#can't wait for this to be outdated when i start the comic

[theuniversetraveler]

Took me way too long to get this uploaded, I went through a mental slump and dragged my feet finishing the drawing and I struggled to get the bios typed up because I didn't know what to say for some of them. Anyways, let's get into it.

The A-B groups focus on Dusty and the characters from his world. They're all a part of a comic project that I've had rattling around in my head since I was young.

In essence it follows Dusty as he uses his powers to protect the city from evil, as well as helping the citizens with whatever they have going on. Think Sonic the Hedgehog meets Spider-Man meets Steven Universe.

and now the bios (left to right):

Dusty (15): A teen that lives with his mother Michelle in Somewhere City. He acts as the protector of the city and saves it from disaster whenever the need arises. When he's not saving the day, he lives like an ordinary teen. He attends high school and is part of the cheer squad, in his free time he spends it reading his favorite comic, The Adventures of the Daring Dinah Dynamo, or listening to his favorite music. Optimistic and headstrong, he's an outgoing and friendly guy who is always willing to put the needs of others before his own, sometimes to his detriment.

After being exposed to a strange chemical, he gained above average strength, speed, agility, stamina, flexibility, and durability. His arms are elastic, and he can throw punches and grab things at a distance.

Darcy (14): A girl from Somewhere City who is Dusty’s best friend and classmate. She's the first person Dusty befriended after he moved. Always full of energy, she's always constantly on the move and has a hard time sitting still. She's very outspoken and says whatever is on her mind, which more often than not gets her into trouble. She's incredibly loyal and will stand by her friends no matter what.

Michelle (36): A woman from the city of Marklynn. She moves to Somewhere City with her son Dusty for a fresh start. She’s a woman with a rough edge that tries her best to be a kind and nurturing mother, but her short temper sometimes gets in the way. She’s an expert mechanic and is very capable at fixing things.

Cliff (48): A man from Somewhere City. He’s a single dad that has two kids, Connor and Darcy. He and his wife split when the kids were young. Since then, he’s done his hardest to ensure that they have a good life. He is a fount of wisdom that many people rely on, and he has a surplus of patience. He does have his limits however.

Jackie (33): The mayor of Somewhere City. She's a highly motivated and well composed individual who takes her job very seriously. Sometimes a little too seriously, to the point where she forgets to take breaks. Fortunately for her she has the support of her friends to keep her from working too hard, Cliff being one of them. The two have been friends since they were kids and have a sibling-esque relationship.

Bolt (N/A): A highly advanced robot created by Darius Mason, a brilliant roboticist and engineer, and one of Dusty’s friends. He was built as part of an experiment to create a fully autonomous robot that could think and feel like a normal person. Bolt himself is a kind and inquisitive individual with a passion for helping others. He's a bit naive when it comes to his perception of the world, always trying to see the best in people.

Bolt was built to be nearly invulnerable and was later upgraded with super strength and the capability of flight. Along with these features, he was given the ability to unleash energy blasts from his palms.

Aura (15): An alien from the far reaches of outer space. They crashed in the mountains near where Dusty and his friends happened to be camping. She can understand what Dusty and friends say, but can’t communicate with them. Her body contains an inordinate amount of energy unique to their race, and she can float and survive in the vacuum of space. They’re a kind and peaceful individual, and aren't afraid to face danger to help her friends.

[legandairy-horror]

Does anyone else feel a strange sort of dread waiting for new deltarune chapters?

It sounds crazy right? I admit it's a weird feeling for sure, and I'm not even 100% sure if dread is the right way to describe it. But as more info is revealed and the next chapter inevitably gets closer and closer to releasing I can't help but feel a strange sort of, melancholy? Longing? The only way I can describe it is "when you know the goodbye is coming". The strange somber feeling when you know you’re going to have to leave stuff behind, but aren't quite ready for it yet.

warning: words. Homestuck

In 3 months Chapter 1 will be 6 years old, and in 2 months Chapter 2 will be 3 years old. Deltarune is ostensibly in Early Access but this release schedule puts new chapters closer in time scale to whole sequals if anything, which they most assuredly are not trying to be. This has created a strange situation in the fanbase that I don't think I've ever truly seen anywhere else. One where, In the time between chapters It feels like everyone has had their own chance to decide what Deltarune is to them. To create their own version of this story, to write their own themes that they want to see explored, to imagine their own events and plot twists they want to see play out.

@lynxgriffin Paper Trail Comic Being an Alternate Story following off of chapter 1

@lilybug-02 The Chara Timeline Being one of many interpretations on the popular Asriel & Chara roommates headcannon.

@huecycles Andromeda Chapters being their interpretation on the full game

The innumerable Deltarune Theorists and analysts like HalfBreadChaos, Andrew Cunningham, Stuffed Alpaca, etc. etc.

