#as though i can ever do anything that doesn't have a deadline

[aran-morinorea]

The only thing I have anything new in today is Annatar's Shit Paradigms!

Annatar’s face goes blank in the way Celebrimbor is increasingly sure means he’s embarrassed, more so than when he literally blushes. When his eyes refocus, he says, “Sure.”

Their lab is clean. Their hands are clean. Celebrimbor has - some ideas. “Can I see?”

Annatar starts. “Wh- now?”

Celebrimbor affects an air of intellectual curiosity when he says, “Why not?” He knows he’s completely transparent, but the effort will amuse Annatar, at least.

[lumiambrose]

✰ house rules

kinktober 24 - day five

featuring: dr ratio x f!reader

summary: veritas ratio, your university professor, is renowned for being the greatest lecturer at your university but also the cruellest, willing to fail any student who doesn't meet his high standard. so you can't help but try your luck for some "extra credit" when you run with said professor on a night out with your girlfriends.

tags: smut, professor x student dynamic, public/semi-public, fingering, oral (fem receiving) petnames (dear)

wc: 1k

the poker table hums with quiet tension, chips clinking and cards sliding across the velvet surface. you’re currently sitting next to dr. veritas ratio, out of all people. as for how you landed a seat next to your professor—the same professor that sneers at mediocre efforts and fails half his students—will forever be a mystery. tonight was supposed to be girls night, where you can relax and party your academic deadlines away. yet instead, you find your heart racing as you watch your professor calculate his odds and size up his opponents like it’s nothing.

albeit terrified, you attempt to catch his attention. “didn’t expect to see you here,” you say, leaning in ever so slightly towards him. the words hang between you, but your pulse is racing. “you don’t strike me as the casino type, professor.”

he doesn’t spare you a glance yet. instead, he places a bet, his fingers tapping the chips. “i could say the same,” he replies, finally turning his gaze on you. his eyes have that familiar coolness in them, but this time, there’s something else—amusement maybe? “though, considering your recent performance, you might need to rely on luck more than most.”

embarrassed, you let out a weak laugh, more to relieve your nerves than anything else. “maybe i’ve just been waiting for a proper chance to test my skills.”

he cocks a brow. “how bold. though i expect your aiming for more than a simple game.”

your heart skips a beat at how easily he sees through you. “maybe,” you start, “depends on how much you're willing to offer.”

before you can react to his words, you feel veritas' hand on your thigh. his grip firm, making your breath hitch. you bite your lip, doing your utmost best to concentrate on the game in play. your professor, unbothered by your reaction, continues to play his hand as his eyes never leave the table in front of him.

“something tells me you’re more interested in winning than you let on,” he whispers, voice laced with velvet, loud enough for your ears only to hear. each word stirring goosebumps on your fragile skin. his fingers dance their way up your inner thigh, caressing your soft skin. touch featherlight as you do your best to stifle a moan.

“now why would i ever back down from a challenge?” you retort, your voice shamelessly laced with need and desire. as the words left your mouth, you feel his thumb hook the edge of your lace panties, cutting you off abruptly and sending your mind into a whirlwind of thoughts. the game in front of you now hidden in the back of your mind.

the game continues with the sound of chips clinking, card shuffling and rare exclamations from other players, but they all went in one ear and out the other. your professor now completely overtaking your thoughts. shrinking your world down to the little space surrounding you and veritas. your only reality being the tantalising touch of his fingers against your clothed core.

“eyes on the game, dear. you’re so far in it would be a pity to lose your cool now,” he says as though it’s nothing. as though his actions aren’t getting bolder by the minute.

his hand, now tucked away beneath your skirt, teases your wet folds through the thin fabric of your panties. focusing on the cards in front of you now seemed impossible as your mind hazed with lust. the heat between your legs is now becoming unbearable. your hips now subtly grinding against his fingers.

a loud clang pierces the air, pulling you back to reality. your heart skips a beat as you feel a cold presence on your lap. you look down to the sight of veritas' drink spilt over the edge of the table, soaking your clothes.

you gasp at the shock of icy liquid against you, seeping through your skirt and leaving a sticky mess on your thighs. veritas immediately stood up, abandoning the game in front of him, offering his hand out to you. “let’s clean you up. it’s a small spill, but we don’t want it to stain,” he says, and you swear you can see a small smirk play on his lips.

initially embarrassed, you nod and take his hand as he guides you through the casino floor. excitement slowly proceeds to replace your initial embarrassment as you draw closer to the bathrooms. all the background noise slowly fading away as the both of you enter the quiet bathroom, veritas locking the door behind you.

without warning, he pushes you against the wall and unzips your skirt, letting the fabric slide down your legs. your panties are coated with arousal, betraying the facade you did your best to keep up. veritas locks eyes with you, his eyes fueled with hunger as he kneels down in front of you.

“keep it quiet. you don’t want to get caught now, do you?” he warns before leaning in to devour you. his skilled tongue quickly finds its way to your clit, sucking and abusing it teasingly while his fingers work wonders inside of you. you arch your back, throwing your head back as the pleasure courses through you, your body begging for release.

with one hand tugging on veritas’ hair, aching for more, the other found its way to your mouth. attempting to cover up the sweet moans getting drawn out of you. although veritas doesn’t seem to take your moans seriously. he carries on teasing you, his tongue flicking your clit and his fingers pushing deeper inside you. your breathing grows ragged, and you know that you couldn't hold back the wave of ecstasy much longer.

but veritas, ever the harsh professor, pulled away, just when you were on the brink. leaving your bare pussy wet and needy, he stands up and wipes your remaining slick off his face. looking down on you, he commands, “stay behind after my lecture tomorrow.” his voice firm and unwavering before exiting the bathroom.

leaving you in the bathroom all alone, you contemplated the situation that just played out. your heart racing and your body still humming with desire. although, as you cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, you’re already contemplating your outfit for tomorrow and a cute matching set to wear underneath for your favourite professor.

taglist: @ryescapades @iamjellyfish @143-ilyuu @maruflix @pixelcafe-network

©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[purpdrawsthings]

You'll Be Back Mr Puzzles MAP!

No this is actually real soahsodhsoshsi

Hihi everyone saw my last post hahahhhh I wasn't joking 💀

READ THE ENTIRETY OF THIS IF YOU WANT TO JOIN ‼️‼️‼️‼️

I don't want no nobody to not understand anything

Anyways, onto the details!

Wait, what's a MAP?

Ah.. I should explain that shouldn't I?

MAP stands for Multiple-Animator Project. It's basically a collaborative project made up of numerous animations by different creators!

You might have seen these before in the art fandom, if not, you're not a real artist /jk /nsrs /lh

Jokes aside, these projects tend to be fun for most creators and I'm hoping that this would bring some fun to the people joining :)

Is this begginer friendly?

Why yes it is! Regardless you're good at animation or not, you're welcome to join! Just... At least put some effort rather than being lazy?

Regardless, everyone is welcomed with open arms here! So don't be afraid ;)

What canvas size should I use?

1280x720 preferably! Just to make sure it doesn't take up too much of my data ;w;

But you can use any canvas size you'd want besides that! A box shape, or that weird YouTube short form... Nvm exclude that one but anyways, yeah any canvas size that you're comfortable with!

Is there a specific theme?

There's actually none! The map is supposed to just be a silly Mr puzzles map :3

This includes the setting and etc like- go crazy! Do a sad, fun, crazy, angry moment or something! Do what your imagination can make out of that song using Puzzles ^^

Is it okay if I can't remove my animating apps watermark?

It's completely fine if you can't remove it! Don't worry you're not the only broke one here ;)

Am I allowed to put my watermark?

Yes! You're incouraged to add in your watermark so people know it's your part!

Dw, if you don't have one them I'll just put your name while I'm editing the entire thing :)

Can I include my OCS or my Mr puzzles design?

Yes you can! You can also change your Puzzles aus whenever you'd like.

E.g my Showman Puzzles on part 1 and my Puzzles kinsona on part 2

It's just an example! If you're adding ocs, it's good! But the animation should primarily focused on Puzzles! He can interact with other characters but it's mostly just him. Oh and if you're wondering, it doesn't have to be SMG4 OCS :)

How many parts can I take?

Hey hey don't be greedy /hj

2 parts! I want everybody to take their chances and do some cool stuff :D

Where should I ask for parts or send submissions at?

In the discord server I made! The link will be at the end of the post. I know I just replied to some in this blog and they got their parts, I will NOT be accepting any ask parts OUTSIDE of the server.

The same goes with submissions/finished parts, please do send it in discord.

Why is this? This is because I want everything to be easier for me so I could manage stuff. I get frustrated very easily so yeah 😭

Is there a deadline?

Well uh- I'm not sure! But it's probably going to be planned on the June or July, somewhere in the middle of the year. Though I will be making sure nobody feels rushed for their sake

Have you ever host a MAP before?

Wait where tf did that one come from-

No I haven't unfortunately, this is my first one! I've always wanted to make a MAP because of how cool the idea itself is.

Now that that's done, here are the parts! As time progresses a and people enter, I'll fill them up :3

Intro : me

1. @e-v-e-l-l-e

2. @rainbowrocketraichu

3. Entity-lol

4. @lari-the-dragon

5. @rat-n-atty

6. @madhalo

7. @mrtophat518

8. @fenicearts420

9. @cosmicoreo9

10. Entity-lol

11. @niranutcake

12. @madhalo

13. Me

14. @alex-dolmatescu2-0

15. @libbytwq

16. @alex-dolmatescu2-0

17. @rr3d2y

18. Me

19. @niranutcake

20. Rainbowrocketraichu

21. @messydoodlesyt

22. @messydoodlesyt

23. @icedbeverageenjoyer

24. @mrtophat518

Outro : me

Last but not least.. Please do enter your submissions in the discord server below this sentence :D

You can post your part outside the server if you want but I'm only taking the ones submitted in the server itself :)

Andddd that's about all! You can ask questions here and in the server. Yeetus chat!

