#but I had to draw one of my first literature crush

[butterflyscribbles]

Freenoodle Headcanons (Part 1) - bc there’s no way I’ll have time to draw them all out fast enough and I need to get them out of my brain:

Hidden underneath bc it’s loooong…

- Tang and Pigsy met in a college-level business class. Pigsy was going for a general business major with a minor in culinary arts. Tang was pursuing Chinese Literature and Lingustics in order to eventually be a librarian or museum archivist as well as an author on the side. They started interacting more bc Tang threatened to call Pigsy out for cheating on an exam and Pigsy “bought” his silence with a bowl of homemade noodles.

- It started with “blackmail” that Tang was gonna tell if Pigsy ever stopped making food for him but gradually they just started hanging out. Pigsy began to realize that if it weren’t for him, Tang would have most likely wasted away considering he was not only a picky eater but would also completely forget meals while being so focused on his studies. Tang in return started helping Pigsy with study before big exams as well. It became routine until they both finished the class. That was one of the only classes they had together being on pretty separate tracks but by then they were close enough friends to continue hanging out semester after semester.

- Tang’s family was not too fond of him hanging out with Pigsy and eventually Sandy who had a bit of a rebellious (and somewhat criminal) hot streak. Lots of being kicked out of bars for fighting, loud music and band parties that somehow would force them to migrate into Tang’s apartment after they trashed their own.

- Tang used to have pierced ears that were Pigsy’s own handiwork but his mom made him take them out the minute he visited home. He wants to get them pierced again even now because he loved how it looked but is lowkey too chicken to act on it bc ouchieeee needles it was hard enough the first time

- They never really defined themselves as dating out loud in college but they were definitely “more than friends” after a while. Pigsy crushed on him first but Tang fell harder once he finally caught on that Pigsy liked him. They were both too emotionally constipated scared to slap an official label on it though.

- Tang is almost always freezing and wrapped up in sweaters, scarves and mittens. Pigsy is always hot. Equilibrium achieved.

- Speaking of scarves, Tang’s trademark red scarf and most precious comfort item he owns, was a gift from Pigsy’s mother when Pigsy introduced him to his parents. He is almost never without it and takes very good care of it because it is hand-made and one of a kind.

- Tang was NOT a fan of the Pigsy mustache era™️ but that did not stop the pig man from burrowing his face onto him and teasing him near to death with prickly kisses

- Pigsy’s affectionate nickname for Tang became “truffles” for a hot second after this^^ Tang secretly and begrudgingly loved it. The nickname is still stashed away for special occasions and ONLY when its the two of them.

- The mirror to that is Tang found out Pigsy’s weak spots were his ears and under his chin. Loves scritches and sometimes Tang would just reach out and idly play with his ears if they were within reach. That’s also something that occurs in present time.

- On rare occasions, Tang would convince Pigsy to sing for him and most of those moments ended in tears both of sadness or laughter on both ends. Mostly because Pigsy would either sing songs his mom taught him or ones he could only half remember the lyrics to.

- They stayed in contact for a while even after Pigsy graduated (Tang was pursuing a PHD so he stayed in school longer). Tang and Sandy were both there when the restaraunt was passed down to Pigsy and they were the first customers at Pigsy’s Noodles.

Things got a bit more complicated after that…

- For about 5 months before MK came into their lives, Tang and Pigsy were actually having a huge fight and were not on speaking terms. Sandy’s anger and violence issues were at an all time high and he dropped out of college just before graduating, Pigsy and Tang struggled to define their relationship after they Tang’s family was insistent he finally cut them out of his life and it lead to a big fight where Sandy ended up leaving the trio and there was a huge and bitter rift between the three of them.

- Three weeks after Pigsy’s mom passed, little MK showed up on his doorstep. He was already running the shop alone for the first time and now he suddenly had a child who desperately needed him. While MK brought some much needed light back into his life, he struggled to properly care for the little ball of energy and still make end’s meet. His quick temper and the passing of his mom had seriously impacted business and chased off a lot of regulars as it was. So, he called the only person he trusted to help. The minute Pigsy explained his situation…Tang didn’t hesitate to come back, even as he continued classes. Things were awkward and messy for sure and there was a lot of baggage to sort through…but they made it work for their little monkey kid.

Okay that’s it ta ta for now part two is going to be Freenoodle Family focused I wanted this one to be more on the early days before MK to set it all up.

[cupcakeslushie]

For your brainwash au, do we get so see exactly how Donnie got captured by Kendra? And would this au be a full comic or just bits and pieces here and there? (Not pressuring just curious) Love the au and I hope you’re having a good day! :)

Don’t know why, but I felt like writing this part out instead of drawing it! (Sorry for bad grammar. I wrote this lying in bed, sleep deprived and did no editing)

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The sad, pained look on his little brother’s face is enough to set off that dark protective fire in Donatello’s belly. And Michael has been a tiny storm of negative emotions since Leo slapped the small cast on his ankle. Donnie may not be able to pick apart and decipher all of the subtitles his brother is feeling right now, but he knows he’s in pain, and that’s enough.

“How many strips of bacon do you think we can get from Meat Sweat’s corpse?” Donnie ponders as he wraps an arm around his little brother’s shoulders, and carefully pulls him closer. Mikey lets out a quiet huff, but the joke doesn’t land the way Donnie had been hoping.

“Michael?”

“I’m okay,” Mikey assures. Then a hesitant second later adds, “it’s stupid.”

“Oh well if it’s stupid, allow me to grab ‘Nardo. He might be able to help you better.”

That gets the laugh he was looking for.

“I’m not in pain or anything. It’s just, tonight was the midnight signing of Joshua Bear’s new cook book. He’s a YouTuber chef that I’ve been following for years, and I went to his first release…I really wanted the second for my collection.”

Donatello does vaguely remember Angelo telling Raph something about this event last night, during dinner. He’d been so excited, and now he looks crushed at the idea of missing it.

“What if I went?” At the suggestion, Mikey’s face becomes brighter than a super nova, almost too bright for Donnie to stare at directly. It takes a moment for Michael to really calm down enough to speak.

“You’d really go wait in line for three hours? Just to get a book?” Donatello laughs at the question. Any opportunity in which his brothers were interested in the world of literature, no matter the subject (except maybe geology) was a time to be supportive.

Mikey pulls him in for a tight hug, and holds up his phone to snap a picture of them. Donnie snorts and slides out of his little brother’s hammock, careful not to disturb it too much. Mikey is already bouncing enough that he’s in danger of falling out.

“Yes, yes. Sing my praises on all your media socials. Let the world know how I’m your favorite older sibling!” Mikey drops the phone to his chest and holds his arms up, practically vibrating for one more hug. Donnie complies. He’s long given up maintaining his bad boy image when it’s just the two of them.

“You’re the best, Donnie! Really!” The words do a hell of a job replacing that previous fury he’d been harboring, the smile and warmth coming from Mikey, now fully restored. The proper order of the universe righted with a simple solution. This was what he loved most about being a brother. Fixing his siblings problems, in any way he could. And if healing the broken bone outright was (for now) out of his control—at least he could do this.

Donnie glances at his watch and notes he should get going if the turn out is going to be as big as Angelo predicts. He sneaks past the living room where he can hear his other two brethren yelling over a game of Mario Kart. He has zero interest in either of his brothers tagging along. He loves them, but neither are suited to standing in a long line for hours. For the last Jupiter Jim reboot, Donatello was seconds away from a double fratricide before they were even allowed into the theater.

Besides. He’s practically 18 (in four weeks). He can run up to the surface for a few hours, without having to call upon the archaic buddy system.

———

He’s in line for about an hour, when he sees suspicious movement out the corner of his eye. A young woman, parting the line a little ways ahead from where he stands, walks quickly into the closest alley. That alone might be no cause for alarm—maybe it’s a short cut. But the tall, hooded creep trailing after her, has his metaphorical hackles rising. It’s a clear case of sinister intentions. He quickly glances around to see if anyone else has witnessed this, but he’s the only one who seems to be showing any type of concern. Typical New York.

“What a town” Donnie sighs. He doesn’t bother asking the old man behind him to save his spot, seeing as he’s practically at the end of the line, and quickly races to the alley to play hero.

It’s a deep one, the lights of the street not quite hitting all the eerie nooks and crannies. Plenty of blind spots.

“Hello there? Stalker and or damsel in distress? Is anyone in need of assistance? Anyone hopefully bear maced and in need of a being escorted to the nearest precinct?”

No answer.

The non-existent hairs on Donnie’s arms stand straight up. Just as he’s reaching for his ninpo to materialize a bo-staff, something thick wraps around his neck from behind. The arm is almost as big as Raphael’s, if lacking in the muscle department.

But before his can break the hold, the solid feeling of a needle slides into the meat of his neck and something rushes into his veins. Within seconds he’s released and stumbling from the lack of support.

Someone is talking to him. It takes a second of his gaze bouncing around to pick them out. Mildly embarrassing, considering they’re standing right in front of him now. Out of all the colors popping in and out of his vision, Donnie only just catches the same turquoise hoodie that seemed to belong to the unassuming young woman.

A honey pot trap, he realizes, stumbling and falling pathetically backwards on his own ass.

He sees pink hair and is almost relieved, if humiliated. With all their enemies, the Purple Dragons are D tier. But the chances he can free himself before his brothers even notice his absence is high. Just the thought of the savage teasing he would be forced to endure if his brothers found out—Donatello is not eager to hear any of it.

As the nauseating colors finally bleed away, and start to leave black growing in their wake, Donatello swears to cause a big explosion on his way out.