@vyletbunni Deltatraveler being a whole ass fangame based around a chapter 2 meme that it has long since outlived

And that's kinda the thing isn't it? Once more deltarune comes out, a ton of these projects will just become outdated, it's an inevitability. So what will happen to them? will they become forgotten? maybe, maybe not, it's impossible to tell. but either way it feels kinda sad to think about yknow? that one day all the time and effort spent and all the memories made might one day just cease to exist.

There's a lot more I could say on this topic if given the chance but to keep this tumblr post from morphing into a 2 hour long video essay in text form let me leave off with this.

In the age of the internet and social media there will always be a fan of something. Nothing truly dies quite like it used to anymore, regardless of whatever influencers want you to believe. But that doesn't mean things stop changing, that there wasn't a past that has since been left behind. I'm a Homestuck fan. more specifically I'm a Late Homestuck fan, one who came in after the comic had already ended and it's peak in popularity was long behind it. The fandom's still around all these years later. But it'd be foolish to admit that, 8 years after the comics controversial end, the inescapable trend of new fans replacing old fans has left the fandom wholly disconnected from the monolith that it once was. the only remnants of which lie in decades old discourse and fanfiction. Like old relics of a long forgotten city, waiting to be excavated under a fine layer of dirt.

Before I close out here I just want to make it clear: I'm not saying that we should be trying to return to some nebulous "glorious past" that never really existed. I'm not trying to deride Toby Fox for not working in the sweatshop hard enough to produce more content™, or whatever you wanna try and spin-doctor this post into. It's just a thought that creeps into my head every now that I wanted to share, see if anyone feels the same, yknow?

Besides it's not all doom and gloom. For those of you OG Homestucks who read till the end. You remember Heinoustuck? Guidestuck? Nightfall? Fucking Ke$haStuck? yeah those are still going by the way! after years of inactivity they've now started back up again. some under new authors and some by the same author but still!

You could say a lot about that but to me at least, it makes me feels hopeful in a way. That, even if not everything will survive. we'll at least have some mementos to remember what came before.

[wren-writes-stuff]

Of Lattes And Lab Rats: Chapter 7- Tension

(See here for masterlist and warnings. This story is 18+!!!!)

"You can't be serious," Jayce spat incredulously. You shrug. "Oh my god, you are. I can't believe you've never read The Many Adventures of Teemo The Bandle Scout. You're missing out, dude."

From over the stove, stirring a pot of pasta and chopped vegetables, you laugh heartily. "I guess I must be, if you love it that much. I'd check it out at the library, but uh...that's a kid's book isn't it?" You tease him over your shoulder.

"Hah-hah," he mocks. "My mom read it to me every night when I was younger. So-"

"Ah, a mama's boy, are you?"

"So, yes, I very much like that book," he says, ignoring your playful jab, "but it doesn't read like a kid's book. It doesn't talk down to the reader the way a lot of other children's books do. That's what makes it so good."

You chuckle again, a little tipsy, and shut off the stove. "Alright, alright. I'll give it a shot." Wood clanks against glass as you plate your food, and you cover up the pot haphazardly- your hands tremble slightly from the wine you've already had two glasses of since you got home. You hand Jayce a his plate, and he thanks you. "Wanna go sit on the couch? You might have more room to stretch out."

"Yes please," he replies enthusiastically. You noticed how cramped he looked sitting at your table earlier that morning, so you're not surprised at his answer. He waits patiently for you as you refill your glass of wine- you offer him some more as well, and he accepts. "That's your third glass, isn't it? Better pace yourself, there." You roll your eyes with fake exasperation.

"Let me liiive" you whine. "Go on, you're blocking the doorway with your giant fucking shoulders." You shoo him away, your wine sloshing dangerously close to the rim of your glass as you do. He chuckles, and you don't miss the way his face flushes at your comment.

As Jayce settles in on your comically large sofa, you shove aside the books and papers littering your coffee table, muttering to yourself about how you "really need to clean this damn house." Jayce grabs one of the papers as you do so, examining it. You resist the urge to snatch it away from him before he can look; you don't want to be rude, however embarrassed you might be. He props himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his fist as he smiles. His eyes flicker from the parchment, to you, then back again.

"Is this a self portrait?" He asks. You scoff. If he has to ask, it must not be very accurate.

"No," you tease, "I drew that when your mom invited me over last night." He snorts, sets the paper down, and turns to his food.

"Are you gonna sit down, or what?" He asks.

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a second, I'm gonna start the fire." It wasn't cold by any means; the warm summer air was flowing in from the window you opened earlier. But, your apartment was outdated, and hadn't been fixed with the latest electricity powered lights. The only light in the room was from the lanterns hanging in the hallway, and the candelabra on the bookshelf.

