“There you go. Keep the sweet ones coming.”

She looked at him.

“I don’t understand why you’re so touchy, literally fifty percent of your speech pattern contains some sort of innuendo.”

“Yes, but it’s okay when I do it, just not when you do it, or when someone says something sexual about you. In my eyes, you’re still my little kid, and I don’t want my little kid to be off getting STDs.”

She rested her head on his shoulder.

“That was actually kinda sweet.”

He kissed the crown of her head and pulled another paper. (Y/n) sat back up.

“So, Haven, AKA @/steponmeryan, at least buy me dinner first, asks Does (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds know that her dad is every straight man’s gay dream?”

Ryan starts laughing, while (Y/n) looks visibly put off.

“I don’t know what I’m more disturbed by, the handle, the message, or the image that either of those is putting in my brain.”

Ryan laughs some more.

Cut.

“Are you feeling better?”

(Y/n) keeps drinking the water she acquired off-scene.

“No, but the show must go on.”

“Alright then, Skylar, AKA, @/skylovesyn asks Okay but real question now: to which demon do I have to sell my soul in order to meet (Y/n)? Me. I’m the demon. But I don’t deal in souls, I only take credit or pictures of Hugh Jackman’s underwear collection”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know. I suppose it’s all luck or money, really. But hey, I can do this!”

She pulls out her phone from her pocket, looks at the paper, taps on her screen a few times and locks it again.

“You just got a follow and a DM from me, do make sure to answer it cause I’d be very disappointed otherwise.”

The pride can be seen clear as day on Ryan’s face.

Cut.

“Cassie, AKA @/evermoresupremacy- You know what, that is a really good album, and Tay has a tendency to ignore its existence, much to my displeasure! But anyway, Cassie asks I wonder what the Lively-Reynolds’ fam’s favourite Taylor Swift song is and if they sing along to it at home.”

Ryan nods.

“Good question, I approve. Blake’s is You Are In Love cause she’s sweet like that, the kids are still just as obsessed with hearing their names in the song as when it just came out, so they’re avid Betty supporters. I like Look What You Make Me Do cause it allows for a dramatic performance.”

(Y/n) laughs.

“And you’re nothing if not dramatic! As for me, I’ve been screaming along to the ten-minute version of All Too Well since she first sent it to me, so I’d say that one. Get ready for Red (Taylor’s Version) cause it’s gonna be awesome!”

Cut.

“Ash, aka @/yn_my_beloved asks @/vancityreynolds spill the tea, kind sir, what’s the most embarrassing this (Y/n)’s done? Ooh, this is a good one!”

(Y/n) groans while Ryan looks positively delighted.

“It’d have to be when she was seventeen and I took her on the set of Deadpool, and for information, this was when (Y/n) was just starting to figure out that she’s very much not straight.”

(Y/n) groans louder.

“So I introduce her to Morena, who plays Vanessa in the film, and is objectively gorgeous. And this little gay disaster just starts stuttering out an introduction that somehow ends with ‘oh my god, you’re so pretty, you could choke me and I’d thank you’. To her face. After which she blushed, turned around, walked into a wall, and ran to my trailer.”

“I still can’t look her in the eyes.”

Ryan laughs.

“I know! That’s what makes this even better!”

Cut.

(Y/n) grabs one of the papers.

“Zeph, aka @/ryanfuckmereynolds asks How can I politely ask Ryan Reynolds to plow me through a wall? Um, not through my voice, for one.”

“Blake’s the one that does the plowing anyway.”

“Oh my God, Dad!”

Cut.

“Alright, last one! Ella, aka @/ynslastbraincell, oh, so that’s where it went! Thanks for getting back to me! Ella says I can’t believe (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds is real. That girl can act, sing, model, she’s kind, adorable, smart, and absolutely fucking hilarious… Thanks, I try. Can you leave some talent for the rest of us, please? Uh, well, I’ll try to suck a bit more, I guess.”