[midnightorchids]

Hey babe- I wanted to know how you felt about booknerd!reader x Jason. Because it's been rotting my brain forever now and I need to know what someone as genius as yourself thinks about it. So like- We know Jason is a book girl. He's got huge floor to ceiling shelves in his apartment filled with non-fiction, historical fiction, classics, and maybe a few Si-Fi titles. I feel like he would love Toni Morison, Maya Angelou, Henrik Isben, Margret Atwood, and maybe even Harukai Murakami. He has this beautiful collection of leather bond additions of the Iliad Bruce gave him when he was 16. And when he finally invites you over, he cannot contain his excited smile as you start gushing over his home library. He makes you guys coffee and you spend hours talking about your fav genres, authors, online author drama - and after he's walking back to his apartment after dropping you off, he's smiling down at his phone at the message you sent. 'I had so much fun today! Ur library is so so so cool, was wondering if you would be ok going with me to Chapters next week? Wanted to pick up the new Skyward book' He's kicking his feet and hiding his face in his pillow. So deeply overjoyed that his crush shares in his immense love of literature. After you guys officially get together, he buys you so many fucking books. He fallows your goodreads wishlist religiously and surprises you almost every month with a new addition to your growing collection. He usually collects used paper backs, but for you, he splurges on the hardcover special additions. Of course it's because he loves you but it's also so that, maybe, you'll be more incentivised to move into a different apartment. One with floor-to-ceiling book shelves and a shared bed... just saying.. He branches out into more genres and authors he wouldn't usually read from just so he could talk about your favourite books with you. You do the same - your book collections getting mixed together in the process. Library dates, bookstore dates, used-bookstore dates. Your first couple of dates and realisations of love happened in and around books. You would always leave little messages inside the first page of the books you give him. So that if your every away or he's on a mission and he takes a book with him, he'll have one of your small messages of love as a reminder of something to return home to.

Hi hon!! I’m so sorry for the late response, I’ve been dying with uni and just life in general recently, but I’m back and ready to write again!! But I agree with pretty much everything that you said, like you’ve written it out so well and it’s just so cute! I was literally giggling and kicking my feet at the last one omg. I shall try to add more stuff!!

Jason’s go to present for his loved ones is annotated copies of his favourite books. He only does this when he feels comfortable with a person because sharing his thoughts feels raw and vulnerable sometimes.

Having a significant other who loves to read and appreciates these types of gifts would make him feel happy and very emotional. It’s not often he gets to share this side of himself with people.

When he gifts his copies to his friends or his partner, he feels like he’s leaving a piece of him with the person, so he only does this when he trusts you.

He leaves detailed little messages on the margins of his books. He draws little smiley faces on the cute parts and angry faces on the parts that made him upset.

In the books for his significant other, Jason leaves little notes around the quotes that remind him of you. He highlights them in a different colour and makes sure his notes look extra tidy.

He sucks at wrapping things, so sometimes you’ll get a very poorly wrapped, tape covered novel. You’ll look at the wrapping and laugh, you’d pinch his cheeks teasingly and tell him he did a good job. He’d turn his face away in embarrassment, which leads to you placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Then, there would be times where he doesn’t have the energy to deal with the horrible wrapping paper. So, you’ll be gifted a plain paper back with a sticky note on the front cover that reads ‘for you,’ in squiggly lines.

It’s honestly sweet and he gets very shy about it.

Also, Jason’s taste in books is very diverse, he reads anything from the classics to romance to gothic horror. He reads anything and everything and because of that, I think that it would be very easy for you to share your thoughts and recommendations with him.

Even if Jason hasn’t read the book, he listens intently with a huge smile on his face. He loves listening to you talk. If he doesn’t know the author or the book, he will try to familiarize himself with what you’re reading and branch into different genres.

There would be lots of reading and bookstore dates. You’d browse through the different aisles with his hand in yours, only letting go when a particular book catches your attention. He watches you in awe as you gush about the different series.

(Side note, my friends and I always go to bookstores and just point out the worst books we’ve read and I think Jason would do that too.)

As you search through the shelves to find your next read, he’ll come to you all excited, rambling about the book in his hand. From the looks of it, it seems like he loves the book. His hands are moving around, he’s smiling and giggling, but if you pay attention, he’s actually just cussing out the author.

This becomes a tradition in your relationship. You both bring up books that you hate instead of the ones that you really enjoy. You’d spend the next hour of your bookstore visit just giggling at the random passages that the author thought were good enough to share with the world.

I think this would also lead to a book club of reading awful books sometimes just for shits and giggles. There would be weeks where you would read amazing, well written stories together, but then there would be times when you guys would pick up something bad just to make fun of it.

Overall, Jason would love having a book nerd significant other because he finally has someone who he can geek out with.

[thejournalisttintin]

I am also doing a few drawings of canon Tintin characters. But with schoolwork and stuff, I only have so little time…! 😩

First things first, here is my boy Chang!

I wasn’t sure how I would go about drawing him, since it’s been so long since I’ve drawn him.

Thanks to a post that @professorcalculusstanaccount made before on how to draw Chang, I was able to try my hand at drawing him. But with this one, I added my own drawing style.

So here he is!

And with a drawing, there will also be headcanons!

Headcanons for my interpretation of Chang:

After the events of Tintin in Tibet, Chang had stayed with Tintin and Haddock for a while before he eventually made the trip to London to visit his uncle. He took a train instead of a plane, as he had developed some trauma from having survived the plane crash in the Himalayas.

Several years later, Chang went to college in Bristol, where he took classes in classic English literature and world history, as well as art history.

He also took photography, as he’s always wanted to do something along the lines of Tintin’s work.

During his first semester, he befriended Hanna(my Tintin OC), who was in his art history class.

The two hit it off pretty well as friends, since Hanna thought Chang was very sweet. She was also the first person whom he opened up to about surviving alone in the Himalayas.

When Hanna told Chang about her desire to go into acting and singing, Chang thought she had a very solid goal in mind.

Chang learned much of his photography from Hanna's sister Maxine, who showed him how to operate a camera. She even showed him how to take action shots.

After some time, Hanna and Chang's friendship bloomed into a romance. They dated for about a year or so, with Chang keeping a few photo records of their time together.

Chang would frequently visit Tintin and Haddock in Brussels for about or week or two as part of a cultural exchange.

During the weeks in which he visited, Tintin began to develop a crush on Chang. Any time he visited, his feelings toward him became more obvious.

At some point, Hanna had caught on when she and Maxine were invited to Brussels, as well as Chang.

She knew Tintin often got flustered whenever Chang visited him, so she pulled him aside and told him about it. She wanted him to feel comfier with someone he truly felt happy with.

So Hanna and Chang made the decision to silently break up. Chang was worried Hanna wouldn't be able to move on, but she assured him everything would be okay.

So these are just my headcanons for Chang within my Tintin story interpretation. I might also do a fanstory about Chang visiting Tintin. Because I plan to include him in some of my future stories 😁

But this will be written, as my best strength is writing fanfics, lol...

Stay tuned for more characters and OCs to come!

[ilavsanrio]

Yoongi one shot

Reader x Yoongi fluff. College au. This is my first one shot on here, hope you guys enjoy it! My wattpad with full length stories on it is sharpybara. ╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

. First kiss. ╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯ You've had a crush on Yoongi for ages. Ever since you were twelve. But he's never shown any interest in getting to know you. You lost contact with him for a while until college. He's in the same literature class as you. You're watching him as he's walking towards you, taking a seat next to you. "Hey", he says, short and cold. "Uhm.. Hi!". He takes a look at you and pulls his books out of his bad. "We were in the same classes a couple of years ago.. Middle school and grade school I think..". You nod in response. There's small doodles on his hand. "What's that", you ask while pointing to his hand. He looks down and back up at you, "I don't know, some random girl started drawing on me". You slightly frown. "And you just let her?". He chuckles in response, "Are you jealous?". His words make you feel weird inside. "No? It's just weird". He smiles and moves his sleeve up. "Here, you can draw on me too". You frown and grab your pen, starting to draw small doodles on him. This is strange to you. He used to always ignore you, and now? He wants you to draw on him?.. It's all just strange to you. His gaze is on you the entire time that you're drawing doodles. A big smile on his face. "Hey.. Yoongi?". He tilts his head to the side slightly, "Yeah?". "How come you ignored me and acted cold when we used to go to school together, y'know, before now". He gives you a smile and leans his head into the palm of his other hand. His elbow resting gently on the table. "I had a crush on you.. Thought it would make you like me or whatever dumb idea I had". You look up at him in shock. "You had a crush on me?! I had one on you!". You both laugh. He looks into your eyes, a warm expression on his face. "I now know that I should just be straight forward with you instead". You pause for a second, slightly pursing your lips, "What do you mean by that?". Yoongi leans in closer, his breath itching your face. He whispers softly, "It means that I'm just telling you right now, I like you, a lot". Your heart is going a mile a minute and your head isn't letting you think clearly. Before you realise, you're pressing your lips against his. The feeling of his lips on yours sends shivers down your spine. It feels so warm and gentle. He deepens the kiss, cupping your cheek with one hand and the other sliding to your waist, pulling you slightly closer. After a few seconds you pull away and he looks at you with a big smile and a slight flush. "That was my first kiss".