[scaramouche-bully]

— ☆ Rematch

— Eager to have another opportunity to see Jing Yuan and Igor face off, you easily agree to play as referee for what you believe will be another fight of fists.

Includes: Igor + Jing Yuan

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader Contains: Poly relationships, sweat, voyeurism, rough sex, stomach bulge, crying, begging, unprotected sex, kissing, coming untouched, cumming in pants + alluded Igor x Jing Yuan.

[ masterlist ]

I finally finished the Wardance event and immediately fell in love with Igor to the point I wrote this in one sitting. It is unfortunate that we may not see him in future events but I hope we can. I'd like to see more Igor and Jing Yuan interactions.

Rumors travel fast on a ship filled with long-life species, what else is there to do when you've had so many years to explore every possible hobby you could find? Naturally, the ever-changing gossip of new developments that can change with a flip of a coin makes everyone a little excited. Whispers behind painted nails, lingering eyes that gaze up and down, and even shy giggles that are poorly hidden behind paper fans. The rumor mill is fast and latches onto anything that could be exploited for entertainment, you would know since it's been your main source of income for a few hundred years. Initially, being a journalist wasn't what you had in mind when you first arrived on the Luofu, but many things in your life suddenly crashed into you and expected you to figure it out. Your boss suddenly decided to cover an entirely different person of interest when the deadline was only a few hours away. The near-death experiences of wandering too deep into places known for its mara-struck monsters roaming about, all for a better picture. Even now, being suddenly asked to play as a referee for the most hyped contestants of the Wardance. An exclusive rematch between the Luofu's ringmaster and the outworlder from Belobog.

Distantly, in the far recesses of your mind which titters on the edge of rationality, are amused that you can finally answer the fan-made question that's been buzzing all over the Luofu.

Igor does fuck like he fights. Hard, fast, and he doesn't pull any punches.

"M-Mister Igor- ah! Slow...down!" you cry out, nails sinking into metal and flesh. You're starting to grow a little crazy, as if the mara decided to strike now even though you're far too young for the disease to form through old age. It's far too hot, Igor runs warmer than anyone given the coldness of his planet, but you're starting to believe that the air is turning fuzzy from the sheer heat radiating off him. It doesn't help that he wants to press himself as close to you as he physically can, the sweat on his body smearing against your skin that you think should feel disgusting, but only makes you burn hotter. You feel like you're melting inside and out, from the tip of your toes up to your brain that's turning dumber and dumber with each passing second.

"Sorry, where I'm from, there's no time for gentle loving. Besides-" Igor punctuates his word with a harsh thrust against your battered hole that sends you squealing, "I don't lose to the same opponent twice."

The declaration awakens another layer into Igor's "fighting spirit", he pulls out until only the tip of his cock is still being clung to by your hole, before burying his cock so deeply you swear you can feel it in the back of your throat. He fucks with all his strength, the loud slapping noises of his skin hitting yours fill the room, almost loud enough that your spectator can't hear any more of your near-hysterical moans. Jing Yuan has the best seat in the house, hovering just above you as he watches Igor bully his cock inside you, a tiny bump in your stomach appearing and disappearing with each thrust. Droplets of sweat trail down Igor's chin until they fall on your fucked-out face. He wonders what it tastes like? His own cock strains against the fabric of his pants at the thought, twitching and weeping pitiful drops of precum but he keeps his hands obediently at his side. It's not his turn yet.

"Ah!! No! I-Igor! Ah- my...you're gonna break me!!" your cries are ignored when Igor leans down to smother your words of mercy. It's almost cute that Igor kisses sweetly, as if he's trying to soothe the tears streaming down your cheeks despite being the cause of them. The coolness of his metal arm sends tiny shivers up your spine as it settles on the arch of your spine, pressing you even closer until you're molded against him. His other hand hitches your thigh onto the curve of his waist, a new angle for him to drive himself deeper. Small little grinds of his cock against your most sensitive spots send shocks through your body before you finally snap, a muffled moan swallowed by Igor as you cum. It doesn't stop the man, only fueling his actions as he pounds into you with utmost desperation, strings of slick being dragged in and out of your hole. Jing Yuan's eyes dim at the sight, his tongue unconsciously running over his lips. His fingers twitch slightly, his resolve and discipline wavering in the face of such temptation. The only reason he doesn't move is the near primal look in Igor's eyes that snap to his, a silent command to wait his goddamn turn.

"Don't cry. You'll like—you'll love this, just toughen it out a bit more," Igor mutters against your ear. His hand has wandered to caress the bulge in your belly, pressing his fingers down against the bump every time it pops up. Igor's hips stutter at the feeling, muscles tensing and twitching as he struggles with his strength to not cause any unwanted pain. It's been a while since he's had the time to indulge in a warm body. Between the matches and his ambition to fight for his home, he hasn't had the time or intention to accept any of the more personal proposals he's been given. There were more important things to be doing, if he needed to vent any frustration, he could be training. So to say he's a bit pent-up is an understatement.

"Fuck- Fuck! Can I come inside?" Igor groans, hands moving to dig into your waist as he physically pushes and pulls you up and down his cock like a ragdoll. You can only give a jumbled slurry of noises that vaguely sounds like a yes before Igor tenses, a low groan as he pumps his cum deeper inside you. The room finally calms down, allowing for a brief respite as Igor gathers his bearings to finally let you go, the sound of your body dropping onto the bed lifeless has him looking up worried.

"Had this been an official match, you would have been disqualified for knocking out the referee," Jing Yuan muses, his head tilting to the side until his white hair covers one of his golden eyes. He's rewarded by Igor's punched-out chuckles, his body still panting as he comes down from his high. Igor slowly maneuvers you more comfortably on the bed, easing your legs down so you don't wake up with a cramp. With great difficulty, because you're so warm, he pulls out with a groan, globs of his cum pooling onto the bedsheets. With one deep inhale, Igor tilts his head up to escape the haze, and with his exhale, golden eyes meet gold.

"You need help with that?" Igor asks as he stares Jing Yuan in the eye. He doesn't need to look down to see the mess in the lieutenant's pants. He knows that despite not being touched and the calm facade, if he were to pull Jing Yuan's pants down he would see the same white cum that's still leaking from your hole.

[octoberautumnbox]

a cute date with seoyeon! :D

Hold Me Closer

tripleS Yoon Seoyeon & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: fluff basically, nothing too crazy in this one

Word count: 0.7k

| Part 1 || Part 2 (coming soon hopefully lmao) ||

a/n: i owe u this for that belle fic i think LMAO also gonna follow this up eventually obvs

~~~

In between bites, Seoyeon reaches across the table to hold your hand. “I'm glad you got to come out, babe,” she says with half a mouthful of mint chocolate ice cream. “I know you're still tired from the week.” 

“Psh, as if I'd rather laze around at home alone than be here with you.” You know that line is corny, but it never fails to put a smile on her face. It's worth every meeting, every deadline, every performance audit to hold her hand on the way home from a nice night out with Yoon Seoyeon. 

As if on cue, she giggles at your reply, “Alright, but I wanna stay over for the rest of the weekend. You deserve to laze around at home, so let me look after you, ‘kay?” You have a feeling it isn't up for debate, so you just accept her offer. “Thanks, baby. I do need the rest.”

"I told you to just let me carry the bags. I'm strong! See?" She flexes her muscles to show you just how strong she is, but with the most adorable face you've ever seen getting puffy trying to look intimidating, it only undermines her point.

On the other hand, the seven shopping bags taking up the rest of the seats in the booth do look heavy now that you see all of them, and it doesn't help that you know what exactly is inside of each one. On the other hand, you do know that Seoyeon is actually strong and can take more than just any average girl.

Just then, her phone vibrates, and as her eyes scan over the screen, a different kind of smile graces her cheeks. “Lookie, me and Naky look so good in this one.” She shows you a video of her and Nakyoung in the practice room rehearsing a sexy kind of dance, “She does that thing with her hand that I like here. You know, that thing you do to me?”

From her arm around Seoyeon’s shoulder, Nakyoung's hand travels to the back of her neck and pulls your girlfriend in until they're face-to-face. It's the same look in her eye that Seoyeon has when you get under the covers with her–anticipating something she can't possibly predict. Her lips part ever so slightly right in front of Nakyoung's, and neither of them are wise to notice.

“Am I supposed to be jealous? What's up with that?” you ask, eyebrow raised, smirk on your lips, and tone filled with sarcasm as best as you can to hide real doubt. As the video plays on and Nakyoung's hands reach more and more of your girlfriend's body, you feel a strange and gross kind of heat rising in your chest.

“Nah, if anything, I have to keep her away from you. She said she likes you too.” The video ends and Seoyeon finally puts her phone away. “I'm honestly nervous she'd be able to steal you away from me.”

“No way in hell, babe. You know why?” 

“Because you don't have time to cheat?” Her answer makes you chuckle, the apparent honesty even more so. 

“Besides that.”

“Uhh, no idea.”

“Simple. She's not you.” Wrap your fingers around her free hand again, make sure she feels secure. Nobody should ever have that sort of doubt when it comes to love, especially not your Seoyeon. 

“Thanks, babe. I love you,” she says, relieved, and with mint chocolate smeared all over her top lip. She tries letting go to grab a napkin, but you beat her to it, lean over the table and give her a peck instead. 

“You're lucky you're cute. Mint chocolate, I swear to God…”

“Oh, shut up. And I still haven't gotten my ‘I love you too.’”

You win some, you lose some, and sometimes you're not sure. Whatever this is, though, you wouldn’t have it any other way. “I love you too, Seoyeon.”

And of course she picks this moment to tease you. A mischievous smirk puffs against her cheeks, "Mmm, not good enough," before she finally finished her waffle cone.

"What then?" You finish yours too and crumple the wrapper along with hers.

"Secret. I'll tell you tonight. I take care of you, you take care of me." She fires off a wink and bolts out of the booth, taking with her two and a half shopping bags. Her classic "chase me," her own special trademark "I love you" that only she could ever tell you in this way.

Frantically gathering the rest of the shopping bags she left behind, you stumble out of the booth after her, the only proper "I love you too."

