#fuzy boy.....

[your-girl-mj]

whiney when drunk [1610!miles × drunk!reader]

summary: [name] drinks too much, and miles has to face its consequences.

warning: mention of skintone, but i think it was harmless. kinda cringe, but she's drunk, so what can i say?

note: based on a scene from "Hidden Love" when the girl got drunk. she/her for reader, he/him for miles

created: august 7, 2023

published: august 9, 2023

first part | second part

miles were in the middle of his homework, and the paper is consist with equations and small doodles on the side. his head booping at the music from his headphones, tapping his pen every now and then.

his work came to a halt when his phone rang and the music stopped. the device moves the slightest as it vibrates on the hard surface of his desk.

checking the caller id, a smile tugged his lips, seeing it was his girlfriend. "hola, mamí." he greeted his eyes, caught the clock, and it was already nine, almost ten. "are you finished hanging out? want me to pick you up?" miles asked, already standing up from his seat.

miles knew it was [name] and her friend's outing since they all passed their finals. she asked him to come as well, but he still needs to finish his homework for college. "..hello?" a slur voice erupts from the device, making miles frown his brows in confusion. he struggled to put his suit on with one hand as the other held the phone.

"[name], are drunk?" he frowned. It's not like he's not allowing her to drink. he just doesn't want her to get drunk and feel horrible in the morning after. and of course, especially when there are boys in her friend group. "you said you don't drink."

"...i don't." she answered before a little giggle followed right after. "i miss my boyfriend..." her hand was leaning on a table. her vision is blurry, and her body seems to be disobedient today and does not help her balance. "my... adorable spidey—"

"okay, okay!" he cut her off his nervousness are rising up at the thought of his girlfriend exposing his identity because she's drunk, quickly putting his jordans in a bag as well as things he knew she'll need, then rushing to get his keys. "don't drink anymore, okay?"

"mm.." she hummed, looking around the restaurant. picking a food from her plate and eat it. her head is too fuzy to think straight and following the first thing that comes to her mind.

"can you tell me where you are?" miles rubs a hand over his face, a little disappointed that she drinks a little too much than she couldn't handle.

"[adress.]" she said in a slow and low voice. her eyes were dropping as it was only two hours before midnight.

"wait there, I'm on my way." he puts on his mask and jumps off his window. his other hand still cling on his phone.

"whhhyy?" she squint her eyes, tilting her head before she soon feels like her head is weighted two times heavier and presses her temple on the cold surface of the table, resting it there.

her friends calling her name in the background, but she paid no mind to them, wanting to only hear her boyfriend's voice.

"because I'm going to pick up a drunkard." with that miles hangup. leaving a very confused [name] on the other side.

"a what?" she sat up straight, migraine swirl in her head making her massage her head. "miles? hello?" looking at her phone, the girl only saw her lockscreen of her and miles. [name] clicked her tongue, "you can come here and you'll see me, but when i come there, i won't see you." she frowns at the image of miles in her phone. "you're so weird..."

"i'll be off," she announced to her friend group, taking her bag with a drowsy action. as she stood, her feet were giving her a hard time to walk straight.

a series of goodbyes are heard as she slowly walked her way out. pushing the door with all her left out strength, it didn't budge as she thought it would. "girl, how much did you drink?" the voice of a friend came to her side, helping her pull the door open.

"i don't know.." she blurb out, "miles is going to..pick me up, you don't have to come.." [name] lightly push her friend back to the entrance. "have fun in there.."

"no, no, no. I'll get back when your boyfriend shows up," her friend insisted, holding her arm to steady her body. "you okay?"

"no," [name] answered, getting out of her friend's grasp and crouching down with her head leaning on her knees. "i feel like throwing up..." her voice coming out as mumbled, her friend slowly rubbing circles on her back.

miles, finally in his civilian clothes; jogged up to where the said place is. a sigh left him as he saw his girl sitting down on the floor with a friend by her side.

"oh, hey! you're here," her friend greeted, noticing miles, standing up straight. [name] leaning her body into her friend's leg. "it was a mistake to make her drink, we're sorry."

"nah, it's good." he nods, then meets his girl's eye level. [name] slowly lift her head up and meet his disappointed face. the girl only scoffed at him, frowning.

"who are you?" her eyes squinted as she tried to look harder and tried to figure out why he looked familiar. miles couldn't stop a chuckle to get out.

"your boyfriend." he answered, his negative feelings are now gone. he waved back to her friend as she made her way inside.

"no, you're not." huffing, she turned away from him. still sitting down on the street.

"then, i'm a friend of your boyfriend."

"no, you're not... i only know one."