With the fire now lit, the room became significantly less spooky, and more cozy. You close the crystalline hearth-cover hinged on either side of the bricks, which helps bounce more light around the room, and take a deep breath. Finally, you flop down next to Jayce. Once again, he's snarfing down your food like he hasn't eaten in days.

"That is so good," he says.

I bet it doesn't taste as good as you do, you think to yourself. You almost want to say it, and you bite your lip, afraid you might actually do it. His eyes flicker down to your lips for a fraction of a second, then back up to your eyes. You look away, stifling a smile. You're way too drunk right now. You don't know if it's arousal, shame, alcohol, or all three, but you feel heat under the collar of your shirt- which you wish he would take off for you. Ughhh.

"I'm glad you liked it," you finally say. You look around the room for something, anything, dear Janna, please, anything else to talk about, before you grabbed this man by the collar and fucked him senseless.

"Um...wanna play a game?"

"Sure. What did you have in mind?"

You don't actually know. You don't own any board games, or even a deck of cards. This was a stupid idea.

"Let's play a drinking game," you finally come up with. You snag the other bottle of wine from the coffee table and uncork it, finding yourself glad to have bought two. "You ever played 'put a finger down' before?"

"I have, but it's been a long time. What are the rules again?" You think he's serious, but the glint in his eyes tells you he's teasing you.

Right. It's in the name. "Whatever," you scoff.

You top off both your glasses and lean back, sinking into the overly plush cushions. You both hold up a hand.

"Put a finger down if..." you worry at your lip some more, thinking. "...if you've ever been stung by a bee." Neither one of you moves. "Alright that one was kind of lame. Your turn, Mister Talis."

"Put a finger down if...you've ever tried drugs." You quirk a brow at him, and he shrugs. You sip your wine and put a finger down without breaking eye contact, and he looks surprised. "Really?" He says incredulously, "I was mostly kidding. I didn't think you were the type."

"Ah, it was a long time ago. A friend from school brought in some sort of psychedelic he got during a trip to Shurima." You suck in sharply through your teeth at the memory. "Trust me. I won't be touching that shit again. Okay, let's see...um, put a finger down if you've ever had a bad one night stand." He puts a finger down and takes a sip.

"Yeah, I've had my fair share."

"Wow. Jayce Talis the playuhh." You waggle your eyebrows at him, and he guffaws. "Okay, I need to know. What was the worst one?"

"Well, there was only one really bad one. Listen, I don't kink shame-" he raises his hands, trying to look innocent- "But this one guy really wanted to piss on me. Like, mark his territory, or whatever."

You find yourself absolutely cackling as he speaks, tears forming in your eyes.

"Are you serious??"

"Oh, absolutely. And listen, I'll try anything once- but that was a little intense for just a one night stand. The guy bought me one drink and thought he could claim me. No thank you."

"Oh my god," you choke out, "that's insane. So what did you do about it?"

Jayce shrugs.

"Told him I wasn't interested, and sent him home. He practically threw a tantrum as he was leaving, talking about how I 'didn't know what I was missing.' I don't know, I don't think I was missing much." He takes another sip of his wine and puts his hand back up. "Alright, my turn, right?"

You shake your head 'yes', putting your own hand back up.

"Put a finger down if you've ever kissed a scientist."

You cough, choking on your own spit. "Wh-Jayce!"

His eyes are full of mirth, and you want to sip your wine to have something to avoid his gaze with, but that would be admitting to something you've never done. He puts a finger down.

'Okay first," you point at him accusingly, "you're playing dirty. Second, you're not supposed to incriminate yourself like that. You just docked yourself a point, and now I'm ahead."

He licks his lips, and your heart leaps into your throat. "We could change that, you know. Bring you down to my level." He's giving you those half lidded eyes again, and you want to grab him by the collar- take the bastard down a peg, make him submit to you, but you're secretly reveling in the sexual tension. Not yet. You shove him playfully, trying to hide your face.

"You tease. Anyway, who'd you kiss? Viktor?" He guffaws again, face turning red to match yours.

"Believe me, I've thought about it. But, no." He shrugs indifferently. "No, it was a classmate during my first year at the academy. Several, actually."

You snort.

"You really are a slut, huh?"

He rolls his eyes, and downs the rest of his wine in one gulp. He refills his cup, and you give him a pointed look.

"Now who's drinking too fast?"

You take your chance to sip some more as well, trying to match his pace. You gaze at him over the rim of your glass, admiring his beauty while he's not looking.

