#i was a bit of a dinosaur kid growing up if only because it read as 'dragons-adjacent' to me

[lordichamo]

this is an extremely important question. what is your favorite dinosaur

OOOO okay.... i don't know about FAVORITE favorite but archaeopteryx and spinosaurus are always neat... and velociraptors.... i did also like pterosaurs growing up but idk how high up I'd rank them these days

[zzthekaiju]

Best of the Reptiles in Media - 01 - Godzilla (Monsterverse)

I figure that while I'm using this blog, I might as well post my ramblings on a subject dear to my heart: That being the representation of reptiles as characters in media. And not just villainous or vile ones like we're so used to. I'm talking about ones that inspire me. The ones that are legitimately compelling to me. And these posts are an excuse to espouse why.

Plus, it's just fun. You can thank the likes of @tyrantisterror and @bogleech for inspiring me to do these.

So who better to start with than with the lizard who's been an inspiration to me for almost my entire life. That being the one known as Gojira. AKA...Godzilla.

This is the one character in these posts who probably needs no introduction. Ever since his debut in 1954, the walking embodiment of the horrors of nuclear war, among other things, has been nothing less than an icon. This is the beast people think about when they hear "giant monster" or "kaiju". This is truly the King of the Monsters.

My introduction to Godzilla was a children's book called "Godzilla on Monster Island". It was a fun read full of neat monsters living together and teaming up to stop an evil plan. And it left me wanting more. I wanted more stories of these fantastic yet friendly beasts being friends and living together while having fun adventures. Little me was a bit disappointed to find that Godzilla spent more time fighting his fellow kaiju and trashing cities instead.

The truth, as I would find out, was that Godzilla is never just one thing. He is a fun defender of the Earth. He's the terrifying consequences of our tampering with both nature and science. And in recent memory, he's been a lot of other things. But most of the time, he's either hero or mankind's hubris on two legs. To me, he was a giant dinosaur that could fire thermonuclear breath, and that was all that mattered. It was after hearing about the historical significance of him that my respect doubled.

Back then, I would tell you that my favorite Godzilla from a design standpoint was the 2002 version. Personality wise, almost every Showa appearance post-1964.

But in 2014, everything changed. In came a Goji that seemed to have everything I could ask for. So, we're going to look at the one that resonates with me the most. The Monsterverse version.

That right there is perhaps one of the most awe-inspiring entrances I've ever seen in a cinema.

Before the release of Godzilla (2014), the franchise had entered something of a slump period. The last film was all the way back in 2004, and sadly, the kaiju genre was still something of a niche thing growing up. Here in America, you either liked superheroes or real-life celebrities as a kid. If you liked monsters, let alone giant monsters, you were one of the weird kids. That, or one of the kids who never lost their passion for dinosaurs. But those were rare.

Then Gareth Edwards unleashed this film, and while one could argue that Pacific Rim (2013) got the ball rolling, THIS ultimately resurrected the entire franchise of the Big G, and got him a degree of general respect from most film-goers (so long as you ignore the irritating internet drama regarding screen-time back then).

But let's get to the meat of this post. Why is this Godzilla so much better to me than the rest? A few things, really.

First off, there's Godzilla's role in the Monsterverse's narrative. For the most part, he is a guardian of the natural order, a means of bringing balance to imbalance. He is a metaphor for how nature is capable of righting itself, and how we either have to deal with it, or live with the consequences. In practice, Godzilla ends up going up against almost every monster, most of which are only a threat because we awakened them/created them. Yet despite this, he doesn't go out of his way to destroy us. He's not mindlessly destructive or particularly vengeful either. He knows we're a part of the world too. We just tend to grate a bit more on his nerves because of how much we screw up. If there's one thing this series isn't afraid to show, it's that...well, "the arrogance of man is thinking nature is within our control, and not the other way around."

Design-wise, this is one of the best Godzilla's around. He's bulky, has a killer stare, and there's something oddly endearing about how...well, meaty he is. He's like if my aforementioned previous favorite design, the 2002 one, put on both a lot of muscle and weight. It also ties into his fighting style, said to have been inspired particularly by bears. Even the sounds associated with him are amazing. From that hype-inducing charge of his thermonuclear breath to what might be the best rendition of the classic roar.

Then there is the body language. This Godzilla's usual gait is slow, almost plodding at times. He shows clear signs of exhaustion in some scenes. What he goes through is hard, and his job is even harder, but he still does it. It really helps sell his personality most of the time.

Part of why I like the Monsterverse so much is that, for the most part, the kaiju are treated as characters in their own right (that's not to say they weren't in previous iterations, far from it, but it's a bit more pronounced here than most of the post-Showa stuff). Sure, some films in this verse are better about it than others (more on that later...), but I like how you can glean what Godzilla is thinking of just by looking at his eyes. Of particular note is how they widen in "Godzilla: King of the Monsters" when Ghidorah gains the upper hand during the final battle, his absolute sneer of anger in the first movie when the male MUTO approaches him, or...this.

This scene. This one right here encapsulates so much of what I love about this iteration. Where Godzilla, dazed and thoroughly battered by both the fight with the MUTOS and having a building fall right on him, locks eyes with a tiny little soldier. You see a sense of tiredness, of pain, of acknowledgement, and maybe even a little wonder. This is not just some mindless beast fighting for its turf. It's a thinking being. And he's hurt. The most powerful creature on the planet isn't invincible, neither on the outside and definitely not on the inside.

And you know what? I've been there. There are times where I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world, that there are things too heavy to bear, and its suffocating. Godzilla constantly shows throughout the Monsterverse that his job as a living balancing act is wearing on him. He gets put through so. Much. Crap. From getting buildings dropped on him to being personally dropped from a distance above the clouds to watching his symbiotic partner/mate die, it's almost unfair how we're expected to not really sympathize with him as much as...I'll get to that later.

But he never gives up. Despite all the pain and fatigue, he gets back up, and he fights. And he fights. And he continues until the deed is done. Someone has to rise to the occasion, and it might as well be him. If not him, then who?

That is the biggest reason I resonate with this Godzilla. His awe-inspiring design is one thing, but he gave me the strength to persevere. I don't give up, because he never did. Never before had the Big G been such a hero to me. Such that in 2014 I found myself silently sobbing to myself when it seemed like he was dead near the end even though that was clearly not the case. It's hardly a surprise that I based my personal Godzilla AU on him, albeit with the more sympathetic traits dialed up. Stuff like this made G14 and KOTM some of my favorite kaiju flicks...

...which made it more than a little disappointing when Wingard took the helm and basically said "screw that, this is about the monke now!" Yeah, GvK is the weakest entry in the series for me for a reason. Godzilla's more redeeming qualities are buried under a narrative that clearly is not interested in giving him the time of day or even the benefit of a doubt. Both it and it's successor, GxK, are Kong movies through and through, and that means poor Big G is put out of focus.

I cannot tell you how much I HATE this idea that the only way a monster can be relatable is if it either looks almost just like us or is really cute. Yes, I understand the universal appeal, but they had such a good thing going for Godzilla! And they throw almost all of it away just so that they can make Kong look better by comparison.

Credit where it's due, these issues are slightly improved in GxK. It's not only firmly established that Godzilla is an overall benefit to the world for keeping the other Titans in check, but we get some interesting bits with him like how he instantly responds and prepares to answer the call of the Iwi and help them. It shows that despite his tenuous relationship with humans, there are ones he clearly gives a lot of thought to. And there's also how he makes the Roman Coliseum his own personal bed. Not only is it kind of hilariously adorable, but if you remember how in KOTM he had his own man-made temple, you get the impression that he has a bit of homesickness. That's the kind of thing I like to see! More of that and less "he's only ever angry and he only ever fights, character is for primates only".

Also, while the Evolved design has nice details, I WANT THAT GUT BACK! it just looks weird otherwise with that disproportionately skinny waist.

But thankfully, our prayers might be answered:

With GxK's roaring success (ha!), it's more than likely that the next Monsterverse entry will finally give Godzilla an overdue character arc that doesn't begin and end with "destroy everyone and act big and scary and nothing else". Just please make sure that he doesn't have to die to get that. There are plenty of ways you can make us invest in the guy's story without having to kill him. I WANT to see more of that emotional vulnerability teased across the movies. I want to see him come to terms with how he's been going about his job. And more importantly...I want to see a more explicit Mothzilla scene. A nuzzle and everything. But that's just me.

Whatever the quality of his current status, nothing is taking away how much I love this version of Godzilla. He's taken me out of some very dark places, and for that, I say long live the king.

Also, he brought Mothzilla into the public sphere and every Mothzilla pic made since is the cutest thing ever, so I just love him even more.

[masezace]

little off topic for my blog, but i started watching a new show since a friend mentioned it was good and i'd heard positive things about it, so i just wanted to talk about it a little bit (probably never again after this since this isn't a fandom blog, but it's the only one i have rn so idc it's going here)

the show is Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous, and just going on looks alone, despite my love for dinosaurs and the Jurassic Park franchise i never would have considered it. it appears to be very much for kids, and as i'm in my late twenties now i'm not particularly interested in especially kiddy media. however a friend my age enjoyed it and mentioned it has a canon lgbtq+ couple in it among the main characters, so of course i just had to watch it. i had already been hearing that despite its initial appearance and premise, it was surprisingly good for a kids' show, so i had already been curious, but i was even more keen after knowing there were queer characters, and not even the adults, the kids themselves (in a kid's show?!! what a time to be alive), so i finally sat down and watched it.

[spoiler warning, both minor and major, for the rest of this post btw, so continue reading at your own risk if you haven't seen it yet/are still watching]

the show overall

okay so firstly, i am coming at all of this from the perspective of a writer, so my observations are from a technical standpoint more so than just as a fan of the show. and honestly, it really is a well-written show as a whole. is it geared towards kids? definitely. there are plenty of jokes/gags in it that just don't appeal to me as an adult, but beyond that, there was plenty to appreciate as an adult.

the writing is actually phenomenal? there were several points in the series where i just sat back and mulled over the way a scene went, what the thought process behind writing it was like, how well it was executed, and how important it was to the characters and overall plot.

the suspense is spot on, nothing gets dragged out too long, and i will admit there have been a few scenes throughout that actually got me; i jumped! it's actually scarier than i expected a kid show to be, but i'm so glad they went where they did because it really elevated the experience.

the pacing overall is very good, adequately engaging for kids' short attention spans (and us adhd adults 🥲) but not too short either to a point where things felt abrupt or unfinished. plot arcs are well developed and tied up nicely. also, as a bit of a dinosaur nerd, the array of dinosaurs in the show is super broad and satisfying! very fun stuff.

character element

imo the real gem of this show is the character development. honestly it's just *chefs kiss*

the characters grow and change so much and so realistically over the course of the show, it's honestly so much better and more satisfying than the character growth in most adult fiction/media recently.

the growth in ben (who btw was def my favorite character by the end of s1) and kenji in particular were my favorites and, in my personal opinion, the most interesting. the way ben started out anxious, cowardly, and rule abiding to a fault, then grew into a brave, confident, adventurous little pyromaniac gremlin, then had that stint later in the series where he regressed a bit-questioning himself-until eventually ultimately striking a great balance and really coming into himself was just... peak character writing.

kenji started out overconfident, lazy, and overly concerned with money/status. but that arrogant overconfidence and laziness slowly turned into responsibility, and a desire to protect his found family, and the realization that it's the people in your life that really matter most.

honestly what i mentioned only scratches the surface in terms of those two characters, there's certainly more that can be said about them (as well as all the others) but i'm not really in the mood for a deep dive character analysis atm. just trust me tho when i say these characters are so well done and each one of them have arcs that are super satisfying to watch play out.

queer representation

and as for the queer couple? yasmina and sammy are PERFECT. it was so beautiful watching their relationship grow from one-sided to mutual friendship, to loyal devotion, then to love. they were set up incredibly well and incredibly naturally. i have like, no complaints when it comes to them. i don't even know if there's anything i can say that would add to things, they were just a really awesome couple to watch become canon, they're the beautiful and painfully needed representation we all beg for in tv and movies.

shipping, chemistry, and intent

but oh goodness... probably my only real complaint about the entire show would be how benji (ben x kenji) and kenji x brooklyn (kenlyn? brookji? idk and idrc) were handled. because for all that this show did SO much beautifully right, they really screwed the pooch here, sadly.

i'm gonna start by saying that the writing in this show, as with most, is deliberate. what i mean by this is that despite having no clue who it would be because my friend thankfully did not even spoil me as far as the genders of the queer couple, i clocked yas and sammy as the would-be queer couple as early as season one (actually it was between them and benji, but more on that later). i could already see the chemistry, because it was deliberately written in.

shipping is subjective. anyone can ship any character, and in most cases it's pretty easy to see how there could be (romantic) chemistry between fan pairings based on their personalities, their arcs, etc. and that's okay! ships don't even have to have any canon support to be valid, because shipping is for the fandom, and it's for fun (i have a few rarepairs and crack ships across different media that i just love).

but onscreen/written romantic chemistry is a lot less subjective (to clarify, it is subjective whether or not the chemistry is good, but it's not subjective about whether or not it exists). there are literally scenes written with the sole purpose of building the romantic tension and/or chemistry between planned couples (some of which even have absolutely zero plot relevance, which usually is not advised tbh, and most of which are the cliches/tropes you see in literally any romance ever written, some are just disguised a little better than others. but make no mistake, it's all the same set of cliches. there is nothing new under the sun), as well as intentional, key moments within scenes that have other purposes. they are essential to establish romantic pairings.

and typically, the foundations for these couples are laid VERY early on. always within the first or second season (well, at least they are when the writer actually knows what they're doing and has at least a rough plan/outline for the entire series & characters. this is usually a large part of what separates the good chemistry from the poor chemistry. an author who knows who the couples are going to be and has a plan from the beginning to build them up is going to be more successful in creating a believable relationship with good chemistry. one who does not plan, or makes last minute plans will almost certainly fail, and the couple is just going to suck). when the set of characters you're working with are going to stay the same for most or all of the story, you start immediately.

i don't mean to toot my own horn, because i think it's because i'm a writer so i just pick up on narrative patterns very easily, and pretty much always clock the planned couples within the first few episodes of any series, and by the end i am right like 9 times out of 10.

that being said, do you know whose deliberately written chemistry i also clocked in jwcc? ben and kenji's.

kenji and... brooklyn?

no offense to people who like/enjoy kenji and brooklyn, you are free to love them, but the way their romance was written is... quite possibly the weakest point of the show. it felt like they were just trying to appease the upsetto heteros in charge, because there was definitely another het pairing that had a lot more potential than kenji and brooklyn (hello darius x brooklyn aka darilyn, you would have actually made sense because your relationship had amazing buildup and multiple standout scenes from s1 on. dgmw, i love that we got a m/f strong, supportive, purely platonic friendship out of them, i live for those and we really need more of them. but we could have had that with kenji and brooklyn, or darius and sammy, or ben and yas, literally any other pair instead).

kenji and brooklyn as a couple came out of absolutely nowhere. i honestly think they decided to shove them together last minute, and had no actual plan for them until they were working on s4. because their development barely started at the VERY end of s3 (the abruptness of him caring about her being held hostage so much more than literally anyone else in their group despite them having like zero buildup to that point gave me whiplash), but honestly didn't really even become "meaningful" development until s4, over halfway through the series. the two spend the first 3 seasons basically not particularly gaf about each other individually, only as part of the whole group and on an equal level with everyone else. they otherwise have no deliberate narrative foundation. it just starts in s4 with no prior hinting. which makes their development rocky and difficult to believe. the funny thing is their characters literally have dialogue (in s4) trying to draw comparisons/parallels between them to say that they especially have a lot in common and like??? no? they really don't? not any more so than any other two kids in the group. their relationship just, really falls flat.

it was disappointing to see it take such a massive spotlight in the series for almost all of seasons 4 and 5, overshadowing the friendships that have been the focus of the show and should have remained so, to the point where at times it just felt like i was watching some stereotypical het highschool romance. genuinely, it made s4 & 5 more of a drag to get through. yasammy and ben and yas' growing bond (which by the way was so sweet, it had the strongest queer solidarity vibes good lord, i sure wonder why yas chose ben out of everyone to come out to first, hmmm) were some of the few things that kept me invested, otherwise i would have dropped it if it had leaned much farther into becoming the kenlyn show than it already was. especially when it was that pair so much of the focus was given to, even though we had so readily and perfectly available, the pair that could have, should have been: benji. which finally brings me to:

ben and kenji

benji's foundation was laid in s1. their interactions, the situations they found themselves in, were deliberate (on the writers' part). i'm even gonna go out on a limb here and say the pairings were fully established in s1e3, even with parallels between yasammy and benji (sammy clinging to yas and ben clinging to kenji throughout the episode), and darilyn gets the beginning of their development too.

even though they bicker a lot in the beginning, they clearly care about each other? kenji protects/helps ben multiple times, and there are definitely some looks ben gives kenji at times. at the end of s1, the one who seems the most deeply effected over ben's "death," other than darius (understandably since he's the one who failed to save him), was kenji! immediately after it happens, we get two close up shots, darius and brooklyn then yasmina and sammy. after which, we go back to the whole group with kenji in center frame, the focus is intentionally on him. it is only kenji who drops to his knees at the loss, and then we get a close up of just kenji. he was saved for last, and he was alone in frame (tbf bumpy was in frame too, but i'm talking humans here), which implies his feelings are especially important in this moment. that is the reason for solo close ups.

after ben's "death," kenji takes to always wearing ben's fanny pack, and up until bumpy--who ben cares VERY much about--got separated from them, kenji was the one who (however briefly) took over her care, ensuring she got off the monorail with them, and he's extremely distraught, more than pretty much all of them, when they can't find her, and he's last to leave when they decide to accept that ben's gone. even when they do leave, he's distant and distracted and his mind is clearly still on ben.

other than darius, kenji is the only one (if i'm remembering correctly) to mention ben/say his name after they lost him, upset because he was actually trying not to think about him. he has clearly thought about ben, probably a lot, because it's hard not to be reminded constantly when you wear something that belonged to a deceased loved one. and frankly, he appears to be the only one who dwells on him that much.

when ben reappears alive (which btw he found the group again because of kenji's butter knife, hello), the frames literally purposely focus on kenji's reaction. he's the one in the foreground every time they show him and brooklyn in that scene. he is the first one to say ben's name, the first one to go to him and hug him, and the scene takes special care to highlight kenji's strong emotions at ben's reappearance, lingering on his teary face as the focus for a bit even after brooklyn enters the frame to hug ben (because she is not at all an important element in the scene at that moment). just like when ben "died," the way this scene is written and shot HEAVILY suggests that ben holds significant importance to kenji, specifically. because again, the focus here is on kenji and ben almost exclusively, with brooklyn as only an afterthought lol. and quite frankly literally everyone else's reaction to him being alive was pretty lackluster compared to the special attention they gave to kenji on this.

and then in s3 we have the infamous hat scene, where darius and ben are in the limo and ben sees and mentions kenji's sailor hat, looking sad and sounding like... longing?? then directly after we switch to kenji realizing he forgot his hat?? the scene has no real significance tbh other than to draw a connection between ben and kenji. like, it acts as a transition to switch to the pov of the group on the boat, but it was entirely unnecessary? why not just have darius say something about the others and then show them on the boat? if there were no special relationship between ben and kenji, it would have made far more sense if they really wanted it to be ben to say something, that he sees the hat, and sadly says something along the lines of "i hope the others are okay/doing better than we are right now/etc" which implies that the hat made him think of everyone, their whole group. rather than what we got... which very much implies that he was mostly just thinking about kenji 💀 and then kenji thinking about the hat at the same time ben's looking at it and thinking of kenji. like, this is.... a very blatant connection being made by the writing/directing here.

all of that. so many deliberate connections made between ben and kenji, they had a very solid foundation laid for a romance to develop, and by all intents and purposes one already WAS developing according to the show's own subtext. which was why up until s4 obliterated the idea, i was positive the queer couple in the show was either going to be yasammy or benji. it was extremely obvious imo. but as soon we started getting the typical, loud, cliche "we are going to pair off these characters" scenes for kenji and brooklyn, i knew we were getting yasammy and not benji (to be clear, i'm not at all upset about yasammy, they're beautiful and i love how their relationship was done, i wouldn't have had it end any other way for them. but i do personally prefer benji, i just like their personalities and dynamic more. and i feel they had so much potential that got wasted to make way for a far less interesting pairing between kenji and brooklyn. why can't we have 2 queer couples, huh? and if we really needed a minimum of one hetero pairing to appease whoever needed appeasing, darilyn was right there).