[vivisectrix]

so either the vitreous humor parallels in brief lives are a.) so obvious that no one mentions them b.) so discreet that no one mentions them, or c.) something i made up in my own mind (because i'm chronically ill over themes and motifs)

regardless of the true answer, i reread brief lives to take notes on this supposed symbolism and come to a conclusion on what it's meant to represent. the thesis: vitreous humor functions in the storyline of brief lives as a metaphor for clarity, especially in the context of change. here's why:

vitreous humor is first mentioned by delirium in the first issue, when she says that she once got really wet in a flood made of "the gunky stuff inside people's eyes," and that she cannot remember what it is called. floods are often used as symbols of change—see the genesis flood narrative as an example. it is also worth noting that this scene is a catalyst for delirium's endeavor to find destruction, and that it is also depicted with rain. this fact makes it easier to draw a parallel between delirium's brief anecdote and the scenario in which she recounts the memory. the term vitreous humor escapes her because she is struggling with a feeling of helplessness at the idea of change and loss (her brother's absence, specifically), and therefore lacks the clarity required to recall the words she is looking for. she loses her grip on reality and herself when overwhelmed, which may be observed in the following club scene and juxtaposed by the scene in destiny's garden where both of her eyes are the same color. change is a difficult thing for delirium to handle, despite the fact that she is the only one of her siblings to have inexplicably changed her name and function.

she once again contends with her inability to recall the term when she enters despair's domain and searches for a clear, safe question to ask her sister. despair, of course, knows instantly [that delirium is referencing vitreous humor] because of what despair is: grim, crushing helplessness upon realizing a truth. even her domain reflects her relation to clarity: the grey realm is all mirrors and fog—common symbols of truth and uncertainty, respectively.

as despair then remembers her meeting with destruction in the time of the black death, she attempts to prevent herself from being blinded by grief and nostalgia by using her hooked ring to free vitreous humor from her own eye. the manner in which she holds on to her own clarity associates the concept with pain, which makes sense given despair's tendency for nostalgia, a feeling primarily based on change and the pain that comes from being unable to return to another time. she tries to keep herself out of a downward spiral by maintaining complete lucidity and awareness of the present rather than the past, even if this effort does ultimately fail.

the last appearance of vitreous humor occurs at the end of brief lives as the setting of desire's meditation—they float alone in an eyeball of the threshold and think (privately) about what has happened and what is to come. in a previous scene, they expressed their fear of such future events to their twin, which they likely would not have done if they had not truly finally registered the consequences of dream's actions (and perhaps even their own). so it is that desire has realized the grave nature of dream's unfolding situation, thus reaching a form of clarity regarding their long-term scheme's outcome.

even outside the sandman, eyes represent clarity—it is a metaphor that is especially common in literature and art. in certain cultures eye contact is indicative of honesty; it is also said that eyes are windows to the soul. by depicting and describing a specifically internal component of the eyeball, the metaphor is enhanced, giving rise to thoughts of concealed truths protected beneath the thin but present surface.

the central theme of change in brief lives is, i think, effectively emphasized by this utilization of extended metaphor, especially since it foreshadows the events that are to take place in the kindly ones while also developing characters in the process.

has this occurred to anyone else?? i think i saw one forum post from like over a decade ago mention the vitreous humor parallel, but it didn't get into the implications. i've not noticed anyone else say anything about it other than that 😞

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

How about Deimos x Reader x Sanford? I kept seeing the 2B x reader x Hank stuff so I thought why not with the other two?

Deimos x Reader x Sanford - idk i cant think of a title for this one.

If Doc happened to have money saved over, he'd always put it towards an extra set of hands or two in the base. Being splintered from the main S.Q. hub put a bit of a strain on him and his small team of mercs, any additional help they could afford was a lifesaver.

Initially you'd picked up a short term contract with him, kill a few grunts and get paid, currently the most stable from of work out in the badlands, but you quickly found yourself becoming part of the furniture.

Deimos could get along with anyone and everyone, Sanford took a cautious approach but he warmed up to you in no time, Hank hadn't tried to kill you yet and had even given you a thumbs up after working with them as a duo, and Doc enjoyed that your work was cheap yet good quality.

Sitting in the softest chair in the base, you were decompressing after a laborious solo mission, reading an old paperback that Doc had brought in one day. Often the older man would bring home new literature he'd found on his own ventures, and in times where there was little else to do, his library was perfect for killing time.

"-And yeah, brains all over the place." Sanford's deep voice piqued your attention, sounds like he and Deimos are back.

"Heheh- Dude that's hilarious. So bummed I missed that." The shorter of the duo entered first, and his gaze fell on you instantly. "Woah, look who beat us back. Doc dishin' out the easy missions to you then eh?"

He was a handsome man, that was undeniable, and his charming disposition added to his appeal. "Yeah, cause I'm his favourite." You joked back. "He's adamant about not killing. Can't say the same for you twoooo~"

"Psh, Doc knows we can handle tougher jobs than you. Who took down Hank together?" Sanford's voice boomed, he was still high off adrenaline and excitable.

"We did, boi!" Dei grinned, drawing his hand back. There was a loud, audible clap as the two high-fived. A successful mission always lead to sparks of energy in the air, even when they were exhausted.

You couldn't help but giggle at that. "Okay, sure, you guys stopped Hank that one time. But I've got the power to stop 'em with words alone before they fly off the handle, and that's real skill."

Deimos threw himself over the back of the chair. "Blah, you're not the smoothest talker of the group. Everyone knows that's my job."

"Sure about that?" You set your book down, hand caressing his stubbly chin, and for once, he didn't have a witty retort. Dei's face turned bright red, cheeks flushed.

"Uh.. huh."

Sanford raised an eyebrow. "Wow, you actually managed to shut him up. Impressive." He sat on the arm of the chair, throwing his arm around the back of it. "But can you take the heat as well as you dish it?" Lifting his sunglasses, he showed off his gold eyes.

Fuck. He had you there. His lengthy lashes perfectly framed his eyes, he was gorgeous and he damn well knew it, and he knew you knew it too. "Thought not." He smiled, good looks and a great brain, there was nothing this man was incapable of.

"Sure, fine, you got me there, but are you ready for my retort?" Your face felt warm, San had gotten under your skin.

He raised an eyebrow again, silent anticipation. Careful observation of Dei and San's actions lead you to figure out his weaknesses, and copying one of Dei's favoured techniques, you darted forward, planting a kiss on his neck, just under his jaw.

"Well shit, lookie that." Dei pinched San's cheek. "They've got you there Fordie. Heh, guess you're pretty decent. But uh, y'really gonna kiss my boyfriend in front of me?" He tilted his head, frowning slightly.

"Well um-" He waved his hand, cutting you off.

"So cold. Y'know out of the two of us, I had a thing for you first. Only after I told San about my crush on ya did he see the light. Tch, and you kissed him first." Dei lowered his head, visor covering his eyes.

"Wait, what?" You looks between the both, each silent and not meeting your gaze. "You're kidding, right?"

Silence.

"You're not kidding. I suppose I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the same."

A shy smile crossed San's face. "You do?"

Dei spun his visor around. "How could they not? Just look at your cute face."

"Yes. Frankly I'm surprised it's mutual on both ends. But I guess I am actually the most charismatic after all, you've been dethroned Deimos. By your own admission too. How's that feel?" Deimos looked to Sanford, a grin spreading across his face.

Both men leaned down, silencing you as they kissed your cheeks.

Oh my.

[beifong-brainrot]

Beifong babies ask like you asked <3

I feel as if the person I’ve seen you least talk about is Huan. Do you have any thoughts on him, either in relation to Kuvira or his interest in art? I’m sorry I can’t be more specific rn, my brain is…very frazzled. as expected 😭

I actually have SO MANY thought about Huan, I just never had the time and place to file them away. I've always liked Huan, and thought he could've been an incredibly intriguing character with a lot of potential. I can confidently say he probably was concieved primarily as a gimmick character, a bit of a jab at 'edgy', modernist artists. However, Huan has a lot of potential as a character and an exploration of themes.

First of all, Huan is interesting becaus he is one of the few "pacifist" benders of the show. This is especially intriguing due to him coming from a family with such a prominent amount of bender fighters. I wonder if he ever felt pressured to be a fighter too, or if he feels inadequate due to following a different path.

I personally like to think that Su gently pushed Huan to be fighter too, when he was a child, due to her own upbringing, which I imagine had Toph valuing her daughters careying on her legacy. But Huan was too much of a tender and sensitive soul, and didn't like the idea of destroying or fighting. I like to think he spent a lot of time with Aiwei, who nurtured his individualism, talents and hobbies. I like to think Aiwei was the one to help convince Su to let Huan pursue his artistic interests.

Due to this, Huan and Aiwe were always pretty close when Huan was growing up. So I think Huan ended up absorbing some of the Red Lotus' teachings about individuality and freedom.

For some reason, I think Huan would be a good big brother to his younger siblings. He cares a lot for Opal, Wei and Wing even if he doesn't show it often. I think for most their lives he just kinda let them do their own thing and was pretty antisocial, until the shit with Kuvira happened. Huan was one of the only people to see how affected Opal and the twins were by the betrayals of Baatar Jr and Kuvira and the danger their family was put in. He also felt srather guilty when his little siblings were out there risking their lives while all he could do was evacuate.

This motivated Huan to step up as a big brother and try to 'defend' them from Suyin trying to 'fix' the family and Baatar and Kuvira.

I also like that he seems so good with kids and enjoys spending time with them. Its a sweet. And it seems like it makes sense that he would value Ikki's childish doodles, since children just playing with colours and shapes is a very pure form of creativity.

Huan's relationship with freedom of self expression and individuality is also domething that caught my attention, especially in relation to Kuvira's regime and especially his infamous "crushing my individuality" line.

Sure, this line is objectively really funny, and pretty memeable. But let's add some context that adds themes I'm 78% sure weren't intended.

I've spoken at length about how Kuvira draws heavily from the Soviet union. I've also probably mentioned how my high school had a focus on humanistics, particularly Polish literature, although what I'm about to discuss extends far beyond Poland. And one of the 'eras' of literature and art that stuck with me the most was the period of time when Poland was the Polish People's Republic, essentially under the thumb of the Soviets. For creativity, it meant what you might expect. Basically, a mandate on almost every piece of music, literature and visual arts to be essentially Soviet propaganda.

I, as you may guess, dislike the time period with a passion. But some of my favourite novels and works of art have come about as a response to the danger the Soviets posed to creativity. It's fascinating to see what creators chose to bend the knee and alter their works to go through rigorous censorship, and what creators chose to resist, often getting blacklisted if not worse.