"and who is it?" he started to get along with whatever she had in her mind. slowly taking her hands, and tried to pull her up.

"ganke, and he's asian.. and white." she mumbled, standing up as he pulled her. miles came to a conclusion that she'll be an easy target for kidnapping. "and you're not white..." she leaned her body into his, taking a short nap. her voice is now talking nonsense.

"no, i'm not." he laughed, slowly taking her arm and guiding her on the way to take a cab. his other hand held tightly on her waist, not wanting her to fall. "you're whiny when you're drunk." shaking his head, a smile still plastered on his lips

it only took a short while before she protested, "don't touch me," scolding him, [name] pulled away from him and sat down once again, "i have a boyfriend. and i'm waiting for him.."

miles are smiling ear to ear as she refuses to take his hand because she thinks he is a stranger, "but i'm your boyfriend." he sat down as well. it was a good thing they stopped in a park with no people around.

"you are..?" she tilted her head, looking at him clearly now. miles only replied with a hum, nodding. [name] took his face and observed it carefully. miles thought she's getting more adorable as second pass by. "miles!" she broke into a grin, squeezing his face.

"hey!" he lightly greets her, mimicking her beam. "you finally recognise me," placing his hand aboves hers, he caresses the back of her palm.

"i missed youuu!" [name] whined, the alcohol is taking major effects. as tears coming out of her eyes, pouting at him, "but you don't miss me.."

"aw, mamí.. i missed you every day. " bring her hand to his lips, and he kissed her palm. smiling at her with a lovesick grin.

"you don't..." she cried, taking her hand away; wiping her eyes. miles blink at her, confused why would she think that way.

"i do, [nickname].." he took her hands again, rubbing it gently.

"you don't." her face is flushed, hazy eyes are fighting for consciousness. "you said we're gonna— we're gonna have a date and then... you cancelled..again!" she started to cry for the second time tonight. her voice cutting off on its own as it was hard for her to talk while sobbing. "you don't love me anymore..!"

what makes it worse, her sobs made her migraine throb much more. miles can only feel guilt in his chest. he chose not to explain it tonight since he knows she'll not remember anything and that he can focus on taking care of her. but how?

his head was in a fuzz, not knowing what to do. is this why she doesn't drink? "i do love you, [nickname]." she cried even harder, making miles in a full panic. "don't cry, don't cry, baby..." he pulled out wipes from his bag and wiped her face gently. "...how much did you drink?"

"dunno'... it was on a small cup. hehe, cute cup.." [name]'s face is red from her cries and the effect of the drinks. she stays still as miles clean her face, "i feel sick..."

"i know you do, let it out. you'll feel better," her boyfriend pulled out a plastic bag and held it for her.

"no! it's disgusting..." her eyes are now close, her head bopping before miles catching and made her lean into him. "i love you..." she mumbled, nuzzling on his chest. a pout is still present.

"i love you too, [nickname.]" he kisses her forehead, giving her a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth in slow motion. the guilt is still present.

"kiss?" she perk her lips up, wanting to give her a peck. miles waste no time to fulfil her wish and give her a short yet sweet kiss.

"you taste like booze." he commented. she's so wasted that she can't even feel her own feet.

she suddenly opened her eyes at him, her lips started to wobble and started to cry again, "i'm sorry...! i didn't mean toooo!" she sobbed.

miles could only blink at her, and a chuckle escaped him. "it's okay, mami. you're okay," a snort followed.

[name] looked at him betrayed, "you're laughing..." this made miles purse his lip, taking all his might to not laugh. "you're making fun of meeee," she then layed down on the cold floor, lazily swinging her arms.

who knew booze can change a whole person's personality?

miles did his best not to laugh, "no, i'm not laughing, [nickname]," he took her hands and carry her to her feet, the boy is biting down a grin as she kept looking at his face, "i'm not making fun of you, it's okay you got drunk."

"but you're mad!" she throws her head back, huffing. her head feels heavy all of a sudden, and everything is blurry like before. miles was quick to put a support behind her head, confused by what she meant.

"mad? why would i get mad?" Scooping her by her hips and back, miles carried her like a princess. he made sure his girl was comfortable before walking, doing his best to not sway too much.

[name] snuggled into his arms as he carried her, "on the phone.. you're mad because i got dru...nk ..." her voice trailed off, slowly getting others taken by sleep, "but i love you so..." with that, she's finally sleeping soundly on his chest.

miles smiled at her, she looks so beautiful even with a rough night like this. kissing her forehead, he replied to her words. "yo tambien te amo, mi vida." [i love you too, my life.]

should i make a "morning after" part?

edit: morning after part <3 here

[howaiiii]

its ya boy kong fuzi comin at you live

[ygodmyy20]

This week is hard mode emotionally so, we're gonna hyperfixate on the spirit forms of different random Mob Psycho 100 characters because I want to. And it’s making me feel better.

