#Shift-JIS

[gifsies]

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: Happy #BlackHistoryMonth! Today we explore the music portfolio. This @ShiftJIS portrait of trumpeter #CliffordBrown (aka #Browny) was drawn using text characters by jazz lover @kalchano and included in the music-themed MIST0118 artpack collection released five years ago.

[fly-sky-high-arts]

Nine Sols sillies

[ukgk]

[daggery]

xiaohei shapeshifting ➟ requested by @uovoc

[cinnanamii]

Hi this is mizuki 12 hours before telling my best friend my secret!!! 😊😊

…12 hours after telling my best friend my secret. 🙂

[theinfinitedivides]

not the original author of Vigilante naming the gay convo under the bridge as one of his favorite scenes 😭😭😭😭 ty for your service sir you're one of us fr

[hinsaa-paramo-dharma]

Storytime:-

So, when I had recently shifted to south delhi, our colony only had like 5 houses (abhi 20-35 se jyada honge) and out of them 4 were rich 2 storey houses while one was a jaisa-taisa rented apartment ghar with 4 floors (where I lived). So, sabse gareeb log apartment me rehte the and others were so fucking rude to us like- gajab insaan the. I and other children of the flat would be playing outside and they will be shouting at us to go to home and to get disciplined and other nonsense. Auntyji I am literally 5 what do u expect? The worst one was this woman who loved to call us "uncultured" (in a time i didn't even knew it's meaning) (she was A TEACHER i feel bad for her students). She had 2 sons like 5 yr older than me and at first we used to play together then vo bhi apni maa ke disha mein chale gye. That woman made kid-me's blood boil. The Adults were also tired of her (she would throw literal tantrums if a cow enters our gully and then would fucking hit the poor animal with a broom cuz she can, like Bhai itne laadsahab ho toh society me raho gully mein toh Aisa hi chalta hai). I am usually a nice obeying kid but I started insulting her in HER face. One time she told the baccha party "Shoo! Shor machate rehte hai, headache kar ke rakha hai" and I replied with "Aapke papa ke Ghar mein khel rhe hai jo aapki baat maane?" (Yeah, that is the most rebellious I can get). Her sons specially didn't like my new self and started y'know gaaliyaan aadan pradaan karna. I didn't even knew most of their meaning, I was literally 8 that time. Though, ek baar mera sar aisa ghooma ki I literally slapped one of them. MAHABHARATTT. Yeah, i fought with 2 boys ages older than me all alone (still one of my proudest moments, specially since meine ek ki shirt faar di thi ha vo alag baat hai ki mujhe sprain ekdum ganda waala aaya tha). After that, that aunty went around trying to blacken my name (that worked greatly) uss ne yeh nhi bataya ki uske ladko ne Jo shabd bole the. For the next few years, I was the infamous ladaku ladki of my gully. Which I loved and hated at the same time.

[shut-up-rabert]

Soooooo I tried reading Amish Tripathi's Sita : the Warrior of Mithila and bro I was so confused from the start meko kuch samajh hi nahi aa raha lmao 😭🔪

Bhai maine khaali summary oadhi main usme bhi confuse ho gayi😶‍🌫️

My honest feelings were

And I have no other words, kyunki constructive criticism ke liye kavi kya kehna chahte tha samjh bhi aana chahiye barkhurdaar 😶‍🌫️

Tune kaha tak padhi?

[ntrlily]

Many older large scale ASCII art pieces that weren't just made with a JPG->ASCII converter were also done that way, taping a drawing to a computer screen and tracing it in notepad

Nowadays of course the three people who do this style of ASCII art just pull the drawing up on their computer and type directly over it.