but then??? their like entire bond just gets dropped (honestly ben himself gets pretty heavily sidelined for almost all of the last two seasons, which is criminal imo). mostly so that a rushed kenji x brooklyn can be established. like there are still a few small moments here and there in early s4, and one episode in s5 (ep 10), but from early s4 till pretty much the end of the series we hardly see them have any meaningful conversations or interactions, meanwhile literally every other combo in the group does.

it's so weird? why build up benji so deliberately over the course of multiple seasons just to like, fully discard it for a pairing with far less chemistry, even after the chemistry-building scenes they shared, some of which literally had no other purpose than to affirm their connection? even though they were very sparse, the moments benji had were just so blatant (kenji leaps into the rock crevice right onto the back of a saber tooth to save ben?!!?? like he literally was just willing to exchange his life for him like that?? he basically says that he wasn't really thinking, he just did it. so he moved out of what, emotional instinct, that's what we're meant to intuit from that series of events? implying that he specifically has strong emotion and doesn't think things through when it comes to ben? because he doesn't do that kinda stuff for any of the others in the group! even better, this parallels when sammy jumped on the nothosaurus to save yasmina. and then the way benji look at each other after it's over??? hello??? and then how kenji pulls both brooklyn and ben in for that hug a couple minutes later... side eyeing the writers for that choice. they knew what they were doing there and they were evil for it). i just can't see any reason to have dropped them like they were, after all the development they shared for 3 seasons. confounding. biggest disappointment of the series.

i know this probably reads to some as just "wahh, my ship didn't become canon" nonsense. but that's not why i'm bugged. this wasn't just a ship i liked and wanted canon despite no actual narrative support, as most ships tend to be. this ship did have narrative support. there was intent behind many of their scenes together, lingering looks and little things that matter narratively and are always used to signify a stronger/special connection. and it led nowhere, for no good reason. that bothers me. writing that implies and promises something, but never delivers on it. like a person who never finishes their sentences (think Dr McPhee from Night at the Museum). ultimately it's not a HUGE deal or anything, at the end of the day it's just a ship and just a kids' show. but as a writer, it's just irritating to see something like that be done. what can i say 🤷

conclusion

even despite the wasted potential between certain pairings, and even though i do think the first three seasons were superior to the last two, overall i really enjoyed the show, and for what it was, it was really well-made. the overarching focus was of course on found family and friendship before anything else, which i absolutely love, and it was masterfully done. out of 6 kids, all of them had at least one or two meaningful bonding moments one-on-one with another in the group, so every possible combination had their moment to build strong, believable friendships with each other. i'm just so surprised by how good it was as a whole honestly, good enough to binge over the course of a week. i will happily recommend jwcc to anyone willing to give it a watch regardless of age, because i definitely think there's no age limit for a good story, no matter the medium it's told in. :)

[injaws]

jenna ortega, twenty-three, she/her   ⟡   —   is that ESMERALDA HEROUX i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove? i heard they’re a TOURIST who’s been here for TWO MONTHS. it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE LIGHTHOUSE. at face value, they’re said to be INTELLIGENT and RESOURCEFUL, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite BLUNT and STANDOFFISH. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO  believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them! 

mention of child abandonment.+ disability (vision)

BASICS:

full name: esmeralda genesis heroux nickname(s): esme, es age: twenty-four gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her sexuality: bisexual biromantic date & place of birth: december 31 in el monte, california occupation: paleontology doctorate candidate & researcher at the tanya b. heady museum faceclaim: jenna ortega piercings: so many. six on each ear, a belly button piercing, and a nose stud traits: reserved, polite, observant, cynical, meticulous, blunt, curious, stoic similar to:  kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), elphaba thropp (wicked), prue halliwell (charmed), gayle weathers (scream), camilla saroyan (bones), monica geller (friends), nancy wheeler (stranger things), beca mitchell (pitch perfect) aesthetics: coffee with an ungodly amount of creamer, humming songs while cooking dinner, going outside at 3 am to look at the stars, accidental 5 hour long naps, an earbud always in one ear, an array of rings on each hand, bitten lips, over the ear headphones notable characteristics: wide, boring eyes, typically shaded by lenses; constant eye bags accompanied lips bitten red; hair hastily chopped at the shoulder with the claim of it being "easier to manage"; chunky soled shoes to make up for the lack of height otherwise; a near-permanent suspicious scowl

BULLET POINTS:

— born as one of two twins. her parents, who didn't know they were having twins, gave her up because they didn't prepare for two children. -- esme, who had been born legally blind, was chosen to be the one given up — was fostered and later adopted by parents aksel and sarah heroux in manhattan, new york. — found her forever home with the two, later coming to have younger siblings of her own (her younger brother aleksei is very close to her heart and practically her best friend) — growing up she was always known as an “old soul” (read: autistic), and on account of both her disability and a personality that favored blunt (but observational) remarks, esme was teased a bit relentlessly — grew to be quite reserved and tightly wound as a defense mechanism, building strong armor in the form of poisonous words and evasiveness (no she will not process any of this please dni) — leant into books, music, film, and poetry to help her escape throughout the years and cherished the time she had with her family (homeschool kid ass energy…) — went to columbia to get her bachelor's in geology, and stayed to begin her doctorate program in paleontology — special interest in dinosaurs and yes it is ridiculously serious — applied to work at a research site in scotland (where dinosaurs actually effing existed), got sent to kilmer instead. not happy about it, only staying because she thinks the museum is actually quite cool — currently maybe getting a bit too curious about finding out what the fuck is happening in town/its history … maybe she should watch where she steps :O 

HEADCANONS:

— wears special glasses that correct the little vision she had – can now see pretty much 20/20 with them on, hates them and sometimes doesn't wear them — when not wearing their glasses usually uses a form of echolocation through little tongue clicks or snaps and wears sunglasses to cover her eyes (has very fun shapes i must say) — autistic special interest is dinosaurs. sleeps to dinosaur jungle asmr. please do not engage unless you want to have your ear talked off. ---  baby loves to cook. always trying new recipes & loves to host dinner parties. she did many a cooking classes as a kid. she also danced for a while, but uses it now more as stress relief than anything else. — always tired. 9/10 if she isn’t replying it’s because she’s sleeping. insane concealer budget — loves film and movies and thinking way too deep into them. her letterboxd goes crazy. that being said, their standards are questionable — big fan of animal crossing. terraforming beast. her sims house goes crazy — she has a black leopard gecko named honey, a black cat named milagro, and an array of fish, including a small leopard catshark named buddy. — collects bugs in amber as well as other small fossils — maximalist and has a bajillion stuffed animals — favorite season is winter — always wearing chunky boots — always cold — wicked sweet tooth — rides a motorcycle (her dad hates it she keeps giving him a heart attack) — never found without her cherry cola flavored vape <3

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

guh. check back l8r.

[lizzybeth1986]

Headcanon: Sloane's Kids - Hamza, Artemis, Orion and Zohreh

(FC: Sloane Washington (center) - Nelly Muse)

Everyone who has read my fics kinda knows I have three separate universes for PM, with some commonalities. One in which my MC dates only Hayden, and two in which they date all the LIs. Hayden and Sloane in two of these universes also actively date other people. So in all universes, Khaan is someone Sloane has a relationship with, as well as Alana. I do plan to develop a "childhood sweetheart"-like character for her sometime in the future as well. So Hamza definitely is like a firstborn child to her, even though Khaan and Sloane don't exactly marry.

Sloane has three other children, twins from a fertility treatment as well as one daughter with Khaan many years later.

I see Sloane starting out trying to emulate Kim because she's such a fantastic role model, but she eventually gets her own groove and realizes she will be a different kind of parent and that's okay. Where Kim was more intuitive, Sloane is a consummate planner and she does bring that kind of energy into her parenting.

Tagging @sloanewashingtonappreciationweek and @sazanes for SWAW Day 2: Written in the Stars (since all Sloane's kids are named after certain celestial bodies).

Hamza Mousavi

(FC: Anthony Cyrus Keyvan)

• Born to an Iranian father and a Filipino mother, Hamza spent his first five years constantly moving house because his father Khaan constantly feared that Hamza would be targeted by Eros. Most of those early years feel like a bit of a blur in later life, because once the group entered their lives, things became far more settled for them.

• Hamza took an instant liking to Sloane the moment he saw her. She was shy and smart, was always sweet to him and tried to make healthy treats he would like, and clearly adored his dad. He definitely encouraged Khaan a bit to ask her out (in all universes).

• Hamza obviously is the oldest of the kids that came from the group, and revels in that fact. He is quite fond of bossing the kids around a little 😄

• His dinosaur-love eventually becomes a fascination for mythical beasts in general in later years. Unsurprisingly, his favourite genre for books is fantasy.

• At some point, Sloane revives her writing hobby, and starts writing books for children. Largely with Nadia's encouragement (she promises to do illustrations if Sloane completes a manuscript). Hamza very enthusiastically becomes the test audience for her first book before she sends it to publishers!

• Hamza got his love for healthy treats and a balanced diet from his father Khaan. It's an interest he grows up with. As an adult, he becomes a very sought-after nutritionist (to the initial chagrin of his siblings and cousins 😂)

Artemis Washington

(FC - Arsema Thomas)

• Artemis and her twin brother Orion were born around 3 and a half years after the events of the second book. Like her mother Kim, Sloane did want to have kids at that point, but wasn't ready to have a kid with the people she was dating. She did talk it over with them tho and instantly had everyone's support before she took the plunge.

• The names were of course a suggestion from all the Hayden's in all my universes 😄 Mostly coz Sloane had always loved that story, even before they came along.

• Arty loved to mix and match different pieces in her outfits from the time she was a kid, including a phase where she wanted to wear colourful underwear over her onesies at home coz it made her look like Superman. She was also known for layering different clothes over each other - there was a point at age 4 where she wore a onesie, wore a T-shirt over that, wore bright rainbow leggings over THAT, and completed that look with unicorn-printed shorts. In summer.

• She gets into haircare and makeup as an adult. Loves testing out different products and inventing new looks. I think she builds a brand of her own much later in her late 20s, when she is more confident of her expertise in the business.

• Her favourite film is the animated beauty "Hair Love".

Orion Washington

(FC - Kelvin Harrison Jr)

• Sloane always feels that Ori took after his Nana Kim in a lot of ways

• He loves cooking, and when he gets older loves experimenting with teas!

• Like Sloane, his favourite meal is also a DC Smoke.

• He loved being in the kitchen, loved mixing and matching things there. Sloane, Khaan and Alana would often find grapes in their cups of tea/coffee, an innovation 4 year old Ori would take pride in 😂

• Cooking is really this guy's love language. He does grow up to become a chef later on, joining culinary school early on.

• At some point both he and Hamza teamed up for a "Hello Fresh"-like initiative, where Orion would devise affordable and healthy meal kits, while Hamza assisted with consulting for meal plans!

Zohreh Washington-Mousavi

(FC- Yara Shahidi)

• Zo is five years younger than Artemis and Orion, and fourteen years Hamza's junior. The three of them did spoil their baby sister quite a bit in the early years 😂 She could bat her eyelashes and get away with practically anything - that was also a perk of being the youngest among the entire group of kids!

• Like her twin siblings, Zo's name was also astronomy-based. Artemis is a Greek name for the moon goddess, Orion is a constellation and Zohreh is the Persian name for Venus.

• The kids of the group (Hayden x MC's kids, Nadia and Steve's kids and Sloane and Khaan's kids) do have their own stargazing parties! All of them love looking out for rare astronomical finds, and have their fave constellations. Zo, tho, has a more scientific interest and cultivates it from an early age.

• Zohreh has her mother's interest in Astrophysics and both her parents' interest in tech, so she does actually enroll into NASA as an adult. She takes on a paid internship through the Pathways program after graduating, and that transitions into a full job there.

• Her favourite planetarium is the Hayden Planetarium in NY.

• Arty did plenty of hairstyling experiments on her baby sister as she reached her teens. That still doesn't change when they're adults and Zo has had a number of her friends vie and pay anything for her older sister's services after seeing her amazing hairstyles.

• Zo's fave dish that Orion has made is a Persian fusion dish - saffron chicken wings.

Family HCs:

• Sloane never actually marries, but she's pretty happy with the life she gets to live with the MC (in my poly universes), Khaan and regular visits from Alana.

• All my Haydens, and Sloane, are still close, and they're in fact is Orion's godmother/father in every universe. The MC is the same for Artemis. Nadia and Alana become Zo's godma's years later.

• As a kid Sloane always kept a stress corner for herself with things that would both calm her down and help her with stimming. She does keep one in the house for her kids and it really works for them.

• Hayden(s) kids, MC's kids, Sloane's kids and Nadia's kids all love to form their own group in every universe. Initially inspired by Hamza's stories about their parents, they also band together and envision scenarios where they can save the world 😁 Hamza is undoubtedly the leader haha, he keeps things from getting too out of hand.

• Sloane already looks up to Kim, but she does so even more after becoming a mother. She definitely does come to her for advice and suggestions from time to time.

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Other HCs on the PM kids:

The Park-Young Kids (Hazel x Iris)

The Park-Tennyson Kids (Nadia x Steve)

[shytastemakerthing]

Zohakuten and baby sister reader. Like reader like a toddler and this is modern au. Headcanons of Zohakuten being a big brother

Hello and thank you so much for your request! Honestly, I love the idea of baby sister with these boys because you just know she will just be spoiled like no tomorrow! Requests are open!

Enjoy!

Tw: None

Prompt: Modern AU Zohakuten with toddler sister

Right off the bat, you are instantly his favorite sibling. He tolerates his older brothers for the most part and holds a sense of respect for Sekido as he takes it upon himself to lead the remaining siblings who were within the home, but you? Oh the moment that he saw you, he just knew that he would never let anything happen to you.

Zohakuten remembers the day you were born as if it was yesterday. At the time, it had been kept as a secret whether you were a boy or a girl. He would say that he didn't really care, but the moment that it hit him that he has a baby sister? He knew just how the others felt when it came to keeping him safe as the youngest of the family. Now that you are the youngest, he feels the same protectiveness.

He has taken to calling you 'Cherry', as around the time you were born, was the same time when the beautiful Cherry Blossoms were beginning to bloom all around.

Everyday as you grew older, he was there. Zoha was there the moment you started crawling, the moment you took your first steps, and when you said your first word, 'oha'. Yeah, everyone in the family knew you were trying to say Zohakuten's name. It would seem you were just as stuck on him as he was on you. (Yes, he cried when he heard this, don't let the 'dust in his eyes' fool you for a second)

Once you reached your toddler years, you were very easily 'Little Miss Independent'. You were capable of things that others your age were just learning how to do. While Zohakuten didn't mind this independent stage, it also reminded him that you were growing up and he had to let that sink in for a good long moment.

Out of all of your brothers, he would be your favorite. Aside from him being one of the younger siblings, just like you, as the baby, he was the one you saw around the most. The quads were usually busy with college work so they weren't around a whole ton, but you had Zohakuten.

He remembers the first day he dropped you off at preschool, how your little hands clung to his arm, a bit nervous to leave him behind, but with that smile that was only reserved for you, you knew you would be okay.

And when he picked you up? Everyone wanted him as their big brother now. (I am thinking he is about high school age at this point, about 16 or so), but he comes along with that red wagon you love with little wood dragons that he painted on the side, and you were instantly running towards him, going on and on about your day (I swear, little kids will tell you everything). He would pick you up and place you inside the wagon with your backpack and his own, before beginning the journey home.

But his absolute favorite moment is when you're getting ready for bed. You had taken a liking to some of his old childhood clothing, so you're dressed in an old pair of pajamas when he was about your age as you brush your teeth, him making sure that they are all clean and shiny, before he walks you to bed. Technically, you stand on his feet and he does this dinosaur stomp down the hallway that never fails to make you laugh. Before, he would never see himself doing such a thing, but now? He would do anything to see the smile on his baby sister's face.

Once you've made it to your room, he will tuck you in your bed, bundled up in the blankets as he reads you your favorite bedtime story, one about very strong swordsmen fighting against evil. A little above your reading level, but you just love how he enacts the story.

By the time he has finished, he sees your little sleeping face, warm and cozy, and in that moment, he just smiles again, making sure you're covered, that your nightlight is on, before a small kiss is placed to your forehead, and he leaves the room.

The quads know his behavior towards you, and while Karaku and Urogi certainly tease him about it, they're just happy to see him interacting with you and just how much you look up to him.

Overall, he would be such a good big brother to you and he would make sure that nothing bad would ever happen to you.

[amywhereyouwant]

Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm 

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

[bobbinalong]

Your “Steph keeps the kid” au is incredible! Do you have ideas about the relationships between little Allie and the batfamily? Does she call them Aunts and Uncles? What about Young Justice? Are they the uncles and aunts as well? Sorry I am having a lot of emotions.

I'm so happy people are liking that AU, honestly. I've been meaning to draw some more of it, so I think that I will be doing tomorrow. As for your questions: I hadn't invested too much thought in it, but this is a perfect excuse to do that. So! We're doing this from youngest to oldest. (This is gonna be way too long.)

Damian, when he comes along, is faced with a rambunctious three-year-old who wants to be his very best friend. He's not used to other children, he's not used to the idea of a big family, he just pushed her step-dad off a dinosaur. She does not care. And he gets used to that eventually. I don't think she'd ever necessarily call him uncle (they're only like seven years apart), but they are close. Having another kid around does him some good.

Sorta skipping Duke because I haven't read enough of his comics, BUT I know he's cool with Cassandra and Damian, who are both more than cool with Steph and Allie, so they'd hang out eventually. He's a bit of a daredevil, I know that much, and a bit of a nerd, and I think Allie would like him. If he wants to be Uncle Duke (it's not like Bruce ever officially adopted him, his mom's still around, but he IS part of the Batfam), he'd absolutely get to be.

Young Justice don't find out for a while. Mostly because they don't even know exactly who Robin is. I think they'd just ... as a collective be very surprised by their sixteen-year-old teammate having a (step)child, but they took Anita having to raise her re-incarnated infant parents so well, I frankly don't think anything would throw them for long. They're some of Tim's best friends, they'll grow into being this kid's aunts and uncles. (Bart's her favourite.) (Because he's mine.)

Cass absolutely adores this kid. They first meet when Cass breaks into Steph's room (the only time Steph ever gets the jump on her), and she's not letting go. Steph brings her around the clock tower sometimes. Practicing to read is easier when you do it for a curious little girl. The baby doesn't expect long conversations. Cass has no experience with babies but she knows exactly what not to do, so what can go wrong, right? And she absolutely insists on being Aunt Cass.

I'm skipping Jason because frankly, I don't know enough about him to talk about him in any capacity. I know even less about him than Duke.

Dick is Tim's big brother. He almost fell off a roof when Tim told him his girlfriend was pregnant. He is not ready for his baby bro to have a baby of any kind, step or otherwise. But Tim's a good kid and Steph seems to be one, too, even if Bruce doesn't always seem to think so, and they're gonna need all the help they can get, and he's not immediately gonna take off his mask, but fuck it, he's Uncle Nightwing now. And Uncle Dick eventually.

Babs is ... not too keen on a baby in the clocktower at first. Or on Steph, even, when she's vigilanty-ing. But Tim's her bud and it's not like he's gonna change his mind on any of this, and Steph's stubborn as hell, too, and at least Cassandra is practicing her letters when Allie's around, so. O well. She comes around to her eventually. And probably doesn't want to be Aunt Barbara at first but ends up being exactly that, anyway.

Bruce is. Tricky? He's very hot and cold on Steph. He doesn't want Tim to reveal his identity to her until he does (and then does it himself), so he's not happy when Tim takes that step without consulting him in this AU. Allie's also born during No Man's Land, so at that time, he has bigger fish to fry. Jack and Dana are still around, too, so he's not yet Tim's (adoptive) father. He's not terribly involved in Allie's life, I think. And he still dies soon after Damian comes along and I'm not yet sure if I'm resurrecting him. So. I think they're getting closer before he dies, but no Grandpa Bruce in this AU, unfortunately.

Alfred seems to be very protective of Tim. He's angry with both Bruce and Steph when Bruce tell her who Tim his. (Which doesn't happen here, but. Just as a baseline.) I think he wouldn't be too excited about Steph at first. He's an old man. Maybe a little old-fashioned, too. But I think once he's sure that Tim is safe and happy and that this is what he wants, he'd get right to making cucumber sandwiches for Steph, too. His boys are just always his first priority.

And ... that's the main fam, right? I think. I hope. All the people I can say anything about in any case. This isn't the absolute happiest of AUs, but it is happy-ish. And it does end in relative harmony.

Thank for the ask. Hope I answered it properly. Feel always free to send more, if you read all that, haha.