Many wrote bleak, heartwtenching stories about the death of art in the Eastern Bloc and how it impacted society as a whole. The emptiness of the propagandised happiness, the false idols of theatre and movies, the cheapness of it all, the ridiculous censorship that often contradicted itself.

I think Huan, being an artist could've been a very good vessel for exploring these concepts and storylines, especially with how self expression and creativity is still often censored and attacked irl, most visibly by conservatives in the USA. [Damn I asked for asks on the Beifong babies and weilin to escape the shitshow across the pond yet here I am]

We are especially entering a new era of war on our rights to express ourselves as different groups begin to try to control and restrict how we create and consume content in the still relatively new medium that is the entire internet. This could be something poignat to have been touched on.

These may be concepts that would be difficult to explore in a show like tlok. But atla was able to allude to the concept of propaganda and Huan was the perfect vessel for a mini storyline like this. Exploring Huan's identity as an artist and creator would be a huge benefit to the show, judging by how many people in the fandom have their own creative inclinations and how tlok as a show encouraged us to follow in Korra's footsteps to push through diversity to achieve freedom and enlightenment. Why should self expression by seperate from that equation?

Anyway :/ those are my Huan thoughts which kinda poured out due to how much I've been stewing in them lol. Thanks for the ask I always love recieving them especially if they have something to do with the Beifong Babies. Today was a rough day and I appreciate the distraction and chance to ramble.

[strawberrydragonart]

After hours and hours of work I finally finished my oc Asami’s Character Sheet! I’m not 100% satisfied with the lay out and background but I’m super proud of her and her stand Palette Knife!

Name: Asami Hirose

Occupation: Romance Novel Author

Age: 21

Appearance: Asami has short brown hair that is mostly kept to one side of her head. Her eyes are a vivid blue, and she often wears stylish, chic outfits that reflect her artistic nature. She’s known for her calm demeanor and gentle smile, which contrasts her fierce determination when it comes to her passions.

Stand Name: Palette Knife

Stand Ability: Palette Knife can bring any drawing to life, whether it’s sketched on paper or another medium. The drawings, once animated, can move, interact with the environment, and even attack based on the drawn attributes. Asami often uses her Stand to illustrate scenes from her books, creating romantic or dramatic scenarios that leap from the pages. Palette Knife’s range and power depend on the complexity of the drawing and the level of detail Asami includes.

Stand Personality: Palette Knife has a calm and elegant personality, mirroring Asami’s artistic nature. It often behaves like a silent guardian, reacting protectively if Asami is in danger. Though it rarely shows emotion, it has a refined air and moves gracefully, much like an artist at work.

Personality: Asami is deeply creative and empathetic, with a strong love for romance and storytelling. She’s a hopeless romantic herself and channels these feelings into her work. Asami is soft-spoken but not shy, able to express herself clearly when it comes to her interests or her passion for writing.

Backstory: Asami’s family moved to the city of Fujioka when she was a teenager, which meant leaving her childhood home of Morioh behind. Despite the change, Asami adjusted well, pouring herself into her studies and creative pursuits. She attended college in Fujioka, majoring in Literature and minoring in Fine Arts. There, she began honing her skills as a writer and illustrator. After graduation, she moved back to Morioh to pursue her writing career. Due to being back in Morioh her passion for art and story telling causes her stand, Palette Knife, to form.

After returning home, Koichi asked her to return a manga he had borrowed from Rohan Kishibe, the famous manga artist. Though nervous having never met him before, Asami found herself captivated by Rohan’s demeanor and undeniable talent. The brief encounter left a lasting impression on her, sparking a desire to get to know him better. Since then, she’s sought out opportunities to be in his presence like bringing him coffee in the morning, offering to borrow or return manga for Koichi, ect. One day Rohan is completely annoyed by her saying that he wants her to leave him alone, once she see this she stops trying to be around him. Weeks pass without her visiting, at first he is a piece but as time goes on he realizes he really didn’t mind her presence and actually looked forward to it.

Relationships:

Koichi Hirose (Younger Cousin): Asami shares a close bond with her younger cousin Koichi. She has always been protective of him as well as him being protective of her. She is proud of his growth as a Stand user and as a person. Koichi admires Asami’s writing talent and often asks for her advice when it comes to expressing himself or overcoming personal challenges. Asami, in turn, is one of the few people who truly understands Koichi’s struggles and supports him unconditionally. Her affection for him extends to his friends, and she’s always willing to lend a hand to them when they’re in trouble.

Josuke Higashikata: Asami sees Josuke as a fun but mischievous younger brother figure. She’s amused by his antics and his occasional outbursts, but she knows there’s a strong sense of justice behind his carefree demeanor. Josuke respects Asami for her creativity and bravery, though he sometimes teases her about her crush on Rohan as well as trying to tell her he isn’t a good match for her. Despite this, he’s supportive of her, even if he finds her taste a little bewildering.

Okuyasu Nijimura: Asami and Okuyasu share a friendly rapport. Okuyasu enjoys Asami’s presence, as she’s one of the few people who treats him with genuine kindness and without judgment. He often tries to understand her artistic vision, though it sometimes goes over his head. Asami appreciates his sincerity and straightforwardness, which she finds refreshing.

Yukako Yamagishi: Asami and Yukako share a mutual respect for each other, with Asami admiring Yukako’s tenacity and Yukako appreciating Asami’s calm nature. They occasionally exchange advice on romance, and Asami sometimes acts as a mediator between Yukako and Koichi when their relationship becomes turbulent. Yukako’s more intense nature doesn’t faze Asami, and the two have developed a supportive friendship.

Jotaro Kujo: Asami and Jotaro’s interactions are polite but limited. Asami respects Jotaro’s strength and calm demeanor, while Jotaro acknowledges Asami’s abilities and her role in supporting Koichi. Their conversations are often brief and to the point, but there’s a sense of mutual understanding between them.

Rohan Kishibe: Asami’s feelings for Rohan began as admiration for his art and writing style, but they quickly grew into genuine affection. Though Rohan initially found her persistent interest annoying, Asami’s sincerity and creative vision intrigued him over time. While he’s still distant and skeptical of romantic attachments, Asami’s unwavering presence and her ability to match his artistic sensibilities have made him appreciate her company more than he’d like to admit.

Trivia:

• Despite being a romance author as well as a hopeless romantic herself she actually prefers to read action or fantasy.

• She enjoys painting in her spare time and often uses it as a way to relax and brainstorm new story ideas.

• Asami keeps a sketchbook filled with a manga she wrote that is inspired by her encounters with Rohan, though she’s too embarrassed to show it to anyone let alone.

[italeean]

HIHI ELLE!! AAAAAAAA CONGRATS ON 350 FOLLOWERS!! YOURE SO COOOL!! Remember me when you’re famous 😞✊ I know I’m not rly in the t community but I hope it’s okay I send an ask for the event?? My hobbies are reading, writing, drawing, painting, sculpting, video editing, and video games. I love psychology and literature, both classic and more recent. I also like webtoons and manwhas. I don’t like parties or big groups of people, or watching sports. I prefer one on one interaction or small groups of people, and going outdoors and exploring rather than going to a crowded place in a city. I hope it’s ok I participate in this event if I’m not too much into the t community, but I’m very much so a ler. For the fandom I’ll go with Haikyuu, platonic relationship, and I have no gender preference. Tysm in advance if you accept!! 😻😻💙💙

Waaaahh hello my dear ❤️❤️ It was such a pleasant surprise to see you participate 🥹 Thank you so so much... you're so kind and sweet and cool!!! I hope you'll enjoy your match-up ❤️🍡 *some dango for you*

🔮 For this event, I match you up with... ASAHI

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• First of all, Asahi is not the biggest social butterfly out there (no offense obviously) so I think you'd enjoy hanging out with one another • He's also very athletic, which means you'd be able to go out and explore all you'd like • He's also a very good listener, so you could tell him about psychology theories or interpretations of classic and modern literature • I also see him as the kind of guy who'd get invested in the books you tell him about to understand you better • You could also join the third-years during the visit to the temple for New Year's, or just hang out with them!! • I can totally see you sneaking a few pokes to Asahi's sides when he gets too anxious... it's a little subtle thing you do to make him snap out of his spiral of negative thoughts • You could also help him with his designs, since he becomes a designer and you like drawing • He'd totally use your art pieces, may it be drawings, sculptures or video edits, for his fashion lines • 6 words for you: VIDEOGAME. NIGHTS. WITH. HIM. AND. NOYA. • You could probably tickle him also when he gets too invested in his work and basically forgets he's a human being with physiological needs... you know, just to "kindly invite" him to take care of himself • I also have the feeling that Asahi would be a little more talkative with you because he'd be more comfortable with hanging out alone with you and his anxiety would be much more bearable • I see your friendship as a quiet one, full of mutual listening and quality time... both you and Asahi are the kind of friends everyone needs

🔮 Tickle scenario

The sun, the chirping birds, the fresh air, the quiet swish of a nearby torrent, the sound of your steps... this was your ideal afternoon. Just you and your best friend Asahi.

It was refreshing both for you and for Asahi. Even if he was Karasuno's ace and had gained poularity after the sudden rising of the volleyball team, he didn't exactly like the popularity or the fangirls that constantly tried to be around him. Obviously he was always respected with everyone who approached him, but sometimes he felt the need to get away and just spend some time in total peace and quiet, and when he needed that peace and quiet, you were the only person he wanted to be with.

You weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, and you've never even had a crush on one another. You were best friends, and from a certain perspective you even had a deeper bond compared to a couple who has recently started dating.

Asahi was a very quiet and reserved person, who sometimes had difficulties with expressing how he felt, but you could always tell what was going through his mind without him saying anything. The ideal afternoon for both of you was being together just the two of you reading, talking or taking a walk in the nature, just like you were doing today.

You had just reached your usual spot near the torrent, where you usually took a break before going back home. "Ah... I really needed that, thanks Asahi." You smiled thankfully at the ace, who sheepishly smiled right back at you.