~~~

| Part 1 || Part 2 (coming soon) ||

[walkingstackofbooks]

Inspired by @omittedharpy's post: "Julian having to deal with reporters calling him trying to get interviews after DBIP."

And @justsomeskullkid's tag: #Do you guys think Jake was insufferable about it?

--

Fic where, after DBIP, Jake wants to write an article about Julian. But given how his last experience of interviewing Julian went, he doesn't want to outright ask him at first, so he starts off by taking up Julian's offer to learn fist aid and how to help out in the infirmary, so that he can get his background thoughts for the article via close observation.

He broaches the idea of an interview after he hears Julian groaning dejectedly about yet another reporter contacting him, and that sparks an idea. He suggests that if Julian agreed to do an exclusive with his paper, then his paper could deal with the other reporters trying to get an interview. And Julian at this point is really fucking tired of fielding all these calls so he agrees. Jake kind of seems the lesser of two evils at this point?

(Knowing Jake, I can actually imagine him going to his editor first and claiming he's got an exclusive - and then later when Julian resignedly agrees "Okay, you can tell your paper I'll do it," Jake pulls out a PADD with the paperwork Julian needs to sign with a sheepish "Actually, I kind of already did?")

So, Jake's got permission to write the article, but when he sits down to plan out his questions, he finds that he seems to have become almost a little protective over Doctor Bashir? With how much he's been watching him, Jake's ended up noticing how much Julian's been affected by all this, and he finds he actually doesn't really want to make Julian answer a load of questions about what his parents had done to him.

So to Julian's surprise, when he sits down with Jake, he finds the interview is mostly about his work as a doctor - in a way, the kind of article he assumed Jake was going to write in Nor The Battle - with only a few light questions about the enhancements. Jake wraps it up, and Julian's like "That's it?!" and Jake just shrugs and tells him that if he thinks of anything else he'd like the public to know to just send it over, and he'll happily add it to the article - his deadline isn't until the end of the week. But adds that, otherwise, what they've got seems enough for him, and that he doesn't want to waste any more of Doctor Bashir's time.

And it's kind of worth it for the way Julian looks at him before giving him the softest, most sincere "Thank you, Jake" he's ever heard.

--

"...From our conversation, it's clear to me that Bashir's incredible skill as a doctor comes not from his genetic enhancements, but from an abundance of compassion and dedication to his patients..."

The article, unsurprisingly, is not exactly what his editor had been wanting, but nonetheless it does eventually get published. Unbeknownst to Jake, however, Julian starts receiving multiple requests for follow-up interviews, almost more aggressively than they were before, tantalised by what little had been said about his enhancements.

But, somehow, they don't seem to bother the doctor as much as they had before. And, even though it's stored word-for-word in his memory, he keeps finding himself picking up his PADD and clicking through to the article he's saved on it. He thinks he's closer to happy than he has been for a while.

[theoceansluvr]

Study Date Headcanons

warnings; none ! characters; percy jackson, jason grace, + leo valdez author's note; did i technically write a study date fic already ? yes. did i write it with my big 3 ? no !! also i wrote this during breaks on my AP psych assignments so it's a tad bit wonky.. T^T

PERCY JACKSON -

oh boy.. you guys rarely get any actual work done-

but it's very fun either way !

i feel like he has a self established award system so that for every problem he gets right, he gets a kiss..

which usually just ends in him asking super easy questions he already knows the answer to in order to get one.

"hey, the answer to #5 is y = 7.5 , right ?" "uhh.. yeah ? you've gone over that like five times-" "crazy ! i got the answer right though SOOO"

very ineffective method, but you still fall for it

in the scenario where you do get some work done, it's usually bc both of you procrastinated super hard

(we hate deadlines in his household !!)

anywho, lots of snacks too ! like blueberries, blue cookies his mom made, other various things to yer liking !

amazing with science for whatever reason ??? so go to him for help !!

i give him aaaaa 9.5/10 on the study date scale: only productive when necessary but worth it for the kisses !

JASON GRACE -

the most studious person on earth, literally has never missed a deadline !

except that one time but that's bc demigod stuff

has decent handwriting ??(he was raised by wolves okay :c) but enough that you can share notes with having to decipher anything

really good in english but simply bc latin influences on it

will study for like.. 3 hours straight without breaks so you have to grab him by the ear to relax and drink something other than cold coffee and flat red bull..

takes a crap ton of ap and honors classes it's unbelievable, so def the man to go to for anything !!

ermm classical music or pure silence, no in-between ! unless you play the music which is usually what happens

makes you tea/coffee before hand since it helps him focus so he just assumes it'll help you

not necessarily a study headcanon but if you share classes he ALWAYS partners up with you !

anyways, i got sidetracked 10/10 on the study date scale: very productive evening !

LEO VALDEZ -

MY BOYFRIEND EVER !!!

another ap and honors class taker so pls ask him for help in literally anything !

ESPECIALLY MATH 🗣️🗣️

probably takes like.. algebra 2 freshman year

anyways, not the most focused person but he gets his work done super fast despite that !

fast and correctly might i add, like it pisses teachers off when he talks on class and is like "oh i already finished !"

makes you dance with him during study breaks :3 doesn't matter how late it is or if yer in the library, yer dancing to whatever music is playing in the earbuds you guys are sharing

if he finishes his work early he either helps you or just.. stares at you longingly ?? very sappy

he also draws all over his notes so good luck trying to read them !

he gets an 12/10 on the study date scale: im bias + i hate math and would kill for this man to help me with it.. T^T

THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE- might start doing more multiple character works tbh.. anyways !! hope you enjoyed loves🩷 also it was very tempting to put connor in here :(( kinda wish i did but i have work to do !!

[torueater]

⋆ ꩜ ⋆ pairing: artstudent!gojo x artstudent!reader

synopsis: artstudent!gojo doesn't believe in prophetic dreams and all that--in fate (though it does make for a fun love story). he finds himself confused when there's been a recurring face in a few of his recent moments of unconsciousness. of all the background characters, one seems to stick -- he's even more surprised to see that the face in said dreams isn't just one he'd seen in passing when you show up to class as a new transfer.

wc: around 3780 (❁´◡`❁)

content: no explicit content (save for some kissing), art student satoru, art student reader, implied fem reader

a/n: 2nd fic on here !! this was supposed to be a drabble, ended up being extended a little (sort of has drabble vibes still I think). idea came while doing a painting! ᓚᘏᗢ

ArtStudent!Gojo's first attempt at a portrait without direct reference pulls from a face that��d only shown up in a couple dreams of his. The moonlit memory lingers in his mind, one face in particular latched to his hippocampus akin to how a tic would to flesh. How it’s so vivid this time now that he’s out of the state of unconsciousness is beyond him but reaching for the closest medium -- charcoal and his sketch pad feels like muscle memory. Like an incessant itch. This is the first time he can actually remember what dream-girl looks like, he won’t be stupid enough to wait till the image gets a chance to slip away like wisps of smoke in the air.

Charcoal smudges against slender, too-dexterous fingers, tips dusted in black. They press into the material to make rough strokes on the cotton fibers to map out the shape of a head, a nose – gentle slopes, a slightly rounded tip. Ridges and smooth dips of lips he remembers looking too soft even in his mind’s eye. He wonders how they’d dip under the press of his stained fingertips. Satoru doesn’t need to think, feels like sketching her comes as easy as breathing.

It’s rough. It’s rushed – like the image’ll slip from his mind if he takes too long to give it a proper form--the creases between his knuckles are black and temporarily messy with charcoal but… it’s almost angelic looking. Sublime, even. A radiant mirror of whoever the mystery girl is. Even with the image put to paper, he can’t piece together who the face is, where he’d seen her. Logic and a bit of searching tells him it’s possibly someone he’d seen in passing. More than likely someone in a crowd, even a face in a movie that had somehow become a fragment in his memory. There’s the possibility of it meaning someone new is about to enter his life but that one seems more farfetched than anything.

The image clings to his thoughts for the better half of 2 days, pressing into the edges of his mind before ultimately being shoved deeper into the recesses by the weight of more important things he had to worry about. An upcoming exam. A mixed media piece he’s yet to complete even with the nearing deadline. Unfinished sketches to add to his portfolio. He’s been slacking a bit, he knows that much. Knows it won’t take much to get back on track, but still.  

There are far better, far more important things to think about, to ruminate on than a mystery girl he had the deep sated urge to keep in a physical form. Not forgotten though. Never that.

ArtStudent!Gojo knows better than to do this shit ever again. The reminder to never ever put his assignments off till he’s all filled with nerves and needing to rush to get them done well is properly cemented in his mind from this point on. He’d damn near crammed assignments into any bit of free time he thought he’d have. Free time his ass. Up till yesterday, a 7 hour energy, his canvas, thick paints and an array of brushes had been his only companions. Paint to fabric, precise even strokes, darkness of the night not stopping the zone he’s settled into. Exhaustion tugs at his eyelids and he’s only aware of having knocked out when the morning sun greets him, bowed into his now dried canvas. “Shit!”

The smudge of paint on the canvas is one thing but he barely has enough time to brush his teeth and to wash the wayward blot of paint off his forehead before he’s bolting out his dorm – nine minutes to get to the art room. The sun is on high by now, colours of the day too bright and sharp for how little sleep he’s running on. His limbs feel all heavy, half groggy as he runs – shoulder knocking into someone else’s hard enough to make them stumble, “Fuck--sorry,” he calls over his shoulder, half hearted, barely looking.  A quick flash of her hair, momentary glimpse at her features before he keeps moving.