[eybefioro]

Hi!! I hope it's not too late but i wanna know about the To be a guardian wip :))))

It isn't too late!! I'm always happy to talk about my wips 😂

This one is something that spiraled out of control from this writing prompt, and now has over 30k words (it was supposed to be a simple one shot lol)

It's an AU, where Aziraphale isn't the angel of the eastern gate. Crowley is a slightly different character, he has been alone on earth since the beginning, so he's more lonely, but he has a lot more power and freedom since the arrangement is with Beelzebub. He ends up adopting Warlock more or less how the prompt suggests. Warlock is an orphan, and Crowley ends up relating to him and being properly good, even if he wouldn't admit it. The whole thing is about loving and letting yourself be loved and taking care of other people. I'm still developing Aziraphale’s part, but here he is Adam's uncle and a literature teacher. Because of some circumstances (the satanic nuns are his family in this one, and they're sort of an angel obsessed cult lol) he will need to take care of Adam and you can guess how A/C will meet.

A (long) snippet:

Time passes.  Crowley keeps meeting with Warlock sporadically, until the encounters aren't sporadic at all – he starts to accompany the kid everyday from school to home, to make sure he's alright. Somedays, he ends up helping him with the homework and laughing about the dinosaur bit (he will never tell Warlock the truth though, the kid likes the dinos). In others, he scolds Warlock for not getting enough sleep, going to bed later to read his beloved comics, or for not eating enough vegetables, of all things (those times he felt especially undemonic and out of place. Those times, everyone around Mayfar suffered a little bit more with his annoyance, just to even things out). On most days though, they enjoyed each other's company and Crowley incentivizes Warlock to be a little piece of work to the teachers who refuse to understand him.  With time, Crowley's flat gets warmer. The lights, always so white and bright, start getting cosier. The throne room now has a wall full of Warlock's drawings – some of them he stole, most of them gifted, only a few that Crowley helped draw. The couch in the sitting room gets comfier, and a fluffy white rug appears under it. Slowly, the walls, before so dark-grey and stone-like, acquire a more light, inviting and less oppressive tone. The kitchen now has food in its  storage besides coffee and alcohol. Actually, he had a proper pantry now, not that he dared to think too much about it; he supposed he was in need of a new hobby to occupy himself, and cooking was as good as anything else, really. The cupboard, having before only one sleek black mug, now also hides a fun colourful one, that he refuse to notice it was super hero themed. Somehow, comic books find their way between Crowley's soul collection, and who could blame him? He watched so many cartoons and talked so much about it with the kid that he learned to enjoy it quite a bit (his favourite were the ones with some Endless beings, that he found while browsing for more comics for Warlock. Crowley thought it was pretty malign to give the kid more books to distract him from responsibilities. No other reason at all for it, obviously). By the door, hangs appear to hold coats, right above a shoe rack, things that Crowley never needed since it was easier to snap his clothes on or off. The passenger seat of the Bentley grows a safety belt. All the big floor to ceiling windows and the balcony gets secured with a safety net. Small changes keep happening all around him without his knowledge and at a slow pace, Crowley not being able to recognize the gradual changes, but, with time, his house feels less and less lonely.

One day, a couple months before the first time he met Warlock completes one year, Crowley is walking towards his bedroom, and notices that the hall is longer. He halts, side eyeing a weird new door by his side. It is a sleek built-in one, the same type from the throne room, but smaller and not pivoting in the middle. It wasn't there before; it never existed before, and Crowley doesn't know since when it has been there, doors like these are supposed to be mostly unnoticeable. A shivering fear crawls behind his back; Hell shouldn't be able to mess with his flat. It's supposed to be a neutral ground, his house being the only place that Hell or Heaven couldn't interfere, an old agreement. He opens it, dreading whatever will be behind the door. He's welcomed by a sight that makes his mind stop in shock. It's a comfortable sized room, not too big to make you feel bad, and definitely not small – just the right amount of space to be cosy and still have plenty of room. The walls are a light greyish blue, still having the stone like texture, although softened by the change of colour. The window is big, having a beautiful landscape of the city framed by soft red curtains. A comfy kids bed with the same shade of covers occupies a side of the wall. There’s a white desk and chair in the middle of the opposite wall, surrounded by also white built-in shelves, ready to be filled with clutter. A soft rug sprawls in the middle of the room, with comfy beanbags, all following the colour scheme of the rest of the room. Crowley slides with his back to the wall, sinking into the floor. The sight of that perfect room burns behind his eyes. He knows who this is all for. He hugs his knees and lets himself cry soundlessly. It aches. He can't run away from it anymore. Nor pretend to run away from it anymore. He likes the kid. Even his house likes the kid (okay, maybe that has to do with his subconscious moulding his surroundings, but anyways). Even if it will hurt in the end, even if it doesn't make sense, he wants to protect Warlock, help him grow up, see him enjoy life and be able to provide comfort and… and care. He won't say love. Demons don't love.

Look, To be a guardian is my roman empire. I'm even making a 3D model of Crowley's flat.

There's so much I wanna talk about lol I could go on for hours.

If everything goes alright, I plan of making this a 3 part series. The first one, is focused on Crowley and Warlock relationship, the second is where there might be a slow burn between Crowley and Aziraphale, and the last one is where there is sorta of a... hm... impending doom. Yep. But just the first part is solid, the rest still need lots of plotting, and the draft is *rough*.

Wip ask game

[jogabsha]

About me!

Hiiii everyone. Haven’t made a post like this in a long time (if ever cause I don’t remember lol).

My name is Jogabsha! Not my real name obviously but it’s a nickname I’ve used since around the time I was 5. I’m currently 17 but 18 in about a month in October!

I have a little sister ( @puppyie-innit! :D)! Kinda accepted her as my sister when we met a couple years ago and have been inseparable since! She’s also part of the agere community and a lot of you probably found me cause she tags me a lot lolol. Oh also I’m her CG!

My goals in life are pretty simple. I want to own a C3 corvette (hoping to get a 1982 later this year so the goal will be done!), I want to build my own house in a place with mountains and vast pine forests, I want to get my doctorate in paleontology, and I want to discover and name my own species! I also wanna research Acrocanthosaurus because it’s one of my favorite dinosaurs!

I have adhd/ocd and believe I may be on the spectrum but haven’t gotten evaluated yet!

I’m an artist! Specifically I do a lot of paleoart!

I was that one kid who only ever watched documentaries growing up (though I did watch a bunch of other shows in my childhood too)!

Things I like!

I’m absolutely OBSESSED with dinosaurs and paleontology and prehistory!

My favorite color is like this lighter shade of blue that I don’t remember the name of

I love the walking with dinosaurs series and all its offshoot shows and specials. My absolute favorites are chased by dinosaurs and sea monsters, both with Nigel Marvin!

My favorite color combo is blue and orange

My favorite color gradient is blue to yellow to orange!

I love C3 corvettes and it’s my dream car!

I love playing video games on stream! I do this on YouTube usually on weekends under the same name!

I play multiple instruments! Mainly piano but also guitar, and a little bit of flute and ukulele. I’ve even composed some of my own songs on piano which I’ve uploaded to my second channel. It also has Jogabsha in the username so it should be easy to find but I’ll link it in my bio too!

I love learning new stuff. I will spend an entire day watching video essays and documentaries on stuff I’ve never even heard of before!

I love dinosaur revolution. It’s got really good storytelling for a documentary and I love the way they told stories based on actual fossil specimens!

I absolutely ADORE dinosaur king. Grew up on that show and I have over $3.5k worth of cards and collectibles from that franchise.

I love undertale sm. I have every song in the game memorized. I also love deltarune to the same degree!

About this blog

This is entirely meant for just me posting my art and my hyper-fixations. I also might repost my sister or paleontology posts every now and then.

This is a safe space for the agere community because my sister and I are both a part of it. Absolutely NO sexualization or anything of the sort here please!

There will also be no violent speech/hate speech/politics/name calling/bullying on anything related to this blog. This is a space where I want people to come and just nerd out with me on cool topics. I don’t care who those people are or what they believe, and you shouldn’t be hung up on that stuff either.

This blog is safe for ALL ages. Please be mindful of that when you decide to interact with my posts.

Thanks for reading through this! Will probably add more to it as time goes on but this ai good for now. Hope you all enjoy the Dino-nerd posting!

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So Veggie: A So Flora Mini Challenge

A mini sims legacy challenge inspired by not so berry legacy challenge. Have fun!

Garlic: You grow up in Forgotten Hollow and find yourself reading one too many fiction books on occults. You aspire to have a book you write made into a horror screenplay. Your self-care consists of Scare Max and Sims of the Dead. And of course, you have a Midnight Massacre poster above your bed. Which isn't always the most romantic things to have looking down on you. Your partner insists on Woohooing in the shower more often than not, but you refuse to take it down.

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Right a copy of every book before you publish it to pass down

Buy the great storyteller reward trait

(Optional) Spooky lot trait if you live in San Myshuno

(Bonus) Buy spooky stuff pack paintings

Submit to a literary digest

Win a starlight accolade

Read a book you wrote to the public

Never become a vampire (or make and drink the cure if you do)

Write primarily horror short stories (you are edgar allen poe)

Always have garlic wreaths up in the house

Go on a trip to Brindleton Bay for your honeymoon and get pregnant at the lighthouse

Peas: Eat your peas, kids. Then maybe you can have the refined taste palate of this sim. You love dinosaurs as a kid but not enough to pursue a career in archaeology. Instead you pride yourself on always eating your vegetables. You are determined to change the food world with this wonderful talent of yours, so not only do you join the culinary career, but you apply your knowledge as a food critic as well.

Aspiration: Master Chef [Does anybody else always read this as Master Chief???]

Traits: Foodie, Snob

Career: Become a Sous Chef, write a cookbook, quit and become a Food Critic

Bemoan lack of banana for scale while dining out [the same way I bemoan the lack of bananas in game, plantains are not the same thing]

Earn Health Food Nut Lifestyle

Complete Experimental Food photo collection

Live in Oasis Springs near the dinosaur

Black Bean: Be gross? Yes please. Drink the milk out of the carton. So what if you're lactose intolerant. Belch. Fart. Release the gas. You just can't help yourself-it brings a smile to your face. And it's actually a bit admirable. You truly live life to the fullest with no shame.

Master mental skill as a kid and make a stink drink on the Beakers and Baubles Science Set

Buy shameless reward trait

Aspiration: Live Fast Teen

Love spicy food, always get food during festivals

Eat lots of beans and franks

Lactose intolerant

Plant a stink capsule in high school

Have so much fun you wet your pants because you can't be bothered

Buy something anytime you see a vending machine

Complete MySims Trophies Simmies collection

Spinach: You are gifted a doctor doll on your first birthday, and that's all you can dream of after. While getting fit in an effort to be able to run rounds and crack open rib cages, you have a crisis of heart. Should you be a doctor or pursue your love of sports? You never do decide.

Aspiration: Extreme Sports Enthusiast

Career: Doctor

Earn the Adrenaline Seeker Lifestyle

Play with the doctor doll as a kid

Climb up Mt. Komerebi and build on the secret lot

Try for baby in the ice cave

Teach a Ski Class

Drink protein shakes

Make a wish at the Ema Board

Swim in Mt. Komerebi's river

Determine the gender for your grandchild(ren)

Carrot: If there were cars in the world you'd be a car sim. You love taking things apart to figure out how they work. Your house is littered with bits and bobs and upgrade parts. You had every car toy possible as a kid and it still wasn't enough. Because you could never sate your curiosity about driving a car, instead you turn to building things. Nothing fancy, nothing modern, just a chair here a violin there. And if you're going to make it why not figure out how it works?

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Eat lots of carrot cake

Upgrade everything in your house at least once

Craft your own violin

Master the violin

Master woodworking skill

Write a song

Buy a re-traiting reward potion and change your sim's whole personality for their midlife crisis

Move to Tomorang as an adult

Mermaid Kelp: Do you know Emily? Emily! You want to be like Emily. You live surrounded by water, but why can't you breathe under it? Who cares about legs, the little mermaid had it backwards. Scales and tails and fins, oh my. But why stop with yourself. Spread the joy! (You may cheat here for number 6)

Aspiration: Beach Life

Traits: Child of the Ocean

Complete shell collection

Have a beach club

Find a treasure chest

Make everyone in your club into a mermaid (have a mermaid cult)

Play fetch with a dolphin

Live on an Oceanic Paradise lot

Survive off odd jobs only

Kava: You've always been curious about your heritage. You mean to research your distant ancestors but you get caught up right away in Sulani lore. When you realize you can summon the Elementals, you have so many questions to ask. It's a bit disappointing to find out they don't have all the answers so you look to the next best place of mystery: the bottom of the ocean. Everyone needs to let off a little steam after working so hard taking care of the world. And you know just the way.

Conservationist Career: Marine Biologist

Traits: Inquisitive toddler, Child of Sulani, Party Animal

Party Animal Aspiration

Interact with Elementals

Go diving every Sunday

Reach gold hosting a kava party

Master dance skill

Marry a coworker

Teach your kid to swim

Dip infant's toes in the water in Sulani

Prairie Grass: You stay up late reading under the covers all the time as a kid. It actually kind of messes with your sleep schedule actually. And while books are fun when you're young, they get a bit boring after awhile. Too late you realize you could have been playing in the mud and splashing in puddles. But hope is not lost. You can squish all the fruit you want while the rest of the house sleeps.

Nectar Making Aspiration

Live at home your whole life

Buy a Restaurant/Store

(Bonus) Use a grow fruit as a fertilizer

Buy night owl reward trait and make nectar at night

Simple Living/Wild Prairie Grass lot challenge

Live on a ley line

Basil: I think, in the end, you are just too smart. Smarts are something to value for sure, but the what-ifs, the quantum possibilities-they really get to you. School is really hard. You talk to yourself more than anything and eat lunch away from everyone else. You try to play games on your phone to distract yourself from your running inner monologue but it doesn't last long.

Child Aspiration: Whiz Kid

Adult Aspiration Master Maker

Traits: Paranoid, Erratic, Genius

Make money selling candles and fabricated furniture

Live underground (you may go outside occasionally)

Write in a journal

Write a book about your conspiracy theories

Get really good at the pipe organ

Must have lots of handcrafted candles around the house

Get into fizzing

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I found one of those thinly disguised homework questions posted to r/biology the other day and annoyed them with this lengthy response that I’d like to share with you. Not an oracle or anything like that. But I think it has some truth.

First of all, I think you are losing out on the stretching of your mind and development of your knowledge web and will not grow in your intellect, stunted mental weaklings always studying for a test by asking reddit to answer your homework because people treat it like work to be finished instead of exercises and practices for our development as a whole person.

But that's like 95% of America who just refused to develop themselves after school stopped making them "work" at it.

so... since I'm not going to change your mind, I might as well alleviate your suffering.

Theropod dinosaurs like Trex or velociprators are the 2-legged bird-like types of dinosaurs whose relatives became birds after all the large animals were wiped out and they were able to evolve on their own in a new world with only other small creatures after the asteroid wiped out the bigger creatures.

There were always reptiles like turtles, lizards, and crocodiles living alongside the dinosaurs which also survived the asteroid.

Hey, I hate work too. And school really does suck. Because we really suck at teaching in our schools. And y'all are slackers. But you should be slackers for $15 and hour and almost no real family-supporting jobs to even try to go to college for. And even then it's years or even a life of debt that only uses your training in moving around code in Excel. Even if you become a criminally underpaid scientist and professor. F that noise.

Slack away.

Slack at everything supporting this terrible life they are shoveling at you while they go about extracting and oppressing and causing almost all human and ecological suffering in the world and then turn around and throw in some welfare to go with that $15/hr that you know will only get less with meaningless COLAS and inflation as you flee from master to master in search of just a tad more Freedom Dollars to rent a little shelter, food, and comfort and to maybe buy from them even the littlest of things to get even a modicum of the freedom and food, shelter, and luxuries like teeth. And maybe enough freedom and Freedom Dollars to live a little and to have enough to help a brother out (or sister or whatever) and to afford a win-win whenever they can. And maybe a lose a bit-win here and there when they can help a brother or sister or whatever out.

I just wish you were more curious.

It's a really fun out here and school sucks but at least it can introduce you to some of the cool stuff that you can explore for yourself. Just don't believe first impressions.

Writer gets longwinded a bit much from here on in and stop actually talking to the student but to the others foolish enough to waste their time reading ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

You get bad first impressions because our schools mostly suck at teaching despite the outstanding teachers doing impossible feats of education underfunded to a degree I hope our future generations have moral courage to find repugnant and repent of. Terrible schools full of impossibly foolish and idealistic teachers who think they might just make a difference in someone’s life and don't realize until they are old that they made a positive impact on everyone and for most of us of us teachers basically half raise us. For a lot of us they primarily raised and mentored, even fathered and mothered us all into adulthood in the most loving (almost always) and proper (usually, except for the predators) ways they could which they thought were proper and possible for them at that time.

Have a little compassion for the poor suckers. Especially have compassion for the many good but angry ones sticking in there because they can't abandon their kids even if the other schools would snatch her up and double her pay if they knew what kind of person they were. Aside from the predators, try to have compassion even on the very mean ones. (Most of them are not that mean. You kids don't know shirt about bad or mean or abusive and boring teachers. unless you are a minority, cause there's way too many Yt-nostalgic bullies and entitled Boomers who still neglect yall and do far worse things to y'all. even worse, even now, sadly, when the cowards can do it off the radar and off camera or in neglected SES's.)

But any way, about the dinosaurs and birds...The astroid impact wiped out all the large and specialist types of animals. All that were left had to be able to live on the decay and slowly recovering plant life.

Smaller creatures that didn't need so many calories to survive long enough to reproduce and most representatives of almost all of the very small creatures and all the more resiliant plants and fungi which all had seeds and spores in the ground to spring back after things settled down and the sky cleared up again. In a century or two the entire Planet would be green and alive again and full of all the tiniest representatives of all the creatures that had evolved till now.

Including the mighty dinosaurs. the behemoths and leviathans out of our myths and nightmares. Some of their descendants now poop breakfast and dig up my garden too often for their own safety.

But within a century or two. maybe a millenia all the ecosystems were up and running, full of excess resources and lots of new territory and niches to specialize in. there would have been an explosion of speciation and new traits that found perchase in this empty paradise.

But here was a brand new world. Basically a new creation of almost all life to more or less have a bunch of representatives of the various groups of vertebrates and other creatures and life forms like plants and fungi and archaea.

A whole new batch of critter starter kits have been released from their previous state of arrangements into a new world of preexisting plant, fungal, prokaryote filled established ecosystems. Plants of every conceivable type and resources unacceptable were available were widely available and freely given as food for a little batch of the the little things of this world.

Things like cockroaches, dragonflies, lizards, possum-sized mammals and bird-sized theropods (already covered with feathers they had evolved for warmth, display, or flight/gliding). Or the things like frogs or turtles that could take refuge in the mud for a year or two. Or crocodilians. Which are just so perfectly evolved as a family as to be indestructible even when smacked upside the head with God's errant baseball because like sharks, they had already colonized the entire planet. (this was a good and natural kind of colonizing by fitting into preexisting ecosystems and learning to adapt to their ways, Colonizer).

As the plants returned, the generalists began to find niches and natural selection played off random mutations along with a sprinkling of statistics and weird happenstance leads to each generation being filled with more of the individuals carrying the genes that produced the proteins that kicked off a chemical and physiological cascade of biological wizardry that results in particular traits having particular qualities the the environment and the entire ecosystem around them has opinions on its fitness. The ones with the best overall stats for the things of their world that matter most to reproduction and surviving long enough to pop off a bunch of fit offspring carrying those same genes, mixed with some other individual's unknown, but obviously fit genes (to have survived this long), making a brand new mix of some of the best genes nature could find for that situation.

So we get creatures morphing gradually in spurts and starts and plateaus over hundreds of thousands and then hundreds of millions more years as their environment and ecosystems and neighbors all change along with them in a stop motion animorph-like thing as a fish eventually becomes a philosopher. Who can understand how the basic structure of theropods with feathers can easily lead to my silly chickens poking curiously around my back yard.

The mammals, hairy and feeding their young off of secretions from glands on their ventral side sprung from a group of earlier 4-legged vertebrates that originally sprung from a group of fish like tiktaalik. And we can watch that little rat-like raccoon thing find food in new ways and was of surviving in groups using intelligence and communication and dexterity to get into things and tear things apart to get at the grubs inside or to get at the nutritious part of the root. Dexterity and development of hands so integral to their survival that they walked on 2 feet exclusively and learning to run, and intellect so integral to simple survival and to the growing new selective pressures found only in sentient creatures: "culture" and "tools" and "innovation" and "intelligence" and "morals" and "values" and "language" and such) , that they dedicated 25% of their scarce calories to their brains.