"Anytime, and honestly I needed that, too." The tall guy replied, "So, how's school going? Are you doing something interesting in literature class?" He sat down on the grass and patted the spot right next to him, inviting you to sit next to him.

"Oh yeah, I really like both the author we're analyzing and how the teacher explains it!" You took your seat next to your friend, "What about you? I hope that the last year of high school isn't too brutal." "Well..." he began, "I won't deny that it's very difficult, but I'm managing!"

"I'm sure you're taking care of yourself though, right?" You inquired while raising your eyebrow in an inquisitive way. "Well..." He scratched the back of his head, and that was all you needed to hear.

"How. Many. Times. Did. I. Tell. You. That. You. Gotta. Take. Care. Of. Yourself?!" You scolded him, emphasizing every word with a poke to his torso. "Ah! He-heyyy..!" Asahi tried in vain to escape your pokes, "I-i knohow... but- no wait!"

You didn't even let him finish his excuses, you just went for his stomach and scribbled your fingers all over the soft skin, protected by the thin fabric of the shirt.

It didn't take him long to give up. Despite his menacing aspect, he was quite weak to tickling, which you obviously knew as his best friend. "AAAHAHAHAHAHA okaHAhay Ihihi gihihiveHEHEhe..!" He pleaded, and you stopped. You were feeling quite merciful. "Fine, but you better take care of yourself from now on!" You pouted.

Asahi chuckled and gave you some headpats. "Fine, fine... you win..." He laid in the grass and glanced at the clear blue sky. You did the same, but before that, you grabbed your backpack, took out a packet of nikuman and gave it to the tall guy.

"Eat this, I imagined you weren't taking care of yourself so I grabbed something from Ukai-san's shop." Asahi thanked you and stared eating immediately. "So," he said "tell me about that book you're reading..."

[astraystayastayastray]

Miserable (You & Me)

Pairing: hanjisung!reader + fem!character

Genre: angst, hopeful ending

Song by: Han Jisung from Straykids

A/N: im doing alot of han fics cuz im feeling moody like him ;( sorry

Plot: When you fall in love with your best friend but afraid to confess

Description: You prepare to confess to your lifelong best friend but she suddenly says she wants to ask someone else out.

DO NOT COPY WORK.

Funny what you're thinking, where are you?

Who's in your head right now - someone other than me?

You're always looking for somebody.

The school bell rings and you get up to quickly go see her.

There she is at her locker. You put on a bright smile and jumpscare her.

"Boy! Don't do that you scared the heck outta me!" she screams at your face, slapping your arm.

"Stop hitting me! Ima report you to the principal's office!" You jump away from her, smiling and rubbing your sore arm.

She scoffs, wips her hair back, and says, "Oh I'll just use my amazing charm to shake him off."

"Yeah right. You have the same charm level as a caterpillar-"

"What'd you say?!"

"Nothing, nothing. Wanna get lunch?"

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"Jisung, I have something important to tell you."

"That's what friends are for eh? What is it my princess?"

"I'm not your princess, shut up."

When you ask her one more time what it is, her expression turns dead serious.

I stretched out my hand towards a hopeless future and poured myself out.

"I like someone. And I want to ask him out."

A throb of pain blooms in your chest. "O-Oh? Uhm and I suppose you'd tell me who that is?"

And she did. It was Hwang Hyunjin. THE boy of the entire school. Tall, talented, artistic, smart, and literally everything else a girl could hope for.

"Every single girl in this school is heart throbbing for him. Should i ask him out?"

Even though you acted totally cool about all this, you couldn't imagine your best friend, whom you've known for more than 10 years, falling for some random guy all of a sudden and thinking of confessing to him.

'Heart throbbing for him,' she had said.

'Then what about me?' you wonder. Are you some kind of old, wrinkly junk to her that can be thrown away and abandoned so easily?

Perhaps.. compared to THE Hwang Hyunjin, always the main character of the story, you probably are.

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I try to talk with you more and I feel so tired. But I can’t give you up.

The next few days you kept asking her what she liked about Hyunjin so much.

"Why do you keep asking?" she'd respond, waving you away.

Our pointless arguments end yet again with a goodbye.

If this is thе last of us,

I might just die.

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It was 10 years ago when you first met her, and 5 years when you fell in love with that person.

At first you didn't even know what love was. You didn't even care.

But the moment you met her, everything changed.

Love me like you loved me.

When you guys ate lunch together, you'd offer her your snacks. Every single day, she'd say "I love you bestie" and gobble it all up in one go - smiling with those cute cat like eyes and chubby cheeks.

'Cute,' you thought.

Say you're still mine

Once, in high school, someone from your class confessed to you during literature. You were so shocked that your introvert ass just kept staring at the poor girl fidgeting in front of you nervously.

Then, your best friend took action. Knowing that you probably didnt have any feelings for anyone, she told the girl to piss off.

"Sorry, but he's mine!" she had said playfully, putting an arm around you.

Of course you knew she was covering for you, but you couldn't help blushing furiously.

These days, all she does is talk about that stupid crush whenever she has a chance.

When you offer her snacks, she takes them without a comment and walks off to talk to other friends (mostly Hyunjin).

As time passes, you both start to draw apart. You didn't like it and so did she but it was the only way for you two to start focusing on your own dreams and interests.

Don't leave me

But she did.

I need somebody.

2 Years Later

It's over a year you haven't seen Han Jisung. After you announced that you and Hyunjin are finally dating, he just disappeared without a word.

Where could he be? you kept asking yourself.

3 More Years Later

Your sister is graduating high school! The exact same high school you went to five years ago...

Before the ceremony started, you decide to take a stroll around the large school - check if any of your old teachers still worked here.

On the way, you found yourself walking in the same hallway you went through the most often during your high school years.

Even though it should've been your long-time ex that you think about first, the face you first think of is Han Jisung.

Gosh, where could he be?

You come across your old locker.

The locker where Han secretly stashed chocolate and candies whenever you felt down,

The locker where you hid yourself and cried in when you failed finals,

The locker that Han Jisung opened and carefully carried you down,

The locker where you had your first kiss.

Yes it was a very stupid dare that you guys thought of when you were young, foolish, and immature. But it was still your first kiss.

Shaking away the passed memories, you pry open the unlocked locker.

Since summer was approaching, everyone had emptied theirs and took all their belongings home.

There was nothing in there..

Except a folded note.

With trembling hands, you pick up the paper and open it. The moment you see the handwriting, you gasp - it is Jisung's.

Dear (name),

I heard your sister is finally graduating and I couldn't miss the chance of talking to you.

I knew you were sooner or later passing by here so.. i left a note

Funny what you're thinking, where are you?

Hopefully you read this and not just a random freshman who got a new locker.

As you know, this school holds a lot of memories we spent together when we were young.

I hope you treasure the past and think back to those good times like I always do every single day.

There's someone else in your head right now

I already know

But I'll think of it all as a lie. I'll wait.

Baby, don't go away

15 years ago, we became best friends.

10 years ago, I fell in love with someone.

And that 'someone' is you.

I've waited for you, (name). And I still am.

Just dont leave me alone

Don't forget that when you need it, help is always beside you.

Just stay by my side

I love you.

Forever yours: Han Jisung

Miserable (You and Me)

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Check out masterlist for more.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! THANKS FOR READING!

[bellewintersroe]

Hello there!

May I have a BoB ship please?

I'm a woman, 5'8" tall, have hazel eyes (and I wear glasses) and have short (almost shoulder length), wavy, dark red hair (it's colored). I'm a voracious reader who enjoys historical fiction and I'm also a historical fiction writer. I'm very big on the literary and art movement of Romanticism, and my music taste fluctuates (it's mostly metal and industrial music right now, but I do enjoy music from the 40s and 50s as well). I also love Marvel comics and enjoy being around others (I'm a people person). I also wear rings and tend to wear a lot of dark colors and have a penchant for wearing boots. I also love to draw and am learning both French and German.

Hey! Thank you for your request <3

I ship you with… Buck Compton!

I’m not sure why but Buck just sprung to mind. When he’s talking about history during Bastogne in the foxhole that immediately struck me.

I think Buck would always think you’re gorgeous, and he’s tall himself so you’d look so good together. But I think it would take a while before the the two of you really got close.

Let’s set the scene, you’re in a foxhole and you start talking about something you read. He’s really stunned because how it’s such a pretty girl like you so knowledgable in the exact same thing he is.

he’s an educated man, so he respects a partner that’s the exact same. He thinks your passions are admirable. And that’s the exact moment a crush begins to form.

the two of you I feel like could talk for hours about topics- maybe it starts specifically about history or literature, and then the conversation moves onto both your pasts and life’s before the war.

I think from then on whenever you’d catch each others eyes you’d feel a little shy?? Like you’d both kinda smile nervously- but I think because you’re such a people person it’s never hard for a conversation to strike up.

he likes seeing you enjoy yourself around other people, seeing you happy begins to make him smile and oop- before he knows it he’s falling deep in loveeeeee.

I think he’d initiate the first move, kinda finds a way to sit with you alone in a foxhole again/ doesn’t want you to be alone in the middle of Bastogne or wherever you are and the two of you are super close and end up kissing.

there’d be a huge element of comfort in your relationship, you’d be each others person and the trust and security you could provide for one another would be insane.

especially after you’ve both experienced such heavy amounts of loss and grief, you’re each others rocks and it doesn’t take long for the relationship to develop.

When he gets taken off the line you’d give him one of your rings as a token of your love and he’d cherish it so much.

even though your relationship is super developed, it’s still early stages and you and Buck write to each other all the time when he’s taken off the line. He’s worried about lots of insecurities he never faced before.