By the time he makes it to class, the thought is already fading from his mind. He sketches for today, graphite scratching against a Strathmore sheet, switching between mediums for more variation. Black smudges colour pale fingertips, angular cheekbones streaked with the same darkness here and there from moments when he absently rubs at his face or leans into his palm. Only now, settled into the rhythm of his sketching, one singular thought creeps back in from earlier. Huh. He hadn’t gotten a good look but the girl from earlier sort of resembled—

He cuts the thought off with a quiet huff, tilt of his mouth miniscule. As if.

Even the idea itself is stupid. Maybe the hair colour, sure. The side profile, possibly, if he’d gotten a proper look it would be clear. But it’s entirely unlikely. Not that he can be too sure with the rush he’d been in. 

But like…maybe?

The side profile—even from that small glimpse—had been fairly similar to- Nope. He cuts the thought off again with a shake of his head, thumb pressing into the grain of the paper to smear out a too rough line. Mind’s just playing tricks on me. He’s not even sure why he’s still thinking about ‘Dream girl’ as he’d coined her. Real creative there.

It’s only 2 days after that where they’re meeting a new face, where he wonders if his mind is playing a game. He’d been halfway through a sketch, hunched over a fresh page of his pad. Just until you’re actually introducing yourself – figures it’d be rude to not have his attention on you the first time you’re meeting. 

ArtStudent!Gojo at least tries to gaslight himself into thinking that you don’t look like the girl he’d sketched twice already, flipping back to the page in his sketchbook, glancing between it and you (more the side of your head from how you’re now sat) as you’re briefly introduced to the class. Smile shy, glancing around to give a polite wave–-No way. It does look like you. Maybe a slight difference, a beauty mark somewhere he couldn’t have guessed, the shape of your brows. But besides that? Yeah…it checks out. It’s nothing dramatic, no slo-mo, no cinematic gasp from a live audience. Just you sat in your seat near the front, sketchpad pulled out to catch up on the exercise.

Like sure, he’d hoped to see the person plaguing his thoughts, had joked about it here and there. But to have it coming at him full force and out of the blue like a stray baseball to the face – it’s a bit much.

He’d caught the words transfer student from the professor and not much else. If you’d just transferred, how’d he even know your face well enough to have him dreaming of you? More than once at that? 

Flipping to the 2nd fresh page of the day, he lets the charcoal map out the familiar shapes of features he hadn’t drawn in days. Third sketch’s the charm right? It’s easier to get the details almost spot on now that he’s seen you. The placement of the mole on your face, the tilt of your lips when you smile. 

He obviously doesn’t bring up the dreams and sketching stuff. Of course he doesn’t. It kind of seems creepy when he thinks on it with a clear head. ArtStudent!Gojo is anything but shy, and he does what he does best in the whirlwind of confusion – acts completely normal. Turns on that effortless charm of his and makes conversation despite the internal mess. You’re as nice as ever and you two are easy friends.

The mystery solves itself soon enough, you having transferred from another course on campus, the likelihood of seeing you not that small with how close the two buildings are. Maybe he’d seen you on his way to class some time. Makes far more sense than this being some fate-driven meeting between you two. How insane would that be? 

ArtStudent!Gojo has colour steadily rising up the snowiness of his skin when he’s found himself sketching you again in the comfort of a now empty art room. At least it’s supposed to be empty -- clearly it’s not with you stood behind him scanning the portrait with a grin. Another one of you, number #4. 

“It’s like you’ve been studying me.” You’re really, really fucking impressed. A bit in awe. All the angles are right, he’d captured your essence almost perfectly. “Is this the only one?”

He tries to think of a way out of this, an excuse. Maybe saying it isn’t you would work? He knows it won’t because he’s unfortunately apparently blessed with the artistic gift of modern-day Rembrandt and it looks exactly like you.  You disregard the lack of response, biting back your rising grin. “Mm, you missed my earrings, though.” You dip a little more into his space, fingers pressed over his lengthy ones, guiding the pencil over to one ear, tracing the shape of a hoop, then the next. “There we go. Now it looks like me.” 

You surprisingly…don’t find it weird? Maybe because he’s overly pretty and crazy nice and you don’t get a future stalker vibe from your new snow-haired art buddy (you hope so at least). You’d been friends for about a week or two and you feel like you’d come to trust him far too easily, but he hadn’t exactly made it hard. He’d offered up the sketch and an awkward apology that you’d just laughed at. A request for a portrait in colour is your idea of a better apology. And he agrees, obviously.

Gojo thinks he needs to get a grip. He really, seriously needs to get a grip on himself. It’s been what, 2 months at this point? 2 months and some change at best, and yet he folds so easily to the shape of you. All things you. You smiling at him, you laughing at his stupid jokes and not calling him corny. Not all the time at least. The way light catches in your eyes, the way you handle oil paints like you’re Jan van Eyck himself. You’re so talented, so so talented and kind and he thinks he loves really likes you a lot! As a friend. You guys are friends! #Artbuddies and all that. He at least tries to play it off to himself as an appreciation for beauty, to things that pique his interest. What’s an artist without appreciation for beautiful things, right? He’d grown up on this! Poets bleeding their everlasting love into stanzas, artists pouring their emotions onto blank canvases in a cacophony of colours. Giving love lots of like comes easy to him because he just has so much to give (to you). 

Okay. He’s not one to act like a spade isn’t a spade, he knows he has a big ol’ crush on you. The self-gaslighting doesn’t work no matter how hard he’d tried and at this point he finds more use in not deluding himself any longer. He liked you in a not-friendly way, so what? People developed crushes all the time. A crush was fine and it’s not like he’s in love love with you.You’ve given no sign that you feel the same, he doesn’t want to get in too deep.

But you make it so hard. Gojo thinks he may be going a little bit crazy. Thinks he should’ve known he’d been doomed from the start. Completely, irrevocably doomed.

And boy…is he a sucker for it. He’s always been one for the arts, for the idea of romance in poetic forms. One for sappy rom coms, for love letters. For good love stories. To think he’d find himself in one slowly unraveling itself. 

It’s the way you exist so effortlessly-- so damn easygoing, completely unbothered by the fact that he’s accidentally (debatable) turned you into his muse. As if this is the most natural thing in the world. Not creeped out but reveling in it, in his attention. Like it isn’t weird at all that his hands know the angles of your face better than his own at this point. It’d never gotten to the point of being creepy, he’d never crossed any lines. You’re over often to sketch together, something about company ‘allowing the creative juices to flow’ or something along those lines. He doesn’t care for the justification, he thinks he’d let you in even if you’d shown up unannounced.

The designated space for art in his off campus apartment is surprisingly spacious, ceiling length windows shielded by equally long curtains that are pulled aside to give a clear view of the ambience of the city at night. Your weight is ever-present against his side, tucked close and watching him sketch. He doesn’t make you feel like a nuisance so you don’t see the point in moving. He’d gone again and left an assignment for last minute and here you were being so great and keeping him company. It’s realism this time, a landscape of some sort that he’s doing finishing touches on using acrylics. It’s nice to see him in his element, funny to see him smear paint on his chin when he forgets he’d used that same finger to quickly blend a spot on the canvas. Just the lightest streaks. “Always messy. Y’got paint all over your face.” An exaggeration of course, there’s a few spots of colour but it’s nothing crazy just yet. A hum is his answer, brushwork still precise. “Messy? Nuh-uh, these are the marks of a true artist.” What was better than telling people you’d just been painting when they see the colours on your flesh, right? Real artist he says, drawing a small laugh from you. Sure. 

A hand reaches for his chin to tilt his face to yours, thumb swiping over the streak that doesn’t even shift on his skin. Part of you wants to mom him and just lick your thumb to swipe it off but you think against it, “Dried too quickly. It’s not even budging.” You scrub at it again, completely oblivious to his loosened grip on his brush, his attention fixed solely on you as his thoughts drain at the simplest touch. He snaps out of it when you glance up at him, quick to think of something witty to bridge the silence, own thumb dipping into paint the same shade as that of the blue on his cheek. “It’s okay. We’ll just match.” It’s not that you don’t register what he says but he’s swiping a matching streak along your cheekbone before you can even lean away. “Gojo!” “What? We’re matching! Artist buddies?” Retaliation comes in a line of yellow on his cheek, scampering away from his side because it’s war from that point on. 

You’re up and running. One quick—failed—dodge on his part (then yours) and there’s more yellow on his jaw, a green stripe across your forehead. It’s messy, you’re both messy with paint. It’s chaos, stupidly fun.  You’re smearing blue fingers near his mouth, spread near his lips. 

You’re a squealing mess as you try to dodge him once more you fail, thick corded arm banding around your midsection, free hand moving to smear red on your mouth like lipstick. A contrast to the blue near his own mouth.  You suck in a breath, ribs hurting a bit from all the laughing, hands lifted in surrender above where he has you held. “Okay, okay! Truce, white flag!” Your weight presses backward into his chest without thinking too much, catching your breath, still giggling in between. “Truce. You said we’re artist buddies.” Yeah, artist buddies.  

ArtStudent!Gojo is so talented, so smart and such a good friend to have…but so very dimwitted at the worst times. You’re not sure if you’re the one to blame here but you’d made your interest clear enough, no? The coming over, touchy nature, always smiling at him? Not crazy clear signs but come on, you were trying here. The sign is as red as ever and basically calling out to him (right now for example!).

Your head tips back onto his chest to look at him and gosh, he’s right there. As handsome as he usually is, heart an unsteady drum against the confines of your ribs that suddenly feels ridiculously loud. Cerulean pools flicker to your red-smeared lips, your own dipping to his ultramarine pair. His gaze is momentary but it’s more than enough for heat to pool in places past the underside of your cheeks and the tips of your ears. Has your heart racing in a way that has nothing to do with your little horseplay from before. You cock a brow in question.

ArtStudent!Gojo is a little tired of dancing around whatever it is between you two, head dipping before he can let himself think too much – ridding himself of the wholly uncharacteristic cowardice of inaction in regards to romance (seemingly only brought about by you.) It’s light, a bump more than anything, too blue lips against your red. It’s all clumsy, quick and not well thought out – he pulls back before you can decide to do anything about it but suck in a breath and that alone has him still like he’d been zapped. 