Shigeo

Honestly this is the easiest because @sodasexual's au with spirit Shiego is so ingrained in my head I can't see him much other way. My version is usually smaller than her's but very similar concept. Don't take my word for it, check it out a commission she got for the concept!

If the link doesn't work: https://twitter.com/pupsicle8/status/1682117598576619521

I think in my head he has he kinda purple space look though vs the lighter colors. I just love deep purples .....a lot. And the ???% hair!

But also it it is pretty much this in my head too hahaha

Me playing around with the idea yesterday with what we like to dub chibi spirits hehe

Teru isn't right here his hair should be more feather like but it came out more like an axolotl (which isn't correct). I want to redo the below they were very rough ideas thrown onto a page

And the above of course leads me into: ✨Teru✨

My beautiful boy Teru! I just see you as a feathered masterpiece! He looks annoyed in the sketch above because this is from a fic idea I have. Where teru gets kicked out of his body (maybe a curse maybe a spirit, I dunno, something happens).

But yes, I mean, of course Teru would be a stunning feathered being! He is after all....Teru! Above was me playing around with that in a chibi sorta-form of a spirit. His feathers kinda look like gills (oops) but I think he would always have feathers of some kind around him. I may add more in future. This is just my first run at it.

But yeah something kinda seraphim-like and trippy. Feathers coming from his head, down his back. Depending on how much power he has, he would have more or less feathers. I like the idea of the tips of the features dripping in gold or fire.

A very NOT final, more a stream of ideas doodle than anything, pleasedon'tcomeafterme I'm just having fun I know it looks nothing like him.

He may have a human-esc face or something sharper I really dunno. These are just thoughts. I have nothing that concrete yet.

Another playing around with the idea.

Ritsu

I think he would be very similar to Shigeo actually, but his color scheme would be different. More oceanic greens and blues and his body would be shimmering like scales underwater. I don't have any doodles of this I just thought of it today. Like this color scheme

I think his spirit would look more aquatic-like than Shigeo's (I think Shigeo has some almost amphibian qualities, per the slight inspiration of the axolotl from the anime) while Ritsu is more like...deep water fish. Maybe. Again they are all just shapes and these are all just thoughts.

These last two are more off-the-cuff as I have not thought about them as deeply as the above.

Serizawa

I think Serizawa's spirit will be large and warm. A big round, fuzy......something. He may have a shape, and if it looks like anything it would be closest to a bear. He also would loose the fluff and get spikey if he gets upset I think.

No reference photo just....yeah a big bear. Sure. I like it.

Shou

Similar to Serizawa no specific animal shape but I see some chameleon aspects to him, like ever changing colors. He is kinda a flowy-fire-like spirit, where his form wouldn't be consistent and maybe a little see-through (like flames) But it would change colors from blue to greens to reds.

That's all my brain's got. I think I'll draw more Teru spirit, maybe I'll try drawing spirit Shigeo more.

[librarypapa]

I be big boy an goted my stufs. I got my cayron an my papr. An I got my markrs an my paci! Cuz I seep at new hous tonight :D

An j has a fuzy rob an los of stuffy freimds!

Aww, good job kiddo !! I’m so proud of you <3

[romanceyourdemons]

rickshaw boy (1982) is an interesting film. famously among the first chinese films screened on release in the west, the film is set in 1920s beijing and personifies class struggle in the persons of two women, much as two stage sisters (1964) did, exploring their paradigms of relating to other people through the lens of their relationships with the film’s eponymous rickshaw boy. xiangzi, played by zhang fengyi in his breakout role, pulls rickshaws nearly compulsively even outside of economic necessity, but is all but forced into marriage with the daughter of the rickshaw company he works for, giving him a somewhat liminal position relative to class. his wife, hu niu, presents a clear synecdoche for the bourgeoisie: exploiting and all but claiming ownership over xiangzi, she makes her living “by cleverness” and attempts to get xiangzi to do the same. though alienated from the solidarity of the working class, xiangzi continues to identify with his labor—which saves the small family when hu niu’s plan “by cleverness” collapses. meanwhile, whereas xiangzi’s physical labor is detached from economic necessity, it is economic necessity and the exploitation of her father that forces his neighbor fuzi to work first as a sweatshop craftsman and later as a sex worker. fuzi is so socially low that she is also excluded from the solidarity of the working class, and yet she and xiangzi extend that same solidarity to each other, offering each other help and money even at cost to themselves with no intention of collecting a return. and yet, just as hu niu’s path led to destitution and wretched death, so does fuzi’s, and, in the end, so does xiangzi’s: such is the nature, the film suggests, of the hungry, unstable world of 1920s beijing. the themes and juxtapositions of the story are far more complex and worthy of better analysis than this, of course, but this is a start for now. in terms of filmmaking itself, while the acting performances were solid, the cinematography was a little rough and the editing a little lumpy, but the effect was not bad enough to seriously distract from the story. altogether, rickshaw boy (1982) is a good and very interesting film, and i would definitely recommend giving it a watch