Ryan wrinkles his nose in disgust.

“Please try not to suck at all.”

“I’m not gonna dignify that with a response. But anyway, that was me and my idiot of a dad answering the internet! Hope you all enjoyed it!”

“Don’t forget to watch Red Notice on Netflix, coming out November 12th, and stream (Y/n)’s debut album Stepping Stones, out now on all platforms.”

“Bye!”

End of video.

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yn_my_beloved: so if i break into hugh jackman’s house and take pictures of his underwear drawer i get to meet (Y/n)? better clear my schedule

tomynschild: the way she tried not to smile when she read “steppingstonesholland”!!! i need them to confirm their relationship already!!!

slutforreynolds: ryan looks positively scrumptious in this interview

deadpoolsleftsword: i too would lose all my cool when faced with Morena Baccarin, you’re not alone in this

thereynoldsfamownsme: YES RYAN! CALL HER OUT ON NOT RELEASING THE FULL VERSION OF THAT SONG, THAT PART’S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD SINCE THAT LIVE SHE DID THREE WEEKS AGO

skylovesyn: it was an awesome conversation, btw, we talked about what the best kind of candy is, she’s such a sweetheart!

(Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔ reply to skylovesyn: I still think Twix is better than Snickers, sorry not sorry.

skylovesyn reply to (Y/n) Lively-Reynolds ✔: and as much as i love you, i still think you’re wrong.

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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

I wrote this per my post on 4/20, “Chris Evans rolling a blunt on my ass and shotgunning me all night long.” 

warnings: SMUT. 18+ only. RPF. Getting high with CE. Drug use in a public setting. Shotgunning. Grinding. Slight Exhibitionism. Dirty Talk.

word count: 1,001

author’s note: why can’t I experience this? 🥺

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The hum from the party coursed through your body as you weaved through the crowd of people to the relatively private VIP section of the club. The thin curtain surrounding the leather sectional wasn’t enough to dull the noise but it gave you and Chris some privacy.

As you slinked through the sheer curtain you noticed Chris bumping fists with a man you’d never seen before. Chris shined his dazzling smile your way as the man made his exit to leave you both in peace.

You sunk down into the soft cushion with curiosity. “What’re you up too?”

He tilted his head with a sly grin and held up a small bag filled with pot. Your eyes lit up and you squealed, it’d been too long since you last got high with him.

“Roll over for me, Darlin’.” He said, shifting on the couch so you could lay over his lap.

Large hands dragged your skirt up slowly, teasing you until your thong clad ass was on display and landed a smack to your plump behind. “God damn, this ass is fuckin’ perfect.”

You sucked in a sharp breath; your pussy clenching hard. “Chris, is this a good idea? You know how horny we both get when we smoke.” You stated, while looking over your shoulder with concern. Chris didn’t seem bothered as he laid the blunt wrap on your bum and proceeded to grind up the weed.

He worked diligently, smoothing out the drug and rolling it with precision in record time. “Best way to roll a blunt ever, I swear.” You knew he was done when he nipped at your sensitive skin, leaving tiny indents on your ass before helping you kneel over his lap. “C’mere, Sweetheart.”

You watched as he held the thick blunt between his full lips and flicked a lighter to ignite in his right hand. Holding the flame over the tip he sucked in a deep breath and held it, letting the drug take effect. He closed his eyes and his body seemed to sag momentarily until his wild eyes locked on yours.

A strong yet tender hand cupped your jaw as he moved in close waiting for your lips to part. He blew the pungent smoke into your mouth as you breathed it into your own lungs. Your head spun and your body started to tingle all over before you blew the hazy smoke out into the club.

“Thatta’ girl.” Chris praised, shifting his hips as he took another toke. Already you felt his cock coming to life as he nudged it against your clothed cunt. You shook your head at him as he smirked before repeating his actions.

Such a soft, intimate embrace when he cradled your face in his palm and you shared the intoxicating smoke between your two bodies. This time he slots his lips to yours sealing the drug in your lungs and pressing your body against his, making you hold the smoke for longer.