I think you’re the type of person that would wait for him, and when he reunited with Easy, your own reuniting would be beautiful. Buck would be so happy, it would be overwhelming.

after the war you’d be each others biggest cheerleaders, I can imagine Buck being so proud of you in whatever you want to pursue. He’d always always take time out of his day to help you.

unwinding and listening to music together would be such quality time, even if that’s you both cooking together, or he’s fixing something in the garage and you’re sat near him reading a book- I think your home life would be so relaxed and perfect.

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I ship you platonically with David Webster!!!

Okay I had to add this one in specifically because of your love for literature.

I think it would be a while (maybe after Web comes back to Easy after being wounded) that he recognised your love for literature.

he strikes up conversation all impressed, he’s like, “hey, you’re talking about *insert whatever book/ author” and you’d be totally stunned like; “yeah? You know him?!”

you’d trade books and genuinely bond over your shared interests.

I think he’d be such a comfortable person to be around, he’d make sure you were okay, especially if there was any combat taking place.

liebgott teases you two he’s like “ooooo Buck better watch out!”

Webster just rolls his eyes and goes back to talking to you about whatever.

I think the two of you would have a really good gossip together, and seeing as you can both speak German, this makes it a lot easier to speak privately.

Apart from when Liebgott intercepts and butts into the conversation, which would be an extremely regular occurrence.

just start talking about literature (not comic books) and Liebgott will get bored and the two of you would probably laugh.

You both have the same sense of humour.

[kjng-x0]

Light Reading - The library

The air was dry, almost insufficient, and seemingly without temperature. Moldy and dusty, the kind that catches on your throat like barbs with every inhale. I tried hard not to gasp. Never had I seen so many books in my life. I reach out to the nearest shelf, carefully picking out a book that would not topple the many piles of writing. I sensed that maybe, in a previous life, this place may have been organized. No longer. Books covered every surface, piled dozens on top of dozens. Thin, hardly usable walkways separated the towers of literature blanketing the warped wooden floor. I look down at my newest treasure. The title, an array of geometrical brown indents, is in a language I can’t read. I flip open the deep maroon hard canvas cover and almost crush the first page to dust as my fingers attempt to grip it. I had created a wobbly indent, almost piercing through the brittle page, and resolved to be more careful in my exploring. After wiping my hand dry of as much oil as I could, I continued turning page after page. 

I had expected to see instructions, diagrams, explanations of old-world technology, but it was just words. Pages and pages of one sentence after the other, creating massive blocks of unbroken text. The sight was dizzying. No numbers, no separations, no drawings, no graphs—nothing to guide the eye logically from one idea to the next. What’s more: the dashes were in the middle of these endless paragraphs! As if a step would begin in the middle of a sentence! No wonder these people were killing their own planet. How could anyone follow this mess? The idea made my head spin, but my curiosity overtook me, and I put on my reading glasses. 

I focused the lens on the book and began fiddling with the knobs. Codeless. Of course. Every damn thing down here was codeless. I flipped through the menu and ran recognition on the language I was looking down at. English. A once-popular language, now almost extinct. Only linguists bothered to try and decipher its endless rules along with its endless exceptions. Those guys were heroes. Going through that so the rest of us wouldn’t have to. All their hard work culminating in a light reader stumbling around an eternal basement, reading some senseless flood of words, not even made of light, mind you. My one use, and it was absolutely irrelevant down here. At least the reading glasses had a few other helpful features, like translating the mass of text I held in my hands, though it hardly helped. The never-ending drone of words made it almost just as hard to follow post-translation as it was in English. My rising irritation made it increasingly difficult to ignore the musty dryness scraping at my trachea. I tried to suppress the coughing fit threatening to escape my tightening chest, but, still, I let out a few strangled coughs into my elbow.

Something stirred. In what I assumed was the far corner of the room, a few quick mechanical clicks and whirrs sounded out through the scarce strings of stale space found weaving through the labyrinth of books. My heart fluttered and my lungs ached with the desire to let the rising tension of the trapped air out. I realized I had stopped breathing as I frantically focused the lens of my reading glasses in the direction of the noise, trying to find an angle of vision through the narrow corridors, to no avail. All I could see was walls of books. My breath had begun to scream at my throat and my eyes filled with stinging tears. I didn’t trust my next exhale to be a quiet one, and fear battered stronger at my heart as it became increasingly obvious I wasn’t going to be able to hold it in.

The dam burst. Chokes and coughs clung lazily to the towers of old books, sounding almost far away as they travelled through the static air. Panic running through my body like lightning, I felt as though my throat should’ve been bleeding with the effort I put into regaining control of my breath. Every inhale made it worse, with my body then reflexively gagging to be rid of the nothingness I was choking on. The humidity of my exhales finally gathered enough in the fabric of my sleeve to slowly ease the attack on my respiratory system. Finally, as I managed to reign my breath back into control, brittle, static silence wrapped quickly around me like a blanket, muffling my now slow breaths. I waited, unmoving, listening for whatever else was making its way through the maze of disconcerting literature. Suddenly, a horrific idea settled itself deep in the pit of my navel, beginning a slow, cold churn in my stomach. This room wasn’t as big as it sounded. Lifting my reading glasses back onto my forehead and switching my life lenses’ lighting to “none”, I finally notice the bright red gleam peering at me through the wall of jumbled books

right in front of me.

[audeamusss]

July: Wrap Up

The start of this month felt like a slog, I wasn’t picking up to read and I generally felt a bit frustrated. There is nothing worse than hitting a slump. I’d have bursts of reading I finished the first two books each in a sitting but then wouldn’t touch anything in-between. It hit a low point with In The Miso Soup, which took almost two weeks to push through. Even through the mid-month crush, I completed my annual reading goal of 40 books almost 5 months early with one of the lowest rated books of the year.

As July draws to a close I feel like my spirits are lifted. Convenience Store Woman was a book to finish on a high note and as I roll into August I’m looking forward to what next month brings.

1. Pretentiousness: Why it Matters - Dan Fox (4/5)

I think this book does a very good idea of laying the foundation for authenticity as a concept. The burden that comes with the label of pretentiousness is often born through classism. It covers many topics although I found that the book focuses heavily on the relationship between the pursuit of niche topics that are often ‘pretentiousness’ and how that correlates to class. It talks about accents and the association that British accents in the eyes of Americans are pretentious but also that within the UK there is often a stigma associated with certain accents. I think its a topic that I’ve rarely seem literature touch on but I think it breaks it down well, contextually within the context of the UK.

2. Wild Things - Laura Kay (4/5)

This book was a big surprise. The cover is reminiscent of typical rom-com and it was my local book clubs selection for the July session. I had doubts I am not a romance kind of gay. I like heavy, sad and depressing but there was a lot more to Wild Things than meets the eye. Its a story about a group of friends that move out to their own house in a small town, they’re all close. Together they form their own sort of found family. The relationship is a smaller aspect of the bigger picture about pushing yourself out of your comfort zone and the importance of friends in your own development and success.

3. In the Miso Soup - Ryu Murakami (1/5)

As a short concept it feels like Patrick Bateman goes to Japan. There is very little in the way of content, the book loosely follows three acts and the pacing seems to make it drag on much longer. I felt like the book would never end. It must be said that the book will be extremely triggering to some, it handles things with little class and is made to be a point about the brutality of Frank. The third act gives some insight into the mentality but other than that I felt like the subtext of the novel was very two-dimensional. What it excels in is creating a suffocating atmosphere of Tokyo’s nightlife, the air is heavy with cigarette smoke and damp with regret.

4. Motherthing - Ainslie Hogarth (4/5)

This is a good intro into how to take something innocuous and distort it into something genuinely disturbing. Its a great balance of a commentary on the relationships between women as much as it is between men. It explores grief and loss. Ties and abuse. I read it all in one sitting, but I loved every second of it. It never overstayed its welcome so I can’t say I was displeased at all. It definitely left me craving for more horror.

5. Convenience Store Woman - Sayaka Murata (5/5)

I think this is a book more about authenticity than anything else. The pursuit if passions irregardless about how much people push you to an alternative. Everyone is different and to some working in a convenience store is all they need. It talks about ablism and the expectations to fulfil peoples ideals but also about rejecting them. I resonated deeply with the characters, I felt that the learning curve was something reminiscent to my own development. Definitely worth the short amount of time it took me to read this book.

[essenteez]

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 choi san 18+

"if i'm the bad wolf, you have to be the moon. cause no one makes me howl the way your body does."

"The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning."

☾ synopsis : ever since your boyfriend has gotten his new tattoo - beautiful moon phases climbing up his spine - you always fail to keep your composure when looking at it. it draws you to touch it, drag your fingers, nails, tongue... however, the worst mistake you made was letting san see your poor self-control. now, he makes sure to always use his new card in this game of "who gives up first."

☾ pairing : san x f!reader

☾ genre : smut, one-shot

☾ warnings : explicit language, teasing, ass slapping, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, commands, dick riding, big size, f! struggles to take it, mirror sex, back scratches, missionary, rough sex, penetration, breeding.

☾ words : 4k

NOTE : When I saw his back and the tattoo during mama performance, trust me, the sounds I made were inhuman. I will never recover from this. The power he bias wrecked me that moment should be studied :,) this piece is my ode to this tattoo

You failed yet again.

The temptation painted your sight in red while your willpower was at its lowest. In crushing defeat; saying goodnight to your dignity, you reached out your hand and dragged your finger down your boyfriend's naked spine.

You gulped quietly at San’s defined back muscles, now tensing under the touch of your sharp acrylic nail.

You began tracking the lines of his new tattoo. The moon cycle. Nine separate arts spread from his neck down to his slim waist. The work was beautifully done, impressive, and constantly begging you to touch it.

“You're really a fan of my latest whim.” He purred leisurely, stretching like a cat on the bed.

“Whim?” You chuckled. “You planned this tattoo for months.”

San looked so relaxed, laying on his belly as if he was waiting for a massage service. But you had a better idea.