[in-a-brown-study]

watching heroes episode 15 - 16

she's saving you!!!!! why do you want to kill her?????

THERE WAS A DAGGER HIDDEN INSIDE THE SWORD?!!!! cool cool

boy you hesitated too much. well it was expected he wasnt gonna kill him though he's too merciful

yeah well he's missing an arm and severely injured but are you rly just letting him leave? he killed so many innocents. he was even going to kill the woman who took care of his son and was trying to save him. im not saying he can't turn over a new leaf but he rly deserved to die imo

at this point there was a very out of context background music 🤨🤨🤨🤨 and no subtitles for a moment lol

"your gaze looks just like mine" arghhhh okay i need to talk abt this

because bai choufei seems to me someone deeply guided by his emotions, he's cool-headed and didn't even hesitate to kill guanqi. he rly has the potential to be someone great in the jianghu just like he wishes. and while i think this attitude of being too ambitious is.. not 100% good, he is sentimental just like the old madam said and his way of avenging fuzi was killing that madman. just like he said "you (wxs) repaid fuzi's kindness. i avenged his death" we are seeing two sides, who seem complete opposites, clashing. but who's right and who's wrong though? wang xiaoshi going soft and letting a (now crippled) ruthless killer go because he was taught to be merciful and to avoid killing someone who's already down? or bai choufei killing him because he wanted to avenge the death of someone who's showed him kindness and gave him a place to live when he was on his lowest moment?

"in your eyes, we are both just as bad" bcf seeming like the villain here.....not likey. but zhu xiaoyao's injury was purely an accident bc she was the one who got in the way. yet wxs keeps blaming him..? though i do think the "you're a coward" to wxs was UNNECESSARY lol

also another thing bcf said in ep10: "me and wxs are one hot one cool, we complement each other" which.... ugh. also while writing this i realised their clothes look just like yin and yang

i foresee a big fight or something separating them and i do not want that!!!!!! two blades and one scabbard.... bcf ending up like a villain..... ahhhhhhk help

i miss the bromance times.... where are the bromance times...

????!!! noooooo😔😔😔😔

AHHHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭 ywx truly breaks my heart..

[goodboydylan]

oh dylan, again? i thought you wanted to be a good little fuck toy. sooner or later someones going to make it so you cant cum without commands~

but for now, since you were such a bad boy, edge 15 times. slapping your cunt between edges.

Yes yes yes, I wanna be a good fuck toy so bad. I wish someone would take away my ability to cum. Edging put me in such a state, I get so fuzy and so obebiant, I would do anything in that state. Make me edge and I'll be the most submissive fuck toy ever.

So I did what you said, I edged. I lost count again, I edge as much as I could without cumming. I was so lost in pleasure. My boycunt was dripping, I was making such a mess. I wish someone would have taken advantage of me in that state. I felt asleep from exhaustion right after. I would have liked to wake up full of cum, but alas.

[uneasylisteningradio]

Boots October 21, 2023

listen on Mixcloud

Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night The Venom - These Boots Were Made for Stomping

DJ speaks over Nero & the Gladiators - Boots

Luv' - Shoes Off (Boots On) Detainees - Big Boot Government Issue - These Boots Are Made for Walkin' Peter Wyngarde - Hippie and the Skinhead (intro) The Nips - Venus in Bovver Boots Terveet Kadet - Saapaat (acoustic)

DJ speaks over Neil Young - String Quartet from Whiskey Boot Hill

Gabby - Boots Bobby Fuller - Gallancamps Shoe Spot Olho Seco - Botas, Fuzis, Capacetes Eileen - Ces Bottes sont faites pour marcher Future Clouds & Radar - Get Your Boots On Donovan - Cosmic Wheels

The Oppressed - We're the Oppressed The Carter Family - These Boots Are Made for Walkin' Mag & the Suspects - Boots & Guns Red Cross - Puss 'n Boots Radical Posture - Dr. Marten's Boots