Your body pounded with the beat of the music and the feeling of such a solid mass of muscle beneath you was driving you wild. Grinding your hips down onto his cock made him break the kiss with a ragged moan.

“God, I wanna fuck you,” His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, his eyes running all over your body imaging all the wicked things he could do, “Take you right here. Let everyone see just how good you take my cock.”

He licks a stripe up the side of your neck making you mewl and grind harder onto his tented jeans. His cock pressed so sweetly against your core; each drag of your hips had your head swirling with pleasure.

“Keep grinding that sweet cunt on me, Darlin’. Make yourself feel good.” He took another drag off the blunt as he watched you get yourself off. Your fingers dug into his sweater, bunching up the fabric in your fists as your clit rubbed over his straining girth with every drive.

“Fuck, Chris. I need it.” You begged, wanting nothing more than to have him spread you open and fill you completely. “Whaddya need? My cock? Need my big cock inside that tight, little cunt?” His words made your belly tumble.

“Need me to stretch you out? Feel me deep in your belly?” He mused, his voice even rougher and more gravelly from the smoke.

Frantic whimpers fell from your lips and you rode out your high, chasing the inevitable end that was closing in fast.

He tapped out the joint, hands locking on your hips as he matched your rhythm with his hips desperate to have you come all over him, pants be damned. “Making such a mess on me, Darlin’. That perfect pussy is just dripping for my cock.” His lips found yours, grunting into your mouth as your tongues swirled together.

“That’s it. Come on, cream those panties for me.” He growls into the soft crevice of your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin and adding fuel to the flames. His sack tightened as he felt your orgasm take hold and he knew he was close behind.

Your body twitches in his hold as electricity seared through your nerves and you hit your peak with a broken wail. His hands shove your hips down hard, overstimulating your core against his straining cock until he comes with a body shaking growl that was thankfully drowned out by the booming music.  

You sweetly kissed one another down from your highs before unlocking your sweaty bodies and seeing the mess you’d made all over his jeans.

“Looks like where going out the back again.” Chris said with a chuckle before shrugging of his leather jacket and tying it around his waist. He wrapped a powerful arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close, “Let’s get you home and outta that skirt so I can fill you up just like you wanted.” You squeal with delight, interlocking hands and making a beeline for the exit.  

[dr-solomon]

Peaches

warning: just gyu's dirty live and his viewer dirty babygirls...

~ I wrote obliquely so that you can distinguish the comments he reads!❤️

> my first language is not english, very sorry if i have mistakes!! <

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"Hey... Come on." Beomgyu walked away from the screen laughing at the few orgasmic comments he had read. "It's only been 15 minutes since we started, babies." He raised his eyebrows and looked at the camera mockingly. "We are not here for you to quickly cum and ruin the whole game."

He stretched out his chair, spread his legs and moved to a more comfortable position, his girl's favorite position.

After throwing long hair back, his hand began to wander over his pants on the dick. Seeing the comments increase rapidly made him smile in arrogance. "Who is jealous of my hand?"

To have some more fun, approached the screen and sang the first comment that caught his eye. "I don't remember ever being so jealous before" He continued to slowly press on his dick. "Mmm, it's good to be the first."

"Gyu, your murmurs are driving me crazy."

He licked his lips slowly. "Mmmh, really?" as he giggled, noticed how much the temperature in the room had increased.

"Your lips are so beautiful. Haha, let's admit what you dreamed of with them, girl." he leaned back and laughed quietly, the answer, of course, was not delayed. "I just want to sit on your mouth. Woah, she's smart... I'm a very dirty pussy-eater."

While his fingers were playing with his belt, continued to carefully roll his eyes in the comments. "Your laugh is perfect" he looked at the camera with a pursed lips. "Oh, my innocent baby..." It was rare that such timid spectators of his threw comments, many even wrote nothing because they were embarrassed. That's why he wanted to give her courage. "Is there anything you would like me to do for you?"