“Fuck.” His hold loosens on you at a comically fast pace, paint-coated fingers hovering midair, palms outward as if physically keeping himself from reaching for you again. As if in surrender. It’s far too easy to stumble over his words, to be a blushing loser around you and only you. He’s quick to act, something of an apology forming on his lips. “I wasn’t thinking. Shit, no -- I mean-- I was but I just wouldn’t kiss you like that—” Wait, that’s not good either, clearly isn’t from the lift of one of your brows. Poor choice of words. Poor, poor choice. He swallows thickly, waving his hands, licking at his bottom lip as he thinks, making a face at the sort of earthy tinge of paint on his tastebuds. He usually had way better game than this, really. “Y’know I don’t mean I wouldn’t kiss you. I wasn’t planning on doing it now. Like – paint in the mouth?” The earthy tang fills his mouth again as if reacting to being mentioned. “But you were all close,” And pretty, “I thought—I thought maybe, but I wasn’t sure—"

“Gojo, shut up.” You’d chuffled, clearly amused. Heat licks at your skin where he’d touched, lips remembering the imprint of his on yours, even if momentary. “Huh?” He looks borderline panicked, it makes you want to laugh some more. 

“I said shut up.” If the words hadn’t stunned him to silence, the curl of your colourful fingers against the back of his neck would have done the trick, mouth on his before he can spiral into a longer monologue on not kissing you without asking, and boundaries. Nice of him to apologize though, makes the kiss a little more deserved. 

Unlike his it’s less clumsy, less unsure. A proper kiss (sort of). The angle is awkward, your head is tilted up and your neck hurts a little, but it feels so good to be kissing him again, a little neck pain isn’t much to think about.  “Mmh..” His reciprocation comes right before you can pull back, knees bent as much as they need to to keep you from craning your neck, lips melding together. The contact is visceral, lips not exactly hungry but intentional. Firm, movements of his mouth feeling too practiced against yours. Soft sighs and breaths mutually exchanged into each other’s mouths -- blue and yellow mixing in his ivory strands as you tug, brings him closer to your own mouth as if you aren’t close enough. 

You pull back soon enough, hands still in his hair, his world properly shifted on its axis. Fabric of his existence permanently altered. 

For all that sweet, smooth talking charm in his arsenal, he’s awfully quiet right now. 

“Uh.”

Real articulate. God, he should just die.

The grin that spreads on your mouth is slow as if trying to keep it down, swiping at his now purple mouth, gaze moving from there to his hair. The patch painted a reddish green from your fingers. You’re so close. Soooclose and so pretty and you smell like you and look like you and--

The little call of your assigned nickname for him has him glancing down again, swallowing as his head tilts. “Can I just..” He doesn’t know how to ask exactly, isn’t sure if it’s necessary, you’d been kissing just moments ago. “I’m g’nna kiss you again. Yeah?” The press of his mouth down on yours is a welcome familiarity, he doesn’t feel the need to pull back when you breath in again this time around, nerves evaporated for the most part. Fingers with swipes of paint are firm cradling your face, dipped into your height, head tilted to slot his mouth against yours properly like he’s trying to memorize the shape of it. Swipes his tongue into your mouth, gets a good taste of paint. Jeez.

A muffled giggle against his mouth breaks the tense air, hands still in his hair sliding down to his nape. “..Look at what you started, Satoru. Paint everywhere.” His own thumb swipes at your matching purple, lips soft to the touch. Finally aware of how they’d feel under the press of stained fingertips. Go figure. Yeah, he’s a little in love with you, he’s sure of it now. Not friendly love. A sappy, gross, ‘fuck, I’m so screwed’ kind of love? Yeah, maybe.

“Oops.” He doesn’t feel sorry in the slightest, doesn’t think he can after the escalation caused by the childish paint smearing. Another kiss-quick and light- pressed to the corner of your mouth, a soft hum against your skin. “We look like idiots. Try to avoid swallowing by the way.” You’re sure your teeth are a little purple – you think they are since you can taste paint every time you speak. Gross. “Let’s hope it washes out well.”

extra:

You've been scrubbing at your lips for the better half of 5 minutes at this point. Soap on its own, fingers as the tool. Then soap and a cloth. The paint is at least not crusty on your skin – you don’t appreciate the purple tinge around your mouth or the barely held back laugh from the man next to you sporting a similar stain, though. “At least we’re matching again.” 

You suppose you are.

You both have purple tinged mouths over the weekend.

additional a/n: jan van eyck - painter renowned for his revolutionizing of oil painting, 2. rembrandt - dutch golden age painter really good at portraits.

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[bleaksqueak]

just wanted to say, as a fellow artist, THANK YOU for talking about shortcuts 🙏🙏 ive had baggage over not doing art """properly""" (re: the repetitive frustrating way just to prove i can), and im finally letting myself use tricks like warping and textured brushes and such, but i still feel weird sometimes. then i see a batshit amazing artist like you uses them, and i feel better. so thanks 😭 (and yes aye-eye is not included in this, mass theft isnt a shortcut)

The great thing about baggage is you can and absolutely should work up to just checking that crap in at the front desk and then conveniently forget to ever pick it back up~ Seriously though, it's no problem, and I'm glad to hear you're loosening up with it! If it helps, shortcuts are drilled into you if you work professionally in art. The only people who don't use shortcuts who work professionally are people who simply don't want to (be it stubbornly or out of enjoyment) and people who can afford to (names so big that deadlines will either be lenient or are dictated by the artist themself) The urgency to do everything the painstakingly hard way is, weirdly enough, a mindset most common in hobbyist spaces. People who want to do it that way (out of enjoyment, out of pride) are more than welcome to do it (as I'll sometimes just do slow crosshatching, no special brushes, because I find it relaxing)... but those who insist others do it or they aren't a real artist are often speaking from a position of bad faith, or are repeating what they had drilled into them by another hobbyist or their childhood/teen year art teachers, *or* are doing it to place themselves on a pedestal competitively. So, basically! Do things manually if you feel like it, but also know that there's hardly a "pro" out there that doesn't utilize a lot of fun little tricks and shortcuts. We still do it by our artistry, which is where the line is drawn with generated bullshit (also, you know, it's theft), but I guess a good way to look at it is like this: When you're drawing a piece of storytelling art or a comic page and the character has an elaborate costume with chains (my own character's lapel pins... we can look at Spawn, or a Nomura character and their department store of belts)...What's more important? The intricate detail of the chain, proving you can do it (again and again and again, since every angle would need to be drawn anew) Or the character acting, the composition, the atmosphere? It's the aspects that tell something about the character, the action, and the story that are always going to win out and matter, meaning that chain is just busy work-- a prime candidate for a quick swipe of a chain brush, or if you're me, this little friend:

So, yeah!! At the end of the day, the most important thing is to do what brings you joy or what meets your goal. I do love drawing clothes and I love details (love patterns and gold details especially)... but I also love finishing my work and shortcuts allow me to focus on the charcter acting and the atmosphere instead! Go forth and don't feel guilty. So long as you're not stealing from anyone and having fun, you're not doing anything wrong.

[ppssession]

Pre-Graduation Project

Vika, a student in the Engine and Invention major, will graduate in a few weeks. Students in the faculty must submit their invented projects to their teachers to receive the final score that will determine whether they graduate or not.

But this is the fourth time that Mr. Biya, his professor in his department, has rejected his work. Now he doesn't have enough time to think or do anything, so he said to Mr. Biya in despair.

Vika: Professor, this is the fourth time you have rejected my work. If you continue to be stubborn like this, I will not be able to graduate.

Professor Biya: Yes, I know, but your work is too bad for me to pass.

Vika: What should I do when you've rejected my work four times already? I need better advice than I've ever received.

Professor Biya thought for a moment before looking up and considering it before speaking. “Then can you continue my old project? I did it when I was young, but I never used it. It would be nice if someone could take over this project until it was finished.”

Vika agreed immediately. He didn't have time to think because the deadline for the project was approaching. If he didn't agree, he might not be able to graduate.

Professor Biya: Good. Then you can meet me here on Saturday evening.

Vika: Okay, see you later, teacher.

As Vika walked out, Professor Biya's face showed an evil smile.

On Saturday evening, Vika came to see Professor Biya after finishing his gym session. When he saw Professor Biya, he greeted him in a friendly manner.

Professor Biya didn't care much. He ordered Vika to follow him to his house to bring the invention to further develop. Even though Vika was a little curious about what this project was, he kept his curiosity and followed him.

When he got home, he found a chair that was just the right size for a man with wires covering the back of the chair. Vika asked him with curiosity.

What is it? Professor Boya quickly answered, it is a special massage chair. Those wires are wires that send electric currents through the muscles to relax them, so it is more than just a vibrating massage chair. It can also help reduce fatigue after exercise and restore muscle tone.

Vika: That's good. I'll develop it further. When Vika was about to take the massage chair, the teacher stopped him.

Teacher Biya: Wait a minute.

Vika was startled in confusion.

Professor Biya: The machine hasn't been turned on for a while. I want to test it before you take it. Can you help me test if it still works? Since you just finished exercising, Professor Biya asked thoughtfully.

Vika confidently replied: Sure, teacher. It's just a small matter. After she finished speaking, Vika immediately sat down on the massage chair.

When Vika sat down, Master Biya started plugging in the massage chair. Before he could turn it on, Master Biya put a strange device on Vika's head. Vika asked curiously, is it necessary?

Professor Biya quickly replied that it was not necessary, but for the completeness of the massage, I recommend wearing it so that it can effectively massage your head. When that was done, Vika did not object and allowed Professor Biya to wear the strange device on his head.

When the machine started it wobbled back and forth. At first Vika could hardly feel how the chair was relaxing, but soon he felt strangely comfortable.