The orange light of the fire casts deep, dramatic shadows across his face. His dark hair looks tussled after a long day without a combing-through, and the deep red collared shirt he wore hugged his chest and arms in a way that accentuated his muscles. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, putting his strong forearms on full display. You find yourself staring at his jaw, not for the first time today. It's strong, sharp, and flecked with stubble. You wish you could plant yourself in the space where his massive shoulder meets his neck, licking and sucking and-

"I do believe it's your turn," he says gently.

You snap your eyes back to his, realizing that you weren't just staring, but practically drooling. You closed your mouth, which you didn't notice had dropped open, and tried to catch your breath. You were almost panting like a dog. Get it together, sis.

He's looking at you expectantly, hunger written on his face. You swallow. You decide maybe it wouldn't be so bad to scoot just a little bit closer to him- and you do, but not much. There's still quite a large gap between the two of you.

Jayce brings his elbow up to rest on the back of the couch, resting his forehead in his hand. You're not sure you can take much more of this; not with the way he's looking at you like you're is next meal.

"My turn," you repeat. "Put a finger down....if...you...." You flounder, the thought of his hands on you turning your brain to scrambled eggs; you laugh, awkwardly. "Um, I don't know. You can go again, I can't think of anything."

"Alright, then. Put a finger down if you find me attractive." He rakes you up and down with his eyes, and you feel the hairs on your arms stand on end. Now he's really playing dirty. Your jaw clenches, swallowing again. You decide to play dirtier, refusing to put a finger down despite the obvious. His brows raise in mock surprise.

"No?" He tilts his head, "not even a little?"

You cross your arms, feigning indignance. "Nope" you say, popping the 'p' for emphasis. 

"I see."

He  sets his wine glass on the coffee table.

"That must be very embarrassing for you," you tease. "It was quite presumptuous of you to assume so, don't you think?" You can't stop the lust from seeping into your voice anymore, too busy enjoying this cat and mouse game.

"I'm not so sure."

He's crawling towards you now, on all fours, and you back away as he does; he's positively intimidating in a way you don't dislike.

"So you weren't giving me bedroom eyes all day? I saw the way you were looking at me at the gelato shop. I know you want me." His eyes flicker down to your lips just as your back bumps against the arm of your couch. You've got nowhere else to go; he's cornered you.

"No. I think you were imagining things." You try to stand your ground, but your voice is shaking and you're out of breath. You feel your face burn with shame; and a generous amount of arousal. Jayce chuckles, low, and quiet, still bringing his face ever closer to your own.

"I'm pretty sure it was you imagining things." He puts a hand on your thigh, sliding it up your skirt, "not just at the gelato shop," you shiver, "but at the park, too. And the market..." he rubs his thumb on your soft, supple skin; dangerously close to your underwear. The heat you've endured between your legs all day grows, leaving you slicker and slicker by the second. "...during our game," he tilts his head again. He's so close now, you can see tiny freckles on his cheeks and a miniscule scar in his right eyebrow. You hold your breath, desperately trying to hold your composure. His massive shoulders loom over you, blocking the rest of the room from view entirely, and his nose brushes yours. You  can't focus your eyes, and you almost want to let them flutter shut- but you don't.

"Last chance. If you can't admit it, I might have to make you." The heat of his breath on your face smells like wine, and you find it so intoxicating it's like you're actually drinking it.

"Never." Your voice is barely above a whisper.

"So be it."

His lips finally come crashing into yours, and he shoves his knee against your crotch. You moan into his mouth, frantically wrapping your arms around his neck. He pulls you up to him, balancing you on his knee, and he fights with the ties on your dress. You nibble on his jaw as he does, peppering kisses across his delicate skin like you've been daydreaming about all fucking day. You grind down on his leg, trying to get more friction; you gasp, whimper, whine into his neck. He finally gives up on your dress and lays you back down.

"Don't tell me the great Jayce Talis was bested by a string," You tease.

He presses his face into your neck, biting hard. A mewling cry escapes from your throat, and he's sliding his hand up your thigh again.

"Mmfh too impatient," he breathes, "I need to hear you make more of those noises for me."

He rubs your clit through your underwear, and it feels so good it makes your eyes water.

"Hah...my god, you're already so wet for me."

You dig your fingernails into the fabric of his shirt, finally letting your eyes shut as you revel in his warmth. You slide your hands down his back, down his ribcage. Your fingers tug his shirt out of the waist of his slacks- and he sits up.

Your eyes snap open once more, and you suddenly feel cold without his body against you. You shiver, reaching for him, but he backs away even more.

"Oh, I'm sorry; you don't want me in your personal space. Please, forgive me." He's smirking down at you, patronizing you. His hand doesn't leave the soft wet spot between your legs, but he doesn't move.

"J...Jayce, please-" you squirm, trying to pull him down again, make him come back to you, anything; but he's too far out of reach. you can do little more than brush your fingertips against the silky fabric of his pants.

"Please what?" His tone is low, dangerous. "Use your words, please." 