[evileyeeng]

CH. 1 - Singularity Boy

Part 4 - 《 Suit yourself＿Be yourself 》

^^ CLICK TO READ vv

original story by ∧◆tLHIYOYOBI

[retiredteabag]

Too hot to cuddle!!

this is part one of my dual-fic based on this fanart read about winter!Toji here :]

synopsis: Toji becomes jealous of your pillow…

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

You and Toji cuddle often. It wasn't something you guys ever spoke about or needed to ask for but it wasn't uncommon for the man to come home from a job and find you spread across the couch, only to come over and lay his entire body over yours until you complained about "needing air".

This was the perfect dynamic for winter, Toji's body heat seemed to always be in supply but in the summer, the man could be nude, without a blanket in sight, prone before an oscillating fan, and still sweating.

It was the unfortunate truth that Toji would overheat, even if you were particularly chilly. So when the summer months came around, you were blessed with the entire comforter to yourself.

Too hot for him, you would pull your arms into the blanket so he would have his side of the bed to sprawl while you could rest, enwraptured in warmth.

It was a dynamic that worked for both of you- until it didn't

One night, mid-summer, you unconsciously had yourself tucked tightly within the comforter. Shifting in your sleep, you exhaustedly unraveled enough to reach out for Toji's form. Subconsciously, you felt for him, and in your sleepy state, tucked yourself around his torso, legs tied with his own. The groan he let out did little to rouse you or waive your hold on him.

In the heat of the moment (no pun intended) he shook your arm from his waist, grunting whilst turning to face your sleeping figure. With little but a sleepy hum in reply, he made more of an effort to push you and your warm blanket away from him.

“s too hot” He grumbled.

Your unconscious mind took no offense, soon finding comfort again by flipping over, wrapped in the blanket, to throw yourself around one of your many pillows.

Toji rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he watched this occur. After moving you from his form, he witnessed as you practically spooned the pillow in your grasp. Face smooshed in, like you did with his chest, leg lifted over the side, arms surrounding his replacement.

Seeing as you chose the blanket over him, he couldn't help but be peeved. Even exhausted and hot, he wants you to choose him, even if he had just pushed you away.

At least tell him you’re mad. But it seems you’re too tired for that... shouldn’t you be able to pick him, conscious or not? With a sigh he yanks the blanket from your tucked grasp. A whine sounded in the room.

"to-ji..."

"c'mon." He pulled until you finally were awake enough to see him. Ignoring the words he had just spoken, his aforementioned grunts of it being "too hot" he lifted you from your spot onto his chest, your side of the bed soon baren as he swung his leg to kick your pillow off the edge, only to lean onto his side, locking you in his embrace.

[mistfunk]

Mistigram: this #textart adaptation of #FineWindClearMorning (also simply called #RedFuji), one of #Hokusai's suite of #ThirtysixViewsOfMountFuji #ukiyoe prints made in the 1830s, was made by @kalchano in #ShiftJIS and included in the new fine art-themed MIST0424 artpack collection.

[deeptravelerdelusion]

Mona [EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER]

SYOBON fancam DIRECTOR'S CUT

(the other one is also a director's cut)

sound on

[wonryllis]

PREVIEW2 : the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. 1.2k for this preview and around 20k for the whole fic.

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. some hot making out in this one, dad sunghoon tired bothered from work yes it's a warning. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

check out the first preview!

"is ji— " sunghoon stands again at your door, few days later on the weekend. this time more formally dressed than normal, adorning a sleek tight fitted vest and a navy blue blazer with buttons fastened at his waist. hair styled and glasses sitting prettily on his nose bridge. the sweat trickling down his forehead and the heaviness in his breath making you feel things despite knowing it's because he's worried about his daughter with how late he got back.

"she's here don't worry, just fell asleep while waiting for you," you reassure his distraught self. being a single and new father took a much harder toll on him at times like these when he couldn't be with his angel and he honestly didn't know how he'd survive if it weren't for you.

his job asked a lot of him and he couldn't always asks his friends and family to look over her, to have someone like you beside him was a breath of relief.