The sensation of the massage was like a dozen hands expertly pressing on various points on his body. It was extremely effective. Not only that, he felt a slight lightness, making him feel sleepy. His muscles were greatly relaxed. It was so comfortable that Vika couldn't stand it. Suddenly, his consciousness gradually faded and he slowly fell asleep. The image in front of Master Biya was this.

This evil face of Master Biya was revealed when Vika fell asleep. He walked over and took out a strange device that was the same as Vika's and put it on himself.

When it was finished, Master Biya sat down on the sofa. Then Master Biya's body shook, his eyes rolled back, and Biya's voice moaned at the same time as Vika's body started to tremble as well.

Master Biya's body gradually lost consciousness. On the contrary, Vika's sleeping body violently twitched and groaned in her throat. The muffled sound was mixed with the sound of the massage chair. When the last moan escaped her throat, Vika's eyes widened before an evil smile followed.

Vika's body rose up. He removed the strange device from his head and rubbed his face with his hands. "Yes, this is what I want to be young, haha."

Vika's body rose up. He removed the strange device from his head and rubbed his face with his hands. "Yes, this is what I want to be young, haha."

Vika didn't know that the massage chair she was using could be used to enter the body of the person who used special electric currents. The original self would gradually decrease in level to accommodate the new self to replace it. When you fall asleep, it is like the new self is ready to replace it.

Okay, now I'm Vika. Although it's a pity that I have to lose my position as a teacher, it's worth it to exchange for this kind of youth.

Biya in Vika's body walked out as if nothing had happened. He walked to the gym where Vika usually played. Even though someone asked what Vika was doing back because he had only been out for a few hours, Biya in Vika's body was able to answer clearly and confidently that he had finished his business.

Then Bia tried using Vika's body for 2 hours of exercise. He really liked this body. Who wouldn't like a strong body that's different from our old body? Haha. After finishing exercising, Vika, who was soaking wet, went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

The naked Vika noticed the impressive penis of the new body. He did not miss the chance to test its manhood. He started to massage and grind it with his hands. It did not take long for it to become erect and fight against him.

Soon Vika's hand started to speed up, the new Vika chased after his climax, soon hot semen gushed out of his penis, when the aftershock occurred, Vika breathed heavily, slowly losing energy from the fun activity with herself, it must be like this.

The following week

Biya in Vika's body received news that his old body was found dead. Luckily, before moving into Vika's body, Biya had already filled in the final project score, so he had no problem. On graduation day, Biya in Vika's body had a lot of fun today. "It was definitely a good idea to choose this body, haha."

Okay, that's it. It was just a request from me a few weeks ago. Hopefully he's not mad at me. LOL. See you next time. Oh yeah, someone asked me if I could write about Jake Andrich. I'll answer him in this post. Sure, but I don't know when. LOL. See you next time. Bye.

[illubean]

Omg the zoldyck!reader hcs were so cute!! If there aren't too many requests rn can you do something where reader went to the hunter exam to keep illumi from fucking w/ Killua too much? i.e reader knows pin guy is illumi but won't tell Killua because they don't wanna get murked and is also secretly communicating w/ illumi.

Killua's Defense

Characters: Killua Zoldyck, Illumi Zoldyck Type: Oneshot, Gn!reader, Zoldyck!reader

HAHA SORRY THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG IT TOOK A LOT OF THOUGHT

Warnings: Illumi being a poopie head

Being a descendant of a well known family of assassins meant a lot of things. It meant you were destined to continue the family business, get payed by random people without questioning their motifs but also a lot of times it required you to travel. Your family got requests and offers from all over, meaning easy access to round trips is very beneficial.

Which is why you along with your twin brother decided to take the exam. He was much more serious about the whole assassin thing than you though. To him, the family and his job was what made up his entire life and in his mind there was no room for anything else. You, however, thought there was more to life and fully supported the idea of having hobbies and making friends.

Since he was so serious, Illumi decided to alter his appearance for the duration of the exam. You honestly didn't see much of a point in this, especially considering there were very few if not zero people who knew the faces and identities of the Zoldyck family. But whatever, it's his life.

Illumi's little disguised proved somewhat useful though, because your baby brother Killua happened to be there. You loved all your siblings dearly, but Killua always had a closer bond with you than anyone else. You were the only one who ever bothered playing with him while he was growing up, which naturally caused him to favor you over the rest of the family. You couldn't have been more proud of him when you found out he had run away from home. You fully supported him in taking control of his own life, hoping he'll end up finding something that really would make him happy.

Eventually, you parted ways with Illumi because his weird clown friend showed up. You kept in contact with him via cellphone, but knew you probably wouldn't use it very often.

When Killua first spotted you, he had no idea how to feel. You were his favorite sibling and he trusted that you wouldn't force him to do anything, but he still had his suspicions.

"What are you doing here? You're not here to take me back are you!?"

"No, Killua, I'm not. I just need a hunter license for a job."

He let out a sigh of relief before looking around and asking you another question.

"Illumi isn't here, is he?"

You felt bad for lying to him but at the same time it was probably best for him not to know. If he did, he would just be under unnecessary stress and it would cause an argument between you and your twin that you rather not have.

The next time you met up with Illumi was on Zevil Island. The two of you had allready collected the badges you needed and he was talking to freaky clown dude. You payed him no mind because you rather not interact with that guy.

"I take it you've seen Killua around," you stated.

"Yes, I have. And I intend to bring him back home after the exam is over."

"Stop meddling in his life Illumi. He's old enough to think for himself and if he decides he doesn't want to be at home then-"

"That's not how father raised us, Y/n. It is our job to serve our family and carry on it's legacy," he says, cutting you off while beginning to dig.

"I'm going to sleep until the deadline," he then turns to his friend. "Best of luck."

And with that, he buried himself underground. You huffed in annoyance and clenched your fist before yelling at the pile of dirt before you.

"Dad didn't raise us to be control freak manipulators either!! You- you...you gopher!!"

Your brother's jester friend chuckled at you, causing you to shoot him a glare before storming off.

As the final phase of the exam rolled around, things weren't looking too good. Killua's next opponent just had to be Illumi. didn't it? You watched with an unsettling feeling at the bottom of your stomach. Your poor baby brother stood there trembling as Illumi spoke.

"You're not cut out to be a hunter. You were born for one purpose; to be an assassin."

At this you took a step foreword.

"That's enough Illumi. Mom only wanted you to check on him, this is too far."

He ignored you as he continued his speech.

"You're a puppet of darkness, devoid of passion. There is nothing you desire, nor is there anything you wish for. As one who lives in the shadows the only pleasure you're capable of is derived from causing death. Because that's how dad and I raised you."

You grit your teeth at this before taking another step towards the ring, getting stopped by a man and reminded of the rules. If you stepped on to the ring you would be disqualified.

Before you could start screaming your head off at your deranged twin, Killua began to stand up for himself. You couldn't be prouder of him for finding out what he wanted from life.

Then Illumi starts to tear Killua down again. Some tall guy with glasses begins to yell words of encouragement at Killua. After Illumi's threat to kill Gon, you stood protectively in front of the door along with 3 of the other contestants.

"Oh what a pain. I need to acquire a hunters license right now so I can do my job. But if I kill them, I'll fail, and Kil will pass automatically. Oh no, the same thing will happen if I kill gon! Hm.....wait! I'll pass the exam then kill Gon!"

"You know you could've kept that monologue to yourself, right?" You sassed. "Even if you do pass and go after Gon, I won't let you."

"Poor, little Y/n. You've always been so soft. Your emotions is what makes you weak."

"Shut up! You're supposed to have our family's best interest in mind, right? Then let Killua go out and make friends! It's his job to decide what he wants."

The black haired man simply chooses to ignore you and continues to threaten Gon's life. And to antagonize Killua. Everything you and glasses guy were yelling from the sidelines went in one ear and out through the other as Killua gave in to the pressure of Illumi's aura and forfeit the match.

"Haha, I lied Kil. I was never going to kill Gon. That was only a test to see what your made of, and now I know for certain. You are simply not qualified to make friends. Not that you need any."

As both of them left the ring you could tell something was off with your younger brother. You glared at Illumi, your face saying 'I'll deal with you later' but he payed no mind. Right when the next match was about to begin, Killua walked up and killed the old man without uttering a single word and left the facility.

He was now disqualified.

Imagine your surprise when you saw Gon march in and demand that Illumi apologize to Killua. And how you were even more surprised that he not only managed to flip a grown man, but also break his arm.

As you watched the little green boy confront your brother and listened to the blonde one along with the glasses guy try to reason with Netero, you were happy he was able to find such good friends. Gon was a good kid with pure intentions, and the other two were willing to publicly defend him.

After the whole orientation thing, Gon and Co. approached Illumi to ask about where Killua might be as you stood off to the side. As they left you followed them, waiting until Illumi was out of earshot to call for Gon's attention.

"Huh?"

"If you want to get to Kukuroo mountain there's a tour bus that takes you to the outside of our property. You'll need to pass through our testing gates to reach the estate or else our 900 pound guard dog will kill you."

"Oh, thanks a lot! But why are you helping us?"

"Because Killua could really use friends like you guys. You're a good kid and I trust that you'll make him happy. I would lead you there myself but I have my other brother to deal with, good luck."

You stormed back towards Illumi and slapped him in the back of the head. He let it happen of course, considering he could hear your angry footsteps from a mile away. No matter how angry you were at him, there wasn't much you could do. Fighting him would be useless, considering you're both at about the same strength and skill level and verbally berating him doesn't have any affect. But you chose to do the 2nd one anyways.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You know, this is why you're Killua's least favorite. All you do is try to boss him around and control his life. Seriously, do you have anything better to do?"

"Kil is the next in line to be the head of our family, I'm just making sure that he will be able to do so without any distractions."

"Newsflash Illumi: he's 12. You're 24. If anything, you should be next so why don't you go find a wife or something. And how come you're allowed to have your fruity party clown friend but Killua can't have any? Seriously, I much prefer the boy over that creep."

Illumi stopped walking and turned towards you.