But here was a brand new world. Basically a new creation of almost all life to more or less have a bunch of representatives of the various groups of vertebrates and other creatures and life forms like plants and fungi and archaea.

A whole new batch of critter starter kits have been released from their previous state of arrangements into a new world of preexisting plant, fungal, prokaryote filled established ecosystems. Plants of every conceivable type and resources unacceptable were available were widely available and freely given as food for a little batch of the the little things of this world.

Things like cockroaches, dragonflies, lizards, possum-sized mammals and bird-sized theropods (already covered with feathers they had evolved for warmth, display, or flight/gliding). Or the things like frogs or turtles that could take refuge in the mud for a year or two. Or crocodilians. Which are just so perfectly evolved as a family as to be indestructible even when smacked upside the head with God's errant baseball because like sharks, they had already colonized the entire planet. (this was a good and natural kind of colonizing by fitting into preexisting ecosystems and learning to adapt to their ways, Colonizer).

As the plants returned, the generalists began to find niches and natural selection played off random mutations along with a sprinkling of statistics and weird happenstance leads to each generation being filled with more of the individuals carrying the genes that produced the proteins that kicked off a chemical and physiological cascade of biological wizardry that results in particular traits having particular qualities the the environment and the entire ecosystem around them has opinions on its fitness. The ones with the best overall stats for the things of their world that matter most to reproduction and surviving long enough to pop off a bunch of fit offspring carrying those same genes, mixed with some other individual's unknown, but obviously fit genes (to have survived this long), making a brand new mix of some of the best genes nature could find for that situation. So we get creatures morphing gradually in spurts and starts and plateaus over hundreds of thousands and then hundreds of millions more years as their environment and ecosystems and neighbors all change along with them in a stop motion animorph-like thing as a fish eventually becomes a philosopher. Who can understand how the basic structure of theropods with feathers can easily lead to my silly chickens poking curiously around my back yard.

The mammals, hairy and feeding their young off of secretions from glands on their ventral side sprung from a group of earlier 4-legged vertebrates that originally sprung from a group of fish like tiktaalik. And we can watch that little rat-like raccoon thing find food in new ways and was of surviving in groups using intelligence and communication and dexterity to get into things and tear things apart to get at the grubs inside or to get at the nutritious part of the root. Dexterity and development of hands so integral to their survival that they walked on 2 feet exclusively and learning to run, and intellect so integral to simple survival and to the growing new selective pressures found only in sentient creatures: "culture" and "tools" and "innovation" and "intelligence" and "morals" and "values" and "language" and such) , that they dedicated 25% of their scarce calories to their brains.

Then when we had figured out how to use those giant brains to build agriculture technology, language, culture, art, stories, creating metal from earth and used that metal to plow the earth to feed themselves and even to build an outdoor lab in order to take generations of purposeful selective breeding with real scientific understanding of genetics on some basic level but probably better they created corn from grass so long ago it was believed by Western science to be a native species until only recently.

We never looked because we were the experts a we lacked the respect for the ancestors of your people and your people and your people too. But hey, we did figure out how to use corn to get drunk and for that I thank you. They had a civilization of humans in south america who built a pyramid only recently discovered in the jungles of the amazon (one of many many huge and complex civilizations across the Americas in the BC (before Columbus/Colonization) that predates the pyramids of egypt herself because we never looked. after the earliest recorded footprints were just conclusively proven by one of the most set of strongest evidences short of the evidence for evolution and climate change to be ~20k years old and they were pretty far south so the first peoples have been here for at least that long.

and then those explorers and pioneers jogged down the glaciers settled down and created some corn and far later the backdrop of a foot fettish's vampire flick. while their old buddies and strolled past the hole in the earth left by the astroid that killed the dinosaurs while the others created a buffet of potatoes to make Sam Gamgee's eyes pop out, domesticated those spitting mean sob llamas, (while people in the Pacific were domesticating the dangerous dinosaurs we call cassowarries fyi) and managed to create the Amazon Rain Forrest and so many big civilizations that one of them decided to pile a shit ton of rocks into a pyramid to get closer to the heavens only 800 mothers after your ancestors fricken crossed an ice bridge and glaciers because they were too impatient to get to the New World they hoped and imagined could be on the other side of the hellscape of ice.

They hoped they would find new green lands to colonize (in the right way, with their new ecosystems) with their little family groups but maybe huge and well-ordered tribes and family groups.

You should know Africa was back there working on figuring out the finer points of using visual symbols to communicate and well on their way to developing the first complex written form of their language in a few millenia and would soon think a great way to use their new toy was to be writing snark on their oblisks as the aristocrats in their most "advanced" civilizations would have oblisk building competitions between neighboring cities before any recognized pyramid in the world.

So I doubt your amazing ancestors were just bumbling along like cavemen in elk skins. I'm sure they came as some kind of tribe or nation who planned an expeditionary operation and then methodically and purposefully crossed the ice because you don’t want your grandkids growing up in an ice field like you and want them to wake up to a green life. I'll bet your forebears hauled ass across crevasses of glaciers on a scale that dwarf any modern mountaineers in both technical skill and pure balls (insert Betty White quip here) and did things nobody in their right mind and a safe home should attempt.

Like a slow motion kung fu/baliwood flick on the Monkey King’s army they skipped across those glaciers.

But usually they only took that risky group endeavor (imagine all the babies, kids, and grannies regularly training/prepping to climb glaciers and then being told they are striking camp again and oh by the way, we have to do the glacier thing again. Because they did it all the time.

But only when they couldn't pilot their little fleet of ships they made on the fly any further south for now. They were preternatural daredevils and explorers with nowhere to go but forward now. But they weren't stupid and there's a lovely ocean road that's perfectly safe as long as you don't annoy the orcas and avoid the swimming polar bears.

They did that more than 20,000 years ago. To put that in perspective assume 4 mothers per century in a line of generations. one generation every 25 years. 20k sounds like a lot and it is a superheroic feat that was so unexpected by “Western Science” that we didn't think a couple thousand old footprint fossils could possibly be that old and never bothered to test them until just recently when a First Peoples became a Western Science-recognized archeologist. We never bothered to test their age as the sand blew them away in one of our national parks.

But 20,000 years is only 20,000/25 mothers ago. Only 800 mothers ago puts things in a real perspective.

800 mothers ago your people had already trucked over the ice age itself to set foot in a green valley with a broad stream.

I don't know why you came here. how come you didn't want to live in china? which is ridiculous. have you seen how magically gorgeous and rich china is? it wasnt any less magically glorious and rich a bit more of it covered in ice and snow up north. lots of nice mostly empty and habitable land without any ice.

But now there was the brand new road of to a new unknown north east and into the unknown. But perhaps green or warm blue life beyond the ice. That road is currently covered in glaciers for the next few thousand miles. For some weird reason some of yall crazy mfers like the cold and seal blubber. And are so metal they chased the glaciers back up north to keep up with their favorite level of ice and cold and blubber. Some weirdos like just the right cold and ice even though we have central heating and airplanes now. I commend you for how metal you are,

(Please grant mercy to the sentient whales. a mercy you wished had been granted you over all these year of oppression, and you also have grown and know better now and can grow beyond your fathers and further honor your whales by using the knowledge the colonizers ripped from the still breathing bodies of your beloved whales as they carved up alive for oil and perfume. to teach you how to honor them and yourselves and the hard work to recognize the whales as special for some reason. Choose mercy.)

 If you choose to live there you must be a very strong people.

Strong people ought to always choose mercy for the weaker or in need or endangered party. We all know that.

Everyone except the Colonizers.

And of course the occasional empire that gets carried away or the occasional savagely regressive mockery of a civilization like Spartans that just uses civilization's tools to conduct fascism and slavery and oppression of the weak. That is a civilization, but it isn’t Civilization.

True civilization assumes do no harm for the average person, regardless of status, even slaves. And only does harm in particular cases for cause. and expects the unjustly harmed party to be made whole by the offender to the fullest feasible level of justice given the circumstances for all involved. True Civilization, the ultimate goal of all good civilizations.

Off soapbox.

Within 400 mothers (more or less) yall had built pyramids in the middle of a jungle you built to eat your taters with your llama spitting at you as you tried to find spiritual realities. whatever might be out there.

You had another 400 mothers after that. you think the rest of those metal first peoples and the the families and nations and cultures of the 400 mothers before Columbus were all just refining rain dances like in the movies? They built massive complex civilizations with their own cultures and histories and feats of magnificence that lasted longer than America before being forgotten in history.

But there were a lot of advanced civilizations here. over and over.

and your ancesters were also among the first peoples who militarily resisted America. conducting complex and effective assymetrical warfare as well as commanding large well-ordered armies against Civil War trained and battle hardened (and tragically heart-hardened) American soldiers with all their toys and dirty tricks.

It took them centuries to exterminate you using those dirty tricks, broken treaties, and war crimes and crimes against humanity of such scale and cold regularity and glee as to make Henry Kissinger chuckle and Hitler weep. While we wore you down with numbers swelled by all the immigrants we could lure from Europe with the promise of new lives and opportunities to provide for their families and of course the promise of “free” land in The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.

America has dwarfed the evil of the holocaust on several occasions. From 1619 and the earliest English colonies, it only took us 6 mothers for the white slaver Founding Fathers to lead us to fight for our freedom against Britain. (England was going to ban slavery in her colonies and just focus on colonizing.)

Washington and Jefferson and the rest of the slave masters posing on your dollars got the good-hearted rubes to go along with them declare our independence from the tyranny of king George and "finally become free."

But look then how it took us another 4 mothers of chattel slavery of such depravity that even the archaic and cruel laws (by our standards) of Moses would would have served as a reformation that would be celebrated by the Blacks themselves as at least a significant improvement in quality of life for all slaves in America. At least that “mercy” could have cleared the way for a smoother and gentler reconciliation and resulted in less residual damages to Black and Yt folks and everyone else caught in Yt crossfire.

American slaver behavior would clearly have been disallowed and even punished severely and up to death for their mistreatment or murder of their slave. But hey, another 4 mothers of freedom for all* and then at 12 mothers post Jamestown we decided, to let our women vote and 14 mothers to let our Blacks vote after we made them beg and plead to let them vote and oh, btw, please dont kill us for making such a ruckus by asking nicely.

And it took 16 mothers for too many of us to still not blink an eye at "let our Blacks" and focus on right to vote. 16 mothers from 1619 until now. 10 mothers since our Freedom. Barely 2 mothers of being free under the law for the majority of us and even still that freedom is a farce in the face of unchecked power and wealth of America and her "peace keepers" or even moderately powerful Yts.

I hope the next few mothers find creative ways to win or give America back to the Americans and the Blacks in some more significant ways. We need new generations of mothers to help us better repent, make whole, and reconcile and as we [Yts] learn to live together with others and play nice with others, even if they are too different for our comfort. we need our immigrants and brown people to teach us that.

So yeah 800 mothers in America and only 16 under colonization. and only 10 under the united states of america. There is hope for America to be saved from the colonizers just by reproduction rates and demographics. And there is a hope so real you ought to be preparing your daughters to mother our civilizations through 800 generations of mothers more.

All those mothers were and are  and will be seeking spiritual truth and reality. They never get everything right of course. But they are looking. And to be looking is the most important part. even if it is just casting about randomly or purposefully seeking new ways or simply stuck using the same old reliable psalms and prayers you use to meet the Devine in this world right now. even if it is not the best religion that has some terrible aspects you ought to try to revolutionize. Seeking is a very good start.

She will meet you there. The Devine will find you and lead you closer to understanding all the good things a good person is and often understanding what kind of things they can expect of their good god(s). And certainly at this point we know what we should expect of a good God better right now in history than any other period in history because the entire past was mostly just a lot bland to go with all of the terrible mixed in with those heroes and good old days.

Bland and terrible Good Old Days sanitized by nostalgia. Like Boomer bland. Bland is not neutral, btw. Have you ever tried a few of the Yt Boomer's nostalgic candies and compared their legacy candy bars to any other candy in the world?! The Boomers only think they still taste good because they got nostalgia for a crappy treat in their crappy childhood where every thing made sense to them and now they got old and now can basically only taste salty or sweet at this point and they keep buying and chowing down that sweetened chalk and foisting it upon america and their own kids even though they clearly dislike it and mysteriously deciding to keep the Hersheys candy in business any bigger than a feature of their amazing theme park full of wage slave who should be slacking right now.

Do we really want a future of hershey bars and twizzlers? And Boomer values.

Anywhoo, it's getting late so...Your ancestors took 400 mothers to get from ice age nomadic nations to the point the one of them thought to build a pyramid while there were still fricking mammoths on this earth and Egyptians were still cribbing from Sumeria and Kush.

Your ancestors built the first pyramid on earth (that we know of in this world at this point in time) in Peru after they just finished building the Amazon Rainforest and eating a selection of their favorite taters.

They had another 400 mothers until that pirate and slaver Columbus discovered it for the colonizers by accident when he was trying to find a faster way to make money for rich people who wanted a way to get richer faster. Imagine what those 800 mothers created. Imagine what those 16 stolen mothers took from your peoples and be very angry and demand justice. (spare me. pretty please?)

But have a little hope to go with the rage. Imagine how many times your own empires oppressed their neighbors for 10 or 20 generations and you resilient magnificent bastards wouldnt stay down and would rise back up out of the ground with an injection of diverse genes from your former oppressors and go on to build brand new amazing civilizations once you got the oppressors foot off your neck.

Soon you along with the blacks, other minorites, poor whites, and a few good Yts like me will outnumber the colonizers. Then you can take back your countries.

I hope.

Whether it is this generation or in 5 doesn't matter. Look at your history. You aren't the dispossessed for long.

you are seeds. you are the little raptors that survived. Soon all this will be yours again and you will could recreate yourselves into something new.

Like the little creatures that survived by being generalists and just surviving you and the rest of the poor and oppressed of America are already in the majority and could already take back your counties and begin to grow and develop and live more freely if you could thwart the rich’s efforts to stymie your attempts to organize.

Cause my people ain't ever going to fix things even though we could.

If you can fix a few things and heal a few things, then everyone can have more freedom to choose what kind of better life they want, as long as they behave in a civilized manner.

The new cultures you become will adapt and find your niches in this new world of yours and build new cultures and civilizations for another 800 mothers until the colonizers are ghost stories about a terrible mythological race that swarmed the Earth.

A story of a monster that covered the earth and swallowed up the nations and the First Peoples should celebrate how they endured and rebuilt their numbers and developed their cultures and grew as people even under oppression by Yt’s.

now go make friends with the other oppressed people and win back your land without having to guess “alabaster” in a rigged tv game show. create your new future.

I don’t know what it will look like. But it is easily going to be better than this one and, knowing yall, it will be a lot better and kinder. So please. organize.

You know just when the best and brightest of civilizations past had helped all of us get to a point in time where, if there was any justice in this world, everyone could easily have plenty of food, medical care, education, vacation time, some hobbies, a modest house and a little land, something comfy to sit their ass on and some tv to watch with our well-fed families…

Just before we could all be relatively safe, comfortable, well-fed, and doctored in the same city our families lived in for generations, building up networks and strong communities…

Just when humanity was about to have Civilization, we got enslaved by Capitalism and the Aristocrats. Powers of the World that want good little voters and obedient workers. Worker bees who can think well enough to follow orders and not think for themselves much at all.

And so yall got really crappy schools which are slowly getting better in spite of the fascists best efforts to return education to the 1950s (which sucked for everyone who wasn't a White Christian Man with a lot of land, money, or a union job with connections.) And so school sucks for you and kills your spirit and curiosity. I get it.

Get your A and take a nap. But just imagine if you could see all that stuff above in your mind every time you saw a pigeon or heard a mosquito in your ear during your nap and appreciate all that came to make that beautiful and amazing little blood sucker. Imagine you could look at a prison yard or migrant workers and see hope for the future and put your past in context.

Because you can know all of that on a simple high school education if you pay attention and use your brain, neighbors, and teachers of all kinds to help your put all the obvious pieces together.

But at least imagine if you just tried to learn a bit for real along the way and try to make it all fit together so you can understand better how the world works and build a robust web of knowledge to build on. And then don't get mentally weak. Keep building that web and learning how to use it.

Any way lots of cool stuff that leads to this highly evolved fish to wax philosophical on reddit because, well, I got high (hey, it's legal, what's my boss or anybody going to do? call my parents?! please don't call my parents...) and I like helping a brother out whenever I can.

or sister or whatever. we should do that as a matter of habit as we think “how would I like to be treated if I were that schmuck talking to a dumb-butt like me” and try to find win-wins for all parties. Do that and kinda give a shit about what happens to other people when you burn fossil fuels for tax breaks and we could turn this whole stinking culture around.

Can we admit that even though most of us are pretty good intentioned and caring people, rich Wt Evangeli-Christian-centered Capitalist America kinda sucks? Maybe we should try to make it a little better for each other when we can.

And I especially like to help a brother or sister or whatever out when I get to explain cool stuff as I do it and maybe get too much on my soap box.

Sorry about that. My unwanted help comes with a penalty of ignorable meaningless snark, knowledge, and rantings on the injustices done by a few too many of the other highly evolved fish in our world that never wanted to evolve on "culture" because they were manipulative amoral predatory greedy mfers and/or thought there was some perfect Eden was in the past they were supposed to be getting back to.

Other penalty is being stuck with the fun of finding the unasked-for knowledge and wisdom I just dropped back there if you have the eyes to see it and/or compassion, kindness, creativity and courage, along with the education, needed to find it and were high enough to bother to read all my rantings.

[trinikins]

Oooh this is so nice! Thanks for tagging me @feathersandfoxtails 💙

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope. My mom named me for the meaning of my name

2. When was the last time you cried?

The thursday before Christmas, because of the last two episodes of His Dark Materials. Panjava/Silverparry had me weeping

3. Do you have kids?

No and I don't intent to. The bloodline ends with me

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Kinda? I have a pretty sarcastic humor, I think, but it's only around friends/people I'm comfortable kidding with

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

That depends on what my eye focuses on first. Normally their clothes or hair

6. What's your eye color?

Brown! It's a bit on the lighter side and it's pretty golden when the sun hits them straight up (which hurts my eyes really bad, so doesn’t happpen a lot 😅)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Can't it be both? If I have to choose, probably happy endings. Sad endings make me sad

8. Any special talents?

Mmmmm I feel like maybe I can count drawing as my special talent? And maybe singing? I don't know, I have trouble pointing at something I do and saying oh yeah I can do that well

9. What are your hobbies?

Reading, drawing, singing, listening to music, dancing ballet, watching movies/series/youtubers. I'm a pretty indorsy person

10. Where were you born?

Brasil 💙💚💛

11. Have any pets?

Not anymore. But I had a couple dogs and a cat growing up. I'd love to have cats someday

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

I don't really like things that imediatly comes to peoples minds when saying sports, specially the ones in group. I do dance classical ballet, and have since I was 15-16 (which was 6 years ago this year, I feel so old now)

13. How tall are you?

160cm or 5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school?

Biology. I also was pretty fond of English and History before it became centered around politics

15. Dream job?

Retiring sounds só good right now. But wanted to work with paleonthology since I've always loved dinosaurs. Unfortunately, where I live doesn’t have a big culture in the area, and I don't wanna move cities and change my whole life. So now I want to work with bothany

Tagging @beecastle @sokkas-first-fangirl @marvelouswayward @a-froger-epic @ecle-c-tic @freddie-moments @akabendyfan @roger-s-maracas @ghosts-untold-tale @kenobis-husband @lady-ofmischief @silver-salmon15

15 questions

@oonajaeadira tagged me and I must do as she commands.

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. My first name was originally going to be my middle name but then my mother heard a nickname for it in the grocery store and hated it so thought of my first name instead. Which is great because I hate my middle name. Also both of my brothers have family names and I'm just like.... picked out of thin air.

2. When was the last time you cried?

My boyfriend makes me cry a lot by being the sweetest and I am not a crier.

3. Do you have kids?

No; the baby factory is closed.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not as much as I used to. I try to be as genuine as possible nowadays.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

I love looking at people's hair! Colors, textures, styles... I just find them all beautiful and interesting.

6. What’s your eye color?

I have a yellow ring around my pupil, a blue ring around the outside, and they mix together in the middle to make green.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies. Sometime happy endings make me mad if they're not earned.

8. Any special talents?

I'm a decent viola player, even though I am years out of practice. My super power is being able to learn new things quickly if I can watch someone else do it first.

9. What are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, learning languages, playing video games, baking, knitting, coloring, gardening, home improvement, swimming, buying clothes online.