"i'm sorry, the meeting lasted longer than i thought and then traffic—" he tries explaining, wishing you aren't fed up of him and his daughter yet.

"it's okay sunghoon, everything's fine. do you wanna have some wine before you go?"

in hopes of easing his stress and let his mind have a rest, you offer in a feeble tone of expectation.

sunghoon nods, sighing as he takes off his shoes slow and tired. trudging behind you as you walk over to the fridge to bring out the heavy bottle. you look up to smile at him across the counter while he slips off his blazer and folds up his sleeves, there's no way he does not know what he's doing. but then loser clueless sunghoon really is not aware of the effect his exposed arms have on you. his friends and colleagues have told and he probably remembers it at the back of his mind, but the thing is, he is not really trying at this moment, he's just tired from work.

hot and bothered. and being alone with you in a room like this is just making him feel hotter.

it takes him a second but when he notices you struggle to get the wine glasses from the shelf, he does not think much before walking over and grabbing them for you. his body behind yours, chest touching your back and with his hands stretched out it's like you trapped between him and the counter. the scent of your shampoo hits his nose and that's what makes him realize just how close he is to you.

he stands still for a moment, trying to inhale as much of you as he can, but when he feels you shift, about to turn around, he's immediately snapping out of it; stepping back in an instant.

"i-i'm sorry, just noticed you needed help so," he mumbles apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck in shyness like usual and yet again unaware of how much you did not want him to be sorry.

"yes, thank you sunghoon," you smile at him despite the little tinge of frustration at the back of your subconscious.

leading him to the couch, and sitting awfully close to him on purpose you put the glasses on the tea table, pouring in the wine as you discreetly watch him shift nervously beside you. sunghoon feels distressed and troubled, once again he can smell you the tingles of white musk playing his nostrils. and he can also feel your thigh rubbing against his, albeit obstruct by the fabric of his suit pant, still very much obvious. perhaps the wine will help him calm down.

"so how was your day?" you hand him the glass, taking your own and staring at him as you take a sip, waiting for him to answer.

you listen in patience as he rants about how all that could go wrong went wrong at work. gazing over features, and the way his clothes hugged him right. at some point, his brows furrow and he starts to frown, looking towards the balcony as he speaks.

it bothers you for some reason, you don't want him to be so stressed. with the slight intoxication of the wine in your system, you reach forward to take his glasses off, putting them away on the table alongside your empty wine glass. and tugging him closer by his wrinkled tie leave a little wet kiss, a spilt second of a first move and sunghoon swears he feels all his hesitations disappear.

his breath slows down and his face relaxes for that short moment your lips touch, internally malfunctioning at the situation, short circuiting in stillness, wide eyes and unmoving lips.

however as soon as he sees at the dazed look in your doll eyes when you pull away, all his nervousness flies out, for all he can think of is the way your lips moved on his, and how addicting it felt, like something he wanted to feel every single moment he possibly could.

"fuck," he pulls you back by the back of your head, quite literally engulfing your lips in a sloppy kiss, going berserk over the feel of you. his hands are quick to slip to your thighs carressing up and down a few times before grabbing them to haul you onto his lap. it's a mess. he can't seem to stop, kissing over your lips over and over again in soft nibbles, sometimes dragging a moment to suck on them. hands once again carressing from your thighs to your waist, holding you tight in his arms by there, yanking you closer.

it takes everything in him to pull away but it's only to catch and breath and there's no way he's letting this chance go. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while your sweaty foreheads rest against each other.

just as he's leaning back in, still breathless,"dada?" the sound of jia's voice down the hall has you both immediately pushing away and sitting back down on the couch properly. sunghoon brushes back his wet hair and tugs at his tie before standing up to get his daughter.

"yes baby, dada's back. come on, let's go back," the way he picks her up and walks over to you makes your insides tingle, still not over the kiss.