He slides his finger up and down the soaking wet fabric, gently, slowly. You gasp, unable to breathe. Your chest heaves, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Please, please, Jayce. I need you."

"Need me to what?"

"I need you to hurry up and fuck me already." You really can't take it anymore. He's barely touched you and already your weeping cunt begs for release. It won't take much to send you over the edge.

He rewards you by kissing you again, slipping his hand under the waistband, and sliding a finger into you. You gasp into his mouth, raking at his back with your hands. He slides another finger into you, pumping them in and out, rubbing your clit with his thumb the whole time. You feel yourself tipping over the edge, and you want to tell him- but there's no time.

The tension you've held in your core all day finally snaps, and you break away from the kiss to bury your face into his neck as you cum into his hand. He doesn't let up, letting you feel every crashing wave of your orgasm. You almost scream into his shoulder, back arching off the couch, forcing your chest into his.

"That's it, good girl." He holds you close, panting into your ear, and it doesn't take long for you to become overstimulated by his movements. You reach for his wrist, trying to make him stop.

"Jayce, I'm- hahhhh I can't take anymore, stop-" He does. His fingers slide out of you with a wet sschhlk sound, and he sits up on his knees to get a good look at you- and your fluids, dripping down his hand.

He sticks his fingers into his mouth, never breaking eye contact while he tastes you. "Delicious."

You feel like you should be embarrassed; you're sweaty, panting, hair falling out of it's up-do, sticking to your forehead. But you can't find it in you. You feel sleep creeping into the edges of your mind, but you're not done yet. 

You let your eyes wander over Jayce's body, and land on the bulge in his pants. You sit up, gingerly place a hand on Jayce's chest, leaning in- but not kissing him yet.

"Would you like me to return the favor?"

He pecks your lips, wrapping a strong arm around your waist, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand.

"I think that's the wrong question," he says, his voice sultry.

"Then what's the right one?"

"How badly do you want me? And what are you willing to do to get it?"

You move away from him, holding his gaze, to stand. He keeps his hand on you, moving it to your arm, then down to your hand. You kneel in front of him, positioning yourself between his legs; which he happily spreads for you; but his expression shifts to one of dominance.

"Anything."

He leans forward, one elbow dangling off his knee, the other hand gently lifting your chin to his face.

"Anything?" He repeats.

You let go of your own weight, letting his hand support you completely.

"Anything," you whisper.

His expression looks almost indifferent and uncaring as he drops your face, letting you fall. This feels so unlike the kind and gentle man you spent the day with. It makes you all the more eager to please, to gain his approval.

He pulls his shirt off and over his head, displaying his whole torso for you. Your breath hitches, feeling your arousal coming back full force.

"Stand up," he commands. You do as he says, his eyes never leaving you. You feel yourself trembling under his gaze; his eyes are so intense it makes you shiver. "Take your clothes off."

You follow his orders. You untie  your dress, reaching around awkwardly to unzip the back, and let it pool around your ankles. You unbutton your shirt next, undo the ties on the sleeves, and shift your shoulders as you pull it off- letting it join your skirt on the floor. And here you stand in front of him, completely naked, shivering an embarrassing amount.

You suddenly remember the curtains are still wide open- and your living room faces the street. You glance over to see if anyone is looking-

"Look at me. Don't look over there." Your eyes snap back to Jayce, and your heart beats a little faster. You think you might like being told what to do.

He points a finger at the spot in front of him. "Kneel."

You step over the pile of clothes on the floor, and gingerly sink down in front of him. He smirks.

"Look at you. God, you're gorgeous. And so cute, the way you do exactly what you're told."

You heart flutters at his praise, and you shift slightly- your thighs are becoming slick with arousal, and you feel yourself dripping onto the carpet.

Jayce sits forward, close enough now to smell his musk, and he undoes the button on his pants. "Pull them off, sweetheart."

You do as he says, and he lifts his hips off the couch to make things a little easier for you. You slide his slacks off first, pulling them all the way down to his ankles. His boxers are next, and he cups your face gently as you hook your fingers under the elastic. You nuzzle your cheek against his hand as you continue to move, happy to feel his warmth once again.

Finally, after what feels like eons, his erection springs free of the confines of his underwear. It's big. You knew it would be- Jayce is massive. But's not just long- it's so girthy you think it would split you in two if you tried to take him too quickly. Precum drips from the tip, and you lean forward, taking it into your mouth-

"Hey." Jayce grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back before you can wrap your lips around him. "I didn't tell you that you  could do that." He drops you again, leaving you feeling pathetic. "If you want it, you have to earn it. Beg."

Your eyes flicker between his face and his cock, panting like you've never known a pair of full lungs. "Please, Jayce."

"Please what? I thought I told you to use your words."