The New Christy Minstrels - These Boots Are Made for Walkin' The Velvet Underground & Nico - Venus In Furs Sisters - Kick Your Boots Off Pure Hell - These Boots Are Made For Walking Rat Cage - Blood on Your Boots Jean Ferrat - Le Bruit Des Bottes

Roscoe Gordon - Booted Witch - Off Ma Boots The Fast - These Boots Are Made for Walkin' Julia Holter - Everytime Boots 39 Clocks - Radical Student Mob In Satin Boots Scarecrow - Bootlicker

Dora Hall - These Boots Are Made for Walkin' Slaughter and the Dogs - Where Have All the Boot Boys Gone United Mutation - Combat Boots The Cheers - Black Denim Trousers & Motorcycle Boots Action Pact - All Purpose Action Footwear

Oi Polloi - Boot Down the Door

[duplaroves]

Lois Eyelles creepypasta

 A  primeira vez que a Lois se apaixonou, ela tinha 16 anos. No bairro dela uns garotos jogavam beisebol e ela viu o Nick, um loiro com cara de bad boy.

Depois disso ela só pensava nele.

A Lois estava insegura e não sabia como aproximar-se dele, então resolveu tornar-se uma boa jogadora de beisebol.

No outro bairro umas garotas jogavam, e a Lois ia até lá jogar com elas.

Até que um dia ela foi ver o Nick jogando e disse :

_Posso jogar com vocês ?

O Nick respondeu :

_Garotas não foram feitas pra jogarem beisebol. Nós somos muito melhores que vocês.

Mas os outros caras queriam ver se ela sabia jogar e colocaram a Lois no jogo.

O Nick tava na posição de arremessador, e a Lois tava na posição de rebatedora. Ele arremessou 3 bolas e a Lois conseguiu pegar as 3.

Os caras começaram a zoar o Nick.

_Você não consegue vencer uma garota rebatedora.

Ele ficou furioso, tirou a camiseta, mostrando a tatuagem no seu peito,  de um ser com chifres de touro e focinho de lobo.

_Que a força de Bollf esteja comigo.

Ele arremessou a bola com uma força tão grande , de um jeito que nenhum homem conseguiria. A bola acertou o olho da Lois, destruindo o olho esquerdo dela.

A Lois acordou no hospital, com curativos no olho. A mãe dela tava ali.

_Eu perdi o olho, mãe ?

_Sim, mas não se preocupe. Existem próteses que parecem um olho verdadeiro. Ninguém vai perceber.

A mãe foi comprar uns doces pra Lois.

O Nick entrou no quarto.

_Você está aqui, Nick. Eu fico tão feliz em saber que você importa-se comigo.

_Eu também tô feliz, porque eu sempre quis ver uma caolha de perto. Agora você  pode formar uma dupla com a sua mãe. A barriguda e a caolha. Eu já coloquei no grupo de whats muitos nudes de mulheres, mas o nude de uma caolha vai ser a primeira vez.

Ele arrancou a camisola que ela tava usando. O Nick soltava umas gargalhadas  de psicopata. Então o peito do Nick incendiou e ele morreu.

A Lois entendeu tudo. Aquele ser que tava tatuado no peito do Nick, aquele ser fez o corpo do Nick incendiar pra impedir que o Nick abusasse da Lois. E ela pensou :

_Um ser humano me tratou de um jeito tão cruel, e quem me salvou foi um bicho. Então eu vou viver junto com os bichos.

Ela achou suas roupas e seu taco de beisebol. E foi até a frente do hospital, e disse pra um taxista levá-la pra um lugar na periferia onde havia alguns quilômetros de campos e árvores que estavam abandonados.

E a Lois ficou vivendo ali no mato, alimentando-se de frutas e ovos de pássaros, e bebendo água de riacho.

Mas naquele mato havia algumas trilhas e alguns homens passavam por essas trilhas. Quando a Lois ouvia eles rindo, ela lembrava das gargalhadas do Nick quando tentou abusar dela. Então a Lois tinha um surto de loucura e, com o taco de beisebol, ela matava os homens que estavam rindo.

Em um mês ela matou 15 homens. Mas um cara que ela agrediu sobreviveu. Ele contou que a assassina era uma garota que tinha apenas um olho.

O prefeito mandou 80 homens, com fuzis, vasculharem aquele mato e atirarem pra matar a garota.

No outro dia, ela tava cercada pelos homens. Então um monstro de 3 metros surgiu. Ele tinha chifres de touro, focinho de lobo, e cascos de touro.

O monstro e Lois foram teletransportados pra uma floresta, perto de um garoto que tava acendendo uma fogueira. O monstro desapareceu. E a Lois perguntou pro garoto :

_Quem é você ?