The book you initially wanted to read was finally tossed aside. Positive reviews really made you curious. The plan for this evening was to indulge in the literature and find out if the recommendations were not bullshit.

But then your boyfriend decided to visit you in the late hours just to take off his shirt and spread his whole body on your bed. Apparently, he was tired after dance practice, so he quickly took a shower and went straight to your apartment.

Yeah, right. You had known him for years, and you knew how tired San looked like. The San that was now laying beside you had a lot of energy to spend. And there was no dance practice on Fridays.

“Not true! At first, it was supposed to be drawn only for the awards, you know, part of the lore? But I really liked how it looked. And the decision to make it real was sudden!"

“Fine.” You smiled at his cute indignation. “I'm happy that it's real, actually.”

“Why is that?”

His head rested on his hands, facing away from the spot where you sat. You used that opportunity of being out of his sight and of his guard being down.

The wickest giggle escaped your chords, “Cause now I can do this.”

You leaned over his lower back, right beyond the first tattoo of waning crescent moon. He twitched at the touch of your tongue, shamelessly climbing up his bare spine.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He whined somewhat relieved, as if he waited for that exact move of yours.

Not caring that you probably danced to his tune, you were now making your way back down with slow and juicy kisses. San’s whole body began waving at the tingling sensation. His body temperature rose rapidly. You could feel it through the thin skin of your lips.

Every single tattoo had its lines carefully traced with your tongue and then adorned with an invisible mark of your mouth. San was yours, all yours to enjoy.

Your boyfriend loved it with every fiber of his body. You could tell by the way he subconsciously hummed the melody of pure bliss. You could see it by how his sun kissed skin covered with goosebumps and how his body rose and fell from deeper and faster breathing.

You repeated the route a few times before reaching for his neck to bury your face in it. Inhaling his intoxicating smell; a mixture of soap, shampoo, and pheromones, you caused your own mind to spin.

Touching, kissing, and smelling that man was enough to make the muscles around your entrance grow tighter. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet.

“Baby…” He gasped when your teeth softly grabbed his earlobe.

His desperate pleas made you inhale sharply. You would have given him the heads of his enemies just to hear him whimper like that again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise you won't leave me grinding my dick onto your sheets like that.” Oh, his needy whines were truly to die for.

Your eyes wandered down his glistening spine right onto his shaply bottom. Slight circling movements of his hips made the cockiest smile crawl onto your mouth.

“So impatient.” You hummed.

His plump asscheeks had your head in the whirl. You needed that ass moving like that between your legs. Your cunt cried sweet tears when your head filled with the vision of San using his trained pelvis to thrust his way inside you.

You groaned in his ear, pleased at the sound that his sin worthy cheek made at the abrupt contact with your hand.

“You little shhhhit.” He hissed in full arousal at the sudden surprise and now the prickling skin.

“Oh apologies, my moon prince.” You pouted with fake guilt. To ease his abused ass, you grabbed a handful of his flesh and gave it a proper massage.

Using this opportunity, you pushed him more and more against the mattress, and you went back to teasing his neck, ear, and temple.

“Moon prin…ah fuuck.” He had no chance to ask you to elaborate on his new nickname. The new, deepened friction between his hardening cock and your satin sheets sent electric waves up his body. It reached all his nerves, which woke up just to act stupid from all the delightful stimulations.

San shifted his head to your side. The pillow traces on his cheek made you want to kiss it. But you focused on his hazy eyes and parted lips, drying up from needness.

“You're cruel, you know?” He whispered.

You laid down next to him, face to face. Obsessed, your hand never let go of his ass, groping and squeezing the plum. You stopped pushing his pelvis down. However, San kept grinding, now deeper and more aggressive.

“Look who's talking.” You teasingly licked his lips. “I had plans for this evening but you stormed into my room, exposing your beautiful chest, broad shoulders and slutty waist while wearing these black thin shorts.”

His smirk said it all.

“You're well aware that the outlines of your thighs are enough to make me drip, yet here you are.” You scoffed in frustration. ”And now that damn tattoo…”

San shifted to lay on the side, chest against chest with you. You were pulled closer to him by having your waist embraced by his strong arm, the other slid under your head to stop you from leaving.

You had no chance to react when your night dress got pulled up your hips. In a brutal way, your thong got ripped off you. There was not a chance to say anything since he immediately pushed his knee between your rubbing thighs.

“You're right.” He chuckled, feeding on your loud gasps. “I just love to see you struggle to contain yourself around me.”

San didn't have to do anything to have you grind on his thigh. You craved his touch, from the softest to cruelest, all over and inside your body

“San, ah.” You whimpered into his lips as you felt him purposely tensing up his muscles underneath you. The enhanced lines rubbed against you, making every cell in your body vibrate.

You put your hands flat on his chest. His heart beat so fast, chasing the pace of your pulse resonating in your head. No language could ever explain how much you needed him. Only your eyes could show him. Only your heat, wetness could make him feel it, and you were absolutely soaked, so much you heard squelched noises getting louder with every grind. Your shame was gone. All that mattered was a release granted to you by this beautiful man.

Your lips were brushing, noses rubbing, you breathed each other's air. The teasing, who gives up first and kisses the other, built up the tension to the point it was palpable. But the need to indulge in your taste made San lose the duel.

At first, he gently bit on your lower lip as if it was a fruit, and he wanted to see if it was ripe enough to be fully devoured.

“Pure sweetness.” He murmured with a low tone.

The moment your lips interlocked, San became braver with his actions. He stroked his hardness against your soft womb but it was your taste, scent, your closeness, the way your eyes shone and your pussy called for him that brought him to the edge of losing control. He swallowed your moans and let go only when you couldn't catch a breath from the crushing bliss.

“You're so loveable, (y/n).” He spoke as much as his own problems with breathing allowed him to. He was so hard it almost hurt, and you were so… “So touchable, irresistible. And so damn fuckable.”

“San-” You were close. His arm around your waist tightened, resulting in him fully controlling the speed of your movements.

“You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” He growled into your lips. “I also planned this evening, you know. To pump you full, to the brim. To sit you down on my cock and watch you struggle to take it. I need that tattoo scratched with your nails. You hear me?”

The ecstasy chased you, but it was his words that tipped the scale. The fog covered your sight, and the sensation made your head fall back.

“Let's prepare you for the ride, shall we?”

San made a space between your drained folds and his wet, sticky thigh, and he slid his hand. His two digits found your entrance without a problem. Feeling them entering you, switching from stimulating your clit to pushing your sweet spot, you were done.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes.” You cried, banging at his broad chest.

San lips attached to your exposed neck, sucking, nibbling on the sensitive skin. That did not disturb him to finger you as his life depended on it.

The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning.

And you moaned that name, whined it while tossing and turning in the arms of its owner.

“Hmmm yeeees. Cum for me… cum cum cum cum.” He led you right into the void of madness.

Waves of pure bliss hit you one after another. He pushed you slightly onto your back and hovered above you. His fingers kept reentering your walls ruthlessly. The pace fastened. San needed to fuck the last ounce of orgasm out of you. He had to see you desperate for more. And you gave that to him, you gave it all.

When your trembling began to fade, he finally withdrew his long fingers. They left your slit with a pop sound as your walls did not want to let them go.

“Mmmm, so satisfying.” He cooed with a smug look on his face.

You were soaked, dripping down on your freshly changed sheets. Only San could bring you to the state like that. Only he was able to work you out.

And he knew it too well. That was why he savored your taste on his tongue each time, collecting your essence from his digits as a reward. This was his ritual with you, and he felt like pulling the knife at any man who would try to take his place.

It was a little embarrassing to cum this hard from a foreplay. He could see it in your face. Oh, he would enjoy holding it against you later, then having you challenge him just so he could prove you the point yet again. Perhaps you wouldn't be this defeated with another man. And that thought alone stroked his ego in all the right directions. The cruel prince had awakened.

While he let you catch a breath, he sat down and took care of his shorts all wet from you and his own precum. They landed next to the shreds that once was a thong.

Nonchalantly, San went back to tower over your recovering body.

“Such a good, good girl you are, (y/n). You make me want to brag about you everywhere I go.” He focused on your lips. “And I think I will. You deserve a big kiss, baby.”

You quietly sobbed at another touch of his lips on yours. San grabbed your jaw to keep you in place so he can fully immerse in you. You grabbed onto him. Arms around his shoulders, legs embracing his waist.

“More.” You whispered weakly, breaking the kiss. “Please.”

With a merciful smirk, San embraced and secured your back. He had no trouble picking you up and sitting down with you in his arms.

“It's your call, baby.” He gently kissed your neck. “I'm all yours.”

It was your turn to move.

His cock deliciously throbbed between your legs, hard and swollen, tip tinted purple. San was more than ready. His eyes demanded you ride him until you were both sweaty messes. He clearly told you what he planned for tonight.

You gave him a few slow strokes and massaged his peak, which he awarded you for with impatient curses. Depending on the position, his length as well as width could be too much for you sometimes.

But you, adjusting to his size, was what he lived for. The tight embrace of your wall required a lot of self-control to not combust immediately. You were a challenge he would never fail to accept.

You raised your hips, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your slit. You trembled anytime it brushed your entrance.

“I know you can take it.” He encouraged you with this annoying amusement in his voice. Oh, how weak you were for this arrogant man.

Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently caressed them, drawing soothing circles with his thumbs. San began to watch the show as you welcomed him inside.

“Of fuck.” You hissed at the stretch. Supporting yourself on his shoulders didn't help. You sucked him in on your own.

The air abruptly left his lungs as your pussy graced his manhood with the first silkiest hug tonight. He wanted to act tough, intimidating with his cocky smile, but you felt like heaven.

San fought hard. You whetted his big appetite. He wished he had taken the matters in his hands, but he couldn't just pin it to you. Also, where was the fun in that? He preferred to watch you cry and struggle as he sunk deeper inside your warmth, inch by inch, without mercy.