"Please- let me worship you." His eyes glitter, and he smirks at you.

"Alright, go ahead. You've been so good for me. You can have a taste." He leans back, leaving you to go to work.

You start at the base, taking his balls in your mouth first. You gently suck on them, moving your hand to the tip of his dick as you do so. Smearing precrum across his foreskin, you extend your tongue, and look up at him with wide doe eyes, moving sloowwlyy up his shaft.

"Nghh...hahhh...sweetheart, you're so good at this."

He groans, spurring you to do more, to take him, worship him, devote yourself to him. You were going to continue to move at this pace, gently licking and kissing, but he grabs your chin once again to move you higher.

He grabs his cock, pointing it at you, smearing the tip on your lips like his precum is your personal brand of lipgloss.

"What are you waiting for?" He spits out, "take it." 

You do as he says, wrapping your lips around him, trying not to scrape with your teeth. You slowly bob your head, caressing him with your tongue, trying to get a feel for his size. But he's too impatient- he puts a hand on the back of your head and forces you down, almost making you gag. He groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you.

"My god, that's so good. You're so good. You take my cock so well."

Your eyes water, tears streaming down your face as he continues to fuck your mouth. You thank your lucky stars you don't have a severe gag reflex. His tip hits the back of your throat, and it's almost too much- you try to move away, but his orgasm stops you in your tracks.

"ugh...ohh fuck-" He shoves your head down one more time, leaning forward, curling around you. You force yourself to swallow his hot cum, but there's so much; you miss some of it, and it drips out of your mouth with the excess saliva you've accumulated. Jayce flops backwards, breathless, and you finally let go of his dick. You try to swallow again- but you choke, cough, and turn away from him.

"I....I'm sorry," he says, trying to regain his breath. The authoritative tone he was holding gives way to something more gentle. "I think I got carried away. Was I too rough?"

You turn back to him, "No, no." Your voice is hoarse. "I very much enjoyed that." He smiles at you, slack-jawed, eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

"So did I. C'mere, you," he beckons, and you do as he says. You curl up next to him, resting your chin on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around you. "You're wonderful," he says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You close your eyes, feeling your body finally relax as the both of you cuddle together. You listen to his breath begin to slow, and despite your exhaustion, you still ached for more. You still wanted to ride him, feel him fill you up and fuck you until you saw stars- but when you look up at him, his eyes were closed, and his gentle breathing told you he'd fallen asleep.

Another time, then, you bemoaned. You stood to douse the flireplace, and draw the curtains, praying nobody saw- or heard- what the two of you had gotten up to.

"Hey," you spoke softly, "Jayce."

"Mm?" He stirred, but just barely.

"Cmon, let's go to the bedroom. You can sleep here, tonight."

He takes a long and deep breath, looking up at you through his eyelashes. He smiles languidly at you, and lets you lead him to your bed. The two of you crawl under the covers, and he opens up his arms for you. You oblige him, scooching close, pressing your face into his chest. You listen to the sound of his heartbeat in your ear and close your eyes, letting sleep overtake you at last.

[theultimatenonbinarynerd]

Aesthetic Of My 2023 Reads- All My Summer Reads

My summer reading is a lot different than everyone else's. I've figured out the longest duration I have reading a book depending on the pages is 1-3 and a half weeks and that I often end up reading two books per month.

So I challenged that my summer reading from Late June to Early September will be four books that were higher up on my TBR.

I'm a person that has a very random tbr so if your wondering why the book order is very random that's why.

So let's start with the aesthetic of the first book in my summer reading collection that I managed to read which was Bullet Train.

1: The Aesthetic Of Bullet Train.

I decided to go for a very dark thriller spy aesthetic as I think that's what summed up the themes of the book. I also decided to feature Kimura and Nanao out of all of the cast of characters as to me although Lemon and Tangerine were cool, their storylines held the grip of the book.

Honestly if it wasn't for the outdated language and stereotypes in the book, it would have been five stars. Definitely has made me interested in reading other translated books in the future.

Really enjoyed it and I loved all the character dynamics throughout.

2: The Aesthetic Of Into The Dark

Another legendary entry into the high republic that had me hooked every page. Just had to use concept art of the characters as their isn't enough pictures from Star Wars themselves to use. Definitely proud that I managed to get the spooky vibes of the aesthetic though.

Claudia Gray has become one of my favourite authors like this was an absolute blast. Every character shone and seeing the High Republic from a different perspective was super interesting. Those flashbacks I thought were really necessary in developing Orla and Cohmac which makes me worried both of them might die in the future.

Apart from Dez Rydan not being developed enough it was so fun. Really hope Orla, Cohmac, Reath, Affie, Leox and Geode show in other Novels as I can't read the comics unfortunately.