"Hisoka is an acquaintance. Not a friend."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Defend your jester boyfriend," you say, rolling your eyes. You stepped closer to the man before you and looked him in the eyes as you spoke once more.

"Let Killua have this. If you decide to go after him, trust me you will be dealt with."

[ysaefinn]

I saw your post about mean mommy sugu and I loved it so much!! You are literally one of my favorite writers and make me feel less weird about the stuff I like since i know its more niche (mommy sugu!!)

I wanted to ask how he would react with a darling who has a deadline and refuses to go to bed even though he's asking nicely. I know you said he only gets mean when you purposefully hurt yourself so would putting off your sleep so adamantly warrent mean mommy?!

He's all like "my little darling I told you it's time for bed we need to brush your teeth" and you're just like "No! Leave me alone i told you I have to get this done tonight"

Again I love your work!! Can I be 🦖 anon? 🫶🫶

OMG ANON HELLO HAIII!!!!! Im sooooo you found me YOU SHOULDN'T BE ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU'RE INTO!!!!! Not to sound self-centered but I think everyone should love and embrace him, if you haven't accepted him as your husband by now you're just in denial /j

AND OF YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS??? IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE LIKE?????? STOP IT RN ANON I LOVE U I LOVE U SO SO SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA TYSM FOR BEING HERE YOU ARE RIGHT WHERE YOU SHOULD BE 😭

Now...mommy sugu and overworked stubborn reader, i don't think he would be AS mean as he was on that post bcuz he understands!!! And he's so proud of you for all the work you're putting into succeeding, he really really only what's best for you, but when things get out of control is when he starts to pester you more.

It starts with gentle little reminds to "please come to bed, I can't sleep without my baby" Then he gets a little more stern each time you duck to avoid being scooped up, he realy does want to give you your space but eventually he snaps TOT he's already crashing out bcuz this is a burden he can't carry for you, and you're just making it worse by not listening. So one night when you're getting ready to take put ur notes he just grabs your books, puts them on top of the fridge, scoops you up into his arms and takes you to bed 😭😭 ANON HE WILL GET HIS WAY YOU ARE NOT WINNING!!!!!! suguru completely leaving you alone at times like these isn't ever going to happen, hus hands literally itch to hold you and touch you and cradle you to sleep, and mind you he's STILL being nice!! Still being gentle all smiles and coos petting your head and cooing that he understands but you still need to look after yourself!!!

Anon,,,, the switch up, the SWITCH UP WHEN HE CATCHES YOU TRYING TO SNEAK AWAY FROM HIM god that's when he gets mean. A cold menacing narrow-eyed death stare radiating PURE RAW UNFILTERED DISAPPOINTMENT he is not happy and you can't handle it no matter how tough you think you are </////3 he's towering over you and with his voice devoid of the usual warmth and softness asks "what do you think you're doing?" "Didn't i tell you that it was time for a break?" " Are you purposefully trying to hurt yourself?" "You said you'd be good" "do you realize how much it hurts me to see you like this?" HE DOESN'T EVEN MEAN TO SCARE YOU OR ANYTHING he is just being honest when you're clearly tired and it pains him to see you like this he wants to lock you up in a padded room. He does eventually realize that he shook you up with the way he confronted you and ends up apologizing and promising to be gentler next time, but you'll have to learn to listen to him too, keep him happy by keeping yourself safe and he won't have to be mean to you!!!!

AND ANON OFC!!!! 🦖emoji is all yours WELCOME ABOARD!!!!!

[kikiyoomis]

hehe sorry for the sudden request but I've been really keeping this on my mind for so SO long and like can u pretty please make a fanfic with tsukishima or with any hq character u want with the trope "someone who believes they're hard to love" while the other person "loves them like its breathing" wuhsuehshhehe u get it rigghtt??!!!

tsukishima kei - "i'm hard to love" "loving you is like it's breathing"

you think it's all too good to be true. the way you're casually sitting across your boyfriend who used to be your long time crush since high school on a random tuesday just to have lunch together. the way you're still surprised about the fact that he reciprocated your feelings has your heart fluttering every time you thought about the day you two got together.

but sometimes you think you go overboard with your love. maybe it's because you have loved tsukishima for such a long time that you're just so excited to know that he loves you too. you want to be with him every second of the day, talk to him about everything on you mind and so much more. sometimes at the end of the day, after tsukishima walks you home, you think about whether or not you're too demanding from the relationship.

you want him to love you as easy as it was for you to love him but you can't help but worry about it. this was your first ever serious relationship and you don't want it to end up in flames.

tsukishima doesn't do anything outside of what he needs to do and what he's interested in. but what if your love was too much and he is no longer interested. what if you were too hard to love so he just decides enough is enough one day. you know he won't have any issues with breaking up with you if he can't do it anymore.

and that's what scares you the most.

you look down at the ramen you had ordered for lunch and noticed some extra pieces of meat that you know you didn't order in your bowl. glancing over at tsukishima's bowl you noticed that despite ordering the same ramen, you had twice as much meat and tsukishima has a lack of meat in his bowl.

"did you... give me the meat from your bowl?" you ask cautiously.

tsukishima takes a bite out of his ramen and wipes his mouth before speaking.

"you need the protein more than i do," he says casually, as if it wasn't anything he really thought too much of.

"but you're the athlete... here take my bowl i'll eat yours instead," you say pushing your bowl towards him. tsukishima looks at you almost incredulously.

"but i have my other means of getting protein. you haven't been eating well lately so you should eat it instead."

"you... noticed it?" although it wasn't deliberate, you have been skipping your meals in order to meet your deadlines. but it wasn't anything serious, you just stopped eating lunch nowadays and you've lost your appetite recently so you don't eat much anymore for dinner. just a filling breakfast works well for you.

"how could i not notice? i notice every little thing about you," tsukishima says with a soft smile.

"but..." you want to rebut him but nothing comes to mind.

"but what? it's the something i should do as your boyfriend."

oh, it's something he believes he should do as your boyfriend. maybe you were wearing him out too much...

"y/n, why do you look so sad? is there something bothering you?" tsukishima asks worriedly.

"i'm sorry, i'll take care of myself better so that it won't be a bother to you"

"bother to me? why would it be a bother to me? i just want you to be healthy."

"but it's making more work for you. i know my love is already overbearing so please don-"

"overbearing? who said that?" tsukishima's face grows with concern.

"no one! i just thought that i might be making extra work for you and i know you're already really busy so i don't want to be giving you a hard time on top of that!"

"you're my s/o though, how would this be extra work for me?"

"because i think sometimes i just ask too much of you"

tsukishima has an upset look on his face. you know this is it. the final push. maybe you shouldn't have said anything in the first place. maybe asking him out was already asking for too much.

you stare into your ramen, afraid that you really did mess it all up. there's an awkward silence between you and tsukishima. but while it was quiet between you, there was so much running through your head.

"i had a feeling you thought like that," tsukishima finally says. you feel your heart clench and everything hurts. you don't want to hear the rest of it, not when the best part of your life is coming to a close.

"but i didn't agree to your confession just because. i know i don't show it but i really do love you. i love you so much that i think that what i do for you isn't enough. you make it so easy for me to love you that i think it's easier than breathing."

you look up at him and tsukishima has the softest smile and the gentlest expression you have ever seen on him. he looks like someone who is completely and utterly head over heels in love. it's the first time you've seen him look like this. and to see that he's looking at you...

"but kei, i know i'm hard to love," you mumble.

"says who? who's opinion matters here more than mine?"

you chuckle a little to yourself, happy for his reassurance.

the two of you finish your meal and tsukishima pulls out his wallet to pay. on the way back home, you walk quietly beside him. the silence was comfortable. to be honest, you couldn't stop thinking about what he said earlier at lunch. you can feel yourself getting a little giddy as if you were still crushing on him.

just as you thought about it, a hand makes its way across your back and holding your waist.

"what are you thinking so happily about? it better not be another man," tsukishima says teasingly as he leans over to you so that his head rests on top of yours.

"thank you kei," you smile, leaning into his touch in response.

"i mean it you know. that i love you like it's easier than breathing," a tinge of red spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hand returns back to his side before quickly grabbing a hold of your hand.

[prettyboypistol]

Hello! Could you possibly do Support Team (tf2) with a m!reader who gets tired easily??? Thanks!

Of Course!!! Love that chronic tiredness for me too lol

I'm writing this as tiredness that is linked to stress because that's how I experience my chronic fatigue.(Think like: whenever under stress/having to experience a big emotions, I get tired and space out)

Support Classes With A Chronically Eepi Boyfriend!

Medic

This man has the SOFTEST TITS. They're PLUSH. They're GRABBABLE. Top tier pillow fr and he knows it. If you start to space out, he'll just move you gently to his chest to help you nap.

If you're spacing out or avoiding deadlines though, he'll try to snap you out of it with coffee, tea, or (hesitantly) an energy drink. He won't be mean about the way he talks to you, but he'd be sternly loving.

Loves finding you asleep in his bed. PLEASE.

Will 100% pick you up and put you somewhere comfortable. Like you fall asleep at his desk??? Boom. You're on the couch. Spacing out in the rec room??? Already in his bed and cuddling.

Spy

He gets a little annoyed that stress makes you disconnect, but that is more a stress management difference rather than contempt. (sleeping is a hell of a lot more healthy than smoking, he'll admit though.)

Likes kissing the top of your head when he finds you sleeping. It's a reward for finding you!

Doesn't like then the other mercs offer to help you that much because he's a bit too possessive. Yeah, they don't know you two are dating, but Demoman carrying you to the couch lights a flame on him he can't quite quench.

Acts annoyed when you wake up/zone back in but 100% takes care of you. Gets you water, headache meds, anything you could ever need.

Sniper

Just sorta goes along with it. Doesn't even realize there is an issue until you apologize for constantly spacing out or sleeping when stressed. Just like "Oh i thought you were done talking and just wanted to be silent."