_Sou o Jim. Estou escondido aqui porque matei um homem muito importante que matou a minha mãe.

A Lois contou a vida dela. E o Jim entendeu que nunca ia poder ficar rindo perto dela.

Eles tornaram-se namorados.

Um dia 4 índios passaram rindo ali perto e a Lois foi pra cima deles com o taco de beisebol. O Jim tentou impedir ela de matá-los, mas não conseguiu impedir.

Cada vez que um índio chegava ali, o Jim gritava :

_Não fique rindo ! Não fique dando gargalhada ! Senão os parentes de vocês vão chorar no enterro de vocês.

[d2sejanus--plinth]

Out and about and tipsy — it was the perfect recipe for them to get loose, not that they were ever too prim or formal. The alcohol was merely an enhancement of their disinhibited spirits, and now it was making his head spin a little, but what was making his head all fuzy way more was Coriolanus and the glowing halo around him. He was gorgeous, as always, absolutely enthralling as he promised him the moon and the stars, buy you anything, of course, he said, his voice smooth and velvety. His touch, those fingers grasping around his chin had Sejanus feel all needy, quickly curling his fingers around his hand to hold it to his mouth and kiss it. A few sweet, little kisses in succession, and a playful nibble around the tip of his thumb.

"Mm.. the joys of being a kept man. You're spoiling me, love." He loved to joke around like that, though, to be fair, he wouldn't mind all too much to be Coriolanus' kept man.

Coriolanus was so serious when he spoke that he felt this wave of adoration crash onto him, he was lovely, and Sejanus knew he meant every word, and he clung to every word. It was utterly romantic and terribly devoted, and Sejanus indulged happily in the doting words. His eyes sparkled with affection as he watched Coriolanus slip off his lap. "You're catching my eye. You're already mine, though." A lascivious thought passed his mind, of Coriolanus posing as some sort of rent boy, and he paying for his services, and he locked that away preciously, to be brought up later, and shared lovingly with Coriolanus.

Coriolanus stuck his hand out, and he took it immediately. Promptly, he pulled himself up, and pleasantly discovered he was stable on his feet, really. As soon as he was up he curled his other arm around Coriolanus, languidly pushing his chest against his, and his mouth onto his; another kiss, a bit wet and careless, lighting up all of him, "Let's go on an adventure, then. My Coryo."

The grip over his hips that then slipped oh so wantonly over his ass almost tempted him to stay put, glued around Sejanus' waist for the rest of the evening. If it wasn't for the fact that Coriolanus particularly liked this club he would've dared to unbuckle and unzip Sejanus' perfectly fitted pants and slide his hand teasingly below the waistband. After a few moments his mouth would have certainly joined in.

However he didn't want them to be banned a . . . second time? Third? He hardly cared to keep track. But even as he swept his legs over to one side his attempt at getting up was halted by yet another kiss, attached to the assurance that wherever he wanted to go and whatever he wanted to do Sejanus would follow right along. Just that thought alone would've been enough to push him over the edge, to settle himself back upon his lap and slowly grind want against want. Yet his mind was already made up and there were other more private places they could be.

"I'd buy you anything you want, of course," he offered like a siren as he caressed Sejanus' face, slender fingers curling around his chin. "Anything that catches your eye on our way." Although Coriolanus' eyes still held their alluring charm he was being utterly serious. He would buy anything and everything for him, treat him to the best this life had to offer.

After finally putting his feet on the ground he extended his hand out, his head still in a swirl. He hardly heard the music anymore, hardly noticed the increasingly long stares other club-goers were tossing their way. He simply wanted to step back out into the night with his boyfriend right next to him. "I have no plan at all, handsome, but isn't that the best way to do things?"

[excaive]

Thank you for drawing Roger with top surgery scars my brain chemistry has been permanently altered <3

I'm glad! <3

I don't have many excuses to take off his shirt, and the only two instances I've done so was recently with the sketchbook doodles, and a silly beach episode scribble from last year

actually gonna screenshot roger from that scribble bc I think it's delightful

just a silly little man with his cat shorts and shirt 🥕🐱🧡

anyway, your ask is a great excuse for me to draw Roger properly without shirt, so here he is enjoying a (bootleg) caprisun :3

[loveisinthebat]

Fuzzy Lump

[lunaraeternum-mj]

I know it’s been a hot minute since the episode premiered but i can’t get over this man, I LOVE HIM!!!

Look at Thomas with Pop 🥺 so cute

Anyways watch The Missing 8 because it is so good!