"we're gonna be going then, thank you for—" sunghoon's eyes linger over the wine glasses and how messed up you look and he gulps before he continues,"having us over," his words sound deeper yet more innocent than the seductive meaning behind them.

you watch them walk out the door, waving jia and sunghoon good night as they unlock their front door and go in.

inside, his blazer still hung over the edge of the couch. a testament to the reality of all things that happened in the room. of it being more than just a dream. you enjoyed having jia over and taking care of her, it was never a nuisance and the fact that if you were to be together with sunghoon she would be your daughter too sounded more of a gift than a burden. you understood his situation, and despite not yet knowing of how and where jia's mom is, you trust him.

it was the start of a something sunghoon never wanted to end. and he could only hope you'd feel the same way. if only he knew how you felt.

[miupow]

한지성 ─── 𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔 , 𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 !

you have a little christmas surprise for your boyfriend...

★ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴。。。han jisung x fem!reader 𝗴。⧼ 🔖 ⧽ ⸝⸝ smut, pwp

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 。。。lingerie kink・est. relationship・lap dance・bondage・sensory deprivation・blindfolds・dirty talk・sub!jisung・begging・dry humping・cumming in pants・degredation kink・praise kink ⸝⸝ ‎ 𝘄𝗰。1. 2 k | 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆。

♬ santa, baby 一 laufey

notes from lia。happy early skzhop hiptape release!!! so excited for it's drop at midnight teehee <33 to celebrate here's a lul xmas drabble with jisung!! this was based off of an idea given to me by @sheerfreesia007 ... thank u so much for infecting my mind with this i love u so much

“come on babe, take this stupid blindfold off! I wanna see you!”

“Shh, be patient, Ji!” you giggle, adjusting your grip on the bathrobe as you bend over to turn up the volume on your speaker. “I told you it’s a surprise— be a good boy now, okay?”

Jisung whines at your words, squirming restlessly; truthfully you’ve given him no opportunity to be anything other than patient, with his wrists and ankles tied to the arms and legs of one of your dining room chairs with sparkly holiday ribbon. They were thin and flimsy, and jisung could most likely break out of them with ease, but you were certain your boyfriend loves to be played with far too much to even consider the possibility.

Soft music fills the room as you turn to face him, a sultry rendition of santa, baby that made jisung sit up a little straighter in his chair. Slowly, you make your way over to him, intent to put on a show even if he couldn’t see it quite yet— your hips swing from side to side to the rhythm of the music, sliding a teasing hand up and down jisung’s sweater-clad chest as you circle around his chair. His breath hitches beautifully, his head lolling back to let you ghost your fingers over the curve of his adam’s apple.

…I’ve been an awful good girl, santa, baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight…

With a flourish you kick your leg over jisung’s lap, seating yourself perfectly against the swiftly growing bulge in his pants. You can’t help but grind your clit against his fly, the sensation far too much and not enough all at once— jisung whimpers pathetically in your ear, clued in on the fact you were wearing only flimsy panties underneath that robe of yours. Achingly slowly, you untie your robe and let it fall off your shoulders down to the floor. It pools in a heap at jisung’s bound feet, leaving you bare except for the “surprise” you had prepared for his Christmas gift.

“let me see you…” jisung begs quietly, tugging weakly at his restraints. the pout on his plump lips is just too cute, you can’t help but coo.

…Santa, baby, a ’54 convertible too, light blue… I’ll wait up for you dear

You can’t keep denying him any longer, for both his sake and yours— you peel the red silk blindfold from jisung’s eyes, tossing it haphazardly to the floor along with your robe. He blinks a few time to adjust to the light, his heady gaze falling onto you when his eyes finally open.

“oh fuck…” jisung sighs, his brown puppy eyes widening as they trail down your body, soaking in your outfit… or what could barely be considered one.