10000% cuddles you and naps with you, enabler ass fr. He doesn't mind because a sleepy boyfriend is usually a warm and cuddly boyfriend. Also, if you pass out on a job, he can assure that you are safe.

Uses you as a hatrack I'm sorry-

Is a bit of a joker if you two are alone. If you're spaced our he'll mime out booting you back on, reloading you, ringing your brain to put you on the line, etc. When you come back to reality, you'll usually find him in mid-gesture.

[roseypwark]

Four | Homework

ENHYPEN Eighth Member : 지유 JIYU / 지유나 Ji Yuna

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Even after debuting, Yuna is still interning with Hyowon.

She prefers is that way. She would hate to lose her access to a professional recording studio, or her access to someone as knowledgeable as Pdogg. But by being an intern, she's occasionally given homework, aka some sort of work to complete on her own and turn in to Hyowon by a deadline.

Unfortunately, her day job and her internship don't always correspond. Sometimes, she's the busiest she's ever been with promotions for "Given-Taken," so much so that she has no chance to get to the studio (while also going to school and sleeping an appropriate amount) to record her required "one song every two weeks" that Hyowon started enforcing to get her out of her head so much about what is good enough to bring to completion.

Most of the boys are in the living room when she hovers in the doorway of the second bedroom.

"I have to record a song for my internship. Does anyone need to use the makeup room?"

Jay is absorbed in his video game and takes advantage of Sunoo getting distracted to do... something that probably means he wins or whatever. No one jumps to object, so maybe it really was that easy and Yuna spent the last half hour trying to psych herself up over nothing.

"I think we're good, Jiyu," Jungwon gives her a verbal response, which she appreciates.

"You're recording a song? Like, for our next comeback?" Jake asks.

"Uh, no. It's like homework? From Hyowon—Pdogg. For my internship. I usually record in the studio but we've been busy, so…”

"Oh, cool. Can I listen?"

"...right now?"

"Yeah. If that's cool with you."

Jake stands and that makes it feel like Yuna doesn't have a choice, now. She could probably very easily still say no, or maybe offer for him to listen when she's done recording and editing. Or she could just say no. But she doesn't.

Instead, she says, "Okay. I guess."

Ten minutes later she ends up back in the living room, this time with all seven of her members sitting on the ground in front of her while she props her phone up awkwardly on the couch armrest.

It had been a long debacle of each member wanting to sit in on her recording session, slowly pulling into the makeup room one by one. It didn't take long for it to become overcrowded and everyone relocated back into the living room. The acoustics probably aren’t as good out here.

Yuna has had her performances broadcasted to millions. She has a surprisingly large and loyal fan base already after only a few weeks of being a fully debuted artist. She gets thousands of likes within seconds anytime she posts online.

Singing a short song in front of seven people shouldn't be daunting. It's not a big deal. She barely had any time to flesh it out over the last two weeks on account of her hectic schedule. It's fine if it's not perfect. It doesn't need to be.

(Except to Yuna, it does. Because anything less that perfect isn't good enough. Anything less than perfect will never be good enough for anyone, especially herself, because if she isn't intrinsically perfect, she's worthless.

And even though she can tell herself that's ludicrous and she knows it's a ridiculous line of thought, it's how she thinks. She thinks she will never be good enough.)

She has to restart three times because her hands won't stop shaking and she can't play the strings on her guitar right. Then, she gets most of the way through but has to go back because she didn't take a good enough breath before the bridge. But she does eventually stumble her way to the end of her under-produced wreck of a song.

She expects side eyes and judging looks from her members for all her mistakes. That's how her mother would react. When Yuna made her first song when she was four years old, her mom kept telling her it was quiet time until she got the hint and stopped singing.

Only when Yuna had made what she thought was a particularly good song, would she try and show her mom. But she was always too busy with Andrew to really pay attention to her daughter. Eventually, Yuna stopped trying altogether, hoarding her craft unless an oppurtunity—like a school talent show—presented itself.

Her members reaction is immediate. She doesn't have time to hold her breath and brace for impact, for criticism, to be brushed off for her mediocrity. They start cheering before she's even able to reach over and stop recording, their applause caught on tape. She'll need to cut that out before sending the finished product to Hyowon.

"Wow, you wrote that?"

"You're an amazing lyricist. It's like poetry."

"You really are such a great singer, Jiyu."

Their praise comes easily. Yuna feels stiff and awkward in comparison sitting there and taking it.

The niceties of her mentors or of strangers have stopped meaning as much. It's expected that one is polite to those they do not know (or those they are actively and obviously trying to encourage, in Hyowon's case). But with her members, she can expect honesty.

They are who she will be writing songs for, eventually. Her work with TXT had been minuscule and very closely monitored. She had hoped to be more involved in Enhypen's debut mini album than she was but she understands these things take time and she is unseasoned, also incredibly young.

In the future, though, she hopes to be her team's main producer. That is a far off dream, the one she replaced her last dream of being an idol with. Without a grand goal to strive towards, she feels lost, so she spends what little free time she has honing her skills in music writing and reaching for the next big thing.

She has not spoken to her members about her aspirations in music production but they are aware of her internship and her capacity for songwriting. And now, they have heard her music in its rawest form, ugly and unrefined and up for critique.

They should be truthful with her. They should pick out all her mistakes. They should point out how she played a G major instead of a G major 7 for a second there in the first chorus, a stupid mistake that she debated starting over because of but didn't want to after she fumbled the intro so many times in a row.

They should say her entire "performance" was terrible because she messed up so much at the start. Instead, they're being kind. And it feels genuine?

They're not filming anything today. It's their first day off since they debuted. They have no reason to fake their reactions. There's no one to perform to right now, no personas or fronts to uphold (except the one Yuna wears without rest to appear normal in the face of society's expectations being lost on her).

When they eat dinner, Yuna accepts a portion of the ramen Jay makes. She calls Heeseung “oppa" when referencing something he said earlier in the week. A grin splits his face behind his hand but he doesn’t comment.

(Yuna ends up forgetting to cut out the boys’ cheers when she sends the recording to Hyowon.)

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[the-lean-buddha]

My thoughts on the news about The Long Walk's film adaption

I have very little faith that The Long Walk will be a good adaption but maybe I'll be wrong! I can dream, and I've been wrong before. Here are my thoughts on the casting announcements and set pictures.

Cooper Hoffman and David Jonsson are the leads, according to Deadline, which means they're presumably Garraty and McVries. Jonsson seems like a good actor but an awful fit for either character, and with Hoffman (presumably Garraty) it comes down to how good an actor he is, I guess, because I can see it working if I squint but I haven't seen anything from Hoffman to suggest he can do Garraty. And I reaaaaally doubt he could do McVries. McVries has a bite to him.

Joshua Odjick is Native American so he's presumably Joe or Mike (not to say that a different character couldn't theoretically be Native American in the adaption, but it's key to Joe and Mike that none of the other Walkers understand their culture at all, and only Baker defends their parents). It's odd that either of those two would have a prominent enough role to be cast already, so I wonder if either one of their roles is beefed up, or if Mike and Scramm will be a composite character and Joe won't feature at all. Alternatively, Odjick isn't playing a Native American character (or he is but Mike and Joe are adapted out), in which case I'd guess Parker.

Roman Griffin Davis is someone I've only ever seen in Jojo Rabbit so I don't know how much range he has. I think he'd fit best as Barkovitch but I wouldn't be surprised if he's been cast as Baker or Olson.

Charlie Plummer is Stebbins. I say this almost entirely because he's a long-haired blonde. If McVries is black then book descriptions (and characterizations, let's be honest, you can't make McVries a black kid in the 70s and keep his character the same) are thrown out the door already, but google Charlie Plummer and tell me he's not been cast as Stebbins. Also, take a look at this.

Ben Wang is Asian American and there are no explicitly Asian American characters, so we've gotta guess this one purely on Vibes (Olson and Barkovitch could both be canonically Asian American, but Barkovitch is openly racist, so). From Wang's YouTube channel and some clips of Chinese Born American I found, he's a nice and playful guy (hmu Ben let's get a lemonade, also tell me who you're playing), so I'd assume Baker or Olson or Abraham because they fit that the closest, I guess? But this is unfortunately a flawed way of guessing because actors playing lunatics are sometimes normal people in real life, walking among us, going almost undetected.

Tut Nyuot's a young, sweet-looking kid. I'd assume Percy? Again, weird to cast Percy already because he doesn't even have any lines in the book, but I can't imagine Nyuout playing a character who's supposed to be the same age as Charlie Plummer's character. Maybe he's unexpectedly good at playing deranged assholes like Barkovitch? We'll see.

For Garrett Wareing I'd say Olson, looking through clips and interviews.

Jordan Gonzalez gives me no strong impression. Sorry, Jordan. Feel free to give me a stronger one over lemonade (and tell me who you're playing). If I'm held at gunpoint then I'll say Abraham.

Mark Hamill is presumably playing the Major. He's absolutely not who I would have picked because he overflows with character and I always pictured the Major as a stoic, empty Big Brother type figure, whose moments of charisma and friendliness were obviously just an act. And I guess Hamill could play that, but I think the Major will more likely have a lot more personality and vim and vigor in the movie, if Hamill was cast - he's easily the biggest draw in the cast. Not necessarily a bad way to portray the Major, but easier to mess up. We'll wait and see.

Judy Greer as presumably Mrs. Garraty will presumably be fine.

Set photos look promising, aesthetically. No half-track, though. And there's a tank. Why is there a tank?

There's a Deadline article suggesting that there are only 50 kids and the pace limit is 3mph. But there's also an article suggesting it's still 100 kids so it might be a mistake? If it's 50 kids then that's presumably done for practicality but it's a bad change, the number will either get too low too fast or it'll drop too slowly (and also no 47 and 61 which would be weird but that's not significant). 3mph isn't necessarily bad, it's more feasible, but it does mean the "first into Massachusetts in seventeen years" can't happen. Maybe they'll make New Hampshire the record instead.

i want lemonade

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