[earmo-imni]

He felt the effects burgeoning within him before he had even swallowed the last of the elixir, but his mistress’s hands were on his, forcing him to keep the cup tilted and the liquid sliding down his throat. With a gasp he broke free, porcelain shattering upon the floor as he doubled over trying to stop whatever poison was consuming him from the inside and making him hollow, to no avail.

“What did you do to me?” He meant to shout at her, but fear gripped him instead, tightening his throat and pulling at the corners of his face until his words came in a rasp.

She clucked at him. Clucked, like he was a child, and she was his granny. There was a wicked satisfaction in her dark eyes, though. “Nothing more than you asked for, boy. Didn’t you say you wanted to be stronger?” She stretched one pale, bony hand down to brush under his chin, as false and poisonous as a fuzi flower. “Didn’t you say you would do anything to serve me better as my guard?”

For a moment he froze like a rabbit caught in the path of a tiger. Choking horror clawed at his chest, at the trap he now saw around himself. In the mirror on the wall, he could see their tableau: he, a mere youth of sixteen, bearing a jian and rattan shield just barely too large for him, crow-dark hair bound in a bun and wood-brown eyes wide, crouched and cringing before her, elegant yet monstrous, aged yet immortal, obsidian hair and eyes stark against the paleness of her skin and ghostly white robes, reaching as through to grasp him by the throat and pull him into hell.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I have officially started writing fic for my new larp character. It’s whumpy as fuck. This is fine.

[crispin-kreme]

hard feelings : two

warnings: grammatical errors, cursing

notes: kinda took long since i have plenty school work but enjoy <3 also if someone knows the translation of “luh pa-fall” please tell me KSJDJWJKD

one – m.list – three

its been days since izana has met you although he hasn’t been receiving any calls or messages from you. from time to time, he checks his phone. he considered the fact that you may be busy during your trip here in japan, the other half of him just overthinks. kakucho notices izana spacing out after the gang meeting.

“izana, you’ve been spacing out again.” he blurts out. izana humms and snaps out of his thoughts “is there something wrong? you’ve been checking your phone almost every hour.” he added. izana shook his head “nothing’s wrong. i’m alright.” he replied.

his thoughts spoke once again ‘y/n must be busy. its alright. they don’t know anything about you yet..’

once you entered your hotel suite, you threw yourself onto the bed. its been hectic for days. your parents kept joining you to conferences here and there. you knew to yourself that you would be irrelavant to a international affair conference so you think to yourself: why bring you?

you set those tired thoughts aside and picked up your phone. oh! you just thought to yourself if you should call izana. you sit up on the bed and quickly called him. soon enough, izana picked up. “izana! i’m sorry if i haven’t texted you. my family keeps bringing me places here and there. i haven’t forgotten you, i swear!” you rambled out.

the last line got izana. you haven’t forgotten him, it was true. what was this fuzy feeling lingering in izana? “its alright, y/n. i understand.” izana replied. “how are you doing, by the way?” you asked. izana smiled behind the phone “i’m doing fine and you? how have you been?” izana replied “tired.” you sighed over the phone. “have you eaten?” izana asked with a sprinkle of concern in his voice.

‘luh pa-fall’ you thought to yourself. you chuckled “yeah. i’ve had my dinner a while ago.” you replied “you?” “no… i haven’t” izana replied with honesty. you raised your eyebrow “why don’t you go eat? its getting late. you might get dizzy and pass out.” you stated. izana chuckles over the phone “holy shit, you chuckled?” you blurted out.

you smiled “you chuckled, didn’t you? do it again!” you exclaimed. izana felt himself become flustered, heat rising to his cheeks. “wh-what? no, i’m not doing that.” he stuttered out. “why do you also want me to chuckle again?” he asked. “because its hot, why not?” you said casually. oh did he get more flustered.

“y/n, its getting pretty late. you should probably sleep now.” izana says, trying to escape the conversation “its not late- its just… 12AM” “its midnight. its late.” izana clarified. you chuckled at izana’s response. “oh by the way, do you want to go out tomorrow? like we’ll have lunch together. my treat.” you suggested. izana hummed in agreement “i’ll try to see if i’m free but we can have lunch together.” izana replied.

he felt a smile crept onto his lips. “you’re busy? do you have a job or something?” you asked, that made izana a bit alarmed with the question “my job is complicated. but i’ll try to make time for us tomorrow.” izana says. you couldn’t help but smile widely at izana’s voice. you really want to meet him- you wanted to meet the pretty boy again.

“alright then! its settled. i’ll go ahead now. i’ll just text you the details tomorrow.” you said. izana nodded “good night, izana.” you added “mhm.. good night, y/n. i’ll see you tomorrow.” izana replied. “oh one more thing…” you trailed off. “what is it?” izana asks in reply.