…Next year I’ll be just as good, if you’ll check off my Christmas list…

You were dressed in a skimpy santa costume, barely enough fabric covering you to be anything more than lingerie. Your little fuzzy skirt did nothing to cover your sparkly red thong, your ass out and your weeping cunt perfectly visible through the sheer material.  Jisung gulps heavily, his adam’s apple bobbing, shifting and squirming and fighting his restraints in a desperate attempt to touch you. he cants his hips up off the chair, the bulge of his hardening cock grinding against your swollen clit. The barely-there pleasure makes you moan lowly, your gloved hands sliding up your bare torso to squeeze at your bikini clad tits— exactly what you know jisung wants to do himself, his pretty lips falling open as he watches your movements in erotic rapture.

…santa, cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex, and checks… sign your x on the line…

“you look so sexy, baby, fuck!” jisung warbles, his hips continuing to move on their own, building a delicious rhythm that makes you both pant and whimper. “wanna touch you so bad, holy shit, please let me touch you—”

“nuh uh~!” you chide, wagging your finger in front of his face with an evil giggle. “I said be a good boy, remember? If you stay perfectly still for me maybe I’ll untie you…”

You plant your heeled feet on the floor for better leverage, bouncing and grinding in his lap as your hands move from your tits down to his belt buckle. Your own patience is running thin, your cunt throbbing with need and wetting jisung’s lap, but teasing him is just too much fun; you make no real movements to unbuckle his belt, only sliding your fingertips across the leather to dip beneath his waistband. Jisung’s hips buck wildly when you begin to caress the warm bare skin of his hipbones, nearly toppling you over onto the floor. Your santa hat begins to slide off your head, so you grab it and tug in onto jisung’s head instead. He looks so cute like that, peeking up at you so sinfully from underneath that goofy floppy hat.

…come and trim my Christmas tree, with some decorations bought at tiffany’s…

Finally, you pull his belt free from his belt loops, letting it fall aside with a metallic clink. his cock strains obscenely in his boxers when you pop the button open and tug the zipper down, a wet spot clearly visible where his head was trapped in the fabric. Jisung whimpers lowly when you retract your hands back to his shoulders, leaving him untouched and desperate.

“come on…” jisung whines through grit teeth, his chest heaving and his covered cock throbbing. “fuck me, baby, please…”

Santa, baby, I forgot to mention one little thing, a ring, I don’t mean on the phone…

“can’t hear you over this music, sungie. You’re gonna have to beg better than that!”

You grind against him harder, faster, making jisung choke and splutter—his thighs shake underneath your weight, a telling sign that he’s close to coming. It surprises you a little, him getting so close to the edge from hardly anything at all, your pussy pulsing with need and excitement. You need to see him cum in his pants. If this is his gift for the holiday season, that would be yours.

"baby-- fuck, fuck, I--" jisung can hardly string together a sentence, his eyes unfocused and hazy. "p-please! please, baby, please, please, please--"

“oh my god, ji, are you gonna cum?” you jeer, a wicked smile spreading across your ruby red lips. “I’m barely even touching you! you’re so cute, sungie, cumming in your pants like a teenager just from some grinding…”

“i—I--!” jisung stutters, his eyes rolling back in his head and his mouth stuck open in a permanent moan. He shakes his head rigorously, like he’s begging you to reconsider, but you’ve already made up your mind.

“go ahead and cum, ji! If you cum I’ll untie you, okay? And then I’ll fuck you, since you’ve been such a good boy for me—!”

Jisung is just too easy, you know him and his body far too well for him to fight back— he cums with a broken cry, sticky hot cum staining his boxers and mixing with the copious amounts of slick that gushed from your needy pussy. You help him ride through his climax with your hand tangled in his dark messy hair, knocking the santa hat aside as you tug at the strands. his moans turn high-pitched and shameless, his body shaking and twitching underneath you as his cock spurts out his last few ropes of cum.

“nasty boy,” you coo to him, staining his jawline and neck with red lipstick marks, “ready for more? This is just part of your present~”

Hurry, hurry, my santa, baby!