Dozens of "yes" responses made him chuckle. "I wanna see your dick" he bit his lower lip as he continued to laugh. "Just like that... Don't hide that dirty girl from me, beauty, okay?"

Without taking his breathless gaze off the screen, he slowly took off his belt, after clicking it several times, he slowly dropped it on the floor. A mischievous smile appeared on his face as his hand started playing with the button of his trousers.

The fact that the comments were almost all the same made him arrogant again. "Impatient whores..." untied the pants button and pulled down the zipper. His hand went under the boxer.

Of course, he was taking it slow on purpose.

Took his eyes off the screen and thought about the last comment that told him that he was an excellent professional.

He spoke deeply in his voice as he slowly pulled his dick out and tugged it once. "You know very well that I am a motherfucker, enough to have group sex with all of you."

His eyes were curiously fixed on the screen again. "Gyu, can i just suck your dick?" he tilted his head to the side and muttered in wheezing voice. "If you'll let me eat your cunt up, yes, baby girl."

The comments he imagined were slowly starting to make his dick hard.

"You want to jump on my lap, huh?" he spoke in a sarcastic tone on the last comment he read. "Naughty girl..." smiled half-mouthed. "Of course you can."

He continued to caress himself for a while after the moan missed from mouth. "Come on, tell me what state you're in."

It made Beomgyu feel satisfied to be touching himself at the same time as his girls. But the sad comments they wrote because he couldn't be there for them both moving his dick and making him giggle. "Oh, my poor girls... I know your fingers aren't enough."

Took care to make a lot of noise while making lazy circles on his dick.

He approached the screen and, without waiting for the first comment he saw, read it. "Are you rubbing on your pillow?" the image formed in his mind made him growl. "Just for me..." grabbed his dick and moaned with pleasure. "Ahm, imagine that I have my dick in the place of your pillow..."

"I can take very good care of your neglected breasts." his eyes continued to wander in the comments with pleasure. "And I'll try to swallow your dick at that time." after growling loudly enough to wrinkle his nose, he accelerated his hand. "Oh, you're driving me crazy..."

When he felt his body getting more and more sensitive, licked his lips. "It's too bad I can't hear your beautiful voices..."

He smiled with satisfaction as spread the precum smeared on his hand all over his dick. Trying to make wet noises. "But I have enough slut girls who can make me cum with their comments only."

He frowned as his body trembled for more. "Ahh, let's cum together."

When began to tug his slippery dick with hand at the fastest speed, head fell back and bit his lower lip. He presented every moans that rose from his throat in its highest form. He made his breathing sounds to the empty room and to his girls. When his body started to contract, felt getting close and pulled back chair. Exhibited her perfect squirt after the hardest caresses. "O-Oh my God."

After waiting until their breathing was in order, he realized that forgot the comments. After licking and cleaning his hand, straightened up where he was sitting and stared at the screen.

"Our fun today ended earlier than the previous ones." he laughed at his transgressions for a long time.

"You're wonderful, my babies..." he would always be more flirtatious and involved when was on the joys of orgasm.

After having fun with a few more comments, realized that it was late, tilted his hair back and smiled at the camera. "Well, I must end the live now."

He read the comments that they wanted to spend some more time with him, with his lips twisted. "Hey, so cutie..." he smiled in a way that could be considered cute. "But I don't want you to go to bed late, your sleep are important."

It made Beomgyu proud to see comments confirming what he had said, even if he felt it was written reluctantly. "Okay... Oh, I love it when you're listen to me."

He moved his swivel chair closer to the camera and offered a beautiful smile. "Don't forget to miss me until next Saturday!" giggled. "Oh, my pretty girls, I love you... Be very careful with yourself."

He made a little kissing noise and laughed at it. Then he reached for the camera, which he would not touch until the next week, and muttered just before end the live. "Bye~"

thanks for your pretty eyes bebe! hope u like it💕