“you’re really pretty.” you said with a smile on your face. “good night.” you added as you hung up. you laid back down on bed with a smile on your face.

“you’re really pretty”

izana’s eyes widened at your words as you hung up on the phone. he slowly sat on the bed, slowly he lets your words sink into his head. he sighed at how you acted, you were fun to be with. its been a while that he feels calm today.

as your eyes felt heavy, a smile was still implanted on your face. “izana… he’s interesting.” you mumbled to yourself as you dozed off.

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[richardanarchist]

De volta aos prados

VENHO DA PAISAGEM.

Acaba de me entrar um largo jorro de vida pelos pulmões.

De andar todo o dia através searas e prados, entre giestas em flor, finas, frescas e fofas papoulas rubras, campos verdes e floridos de rosais, trago o aspecto um tanto rude e campônio, tenho a linha pitoresca e viril de um rural boy.

A fim de me arejar do pó da cidade levei para a natureza virgem dos campos, de onde volto agora, um livro espiritualizante.

E nada mais encantador e sereno do que esse pic-nic de bom humor e de verve que eu acabo de fazer, sob as árvores, como um druida, debaixo de tetos verdes onde as aves cantam, sentindo, na frescura da seiva, os vegetais virem à carícia morna do sol.

Nada mais de sentimentos nostálgicos, de vagos nevoeiros de spleen.

O ar salubérrimo da paisagem, pondo-me nas carnes a elétrica sensação do sangue alvoroçado, despertou-me a intensa, a profunda, a complexa fibra sonora da Arte.

Porque eu não sei de cascatas de ouro de lei, de portentosas riquezas nabábicas, de luxos asiáticos, os mais extravagantes e majestosos, que possam apagar na imaginação dos verdadeiros artistas as impressões que se recebe de uma bela prosa estilada, certa, onde a palavra esboça, desenha e colore todos os variados e complicados assuntos da vida, como que fotografando a luz, o perfume, o movimento, a cor.

Na natureza de cada objeto, na essência de cada ser, há, nos livros que se propõem a mais alguma cousa do que divertir, e a agradar mas a convencer, a impressionar, a comover pela psicologia e a análise, uma resplandecente verdade que ilumina de um largo clarão de filosofia a consciência do escritor.

Com nuances diversas, como fitas de fuzis, os livros acusam sempre a maneira literária, sugestiva de um temperamento, pondo-lhe à luz a excitabilidade nervosa das personalidades desenvolvidas num dado meio, amorosas, apaixonadas, tendo, para cada expansão da vida, além de um espírito seguro, impulsivo, uma qualidade de sentir, de ver, de assimilar, de discernir e de crer, a mais estética e delicada.

Nós, que estamos cá para a América do Sul, parece-me que ainda não nos podemos compenetrar bem, com toda a profundidade e largueza, desses grandes sentimentos afetivos que, filtrados do cristal da alma, passam, na mais graciosa e límpida forma literária, para umas tantas páginas de livro.

Porque é preciso fazer transplantar para a escrita aquilo que sentimos, com toda a expressão do colorido, com toda a gradação de tons, com toda a crua exposição do real; — do mesmo modo e com a mesma intensidade com que o ar nos tonifica o sangue e nos dá movimento, ação, a todas as funções do organismo.

Agora, porém, é que vêm rompendo uma floração de talentos, artistas do Atlântico, mais complexos, mais dúcteis, com toda a delicadeza da expressão e o colorido de cinzelada forma — artistas preocupados da correção suprema, que num trecho de prosa fazem vibrar os seus nervos, palpitar a vigorosa força dos seus músculos, resplandecer a flamante aurora vertiginosa do seu sangue.

Esses são os impressionistas, os coloristas, os estilistas, dando à escrita a intensa vibração dos órgãos humanos, fazendo da linguagem o mais prodigioso aparelho que, como um estranho instrumento de ouro, brilha nos nossos olhos, canta nos nossos ouvidos, impressiona e sensibiliza a nossa alma.

Todo o processo literário depende, primeiro que tudo, das tendências, do caráter objetivo do escritor.

E, quem conseguir ter ideias gerais das cousas e souber dispor de elementos de observação e análise será necessariamente um escritor, dentro dos limites do seu alto dever artístico, pintando a natureza como a natureza se apresenta, e dando a cada assunto, a cada particularidade a cor e o estilo que cada assunto e que cada particularidade pedir.

Assim far-se-ão escritores e não máquinas reprodutivas de toda uma natureza morta, de todo um cliché de ideias por bitola, e isso para o bem, para a inteira perfeição da Arte.

Cruz e Sousa