10. Where were you born?

Minnesota!

11. Have any pets?

I have two beautiful black cats who are twins (littermates). Their birthday is almost here and they will be 7 years old. They are the best boys and the best brothers.

12. What sports do you play/have you played?

My older brother and father have always been really into sports and I wanted to be like them, so growing up I tried softball, tennis, and golf. I both sucked at and hated all of them. I feel like there were others as well that I can't think of. I did take swimming lessons as a kid, but once it got to learning actually strokes I peaced out, but now swimming is the only "sport" I actually enjoy.

I also took martial arts lessons for about ten years as an adult. It taught me a lot even outside of the physical skills.

13. How tall are you?

5'9"

14. Favorite subject in school?

I always loved English/Language Arts classes. As I got older, arts courses. My senior year of high school I took classes at the college for free and came back to my high school just for Orchestra and Theatre and it was the best.

15. Dream job?

Being retired. Seriously. I just want to not have to work and be able to travel and give time to my hobbies and interests and also do volunteer work.

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Tagging: @beecastle, @trinikins, @nissameta1782, @sunflowersturn, @serpentstyles

[vorrentis]

M Reader x Sana - Irresistible Love~

WARNING WARNING WARNING

WARNING WARNING WARNING

PLEASE READ!!!

This is gonna be an interesting smut fic.

This DOES contain NON-CON and it is INCEST.

So if you’re squeamish at the idea of it, please go past it or don’t read if you want.

I marked the non-con below, but don’t worry, it’s not non-con afterwards.

Sorry to anyone if this makes you uncomfortable, I plan on making a regular version of this soon.

Anyway...

WORDS: 17023

New updated smuts, even non-con smut as well, and story with grammar fixes and better flow.

Tags: NON-CON, INCEST, and just about everyone else lol

ENJOY

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Imagine your 10-year-old self was just playing with your dinosaur toys when suddenly your mom suddenly came back home...and introduced you to your new adopted sister. 

Of course you didn't understand at first, but later, but your parents told you that they adopted this girl because of issues with her parents. 

She had no where to go as you went towards her with your toy dinosaurs.

"Hi, I'm Sana."

"I'm (YN)."

"Cool toys." She pointed.

"Thanks, want to play?"

"Okay"

And just like that a new friendship was born. 

You and Sana have been living together since; growing up and school together, but one issue about her; Sana was incredibly shy.

She would hang out with you constantly and you didn't mind, but now in high school, you would have to help her make new friends and adjust to being able to live on her own. 

And thats what you did in your first three years, she was now comfortable with others, but going into your senior year...things made a drastic turn in your life.

Both eighteen  and you both had to move due to your parent's job to relocate, moving  to a new foreign state of (wherever you want) and transferred to the nearest high school. 

Of course being the 'new' kids was tough especially since it was your senior year, but you both had each other so it wasn't that bad.

During the first week of your new high school, Sana would still be around you, you however already made a couple of friends, but she would try to be with you. Since this was a new school, she was going back to her old ways.

Eventually you told her that she would need to make some friends eventually.

"What if they don't like me?” She asked as you smiled.

"Then do something to make them like you." You replied as Sana pondered about this and then seemed to got an idea. 

Little did you know, it was a big mistake for you.

And now, you were regretting those words.

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FOUR MONTHS LATER

You were currently sitting in your desk reading a book when you heard Sana's voice. She was talking to her next 'target'.

'Target' because everyone here knows that Sana...was now known as the girl to fuck if you needed to get some release out.

She did not care who it was, girl/guy, she would go on and say yes to almost every request. Sometimes she would even go up to people and without saying a word, they would just go with her somewhere to fuck.

You needed to be up to Sana's standards and that's not high, but it's still there. 

If you pleased her enough, you'll get her again. 

Of course she only said no to a handful of students, mostly the ones who seemed like they lasted a couple of seconds.

Oh and you...

I know, I know, you're her step brother, but lately...you just couldn't help it. Your damn hormones were rising up and while the girls were cute at school, none of them compared to the goddess of your sister.

 You wanted to get in on it...well get in her. 

It was the worse, not only does she seem to be teasing you here with her version of the school uniform.

A shirt that she ties up to show her bust size with a bit of cleavage showing, her skirt that somehow is a bit shorter than the average skirt to show off the legs and if your lucky to see, a bit of her perfect butt. You don't understand how teachers aren't seeing this.

Her looks alone could make you hypnotized, but then add in her assets and the way she shows them off. God help us.

Of course she was never around you during school anymore after the first week. She was there in classes, but during transitions, you overhead that she gives BJ's in the clean up closet. Before school, she already had a guy prepped for her. And even during lunch she was often gone to get her daily 'exercise'.

Now you wished that the person she was talking to was you. Before you didn't even know that Sana could be like this, but...

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FLASHBACK

“Where the hell is she?” 

Classes had ended a while back and you were sent to find Sana as your parents were waiting and you figured she was held up by her friends and started to search for her. 

You called her cell, but no reply, so you decided to check around the deserted school with very few students around.

After your search seemed worthless , you decided to check the roof as a last resort, that was her favorite spot when she had free time so maybe she was up there.

Luckily the door was open and you barely approached the roof door when you heard strange noises from behind the door. 

You peeped through the door opening and your eyes widened, because through the crack of the door…

“What the fuck…”

You were watching Sana on top of a guy, but the part that got you was that Sana was naked and clearly, she was having sex with the male as Sana was bouncing and riding the man for everything he was worth.

Her breasts were heaving up and down as Sana had her hands on the man’s chest, whom was still clothed except his pants were around his ankles.

Yet Sana’s clothing was all around her and him as her butt rode up and down with speed, both their eyes were shut so they couldn't see you and they were clearly  holding in their groans. 

The position they were in had a perfect view of the side of them, but more on Sana as your mouth gaped as you saw the unbelievable sight to you. 

Sana, your sister, was having sex! 

Just right here! 

The door wasn’t even locked so they clearly didn’t care if they were caught!

It was wrong. 

You shouldn't be spying on her. 

But you could only stare and watch in fascination as the bulge in your crotch was begging to be attended to, but you couldn't move nor figure out what you should do.

“Oh god, so good~” Sana moaned, but she didn’t yell it out as her head leaned back, her breasts now in full on view as you were hypnotized by her hardened nipples and clearly the guy was too as his hands went up to grab them.

"Sana...you feel so good...I'm gonna cum..." He told her as she lowered her head slightly to look down at him.

"Me too..." She replied back as he smiled at her. 

He smiled back at her and took his hands to grab her by the waist and slightly lift her ass up and then continued to pound inside her and focused mainly on his thrusts and release. 

"Ahhh...I'm cumming!" He then thrusted into her once more as Sana remained still and moaned as they were huffing.

You knew he came in her as your eyes widened!

After ten seconds Sana then hovered up from him, his penis now disengaged and flopped onto his chest as you saw plastic over his cock and Sana’s very damp vagina as she stood up.

“Damn now that was something...” Sana moved herself around and started to collect her clothing.

“It very much was~”

The male didn’t move as he looked at Sana.

“Got time for one more?” 

“Sorry, I really got to go, maybe tomorrow?” She asked as the guy nodded and Sana started to put her undergarments on the the guy pulled his pants up.

Seeing as how they were getting ready, you shook your head and left quickly towards the lobby.

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SEVEN MINUTES LATER

You were sitting in the lobby seats, images of Sana was dug into your mind.

You received a text from Sana saying sorry for not answering and asked if you can wait a bit more while you left the two and said that you could go to her, but she said that she’ll come to you instead and just wait in the lobby. 

Still dazed you replied with a yes and here were thinking...

'When I meant 'make them like you' I didn't actually mean doing that...that couldn't be Sana...it just couldn't...the Sana I know would never be like that...but it was her...and why did I 'felt' that way?' 

After about five minutes instead, Sana finally came down the lobby stairs to meet you in the lobby itself.

"(YN)! I’m sorry about the wait." She acted all cute like with her tone with her small smile, looking like nothing had happened to her. 

Hair was done and makeup was spot on.

"O-oh, it's okay." You said while standing but in your mind, you couldn't help but picture her clothes off.

As you both were walking towards the car to your parents, you couldn't help, but take sneak peeks at her. 

'Stop it (YN), that's your step-sister, you're family for fuck’s sake.'

"Are you okay (YN)?" She asked, clearly noticing your stares as you nodded..

'Shit.'

"Y-yeah, just, worried about you," She gave a look at you.

“Worried?” She asked as you nodded.

“You know, about school and such, it’s getting to a point of exams you know,” You clearly kept control as Sana giggled and then…

GRASP

She held onto you with one arm.

“Aww~ I’m happy that you care, but remember I have you to tutor me whenever I need it~” She winked at you as you gulped and nodded slowly, “but thank you (YN). You’re always caring for me~" She spoke sincerely.

"Uh, n-no problem." You replied while nearing the car of your dad's without another word spoken as Sana kept her hold on you.. 

'What have I done?' You asked yourself.

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FLASHBACK END

Of course, that was then, you thought maybe it was a secret new boyfriend, but the way she talked seemed like it was another case.

Four months since then, and you realized that it wasn’t a first.

Talks started to pop up about Sana and those rumors soon became nothing but reality. 

This is how it began, Sana took your advice and went up to make friends with the wrong crowd, at first it was a group of guys and one of them asked Sana out to which she said yes and well that date ended pretty happily for Sana as she went again and this time, she lost her virginity.

That excitement in bed had Sana thriving and while it didn’t last long between her and the guy, Sana started to see others and well, it got to her.

All the popularity she was getting, wrong reasons though, was making her feel out of this world and plus, she enjoyed having the sessions as it made her feel a whole sensation in her.

Though she didn’t go out with anyone after that first guy, she was still a popular girl that most men and women would talk about. 

She was indeed the fuck girl of the school. 

Of course, you didn't tell your parents, I mean what could you say.

Now here you are slightly agitated by her. 

You wanted to be with her and seeing her with others, just made you go insane with the lust for her as the bell rang for class to start and Sana would come in and sit, not without all eyes on her. 

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You were at home, your parents weren't at home due to midnight shifts at work, but they left dinner for you two to eat.

"Sana, dinner is ready." You yelled out.

"Coming~" She said as she was going down the stairs and of course if you thought the school uniform was hot, her at home was another thing.

Wearing shorts that made her legs visible and her butt better by the shape it hunged to her, a crop top that was tight on her that fully exploited her sexy body. 

Her 'comfortable' clothing as she calls them while ‘torture’ clothing as you called them.

Living with her was a blessing and a curse. She was almost daring you to watch her.

You looked away at the sight, any more of that, and your cock was going to be noticed by her as she sat down.

“Hmm~ Looks good (YN)~ Arigato~” She gave you a smile as you turned to her, nodded, and looked away. 

Both ate quietly, just the cling clang of forks and knives as you kept looking at her, texting, and kept silently laughing at something…that caused you to be irate.

'Probably a new boy toy.' 

You thought as anger began to rise in you as you ate with newfound feelings. 

Dinner was done with as Sana put her utensils on her plate, yawning as she rose her arms up, her breasts going up with her as you stared at them for a second before looking down at your food as Sana lowered herself.

"Now that was good~”

“You want seconds?” You asked as Sana shook her head.

“Nah, I’m good, but thank you. I think I'm going to take a nap. I'm really tired from school today." Sana craned her neck as you sighed.

'I bet you are…' 

"No worries, I'll clean up." You said as Sana smiled and rose from her seat to go around and…

GRASP

"Thanks (YN), you're the best~" 

However, the height difference of you sitting and her standing, your head was pushed against her breasts as you felt her body pressing onto you.

‘She’s killing me…’

“Good night (YN)~”

And with that, she went up the stairs as you watched her butt jiggle with each motion.

..

..

You sat there frustrated. 

You couldn't take it anymore, with all the gossip about how good she is and her wearing clothing like this in your home almost every day and jerking yourself off wasn’t doing any good as you wanted more.

‘Why should she sleep with every person she meets but me!?’

You glared while your fist curled.

“Fuck this, I’m gonna show you that I can be the best Sana…" You mumbled as you cleaned the table up.

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After about an hour, you decided to go for it. 

It was currently around 9 PM.

Your parents informed you that they won't be home till maybe midnight due to an overload in some shipments.

 'Perfect'

You then went out of your room and sneaked into Sana's room, changed into loose clothing and no boxers on so you can quickly release your companion as you silently opened Sana's door and looked through the crack. 

You were in luck, she was sleeping and you were even luckier and now hornier. 

She was sleeping in her undergarments as well.

You tiptoed over to her knowing that she was a heavy sleeper since you had to wake her up most of the time to get her up, but you still had to be careful. 

You stood over her taking in her beauty, snoring softly and peacefully and legs spread as well.

And then at her body. 

There was literally nothing covering it all as she wore a matching set of lacey pink fabric that hugged her body well.

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The sight itself caused you to have more lust and you lowered a hand at her lower attire and carefully slide them to the right.

There it was, her pussy: shaven and slightly wet. 

Either she was having a wet dream or she played with herself before dozing off, either way, it was lubed and presented for you as you pulled down your shorts with your other hand to have your hardened cock out.

Sana being in this position also made it easy for you to figure a position out as you squalled down and held your cock next to her pussy and started to slowly slide in. 

“Oh god…”

The pleasure was too much for you as you mumbled your lust out. 

'How the hell can she be this tight?!' You thought.

 It took all your might to not moan out loud as Sana also let a slight moan, she was indeed likely having a wet dream now. 

You slid yourself in slowly and-

"Hmm-Wha-(YN)!? WHAT THE HELL-MMPHH!" You covered her mouth with your right hand.

She tried to push you away, but you were far stronger than her as Sana clamped her hands on your arms and face too, but it didn’t matter.

Then just like that something change in you. 

You didn't care about anything right then and there.

“I’m tired of letting others do what I want Sana, now, it’s my turn~” You uttered as Sana stopped moving for brief seconds before she continued struggling as you pushed her back towards the bed, laying her down on it as you straddled her hips and it made a new wave of anger noises from Sana and her muffled protests got louder.

You however just ignored her pleas and spread her legs forcefully to get a good look at her pussy and started rubbing above her opening, looking for her little pleasure bud. 

Once you had found her clit as shown by the involuntary bucking of her hips, you applied more and more pressure to it, forcing her towards a sensation that Sana did not want to experience. 

But she was panting, trying to resist giving in to the tightening coil in her loins but she couldn't help unraveling when you pressed hard on her clit. 

She was one to masturbate and have sexual cravings regularly but this really hit her with its intensity, making her almost forget where and with whom she was right now, it was so go-

“Hmph!”

You began pushing into her. 

Your cockhead stretched her opening as you forcefully pressed into her. 

Sana was protesting against the hand over her mouth at the intrusion and the feeling of being stretched so much, and yet only the head of you was actually inside her yet. 

All of her thoughts came to a halt as you began thrusting at a slow rhythm, trying to embed more and more of your cock in her with every thrust. 

Sana felt so tiny underneath you, her small frame dwarfed by you and you loved the feeling of your cock stretching her insides. 

But as much as you wanted to savor that feeling, your lust couldn’t hold itself any longer.

“Hmmh!”

Sana groaned as you pushed your cock back into her pussy and began really fucking her with quick, hard thrusts that sent her tits bouncing and had her gasping in pain every time your thick cockhead would forcefully push against her cervix.

You loved watching your cock stretching her pussy to the limits every time you pushed it into her. 

This was way better to you than fucking your hand, and your sweet sister felt like heaven as you pounded into Sana. 

You were close to cumming, but wanted to feel her pussy clenching around you in orgasm as you came, so you reached your other hands down around her to rub her clit.

Sana, while her progress of thought was nulled, trying to escape your clutch, felt weakened and hated that it actually started to feel good when you rubbed her clit. 

The pain stood bearable now and pleasurable feelings were mixing in with the typhoon of emotions she was having, her mind urged to fight back but her body was arguing with this notion.

She still hated how you, her brother, were forcing her into this so much, but her body still responded to your ministrations the same as if this had been a voluntary experience.

She screamed, loud even through the hand on her mouth as she came in a haze of pleasure and pain. 

On one hand, Sana was disgusted and violated, yet the fact of the matter was that you were starting to make her very soaked no matter how much she tried to ignore it. 

She was thoroughly by this reaction of her body, but ultimately her pussy clamped down around your cock pushing you into your release too. 

“Fucking hell!”

You held yourself deep inside her as you shot jet after jet of hot cum right against the entrance to her womb, grunting and groaning in pleasure all the while… 

“Hmph! Hpmph!”

Naturally, Sana’s body reacted to your hot cum shooting inside her by drawing out her orgasm, pulling the cum deeper inside her every time her pussy contracted, leaving her in a blissful state of pleasure for almost a minute.

Once she came down from her high, Sana started feeling the aftermath of what had happened. 

She felt a weird warmth inside her where your cum was still lodged deeply by your now flaccid cock, only a small amount dripping out…and then she felt your hand move from her mouth.

“G-get out…” She uttered as you looked at her.

THUMP

Sana kicked you right above your pelvic area with her leg that was free from your grasp. 

Her force was strong but you merely rubbed the area where she kicked. 

"Get out! Now!" She yelled, pointing at the door.

You then ran out of her room and into yours, quickly locking the door and pressing your back to the wooden panel, processing everything that happen. 

Seeing the look on her face...speaking of…

Sana laid on her bed, shocked and in disbelief about what happened. 

You, her own brother, just fucked her…no, you forced yourself onto her. She was lucky she was already under the affects of birth control pills as she felt your jizz empty out of her.

Why?...why would you-

“I’m tired of letting others do what I want Sana, now, it’s my turn~”

It’s no secret that everyone knows about her in school, but she didn’t think you-

Sana stared at the roof of her room, still feeling the after-sex emotions. 

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THREE DAYS LATER

It's been three hard days for you and Sana. You both hadn't said a word nor even made eye contact with each other for more than seconds since that night.

You felt guilty, horrible, shame, or any negative that comes to your mind. 

You honestly had no idea what got over you that night.

It wasn't 'you' that was doing that to Sana, but like some other person, but that's no excuse. You wanted to talk to Sana, you really did, but you didn't have the courage to do so and she would avoid you as well.

Sana was just upright silent at you. 

She didn't want to have to do anything with you and distracted herself from you by doing what she was best at; getting with the best of the people in school that she knew of.

Unfortunately, nothing was working. 

Nothing was keeping you out of her mind.

And it was making things worse for her as she just finished a session with a woman this time.

Right now, she was on the floor of the backyard shed where they kept outdoor equipment. 

It was never locked so she came here wherever she wanted to after school when they didn't need the equipment which seemed like never, just as long as she cleaned up after.

The girl next to her was sweating hard while Sana looked like she hadn't even broken a sweat yet.

"Damn, you really were horny…my cunt is just numb…" She said while catching her breath. 

"Ehh…" Sana shrugged as the girl glanced at her.

"Ehh?” Confusion darted towards Sana and she turned her head, uninterested.

"As I said ‘ehh’. You can go now.” The girl sat up while shrugging.

"Alright, but if you need me again, just say so~" She winked at Sana  and put her clothes back on before cleaning herself with a towel the shed had and left Sana, still lying on the floor and in her thoughts as she grabbed her forehead with a hand.

'What's wrong with me...not even girls can make me stop!? Argh! Stop thinking about (YN)!' She thought to herself angrily. 

Nothing was working, each person she was with, her mind only reminded her of you. 

Especially the guys.

Whenever she looked at one who she was having sex with, she saw you in place. 

So much so that she almost mumbled your name on several occasions.

Sana lay there thinking, thought and thought, day after day about how to break this curse of you. 

“What can I do?! It’s not like I can just ask someone about this…” She groaned while closing her eyes.

.

.

.

She lay there until she came to a realization. 

A conclusion that she would never have thought of.

"Unless…c-can it be that I actually want...to have sex with (YN)?" She silently said to herself, now sitting up hearing her phone dinged. 

It was her mom asking where she was. 

Sana texted back saying she had to stay behind and learn more about something she didn't understand, but that she was on her way.

After that Sana cleaned herself up and left home.

The final thought of actually wanting sex with you dominate her mind. 

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It was 9:32 PM

Sana was lying on her bed, still thinking about you and about that night. 

Even though she was trying her best to forget about it the past few days, she still had the idea of wanting you and just embraced the memory. 

Now the more she thought about it, the more she had a different view about it. 

It was wrong, really wrong, but Sana thought that you felt...different.

Different from all the others she's been with. 

Maybe it was since you were her step-brother...but no...it wasn't.

She remembered the way you looked. 

Powerful, intense, assertive; almost animal-like. 