Can't wait to pick the next High Republic book in future when I get to it on my TBR.

3: The Aesthetic Of Mirror, Mirror

Sort of a reread that I'm suprised held up so well. I'm honestly shocked as normally when you like something as a child, you hate it as an adult but shockingly I didn't. To me I thought it was a well done Twisted Tale with a few flaws but apart from that it was fab. Younger me rated this five stars whilst I would now rate it four stars. To be honest though losing only one star isn't that bad.

I think this Twisted Tale took what made the original Snow White good and made it even better. The characters are more developed and have way more interesting backstories especially Ingrid aka The Evil Queen and the magic mirror.

For the aesthetic I wanted to add a sinister colour palette as alot of the backstory is super disturbing. I also wanted to highlight Henrich and Snow as they are the key main characters of the book. Hope you like it.

Honestly I think the Twisted Tales are a really interesting concept similar to Marvels What If and I think they're underhyped. I saw a lot of reviews complaining it mirrored the orginal movie when I don't think it did, I just think it branched of into an alternate timeline like a good what if story should.

The Aesthetic Of The Many Half Lived Lives Of Sam Sylvester

Wow amazing every part of this book was amazing. I wish Little Mel had this kind of rep for themselves when they were younger. This book had one of the best representation of autism in media that I have ever seen. Sam was amazingly compelling and rich character and they didn't fit any stereotypes which was so heartwarming.

I think although the murder mystery was part of the story, the main plot thread was Sam finding a new found family that accepted them and wouldn't treat them like Lee did back where they moved from. The found family warmed my soul I loved all the side characters Shep, Sky and Adien it was so comforting. Sam's Dad Junius was also a standout.

For the aesthetic I wanted to blend the spooky parts of the book as well as essential plot points without giving anything away at all. Still wanted to make sure I could include Sam even though there's no adaptation yet. Really proud of it the only thing that looks odd is the Nonbinary Flag colours I wanted to en corperate.

Amazing concepts and a wonderful debut novel . I can't wait for the future of Mayas published novels. I have read an arc copy of Will and its certainly good.

Conclusion

For my full review of each of these novels you can follow me on my storygraph and goodreads page. There I have reviews of every single book I've read.

Goodreads: Melody Soundy

Story Graph: melsage1822

Ps: This is Future Mel. This post was before the Actors strike. I stopped making the aesthetics after I couldn't post about them I'm afraid. Hope you liked them though.

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Anonymous Ask Responses #16

Hello again! While I get figuring out how this next part will work, I'm gonna answer some of the asks I received in response to the latest part of Disconnected! Thank you for the continued support, I really appreciate it and I can say that every time I see someone react- liking, reposting, following, any of it- it makes me just feel happy. I can't say how much I appreciate all of this, it was meant to be a simple fan-continuation that was admittedly likely to trail off at some point- but now it's a full-on project for me, and I'm not gonna let it trail off now that there's so many of you who enjoy it. Thank you, all of you! And with that out of the way, time to answer your questions!

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@prhthezanko:

"Oh, so the player is indeed a piece in this story a lot more than they realize. Their memory seems to either be altered or changing due to reset shenanigans. Now with that said, could other aspects of the player be changed?"

Yes, their memory is starting to be changed- after all, their interactions with Kris have gone a bit astray as compared to before. Luckily the only thing I can, and will, guarantee is that Player will still disconnect their SOUL from Kris. After all Player is in the world still- not having done that would be one hell of a paradox rabbit hole I don't want to go down anyways. In response to your other question, however...

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"I have a bad feeling about this"

Wait a sec, did Han Solo just anonymously send this? In all seriousness though, you'll have to see whether your bad feeling was unfounded or if you were correct all along.

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"Ohh! Toriel is going to the dark world!"

While it's probably obvious what the answer likely is, I will have to refer to the GIF above as to ensure you all are thoroughly confused.

Because, well, who knows what kind of bullcrap can happen still?

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"I wonder if Toriel is going to the dark world is going to be in deltarune chapter 3"

I can't say anything on that note. That's Toby Fox's decision to make, after all- and I can say with absolute certainty that I am not Toby Fox. If I was I'd be hard at work on Deltarune and whatnot, and not writing a continuation to a fan-comic.

...I wonder how he's doing though. It's likely tough trying to work on a game with such a massive fanbase wanting to see what's next.

Glad I don't have to deal with that sort of thing, not to that level anyways...

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"I hope Toriel likes Ralsei when she meets him"

Firstly, I will say that it is still an "if", as I mentioned above, there's a bunch of stuff that could happen still. However, if they do meet, I get the feeling that they'd both get along really well.

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"Noelle will take any chance she gets to get close to Susie lol"

Yup. That's just about right.