“Shit, you're sooo tight.” He gasped out at how you began working on suck him dry.

Possessed with pleasure, San waited until you got more comfortable with his size. And the moment he felt you loosened and the relief ghosted your face, he knew he could push into you fully.

You shook on your whole body when he moved his hips up and finally reached his goal.

“Ruude.” You whimpered, feeling absolutely intoxicated all stuffed like that.

While you tried to gather your thoughts, San released your breasts from the night dress and buried his face in their plush. He inhaled the pure scent of your bare skin. You smelled sweet and spicy, exactly like your personality.

“You know me. I like being rude.” He smirked. “And I know you. You like it too.”

He was right. The struggle was real, but even that provided you with indescribable bliss. And now, when you engulfed him fully, the satisfaction was out the roof.

San firmly put his hands on your hips and moved them without a word of warning.

Waves of delight washed upon you when his tip swept over your sweet spot, “Waaait, I- ne-ed to aah!”

But he didn't listen. He couldn't stop, not with you taking him so well, not when you were dripping all over his thighs.

Under his control, you felt him reach new depths with every grind. Setting the pace, he didn't need to lead you anymore. The fullness you felt was driving you crazy. You put your head on his shoulder, hands on his back, and you rode him, deep and starving.

“If I'm your moon prince. Then what does that make you? My moon?” He asked out of nowhere as if he wasn’t just penetrating the deepest corners of your womanhood and making you lose your senses.

You couldn't answer. You could not form a single word.

“Hmm?” He was stubborn, despite swallowing his own moans. “Are you my moon?”

You mumbled something. The force his dick rubbed on your sweet spot took away your ability to think, let alone speak. You felt every beat in his veins. But San needed you to play along.

A juicy smack landed on your ass, “Are you?”

You mustered a little will to answer his demands, “Ye-es.”

He kissed your collar bone gently, which clashed with the treatment you received somewhere else.

“Then let me howl at you the whole night.”

With these words, his arms embraced your waist and shifted your whole weight onto himself. You were lifted up a little bit, enough so he had space to pound on you as freely as he could.

San began claiming you, rough and madly. His hips moved underneath you while his eyes studied every emotion on your face.

“Look at yourself.” He breathed out. “Look how cute you are, melting around my dick like that.”

Ah, yes. The mirror in front of your bed.

San never failed to remind you about it when you were getting intimate. He never failed to use it as a tool.

You didn't hang it there to watch yourself getting demolished. There was really no other place in your room to put this big mirror you bought on a very beneficial sale. But ever since you brought San in your apartment, the reflection stopped being associated with only checking your appearance.

You raised your half shut eyes at your face. You stared at how pathetic you were and how much you didn't care about it. You watched your features contorted in delight when San reached deeper and now was hitting your cervix unforgivably. You heard your own cries from the power, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, unearthly good.

The moment the frequency of your walls’ spasm grew, he sat you down on his cock again, burying his whole face in your neck. Now both your bodies rocked back and forth.

“It's too much.” You pinned your nails into his back and dragged them against his skin.

San cursed between hisses, making you look at the marks you just made. There was no blood, but the lines were getting bright red.

The was something about the way his wide back muscles moved while holding you tight, fucking you mindlessly. You focused on the tattoo that started it all. It worked on you like a flame on a moth. Every little thing pushed you closer and closer to the point of breaking. The way his body felt under your touch, how it moved with one goal - to have you scream.

He smelled like a late summer day, despite the outside weather being cold. The sweet sound he moaned into your ear made your whole existence buzz.

“I can't hold it anymore.” You informed him breathlessly. “I'm about to cum. But I can't…I can't…”

That position, despite allowing him to penetrate you the deepest, tended to exhaust you. San could tell it, by the way your movements slowed down compared to your need for release. Gladly, he had more strength than enough to take care of you.

He, himself, needed you to sob his name as he took you like an animal. San had nothing against slow, passionate sex but with you, it was simply impossible. You occupied his mind every second of the day. There were many nights he spent alone due to tours and busy schedules, sleepless nights, spent on quietly moaning out your name as his drenched cock throbbed in his hand. So when he finally had you in his arms, he let all the hunger out. San couldn't get enough of you. Calling it addiction would've been an understatement. You were his object of worship.

With the sudden overflow of motivation, he effortlessly changed your position that would allow him to give his goddess the finish she deserved. Your weakening body was laid down on its back. His pride did not slide out of you, even for a moment.

“Baby...” You called for him, but all you received was a glance, a momentary view of his eyes that were like the ones of a wild wolf.

San pulled your hips up to fuck you in the most suitable angle. His firm grasp kept you in place. The next goal was to set the pace that was going to have you cumming in seconds.

His elastic pelvis graced you with powerful yet skillful thrusts. His tip attacked your sensitive center, not letting it rest. You got even wetter, slicker to the point he didn't feel when he was going in and out of you.

“San, I'm…” You gasped, not able to make a sound. The control over your body belonged to San.

You broke beneath him.

The extreme heat accumulated in your abdomen exploded, flooding you from head to toes. Your sight blurred, heart pounded in your chest. The loud cries from the indescribable pleasure overcame any other sound in the room. There was no way to stop the severe trembling. It was too much. He was too much for your fragile, sensitive body to handle all this differently. You shattered into small pieces around him. And you would do it again and again.

San leaned above you with his hands on both sides of your head. You saw the sweat dripping down his neck and chest, and it drove you insane.

“My balls prepared a nice load for my moon.” He grunted with trouble. “And you will take it all. Every drop.”

His command, like a charm, had your cramping walls grab onto the base of his cock, their fast pulse forcely ripped the orgasm out of him.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” He whined, shooting his rich load inside you. You accepted his throbs and spasms like a reward, with pure bliss.

San took his time, sliding in and out, painting your walls in white with his essence. Loud curses and moans leaving his throat were a reminder that you absolutely belonged to him.

“Fuck baby, the way you tighten around me when you cum...” He groaned, melting over the satisfying sensation. “Paradise.”

You embraced him with so much appreciation and love when he laid on you, forbidding him from exiting you.

He looked at your closed eyes and their teary corners. He studied your parted lips that he wanted to kiss constantly. You were so perfect, all wasted like that.

To calm you both down, he leaned to the side and began caressing your neck with lazy smooches. Your quiet, adorable little moans in response to his affection made the blood rush in his veins again.

“More.” He whispered desperately in your ear. “I need…more.”

He paid closer attention to your bare breasts. They called for him, bouncing slightly as he began to move his hips in circles. Your erected buds hardened, caught in his skillful lips. Body decided for you. It yearned for him once more.

“Baby…” You entangled your fingers in his black hair, feeling him slowly thickening inside you.

“There is still so much I wanna do to you. I'm so horny for you, baby.” His raspy, sultry tone was enough to make your pussy flutter. And he felt that with every ounce of his being. There was no better feeling than your desire for him.

The art on his back crossed your spinning mind. You found the culprit of this insatiability.

“Damn you, tattoo.” You giggled. “I really wanted to read that book tonight.”

He lined up his face with yours and gave you that well-known, disarming smile with dimples that had you and all his fans go weak in the knees.

Little did you know, the tattoo you were now cursing wasn't his "latest whim". The moment he saw your eyes shine at the drawn one, he immediately decided to have it forever engraved on his skin. Now San had his own little trick to keep your full attention on no one else but him.

@nateezfics @hazysan 💋

[mc-tummy-blur]

Ask Game to Get to Know You

I was tagged by @deathishauntedbyhumans a fat bit ago, so imma do it now, lol

What book are you currently reading?

I guess technically I'm reading The Qur'an for an English class that looks at Biblical texts as literature. Pretty interesting so far.

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Uhh, gotta be Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, but I feel like once I see John Wick Chapter 4, it could replace that. I've been dying to see it.

What do you usually wear?

Uh, idk I gues like comfortable clothes that I can lounge around in??? Clothes that maybe say Gender tm idk

How tall are you?

5'4. 5'4 and a half of a good day.

What's your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Aquarius. I mean, it's on Valentine's Day, so.

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

In public, I go by my birth name, and in private, I go by my chosen name. Honestly, I guess either one isn't so bad to be called, but I think one day I would like to be called by my chosen name in public.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Nope, and I'm very thankful I never did. I don't care what benefits the military or being a cop has. I'm not doing either, lmao

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I'm not, and I dont think I have one? It's more like it would be nice to be in a relationship in general, but I'm also not thinking too hard about it rn.

What's something you're good at vs. something you are bad at?

Good at drawing, bad at math.

Dogs or cats?

Both cause I got both.

What's something you would like to create stuff for?

I'd really like to do my own video essays one day on things that I like/things that are important to me. And, also I would like to film a project one day. Also, highkey, my brother, sister, and I joke that we should be writers in like any company we grew up with (Lucasfilms, TellTale Games). Hire us, you cowards, lmao. If not, we'd just start a podcast talking about how something should be written, lmao

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Haven't written much this year, but I think my favorite art piece that I haven't shared on here was a drawing I did last night of Ruby Rose from RWBY, then seeing an old pic I did of her in 2017. Maybe I'll post the two at some point cause I like to show the growth I had.

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

The Persona games. Currently playing three and four. I'll find out a way to check out the first two games.

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Can't think of anything at the moment

What's a hidden talent of yours?

The talent is so hidden that I haven't even figured it out yet lmao. Though maybe it's writing angst, I found out that I'm pretty good at that.

Are you religious?

I think at the end of the day, yeah, I am. But it's not extreme.

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

Not sure how I should answer this question since I'm interpreting it in multiple ways. Uh, I guess maybe like a chest binder? Or some like hot wings idk

I'll tag @sampoststuff @sharkmobster @indigomuunz @youraveragedeltafan, but honestly, anyone can do this