Like you were on a mission and nothing was going to stop you with the way you looked at her with those intense eyes.

It almost turned her on, now that she was visioning it.

Your tone of voice when you told her that it was your turn, bottomless and alarming. She wouldn't be lying if she said that she got slightly wet from hearing you, but she would never admit that.

Then the fucking...my god the fucking, true you weren’t as buff as other guys, but something about you was...well she didn't know how to describe it. 

It was that exemplary.

Ding 

Sana's phone lit up. She picked it up and saw a text from her mom.

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Sana, your father and I are going to be working late again. 

Please tell your brother. He's not picking up his cell. 

Thanks and love you.

Ok, I will, be safe and love you too

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After setting her phone down, Sana went back to her thoughts again. 

The more she thought, the more she came to that same conclusion back at the shed. 

Now she’s convinced of herself.

'It can't be...can it? I mean it's crazy...right?' She internally debated herself. 

She then sighed and sat up on her bed. 

'If this whole thing started with him, then I'm sure it has to end with him. But what am I going to say?' 

About 10 mins later, she was satisfied with what she was going to say to you, now standing up from her bed and heading straight to her brother’s room.

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You were sitting at your desk in your room attempting to do homework. 

Key word: attempting.

Your mind was drifting to Sana every second. 

For the past days, you've been thinking of what to say...but what can you say?

Apologize for forcing yourself onto her? How does one even start with that?

You placed your head on your hands as you rubbed your temple. 

The only good thing about this is that Sana hasn’t told mom or dad, but she hasn’t said a word to you since as well as keeping up her reputation at school.

“God what I have done…”

You ruined this fam-

KNOCK KNOCK

You looked up at the door. 

“Yeah?” Thinking it was mom or da-

SWING

The door opened and Sana came inside the room as your body froze.

"S-Sana?" You stuttered as Sana closed the door behind.

"No, don't say another word unless I ask you something." She said as you were about to say- "If I hear a single word from you besides that, I'm leaving. Understand?" 

You nodded while Sana walked closer, looking at the desk to see your homework, then back at you.

"Okay (YN), I hope you know that what you did to me was wrong. VERY wrong. Not only are we family, but you…you forced yourself onto me…" you nodded slowly, “why?”

You looked dow-

“No, you look into my eyes.” She declared as you turned your sight to her’s deeming for an answer.

“Because…because hearing all the other students talk about you I-it made me think so too…”

“So you were frustrated and pent up?”

You nodded.

“And you think fucking me while I was asleep was the best idea?!”

“...”

“For fuck sakes (YN)...buy a god damn toy or something?! Or the very least talk to me about it?!”

“...sorry.”

Sana sighed.

“Well sorry doesn’t mean shit. Especially for what you did.”

“...”

“...you want to make up for it?” She asked suddenly as you nodded fast.

“Y-yes! Anything you need Sana, I’ll do it!” You begged as Sana grinned.

“Well, here’s the thing. Since then, I’ve been trying to fuck my way out of thinking about what you did, but guess what? Nothing works,” you remained still, “and  since I can't take that night out of my head and I tried my hardest to do so, believe me...but...the more I kept thinking about that, the more I realized something” she took a breath, “I want to have sex with you again." 

.

.

“...what?”

"I know it's crazy and I know I just said that we're family and all, but...the more I think about it, the more I keep thinking about you, and it's driving me crazy to a point that it’s making me delusional and…sigh, I know it's fucking crazy, but somehow, you keep appearing in my mind."

You gulped.

“So I thought and…oh god damn it (YN), do you want to fuck again or not?!” She asked crossing her arms under her breasts as you gulped many times that you went dry in your mouth.

You didn't know what to even think. 

Was she pranking you? 

Was she filming this to blackmail you? 

What’s going on in her damn mind? 

Especially after that night?!

"Hurry up," She tapped her fingers as your conscious is telling you not to do it, to stay the hell away from any of that subject from Sana...but fuck that. 

You nodded slowly and Sana smirked. 

"Well brother~" she declared in a seducing tone, "I hope you didn't plan on getting any homework done~" leaning forward next to your ear, "and if you ever force yourself to me again, these," you groaned as Sana pressed her hand hard against your manhood to a point of pain rather than pleasure “will be gone for good, are we clear?”

“Y-yes,” You muttered as Sana gave a chuckle.

“Good, now come here~”

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You then felt your sister's soft hands on your jaw and turned your head towards her, looking up and your eyes widened as she leaned down and placed her warm and soft lips on you.

You were shocked once again. 

The feeling of Sana’s lips on your felt amazing as she moaned against your lips, which only heightened the pleasure of your first kiss. 

You didn't know what to do so you stayed still, feeling her hand rub against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine.

Sana slowly lowered you down to the bed during the kiss as you felt your back hit against the soft bed, but your attention was solely on the kiss. 

You stayed motionless as you were uncertain about what you were supposed to do. 

This felt exhilarating for you. 

You could feel her pressing her lips further to you and at that moment, you felt her breasts press up against you as your body twitched at the soft feeling of her large breasts against you. 

You groaned when you felt a bulge in your pants grow. 

It felt incredibly tight in your pants as your penis twitched against the fabric of your boxers with Sana eventually pulled away from the kiss, and a trail of saliva between their lips formed, as she stared down at you. 

Sana slightly giggled at your facial expression of pure euphoria from just a kiss. 

She rubbed her hand against your cheek and then kissed you again, moaning and trailing her hand down your body until it reached the bulge in your pants. 

You arched your back slightly as your sister's touch made you suddenly feel elated with her starting to rub the bulge and you could only groan into her lips.

She broke the kiss once again and licked her lips while rubbing your bulge continuously causing you to clench the bed covers tightly with your hands. 

She giggled at your reactions and moved her hand a bit faster and leaned down to kiss you on the neck. Sana nibbled on your neck slightly and sucked on your skin, leaving a reddish hickey spot on him. 

All you could do is moan in satisfaction as you were dealing with emotions that you couldn't believe. 

You became so distracted by the pleasure that you were unaware that your sister was moving down your body and then crouched down in between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Licking her lips seductively, she took a hold of your pants and dragged them down to your ankles with your boxers going along with them. 

Your erection popped up from its confinement as it stood stiff and erect in front of her. 

You felt a cold breeze in your lower body and lifted your head up to see what happened as your eyes widened as you saw your sister staring at your penis.

‘So this is what’s making me think so much? Damn, he’s actually packing, not the biggest, but it’s up there.’

"You're pretty big (YN) I’ll give you that, bigger than most." You heard Sana say as she suddenly grabbed a hold of your erection with one of her hands. 

The moment her hand touched it, your mind went blank as you were overcome with a new level of pleasure that you imagined for months now.

“So this is what you wanted me to do for some time now~” She asked while stroking you a bit as you nodded, “how long~” 

“F-four months…”

“Four months huh? Well, guess I don’t blame you that much for being pent up, but don’t worry~ cause now, all your fantasies will come true~”

Her warm and soft hand felt incredible against your skin as you could only moan in delight. 

Sana giggled at your reaction and began to move her hand, stroking your erection slowly, allowing you to get used to the amazing feeling you felt for the first time. 

You groaned again, gritting your teeth and clenching the sheets. 

"Aaaahhh...Sana...this feels amazing..." You told her as she smiled and moved her hand faster. 

She saw you squirm along with her movements and it made her grin at your erection as if she found a new and exciting toy to play and ravage with. 

The only thing it needed, was something she could easily fix. 

She reached to the top of your erection and slowly started to peel your foreskin down your mushroom-shaped bulb. 

You winced softly, feeling a little pain from her doing so, but she was able to do it without real problems. She moaned when she stared at her brother's tip. 

She had a look that showed how much she wanted to lick it. 

So, she did.

Her desire and lust were increased as she leaned closer and started flicking her tongue against your cock.

She licked around your bulb, placing her lips against it and tasting her own brother's penis for the first time. 

She lightly sucked on the glands while using one of her hands to lightly stroke your length as you felt like you were no longer in the room, but floating on a soft cloud, floating in the sky. 

The warmth feeling of Sana’s tongue on your penis was from a different world, a world filled with pleasure and good sensations. 

A world you never wanted to leave. 

It was pure ecstasy. 

Her wet tongue and soft lips only intensified your pleasure. 

You couldn't believe how good this felt and Sana’s sexual desires were growing with every second and the thought of your cock only heightened them. 

She flicked her tongue continuously around your bulb and began tasting your bitter pre-cum. 

However, she loved the taste and showed it by going to the very tip and flicking her tongue against it as you moaned and groaned when she did this. 

"Are you ready, (YN)?" she asked him, but you were too caught up with your own excitement that you didn't hear her. 

She took this as a sign to go on and started taking your penis into her mouth. 

Your eyes opened wide and your back arched higher as you felt your sister's warm mouth envelope your penis as she continued going down on you until she was able to fit your entire length inside.

"Ahhh! What the...this feels amazing!" You screamed in pure delight as your sister's warm mouth over your penis shook your very core. 

It only got better when she started moving upwards, all the way to the tip and then back down. 

You clenched the sheets as tightly as you could as your sister gave you your first-ever blowjob. 

She continued to bob her head, moving at a decent speed and pace, making sure her brother didn't release so quickly. She wanted to keep doing this as long as possible.

You on the other hand were so consumed by the pleasure you weren’t aware of anything going on. 

Your own sister was bobbing her head on your penis. 

You couldn't describe the sensation. 

It just felt so damn good that you didn't know if you could live without it and Sana…

'Why...why does this feel so much better than any other guy?' Sana thought, loving the taste of your penis. 

You were not as big or had the same girth as a few, but it felt way better. 

She didn't understand it. 

Maybe it was the erotic mind of doing it with her brother? 

The incest thoughts that made her hornier than usual?

Or the way you were that night that made her moister than anything?

However, she didn't question it for long as she continued to slurp on your erection, roaming her hands across your thighs. She then felt your penis throb inside her mouth and knew what was coming. 

“Cum (YN)...give me all of it…” She bobbed faster.

"Ahhh! Sana...not so fast...ah...I-I’m coming!" You screamed as the pressure was building up to its breaking point and tightly held onto the covers as you were at your breaking point. 

"AHHHH! Sana!" You arched your back and thrust upward, releasing your orgasm into her waiting mouth. 

Sana moaned as she felt streams of your hot and sticky cum shoot into her mouth and took in everything you sprayed inside her, not missing a single drop. 

She held her head in place as she waited for your orgasm to die down.

For you, this orgasm was ten times better than any time you had, especially three days ago. 

It was just incredible how much of a difference it was. 

Her warm mouth seemed to be the cause of it and you loved it as you slowly laid your back down on the covers as your orgasm died down with one last spurt of your semen entering Sana's mouth. 

She moaned and moved her head up and down slowly to clean you up. 

Once she got everything, she removed your penis from her mouth with a pop and backed away from it. 

She swallowed the remaining semen in her mouth and smiled, seeing your erection up and ready for more.

"Hmm, shame, you came quick (YN).”

“S-sorry, I just…it’s my first so…”

“Oh really~ answer me this (YN)~ you’ve ever masturbated to me?” She asked as you nodded slowly. 

What? Sana, your sister, just gave you a blowjob, no point in hiding anything at this point.

“Hehe~ ah (YN), this is gonna be fun~ And at least you got stamina cause you’re still hard as hell, which is what I can’ say for most, don’t be as quick again.” She demanded as you opened your eyes, no longer in the state of euphoria you was in as she crawled on top of you until she met you face to face and lowered herself and kissed you on the lips, moaning into your mouth. 

You, who was still at your high point, closed your eyes and pushed yourself forward a bit, trying your best to kiss back.

Sana made a soft noise in surprise as she opened her eyes slightly to look at you and smiled and kissed her brother back, pressing her chest down onto you, rubbing herself on your cock, stimulating you for the next round. 

She forced you to open your lips and she quickly entered inside and roamed her tongue around the inside of your mouth and ended with a dance between each other’s tongues. 

You both moaned continuing their passionate make-out session with love only they could feel.

Sana pulled away and stared down at you with a warm smirk as she completely dominated you. 

You opened your eyes and stared up at your sister, calming from your racing heartbeat from the intense kiss they shared. 

She smiled at you and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and grabbed one of your hands and led them straight to her breast. 

Your eyes widened at the softness of her large breasts. You may not be having direct contact with them right now, but they still felt incredible to touch.

"W-Wow..." You muttered in awe. 

“You don’t think I noticed you catching glimpses at me from time to time?” She said as you looked at her, “you’re a naughty boy (YN)~ I see why now~”

“...”

“Go ahead, do whatever you want~”

Sana smiled at you as she clenched your hand and started moving your hand. 

Your ears twitched at the angelic sound she made, the same one that you loved. You felt proud to be the one who made her moan like that and not someone else. 

How you wanted to hear it again.

"That’s it, keep doing it~" You started moving your hand on your own, your body responding to your excitement and gave her breast a squeeze, making her moan again. 

How much you loved that sound. 

You continued kneading and squeezing her breast, stimulating her body in ways that she loved. 

Sana bit her bottom lip, as she desperately wanted to feel your hands against her actual flesh, taking your hand and removed it from her breast. 

You frowned in disappointment as she smiled at you. 

"Hold on..." She told you and straddled your waist, your erection rubbing against her pelvis and lower abdomen. 

She grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. 

You could only look in complete awe as she removed the fabric with one fluid motion making her breasts bounce. 

You felt your cheeks get red as you couldn't help but stare at her white bra-covered breasts.

She tossed her shirt to the floor and then reached behind her to unclasp her bra and tossed it to the floor as well and revealed her large mounds to you. 

You were at a loss for words. 

You have never seen something so beautiful, so sexy, and just so amazing looking. Her pale skin and her pink perky nipples looked beautiful. 

Your sister's breasts looked incredible in the light and that was more than enough for you to latch onto one of her breasts and grabbed the other with a hand. 

Sana squealed as she felt you begin to suck on her boob, flicking your tongue against her nipple like a hungry carnivore. 

Your hand squeezed and kneaded her other breast, stimulating her twice as much as with your previous contact. 

"Ahhh that's it (YN)~ it feels so good~" She screamed in delight as you smirked. 

You pinched her nipple in between your fingers and pulled them softly to pleasure her more and did the same with the other, except you nibbled on her perky nipple while keeping your mouth latched over on your favorite part of your sister.

Sana squirmed on your waist, loving everything her brother was doing to her body. It was completely different than any person doing it and she was glad she decided to do this. 

She loved your warm mouth against her breast to the point she was disappointed when you let go, only to switch breasts. 

This made her elated and consumed by lust.

She wanted more though. 

As you continued to attack her breasts, she used her hands to slip off her clothes and then her white panties, leaving her completely nude in front of you. 

She rubbed her cunt, feeling how wet and hot it felt, showing how much she needed a dick inside her. 

You felt something wet against your penis, prompting you to let go of her breasts and looked down to see your sister now completely naked above you. 

You felt your entire face get red.

"W-when did you..." You muttered as she giggled took her hand and rubbed her hand up and down your erection.

"Alright, I think I’m wet enough for the main event~" You gulped as you looked at her lust-filled eyes. 

You were about to have sex with your sister once more and it sent chills down your spine and a feeling of excitement. 

There was also nervousness too, but you did your best to hold that emotion back as Sana took hold of your cock and aligned it with her opening.

Your eyes widened as far as they could go as you felt her hot and wet insides immediately clamp around your penis, making you feel the pleasure. 

Sana moaned as she took your entire length inside her. 

Your penis wasn't as big, it didn't fully reach her cervix, but that didn't matter to her. 

In fact, your penis just felt so different, so much more amazing than any penis she ever had inside her. 

She didn't know why this was the case, but she didn't question it and just enjoyed the pleasure it gave her.

Your mind was gone as the pleasure of being inside your sister was all you cared about. It felt incredible to be inside her. 

The tight walls that surrounded your erection, plus the heat and wetness of her vagina, was an experience that you could die from. 

It was just that good as you gripped her thighs tightly as the tightness of her walls was making your release come sooner than you wanted. 

However, you couldn't help it. 

You just lost your virginity and you were happy that it was your sister who took it from you…what an odd saying now thinking- 

"W-Wow Sana...this feels amazing...you feel so good..."

"Heh I haven’t even moved (YN), you really are a virgin."

“Sa-oh…”

She didn't give you the chance to say anything as she leaned down to you and placed her soft lips on your mouth again. 

You moaned as you kissed back, moving your tongue with hers. 

Her breasts pressed against your chest as she roamed her hands under your shirt and up your body. Her touch was spine-tingling as your penis contracted inside her. 

She moaned when she felt it stiffen and smiled into the kiss. 

She pulled away and straddle your waist again. 

“Hope you’re ready~" 

She asked you and you nodded.

Smiling, she placed her hands on your chest and then lifted her hips and began riding you at a slow pace. 

You curled your toes in satisfaction as you watched Sana bounce up and down on your cock. 

Her breasts bounced along with her movements, hypnotizing you and making you love her mounds all over again. 

You licked your lips and raised your hands to grab both of her breasts. 

She moaned when you made contact, squeezing, pull,ing and kneading her breasts, earning an angelic sound from her mouth.

You loved that sound.

Sana felt like she was in heaven. 

Your cock felt great inside her. 

Having sex with her own brother was compelling enough, but this, this was worth the risk.

She moved her hands from your chest and towards the covers next to your head as she focused more on her movements. 

She sped up and the sounds of their flesh smacking echoed throughout the room, mixed along with their moans. 

You leaned up and took one of her breasts into your mouth again, sucking on her teat like before and kneaded her other breast in your hand and began thrusting upward, matching her bounces and joining her in their forbidden lovemaking.

Sana moaned your name continuously, her eyes filled with nothing but lust for her brother. You removed your mouth from her breast with a pop and kneaded them in circles, squishing her breasts against each other.

"Sana...this feels incredible...oh..." You moaned as you felt another orgasm approach.

"Ah~ (YN)...oh this is wonderful~...I'm gonna cum..." She screamed, rolling her head back in pleasure.

"Me too...ahhh...I’m not protect-" 

“I am, just cum inside me!” Sana instructed as you grabbed her waist and held on to her tightly. 

Both sister and brother felt their orgasms approach quickly as she bounced faster on you and you thrust fast into her and looked down at you and placed a hand on your cheek. 

She leaned down and kissed you as they made out while in the middle of their intercourse, but pulled away quick and screamed as she felt her orgasm reaching its boiling point. 

"Ahhh...I'm cumming...I'm cumming (YN)..."

"Me too...me too Sana!" You tightened your hands on her waist. 

The bed creaked with every one of their quick-paced movements as their simultaneous orgasms were about to erupt. 

"I'm cumming! Sana!" You let out a final scream as you released and came inside your sister again.

"(YN)!" She screamed your name as well, her walls tightening around your cock and forcing you to release your semen into her waiting womb. 

The two stayed still as they rode their orgasms. 

Jet streams of your hot and thick seed filled her up again, giving her a pleasure that she couldn't describe in words.

Both of you panted as their orgasms died down. 

Your groin was covered in her vaginal secretion and semen that leaked out of her opening as her body glowed in the lightly dimmed room. 

The sweat that covered her body glistened against the light, making her look absolutely stunning to you. 

It was like a work of art that you exclusively wanted for yourself.

She was like a goddess in your eyes as she looked down at you and smiled, leaning down and kissed you. 

It was quick but felt just as good. 

"Sana...that was amazing..." You said as she caressed your cheek.

"It was incredible (YN), but now…now since you’ve done such a wonderful job~ I’ll let you pick the next position~" She grinned while  staring at you. 

And again, something changed inside you. 

All that questioning you had of this was now gone.

You then smirked and stared back.

“Doggy?” You asked as Sana grinned and Sana got on her arms and legs as you stood up behind her.

Her ass was on display and couldn't help, but slap a cheek hard as Sana moaned at your roughness, but…

“I didn’t say slap me! I said fuck me!" She ordered as she stretched her pussy walls with her hand herself to invite you in.

You positioned your cock in her and grabbed onto her hips and slowly pushed in as both moaned yet again as you started to go in and out of her in a pace, but you really wanted to please her so you drastically  increased your speed as Sana took your cock.

"Oh god...(YN)! (YN)! (YN)!...keep going!"

Your groin was connecting to her ass every time you thrusted in her and Sana could only hold onto the sheets of the bed and moan loudly as she was getting pounded rapidly. 

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes...just like that. Oh god..." 

It was indeed like last time.

This was it. 

This was what Sana was missing and craving for.

Who cares if your siblings, no one needed to know.

This was way better than any of the other students and she didn't know why and didn't care. 

All she cared about was you and her.