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And that wraps up this batch of asks, a smaller one much like the last batch- but that's really not surprising. The recent parts of Disconnected were more of the preparation-based parts. Regardless, I appreciate everyone's support in this, and I'll see you all in the next part of Disconnected!

Or in the next Anon Asks, if I wind up getting a lot of asks... ._.'

Also I just realized that there's two asks in my draft box that have been there for a while and I completely forgot to post. Whoops... As such those will be posted today- they are likely VERY outdated...

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Ohhh! Seeing AoE II reminded me about playing Heroes III for years I don't think I'll ever stop loving this game. I never played horror tbh but god I watched too many Amnesia, Outlast or FNAF gameplays. I'll check Overcooked though! I don't think I ever heard about it. My housemates only play Gothic and The Sims which is pretty weird combination lmao. I also always want to try The Witcher, mostly because I know a lot about the saga (although I can't bring myself to finally start reading it).

There's no streamer I really like I think, but if u have ur favourites I'm ready for recommendations! Studio Ghibli is really out of this world when it comes to creating that calm lovely mood. Kiki is really nice! I watched it not so long ago so at least I remember. I also made totoro cookies once... came out quite well except that totoro was blue instead of grey because somehow my black color turned out to be really dark blue lmao. I can say Spirited Away is great so I'm sure you'll like it too

I think I'll try Laputa soon, for some reason I'm in a mood to watch it! And right, Vision! God I really forgot the fact that he wasn't in Endgame. I guess they went for love story with him and Wanda a little too much lmao but it's not like I'm surprised, it always happens in movies... I'm actually very curious about Wandavision show Marvel announced so I hope they'll make something interesting this time.

The only thing I can say about Pratchett and his Disc World is that there's no need to read his books in order. There's also no need to read all of them lmao they're not always connected anyway. But actually I can recommed The Colour of Magic, it's the very first one and it's great. Mort too! I'm actually looking for something new to read so thank u! I saved all the titles and maybe I'll try to read something soon after like a year...

I had my motives though, everything I read last year was connected to my thesis that's why I was too tired later to read for fun haha. Murakami's books are strange in overall. I kinda liked his "Trilogy of the Rat" too but it's... kinda ridiculous. Not like Tsukuru isn't but the last one from the series is really wild. I understand what u mean about Cloud Atlas though, it can be tiring, but the ability to write a book like that still amazes me.

I only keep thinking about what kind of flower I want because too many to choose haha. The more I think the more I want it actually which is pretty fun because I wasn't sure like two days ago. And oh my god I was thinking about your tattoo, sorry! But u got me, I kinda want to do something nice instead of revealing myself in dms so just wait! 💎 (I also enjoy talking to you a lot, I don't enjoy this poor character limit though)

If you mean Heroes of Might & Magic then I’ve heard of the game but never played it, otherwise I don’t know what game you’re talking about lol. Some of those older games just ... Never get old. Ever. I want to play The Witcher too! I tried the first game but it was a bit boring because it’s very outdated, I yet have to try the second one, and I really want to play the third one and I own it but neither my pc nor my laptop can run it properly rip. Maybe in a few months of working I’ll have saved some money for a better pc!

I actually don’t watch game streams, it gives me sensory overload real fast because the screen moves in every direction but you never know which one because you’re not the one controlling it. My sister watches a lot of streamers but I never keep up.

Haha, blue Totoro is valid too! I’m currently embroidering him, it’s fun. I did Jiji from Kiki’s Delivery Service before and in the same design I’m now doing Totoro. I have to take it easy though or my hands’ll start to cramp. Did you watch Laputa yet? 

Wanda and Vision are the best couple in the comics imo and I’m sad there was very little of them in the movies, but at least it was in the movies at all, you know. A scarlet vision show?? Really?? I have not heard of this!

I’ll put The Colour Of Magic and Mort on the list! It’s good to have an idea of where to start, haha. And yeah, I know the feeling. I read a lot as a child and then in high school I completely stopped reading for fun because I already had to read so much for school. The past month I just haven’t had the focus to read, probably because of the heat. It was 40C here a few days ago, rip. I fled to my parents, who live near the sea where it’s about 5 degrees cooler than here and have a house that’s a lot better isolated than the lil student house where I live. Was it doable where you live?

Understandable, all flowers are pretty how to choose?? I looked up the meaning of certain flowers once but I already forgot everything oops. Maybe it’ll  help you make a choice?

Oh that’s what you meant! Oh thank god. My brain panicked for a moment because I couldn’t find anything about having to make something for your assigned Carat and I was like help!! I’ll try and make you a moodboard later this week too! Should be fun!

And yeah, the character limit, rip. I remember in the good old days where there was no character limit, haha. But the gif limit back then was 300kb so I guess at least something’s improved, haha.