After about a couple of minutes of raw fucking, Sana…

“Oh god (YN)! I’m gonna cum!”

“So am I!” With that, you grabbed onto Sana’s hips and really drilled into her.

“Ah (YN)! Ooh my fucking god!” Sana gripped the sheets as you groaned without any words and then…

“Hmph!” With one thrust you released another wave of semen into your sister’s pussy and Sana lumped on the bed as she felt your essence dripping out of her love hole.

“Ah~...oh god…Mmmm...so good~" She said as you released your deflated penis, all slobbed with her juices and laid down on the bed next to her, both heavily breathing and sweating like you both ran a marathon, "that...was amazing~" Sana hushed as you nodded.

"Yeah it was," you replied. "so…what uh…is this a…?”

“Just say it (YN).”

“A one time thing?" You said as Sana chuckled and patted your chest.

"Hmm...well, I don't know, it was-”

“(YN)! Sana! I’m back!” Your dad’s voice echoed as both of you were alerted. 

"Shit!" “Crap!”  Both said while getting up, adrenaline surging you both as you two quickly dressed back up and hid anything to remove any evidence of the sin both committed on the bed as Sana stated that they’ll be down in a minute as your dad said it was fine while he was getting a drink.

Before going out, you stopped Sana.

"What?"

"We need to talk about this...about us."

"We will, but later."

You nodded as the both of you walked out together and down the stairs.

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TIMESKIP

ONE WEEK LATER

Well, it's been a week since that night and still, you both haven't talked yet.

You were impatient about it, but you wanted to give Sana time to think about this, after all that you two did was different.

You can tell that she was thinking about this during her time. She wasn't really the same since that night as she was quiet again and she seemed to be going back to her old self again.

Even though you both live under the same roof and same classes, you both barely said words to one another as you were at your locker with 7th period was about to start, but something was weird today. In fact the past week. 

Sana actually dressed appropriately. 

No tied-up shirt or a low skirt, but the way the school clothing should be.

And she seemed more upbeat. 

You are glad, don't get yourself wrong, but it was strange. Last week she wasn't herself and now-

"Hey (YN)." You looked to see Sana walking toward you. She was still clothed in the way it should be and not her version.

"What's up Sana."

"So I was wonderi-"

"Hey, Sana." Someone from behind her spoke up. 

You both turned to see some guy walking towards the both of you.

Most likely one of Sana's 'friends'.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

"Actually, yeah you can. Mind staying with me some guys after school~" He said leaning against the lockers, "we're hosting a small get-together after our win last night and wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"No, I'm good," Sana answered.

"What?"

"I said I'm good." Sana repeated as you rose a brow and smiled at her as Sana smiled back at you.

"So I was wondering-"

"Hey!" The guy yelled as he grabbed her wrist which made Sana panic, "you can't blow me off like that!"  

You then went in between and grabbed his wrist.

"Let her go!" The guy wasn't that big; he was similar to your height.

He looked right into your eyes.

"And who are you asshole."

"Her brother. Now I won't say it again. Let. Her. Go."

The guy glared at you and let go of Sana...only to shove you hard. You took a couple of steps back. By now a crowd was starting to form around you three.

"Hey, you can't push him like that!" Sana yelled at him.

"Like a give a damn and you still haven't answered me."

"I said no!" Sana yelled and then came to your side and held your hand, "come on (YN), let's go." She said as you both walked away.

Unfortunately...

"That's a first. The fucking slut said no." The guy yelled out causing everyone to look at Sana as you looked at her and her face said it all: Hurt, embarrassed and sadden.

You let go of Sana's hand and turned towards the guy and walked to him.

"What? You going to d-" 

THUMP

But he was cut short when you punched his face and grabbed his shirt, roughly pushing him into the lockers and brought your arm up and tried to punch-

THUMP

“Hmph!”

He kneed you in the stomach in return as you hissed and he turned the two of you around so that your back was against the lockers now as you guarded and tried to retaliate.

The crowd of students was shouting words, some recording and some calling for help as Sana stood there petrified, legs frozen as she didn't know what to do.

The guy then went for a punch, but you used an arm to block it, then out of nowhere...

SLAM

You head-butted the student hard, right on his nose, stumbling back, holding onto his nose as you rubbed your forehead. 

“So much easier in the movies…” You complained as the guy dropped his hand and saw blood as it poured out of his nose.

"You little shit!" He yelled as he lunged-

"ENOUGH!!!" A loud voice came through the pack of the students watching as the principal came through, "Both of you in my office! Now! Everyone get to class!" He yelled out while getting near you both and grabbing your arms.

You two were forced to follow him as…

“(YN)!?” Sana came quickly to you and hugged you as you hugged back.

"Everything will be fine. Don't worry. Just get to class alright." You whispered into her ear and let go of her as she nodded slowly, her eyes glossy as you smiled at her, “I’ll be fine Sana, don’t worry,” Sana nodded once more as you followed the principal.

She looked back to see your back slowly growing smaller as you left while Sana remained rooted, a single tear falling as she couldn’t hold her emotions.

“(YN)...I’m sorry…”

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You were in your room after you came home early from school.

Yeah, you got suspended. 

Your parents came to pick you up and they gave you a stern argument in the car ride home as you told them that the guy was messing with Sana and while they were still mad, they thanked you for protecting your sister but said that the fight was unnecessary. 

Now you were on your phone on your bed passing the time until...

THUMP

The door was crashed open as Sana appeared in her uniform.

"(YN)!" 

She ran and jumped on top of you as you held her back.

Her head in the crook of your neck as she held onto you with you patting her back for a few seconds before she then pushed herself off and letting you sit up.

"A-are you okay?" She asked with concern as you nodded.

"Sana I told you I’ll be fine. Just got suspended for a week." Sana released a breath of stress out.

"Thank god. I was scared that you got expelled."

"They were lenient on me since other students came up to tell the story of how I was just protecting you. Not sure about the other guy." Sana sighed. 

"I'm sorry (YN). If it wasn't for me, this wouldn't have happened."

"Don't blame yourself Sana. That guy was an asshole."

"But-"

"But nothing Sana. He badmouthed you and I couldn't let him get away with that." You said with a smile.

"But you got hurt because of me." She looked down.

"I don't care." She looked back up, “I’d do anything for your safety Sana.”

“Don’t be stupid (YN), I don’t want you to get hurt for me!”

“It’s not stupid Sana, I’m supposed to look out for you.”

“Well, I can take care of myself just fine (YN)! I don’t need you to-” Sana stopped as she took a breath in and out, “sorry, sorry I’m just-” Sana stopped once more as she moved to be next to you and placed her head on your shoulder, “I don’t want to see you get hurt (YN)...I don’t…”

“I know Sana. Same to you, I don’t want to hear anyone insult you like that.”

Sana didn’t move, “, especially to the girl I love.”

Sana’s eyes widened.

“Lo-” Sana turned her head to look at you.

“When our parents adopted you, they promised me that I should be the best brother I could be. Someone to look after you and to take care of you. That's why I don't care. I don't care about getting hurt if it means you'll be fine."

"(YN)..." Sana said softly.

"Growing up, you were shy and hung with me, but I didn't care. I was supposed to take care of you so I let you stick close to me. I needed to be with you to protect you, but soon that 'need' turned to 'want'. And growing up, I started to develop a crush on you." Sana gulped,  "It was wrong I know. But being a young kid and growing up with someone attractive like you, playing and hanging around with me almost 24/7. It just...got to me. Of course, you were my sister, so obviously I had to push them away. But what they said about your first love being hard to get rid of...it's true."

"You mean, actual love?" She clarified as you nodded in response.

"Yeah, actual love, not in a sibling way, but romantically. I love you Sana."

“...”

"I love you for a lot of reasons. You're beautiful, unique, smart, playful, and funny. You're all that and then the minor things, the way your hair flows in the wind, your smile that brights me up, your silly laugh that makes me smile. It's honestly everything about you. In a word, you're perfect Sana, you're perfect for me."

Sana just took everything. 

Her heart was beating like a drum. 

"But you're my sister and I tried to get rid of that love, but couldn't and every time I see or even hear about you at school...I was so jealous of the other students, and I couldn't take it anymore, and...and now here we are, but I can't help to think that I'm just another guy to you," you said looking down, "someone that you'll be tired off and eventually move on."

Sana just sat there and took your confession. 

You loved her. 

And it pained her to see you this way.

"(YN), I'm sorry that I made you feel this way, but I can promise you that I'll never leave you." She then grabbed your face with both her hands to look at her. “You're not just another guy to me. You're someone that I know is always going to look after me. Since we were little kids, you've been there to protect me, you've been there to see if I was okay, even now you're taking punches for me. You're someone who is very important to me (YN) and I know we haven't talked yet, but you're different."

You couldn't help but smile at her words.

"And then after our second night together, something has been bugging me, nothing bad no. Well, I can't really explain it, but you were different from anyone that I've been with. It felt...right. And that whenever I'm with you, my heart just beats fast and I feel funny around you. And when I think about this feeling, you're the only one that pops into my head and I can't help but...smile and be happy that it's you that I'm thinking of. I'm not experienced in love or anything, but," she grasps your hand, "I think this is the way you feel about me."

“...”

"(YN), I-I think I love you too and not the sibling way either," She then looked away. "I'm so sorry, I was hurting you this whole time, the entire time. I-"

"It's fine Sana, what matter now is the now and the future okay? That’s all that matter." She turned to look at your smile. "So...what do we do? What are we?" You asked.

"I guess we're a couple now." She said. "And we do what couples do, we can go on dates, you know dinner, movies, that sort of things, but we have to keep this a secret between us." She explained as you nodded.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, I'd love that." She then just leaned into you enjoying your warmth and comfort as you held her. 

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TWO WEEKS LATER

It's been two weeks since each confessed to one another and both couldn't be happier. During your week of suspension, you and Sana have been at home just being in close proximity to one another. 

Each day would be the same, every morning before she went off to school; she would see you privately without your parents around, and with her uniform being proper like, and give you a kiss goodbye, a 'long' kiss goodbye for before she left home.

Then when she came home, she would once again, in private, give you a hello kiss, yes a long one too. 

After that, she would be in your room or vice versa and both would just watch TV, and play board games, and on their phones, it really didn't matter if it's something both can do.

You both even went out to hang out with some friends a couple of times. 

Of course, they went to go on secret dates. 

You both went to see a movie and had a lunch date together over the next couple of weeks. It was really fun, both talked a lot about what you missed in school and other stuff. 

You both really enjoyed these moments and none couldn't be any happier.

Now that you're suspension was up, you came back to school. 

Sana was still in her proper uniform and hanged around you as much as she could. Guys would occasionally ask for her 'assistance', but she either ignore them or say no and walk away before any drama would start.

All in all, it was a good two weeks. 

Of course, you both haven't done 'it' since that night, but it didn’t matter since-

KNOCK KNOCK 

You stared at your door.

"Yeah?" You said as Sana opened the door with a notebook in hand.

"Hey," You said as she came into your room.

"Hey, you doing anything?” She asked as you shook your head.

“History homework, what’s up?” Sana closed the door behind and came closer while placing her notebook on your desk and you noticed a bunch of math formulas.

"I got this math test on Friday. I was wondering how you do the trig functions?" She asked as you stared at her, “Please, I’m beyond confused, and the teachers suck at explaining this.”

You nodded.

“Sure, huh, let’s sit on the bed and I’ll show you.” Seeing as how you only have one seat, being on the bed would be more room to show as Sana grabbed her notebook and you grabbed some pencils.

And after a twenty-minute lesson, she was starting to get it. 

You gave her problems and she went to work with you overseeing her.

"I think this is good." She said as she handed the paper to you.

"Hmm....yup, that’s the answer. Nice job." Sana smiled.

“Okay, I’m starting to understand now. Can we still do this?” She asked as you nodded. “Hehe~ thanks (YN),” 

“Course,” and just as you were going to talk…

“So I was wondering, if I do well on the test, can I get a reward?" She said eyeing you.

You were a bit confused about her question.

"Okay? What do you want?" She then smiled and gave you some serious sexual eyes.

"I think you already know~" She said cooingly suddenly starting to massage your cock over your shorts as you flinched at the contact, “Ara ara~ someone need some help~ it has been a while~" She said still glazing at you.

"Sana, we can’t do anything like this when our parents are here…" You said quietly, but her massaging you was not helping.

"Oh they can't hear us," She leaned closer to your face, "and besides, it’s kind of erotic that they can catch us. Hmm~ it’s making my pussy wet just thinking about it~ you want a feel~" She suggested putting her other hand over her shorts, “maybe a lick~”

'Fuck…god damn it Sana…'

KNOCK KNOCK

Both of you quickly went to normal as the door was being knocked on.

“(YN)? Sana? Do you want anything from the kitchen, I’m making a few sandwiches?” Your dad’s voice was heard.

“Nah,” “No thanks dad,”

“Alright,” is all he said and a few seconds passed as you turned to Sana and rose a brow.

“See. And as much as I want to and I really want to. We can't do anything like that okay? Not when our parents are home." Sana pouted at the words. 

"You’re so boring (YN), fine, but do I still get a reward?" She said while putting her hands on the bed.

"Yeah sure, you can still get your reward...if you manage to get an A." She widened her eyes.

"An A?! (YN) I only have three days to learn this!"

"And I know you can do this. You're a smart girl, I know you are. Your grades aren't really showing it, but I know you can do this. Back in middle school, you were one of the brightest girls there was."

Sana, since starting high school, hasn't been doing well in her grades, your parents were confused since she was smart back in middle school, but they reckon it's because of the change from middle to high. 

“Can you help me?” She asked as you nodded.

“Of course, anything for you Sana.” She smiled as she leaned toward you and both shared a quick kiss as Sana pulled away, leaving you with a smile, “thanks (YN).”

But here she was asking for your help with homework and you stared at her, as she wondered why you were looking at her like that.

"What?" She asked as she saw your stare.

"It's been a while since I actually saw you care for school work," Sana grumbled and playfully pushed you.

"Rude, I do some homework here and there. In fact, I've been catching up on assignments. Getting my missing work in and everything." You rose a brow.

"Yeah? What changed?"

"You." She said looking at you.

"Yeah?" You repeated as Sana nodded.

"You’ve working on your assignments while suspended so I just thought that I should catch up on homework too." She said nonchalant as you smiled and pecked her on her lips as she smiled after.

"Well, shall we continue then?" She nodded and both continued to learn.

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TIMESKIP 

DAYS LATER

Friday came and you and Sana were in your room while both of you were on your bed, no, not doing that. 

Sana was nervous holding her laptop on her lap and kept refreshing the page of her Math class, waiting for the update on her score.

"Sana don't worry, I'm sure you did well." You held onto her shoulder with one hand as Sana sighed.

"I know I'm tryi-It's there!" She said while looking away, "I can't look, tell me whats the score." You leaned down and saw the score on the right as you grinned.

"I'm sorry Sana, you didn't get an A..."  You felt her shoulders drop, "you got an A-" 

Sana looked at the screen and indeed she got a 92 out of 100. 

"You JERK!" She turned and pushed you as you laughed. "Why’d you say that?!" 

"Haha! Sorry Sana, I couldn't resist." 

“Meanie…” Sana pouted but looked at her score and smiled, “I can’t believe I got an A.” You smiled and leaned back up to her.

“Well you are smart Sana, not sure why you keep doubting yourself.” You poked her head as Sana looked at you, “congrats,”

“Hehe~ And it was thanks to you (YN),” She smiled while leaning forward and you two shared a quick kiss as you shook your head afterward.

“Nah, it was all you Sana,”

“Still…” Sana took a look at her score and closed her laptop, standing up and placing it on the desk while turning to you.

"So~,” Sana walked to you and straddled you, her hands on your shoulders as you smiled at her, “ about my reward~" She asked with her face close to yours.

"Already Sana?"

"We’re alone (YN)~, which means~" She leaned closer to whisper in your ear, "we can fuck as hard as we want my dear brother~" The way she whispers, god it was grand.

"I guess so~ my dear sis~" She smiled at you before pushing her face to yours and kissing you on the lips. 

===================SMUT TIME=====================

Sana had always been a great kisser, but today, this kiss felt like the best thing in the world. You wrapped your arms around her slim body, pulling her tighter against you and deepening the kiss.

Both tongues met halfway in each other's mouths, licking and tasting each other. You couldn't help but get an erection growing in your shorts.

You both groaned into each other's mouths, hearing the lust between the two rises.

You moved your hand into her top, and to your not so surprise, no bra as you grasped onto one of her soft breasts, and the moment you did, she pulled her mouth away from yours to let out a low and hot moan that made your cock twitch. 

Sana tossed her head back, exposing your neck to you. 

You quickly latched your tongue onto the soft skin, causing her to moan and rock her hips on your cock.

This went on for a couple of minutes before your lips met again.

You then lifted her top up, displaying her large globes and hardened nipples to you. You lowered your head and took one of her nipples into her mouth, licking and rolling around them with your tongue.

"Ahhh! I love that~" Sana moaned wrapping her arms around your head and pulling you closer to suck her perfect-sized breasts, taking your time, going from nipple to nipple, enjoying the taste of her skin as well as the feel of them in your mouth.

You kept sucking onto her neck, but Sana had other plans. 

She pulled your head towards hers and began kissing you once more. You let yourself enjoy the taste of her mouth while your hands were busy going inside her sweatpants. Sana then put her hands on yours and smirked at you.

She stood up from your lap, enough to be out of your reach. You knew what she was about to do, it was like the last time they did it. We smiled at each other before the beautiful brunette started to strip in front of you.

First her partly already shuffled top came off and was thrown on her desk. She then turned around presenting her shapely rear to you. She pulled her sweats down slowly, revealing her sexy ass to your sight with an antagonizing pain.

She was wearing black panties that barely covered her.

She then kicked her sweats away and started walking backward, butt first towards you. Once she saw that she was close to you, she brought her hands onto her knees and bent over.

Her ass and her damp panties were now inches away from your face.

"Well come on bro~ Eat me up." She said as she shook her tush at you.

You pulled the panties down quick and pressed your tongue against her pussy. Licking her from the bottom all the way to the top. She tasted wonderful like last time and you were trying to lick up all the juices running down out of her.

You rant your tongue inside her, licking and exploring each wall of her lips. Sana was groaning and moaning as more of her juices flowed into your mouth. 

Sana was enjoying this so much that she began pushing her butt against your face. She was rubbing her ass on your face trying to get your tongue deeper into her.

Believe you, you were trying to go as deep as you could.

Then you brought your hands up; one fondling her ass cheeks and the other toying with her clit.

"Mmm...ahh! (YN) I think...Ahh!" Sana moaned out loud, evidently close to an orgasm. So you kept going, this time with more effort as you tongue fucked her and sped up your fingers on her clit.

"Yes...yes! Ahh yes! (YN)!" Sana yelled out your name as an orgasm ripped through her body.

Her juices came onto your face that you closed your eyes to shield them from the liquid, it went on your face and dripped downwards onto your shirt and shorts.

Once she figured she was done, she quickly turned around and licked your face, cleaning and tasting her own cum.

Once that was done, she dove into your mouth to share some that she stored in her mouth and forced it into yours. You didn't mind one bit. The taste was exquisite. 

"God that was so good!" She said happily.

"Damn Sana, you got all over me."

"Can you blame me, I've been holding out for this moment ever since our last time."

"Holding out? You mean you haven't been with anyone else?" She shook her head.

"I know I have a...reputation at school, but I haven't been with anyone since we did it last time. Like I said, you changed me somehow."

You just smiled at her statement and brought her into a passionate kiss. 

You let go of her, "I love you, Sana." 

"I love you too (YN)." Both then stared into the eyes of each other for a bit before...

"Alright enough talk. Time for action and I believe it's your turn now brother~" Sana said before dropping to her knees in front of you.

Sana quickly pulled your wet shorts down, making your cock pop out as she gave it a smile before licking your hard shaft from the balls to the head. It was your turn to groan as your loving sister used her sexy mouth. 

You watched as she opened her mouth wide and pushed your cock inside.

You watched at amazement as your cock continued to disappear into her mouth inch by inch until halfway through.

Sana looked up at you, her soft brown eyes connecting with yours as she wrapped one of her soft hands around the lower half of your cock and began pumping. She pumped your cock as she used her mouth and tongue to tease and play with your head of you.

It was all amazing.

The first time she did this to you was great, but it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure she was bringing you now.

Maybe due to the new love each one had for each other.

You ran your hand across her hair, tugging her brother's cock softly as she kept pumping and licking recklessly. She bobbed a few times before popping your cock out.

"This is perfect. Your cum, I want it. I need it."

She then dove down onto you again.

If there was one positive thing coming from her past experiences, she was talented...very talented.

She then again pulled it out and looked at you.

"Fuck my mouth, (YN)! Fuck it!" You nodded and she put it back into her mouth as you grabbed her hair tightly and began pumping you even deeper into her mouth, she let go of the grasp she had and let you take control and held nothing back and started fucking her mouth.

"Oh god Sana!" You moaned as you felt her tongue swirl and dip all around your cock's head and shaft.

You were so close to cumming and breathing heavily and felt your cock twitch and your lower half stiffen up.

"Ahhh! SANA!" You yelled loudly as you felt the cum explode from your cock and down her throat. Sana then pulled you out as she continued stroking you, aiming it all over her face and chest as strains of your hot cum came streaking at her.

You couldn't take or give anymore and sat on your bed, breathing hard to regain your air watching Sana scooping up your cum with her fingers and putting them into her mouth, savoring the taste.

"God, so good~" She moaned.

"Glad you enjoyed it." 

"Oh I am. And since we made a mess last time on your bed. How about we use the shower this time? We could use some cleaning as well." Sana asked while still covered in your cum.

"Sure." Was all you said.

And with that, both headed quickly to the bathroom, taking off the remaining clothing both had as they went.

Reaching the bathroom, you turned on the shower and tested the temperature before hopping in while Sana was giving you a handy to get your cock hard again, which was succeeding. 

After the water felt warm, you jumped in and signaled her to come as she walked to you, trapping your cock against her pussy and your pelvis. You wrapped one arm around her frame and the other squeezed one of her ass cheeks.

"Mhmm. Someone's excited." She asked me over the sound of the water splashing on her body, cleaning away the cum from her skin. 

"Can you blame me?" You responded to her as she started to grind herself on your body as she felt your cock stroking her pussy lips, making both moans into each other's mouth. 

"Mhmmm, Fuck me (YN). Take me. I'm all yours." 

She moaned, still rubbing her body against yours, making your lust for her increase. You then lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. You pushed her body against the shower wall, and slowly pushed yourself into her tight pussy. 

"AHHH, FUCK!"

Sana screamed as you pierced her folds. Her pussy was so tight, but the water and she was making it so wet that it just slide in without any difficulty as the intense tightness made your eyes shut, your body shivering in the pleasure of it.

"Ohhh, fuck!" You shouted, feeling her walls adjust to your size. 

You firmly held Sana by her ass as you slowly thrust into her.

Your lips met once again, tongues once again fighting for dominance, only it was for a bit as you increased your speed, forcing Sana to pull away and lean her head back against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUCK!" 

Sana screamed as you adjusted your position a bit, You spread your legs apart, therefore, spreading hers apart as well and forcing her to open herself more. You felt her pussy loosen a little, allowing you to thrust faster and with more power within each one. 

You lowered your head and sucked her neck again. Sana raised your grabbed your head hard, holding on for dear life as you drove her closer and closer to another orgasm. 

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! I love my brother's big dick tearing me apart!" Shouted Sana, obviously not caring who heard.

It was all wonderful, her body felt amazing against yours: her breasts against your chest, her nipples grazing you, her legs and arms around your body and head, privates smashing into one another. 

Her pussy was tight, wet, and hot, you never wanted to leave that feeling. 

"Ahhhhh...Ohhhh FUCK! I'm cumming! DON'T STOP!" You had no intention to. 

You held on tightly to her body as you sped up the fucking. The sound of your bodies slamming into each other could easily be heard over the sounds of the shower.

"OHHHH!" Sana continued moaning with her pussy tightening around you which signaled her orgasm.

"(YN) (YN) (YN)!" She screamed as she came hard.

Feeling her cum sent you over the edge and came with her. 

"OHHHH!" You grunted as you sent your cum deep into her hot pussy. 

"Shit Sana...mph...mph!" You continued to curse as the orgasm you were feeling nearly knocked you out. You were careful in not to fall since you were holding Sana up by her ass. You still held her against the wall as both initiated a kiss. We then separated, breathing hard at what just happened.

"I can go for one more." You said.

She then told you to let her down. You did and Sana turned around and looked back, she used one hand to spread her legs to show her pussy.

You then inserted your cock into her and slowly fucked her from behind. 

"Oh (YN)...I'll never get tired of this..." Sana said as she held you by the neck.

"Me neither...ready." As you grasp her hips.

"Of course."

You then sped up and began thrusting upwards into her, her ass jiggled with each thrust and Sana could only moan at the intense fucking she was receiving. 

You then brought your hands from her hips and fondled her breasts. They were smooth since the water was rinsing over you two and you fondled and grasped and did whatever you wanted with them...and Sana loved it.

"AHH! (YN)...I'm-I'm MMM (YN)!"

Sana came quickly. Her juices flowing down the drain. She was a bit disappointed she couldn't go any longer, but the pleasure was that good. You kept thrusting into her without caring about her orgasm, but you were close.

"Sana...I'm...inside or-" 

"No, let me drink it."

You then pulled out and she then turned around and kneeled on the hard shower floor, she put your cock in her mouth and gave you a quick blowjob to which you groaned.

"S-Sana...i-it's...SANA!" You yelled out as you came again. This time Sana was determined to take everything in. Her throat was instantly getting drowned in your cum. It was very warm and delicious to her. She couldn't resist it. 

She took it all in and after she sucked you dry, she stood up.

============================SMUT OVER=========================

The water was still running as you just stared at each other. Brown eyes to (Color) eyes.

Sana then pushed her body forward to yours as she closed her eyes. 

"I love you (YN). I really do."

You smiled and swore that you were slightly crying out of happiness.

"I love you too Sana. I love you too." You said still holding her.

She opened her eyes and felt water in her eyes. Maybe it was the shower or her, she didn't know, but Sana knew that this was the happiest she's ever been.

Both kissed again, but it was a loving one this time.

"I think it's time we get out. I have no idea what time it is. And if dad is out shopping, he should be home in ten minutes or so." 

She nodded and both stepped out of the shower.

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After drying yourselves up, Sana went to go change, but you dried yourself faster and simply got into some sweats and a tank top. You decided to make a light snack of some eggs and toast for you and her.

You barely got the eggs out when you heard Sana coming down the stairs.

Sana joined you in the kitchen and instead of wearing something of hers, she was wearing one of your shirts. It looked big on her frame, but she looked so cute in it. She approached you and gave a peck on your lips as she went to wash the dishes. 

Both started to work on each of your activities but kept glancing at the other person only to smile when each one got caught.

It felt so good being with her and her with you. 

'This...this is the woman/man I want to be with forever.'

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ONE YEAR LATER

It's been one year since you both confessed to one another, your parents don't know still.

The relationship was still strong and grew each and every day. 

Sana changed for the better in school and got her grades up, getting to the top 5 students in the class. You were proud of her when she received her diploma from the staff. Her smile brought you to a smile and one tear escaped your eye from seeing her so happy. 

Sana changed her role at school.

No longer was she the 'slut' of the school.

Her whole behavior turned 180, she was now this proper, sweet, and still as attractive girl. Turns out she was still the one that everyone wanted, just not having sex or anything, but going out and starting a relationship.

Too bad she's taken for.

She would deny any and all requests and stick close to you. 

Only not showing that she was yours.

Both you and Sana eventually graduated high school and both got enrolled in (University), but the bad news was that it was three hours away driving. 

So you and Sana told your parents if they can move out and share an apartment together, rather than a dorm, together that was close to the University.

It was cheaper and both would be together.

The first reason was for their parents, the second was for Sana and you, but you didn't tell them that.

Ultimately they agreed and after long goodbye, you two left the apartment they found earlier in the starting month. They promised they visit over some weekends and holidays.

Of course, the first thing you both did in your new apartment was broke the bed.

Now they have their own privacy no one was there to catch you two.

No one was there to disturb you. It was just the two of them and they couldn't be happier. Each and every day they would have classes at the university, but coming home to each other's arms made their days better.

Currently, you were walking back from your classes, tired after doing two exams. You came into your apartment to find Sana sitting on the couch. 

"Hey, you're here early?"

"..."

"Sana, you doing ok?"

"Can you sit?" You just sat on the couch.

"What's up, something wrong?" She shook her head.

"It's been one year to do this day."

"Our anniversary is next week though." You said confused.

"No, our first time together." You made an 'oh' face, "I've been thinking for a bit, the past couple of weeks, and...you've changed me (YN). Ever since that day, I wasn't the girl for the first months of our senior year, ever since we started our relationship, something just clicked in me and changed me...and it was you. When you listed the reasons why you loved me. You didn't love me because of my body, but for me. It made me excited and I wanted to be those reasons again. So I stepped up and changed myself: I worked on my studies, I avoided guys; not you of course, and become more modest. In fact, I probably would be repeating the senior year again, if it wasn't for you tutoring me in all my classes. And I'd probably still be the old...disgusting me." She said with a look of shame on her.

You put an arm over her shoulder to comfort her. She looked at you and smile a bit.

"I love this new me (YN), and you're the reason why. I love you deeply and so much." She then brought you in for a kiss, a heartwarming one to which you returned. She then pulled away.

You were about to say something until she stopped you.

"I'm not done yet. Now, I know it isn't common, but...," she then pulled out something from her pocket and your eyes widened. "It's not big or anything, but I think it will do the trick." She then hopped off the couch and got down on one knee. 

"S-Sana-"

"(YN), throughout our childhood, I was shy and alone, my family was torturous and I didn't have anyone to go to, but your family stepped up and adopted me. And then you came into my life. You took care of me, protected me, helped me, and advised me, and you did everything you could to make sure that I was living a good life. And in turn, I hurt you," she took a pause as she thought about how she hurt you in high school by being with others, "and I'm sorry for that. But that only made us get close (YN), closer than ever and we discovered our love for each other. I have no idea what your plans are for us in the future, but (YN)...I need you in mine. And I can't wait till or even if that day comes." Sana then outstretched her hand with the ring in her fingers.

"(YN) (LN), will you marry me?"

All you could do was smile. Of course, you did plan on marrying this wonderful girl, but it looks like she beat you to it. So without any delay...

"Yes Sana, I wi-hmph" You didn't finish as Sana jumped on you.

"AHHH! Thank you (YN), I couldn't be happier that you accepted and I promise I'll make you as happy as possible for the rest of our life together."

"And I'll make sure that I will do whatever it takes to do the same...and I'll cherish you forever." You said.

And again each one kissed once again, but this moment ensured that they would be together, with each other, for the rest of their lives. Both not caring about their family status or their parents. 

It was only their love for each other they cared about.

Their irresistible love for one another.

[lil-tachyon]

Recommend dinosaur media besides Jurassic Park?

Dinotopia: All the books are super fun, but the first and last are the best. Just some rambling, cozy journeys through an imagined land of prehistoric beasts and eclectic architecture. The middle two books are still great in terms of visuals, but they lean too much into narrative stuff and I don't think that's Gurney's strong point. The writing feels a lot more like a child's first chapter book. Maybe that's what he was going for, I'm not sure.

Xenozoic Tales: Long time fans of the blog will at this point be tired of me recommending it, but I'm not going to stop because most people I talk to (even other terminally-online SFF artists) still haven't read it. It's obviously super pulpy but it really grows into itself toward the end and is able to handle some more mature ideas without ever taking itself too seriously. Highly recommend.

An Alphabet of Dinosaurs: Just a great collection of Wayne Barlowe's paleoart. It's a 10-minute read and it's aimed at kids but you're buying it for the art and its one of the only Barlowe books you can reliably pick up for less than $10 so I'd say it's worth it. Good chance your library may have it, too.

Dinosaurs by Thomas R Holtz Jr: Very accessible non-fiction work on dinosaur biology and cladistics. It's probably a bit dated now (came out in 2007) and the art is very hit-or-miss (about half the illustrations are obvious products of the era of early digital art when everyone was photobashing and throwing these awful digital textures onto everything, ugh...) but it remains a fun and informative read. If anyone has a more contemporary but similarly thorough dinosaur book, please let me know! I know there have been a lot of huge discoveries, especially from China, since this book came out.

C. M. Kosemen's (keep track of how many times that name appears on this list) and @simon-roy 's Dinosauroids: This was a HUGE influence on what I wanted to draw and what kind of stories I wanted to tell when I first found it and middle school and it still totally holds up. Check it out here!

Walking With Dinosaurs: Huge, multi-part BBC documentary from 1999 that presented stories about Mesozoic fauna as if it was a contemporary nature documentary. The CGI for which it was initially so famous is very dated now but the practical effects are great and it's honestly the narration and presentation that sells it anyway. Also recommend Walking With Monsters which is the same thing but for the Paleozoic. People routinely upload both series on youtube, they're not hard to find.

All Yesterdays by Jon Conway, C. M. Kosemen, and Darren Naish: Unique and outrageous reconstructions of dinosaurs and other paleofauna that challenge our preconceptions and highlight the limits of our understanding of their appearance and behavior. Also really cool for me personally because in my lifetime I've seen this book go from a neat project by people I followed on deviantart to being (rightly) considered a landmark in paleoillustration.

Dino Run: This game bangs and I pity the kids who weren't around in 2008 when this took over the internet for a brief but wonderful period

The Rite of Spring segment from Fantasia: From the big bang to the climactic end of the Mesozoic, all set to Stravinsky. Apparently the only Disney media I enjoy is stuff that The Mouse just does not give a shit about because this one's also on youtube.

That's some stuff off the top of my head, should be enough for now. I may add more if I think of it. Some parting thoughts:

C. M. Kosemen's youtube channel is great for learning about what I'll call "esoteric paleontology" for lack of a better term. Also he just does lots of weird, eclectic videos that I find interesting.

I don't hesitate to recommend Genndy Tartakovsky's Primal because he's literally never disappointed me and everyone I know says it's great, but I personally have not yet gotten around to watching it.

I don't promote pseudoscience, but I do think David Peters is a funny guy with weird, neat ideas. TLDR this one guy has a bunch of fringe theories about pterosaur biology and believes that because literally no one else agrees with him that he must be being censored by "mainstream science." Don't believe any of it, just enjoy the weirdness.

Any time you can pick up a dinosaur or other paleofauna book secondhand, I recommend you do it. Tons of outdated and cheap books that nonetheless contain great illustrations. That kinda stuff is a constant source of inspiration for me.

The Land Before Time is probably still great. It's been over a decade since I last watched it, but I have fond memories. Maybe time for a rewatch...

[justzawe]

ZAWE ASHTON

Through writing, actor Zawe Ashton is slowly shifting her role from object to subject.

Words by Hettie O’Brien. Photography by Pelle Crépin. Styling by Holly White. Hair by Bjorn Krischker. Makeup by James O’Riley.

FILMS ISSUE 45

The work of a convincing performer is to make a practice of disjunction, blurring fact and fiction until it’s no longer clear where the performance ends. Zawe Ashton, an actor and writer from East London, has been performing for so long that she sometimes feels as though she has “just woken up.” “There has been this eye, this gaze, that has followed me since birth,” she says. This is what it is to have grown up as a child actor, an experience that would be strange, were Ashton to have ever known anything different.

It’s only now, at the age of 37, that Ashton feels she has managed to “reshuffle the cards,” as she puts it. We’re speaking over Zoom: Ashton from the northwest London home she shares with her fiancé, the actor Tom Hiddleston, and me from an office room that I describe, when she asks, as a “Zoom booth.” “Are they the new thing? They sound sexy,” Ashton says with characteristic provocation. “They sound like the new location for a fresh scandal to me. It happened in a Zoom booth!”

There is a sense that runs through Ashton’s work of someone chafing at the limits of their discipline. She is best known in the US for her role in Velvet Buzzsaw, a satirical horror film set in the Los Angeles art world in which she starred alongside Jake Gyllenhaal. She grew up in Hackney, East London (her parents were both schoolteachers; her mother is Ugandan, her father English) and attended Anna Scher, a theater school in Islington that banned the words “star” and “fame” from the classroom: Stars burn out, Scher taught them, but the career of an actor persists regardless of fame.

Ashton’s first notable role was in the British kids’ TV show The Demon Headmaster. In her early 20s, she took bit parts in crime dramas and hospital soaps; her break came when she was cast, at 27, as the chaotic, drug-taking, straight-talking student Vod in the series Fresh Meat. One article from the time suggested Ashton was “the coolest thing on TV right now.” But Ashton felt herself growing increasingly frustrated. “I hit a wall in my life—whether it was burnout, or [an] existential crisis, where I was like, Hold on a minute . . . . I’ve spent the past 30-something years performing, and I have no idea who for.”

What Ashton really wanted to do, she tells me, was to be a writer. In the basement, her mother still keeps a box of the stories Ashton wrote as a child, including one, from when she was six, about a dinosaur having breakfast with Elizabeth Taylor. “I think language, and how surreal and expressive language is, has always been part of my wanting to be in this world.” So, alongside her acting jobs, Ashton wrote a play. For All the Women Who Thought They Were Mad centered on the experiences of Black women in the corporate workplace and was praised for its darkly comic study of prejudice when it was staged at the Hackney Showroom in 2019.1 She also wrote a pilot for a TV drama about a woman having an early midlife crisis. “I was treated extremely badly at the hands of television executives,” she says. The pilot was passed over, and Ashton “put it in a drawer because it was just too traumatic.”

A book agent read that defunct script, and asked if Ashton would consider authoring something longer. “It’s one of the hardest, best things I’ve done,” she says of the resulting book, Character Breakdown, a playful, tragicomic account of an unnamed protagonist’s acting career. “So much of my life has been scripted; so much commitment has been to saying other people’s words and inhabiting other women,” she explains. “I thought . . . I can sit down and write this without anyone giving me permission.” Writing was an opportunity to stop acting—for a while. Ashton spent some time living in Margate, a blustery seaside town popular with people priced out of London. She nicknamed the book, which took two years to finish, “the cockroach in the nuclear disaster of my life.” For a while, it felt like the only continuity she could grasp at.

Character Breakdown defies the very definition of the word order—it is composed of fragmentary conversations retold in a weaving chronology. The protagonist receives different character synopses that are irritatingly sexist (a silent woman in a civil rights protest, a sexy spy, a dead body on a mortuary slab). She takes calls from her agent, sips lukewarm wine, changes her hair to appease casting directors and remembers being bullied at school after first appearing on TV. It is loosely fictionalized: Ashton says that if the book seems like an “actor’s memoir,” she has “done something very wrong.” “It was an attempt, or an opportunity, to try and crack open the difference between fact and fiction before slamming them wholeheartedly back together again,” she explains.

Although magnified in the acting industry, the banal occurrences of casual misogyny and racism that Ashton’s protagonist endures resonate far beyond the book. “Thinking about acting became like a blueprint for a way that I could look at my experience as a woman in the world,” she says. She missed her publisher’s first deadline, a misstep that turned into a gift. By the time Ashton submitted the manuscript, revelations of sexual violence in the film industry had started to break. “Me Too really reframed my writing completely, because I thought, No one is going to want to hear from an actress about stuff that’s gone down and how it might relate to the wider world. And suddenly it was all anyone wanted to hear.”

We’re speaking a month before the release of Mr. Malcolm’s List, a sugar-frosted Regency rom-com in which Ashton plays a lead role. The film revolves around the wayward schemes of Ashton’s character, Miss Julia Thistlewaite, and will please anyone who enjoyed Bridgerton.2 In period-drama obsessed Britain, it would have been unthinkable for a mixed-heritage British woman to land this role even five years ago. The multiracial elite portrayed in Mr. Malcolm’s List is a fantasy that omits the reality of colonial racism in Regency Britain, casting actors of color as dukes and duchesses. “There is a lucrative market . . . . for the depiction of racial difference in the absence of racial inequality,” the British author and journalist Gary Younge recently wrote of Bridgerton, taking issue with the genre. Ashton is critical of this argument. “What’s crazy is there’s only a handful of [similar] shows,” she says. “When you get real diversity is when there are so many . . . . that some can show one aspect [of history], some can show another aspect, and this is a spectrum.”

The protagonist of Character Breakdown reflects that “nothing good comes of being visible.” Together with this film, and her forthcoming role as a Marvel villain, Ashton seems poised to become the kind of highly visible celebrity who occupies a different plane of existence: rich, distant and chauffeured.3 Yet that’s not how she comes across in person. She is open and disarming, throwing back bigger questions to those I ask. I wonder if she enjoys the control of writing in her own words, as opposed to speaking those of others. “It doesn’t even feel like control,” she says. Ashton tells me about the American visual artist Lorraine O’Grady (about whom she made a film for the Tate). “She wanted to play with the idea of being subject and object,” Ashton says. “You want to shift the lens, shift the perspective on your work and life as much as you can. And that’s how I feel.”