#it has a title! sort of

[chipthekeeper]

Got a great new book today, Star Wars: 100 Objects by Kristin Baver, and there was even a page about Nemik’s manifesto!

Here’s what the book had to say, some of which I believe is new information:

“Saw Gerrera is often considered the first leader of the Rebel cause. Before the fall of the Republic, this violent Onderonian extremist rose up against his homeworld's government, who had joined the Separatist faction. Yet he was not the true architect of the Rebel Alliance, which involved unifying many factions fighting for the same goal under one banner.

That position may be said to belong to a young idealist named Karis Nemik who, in the pages of what would effectively become the Rebel manifesto, set down his thoughts on the oppressive Imperial machine.

It remains one of the precious few documents that guided and helped to motivate scattered rebel cells during the early days of the Alliance.

‘The pace of oppression outstrips our ability to understand it," Nemik wrote. "That is the real trick of the Imperial thought machine.’ The manifesto is effectively a blueprint for dismantling Palatine's Empire.

After making the acquaintance of a mysterious mercenary named Clem, Nemik came to believe that hired guns might play an important part in a plot to overthrow the Emperor. ‘Weapons are tools; those that use them are by extension functional assets that we must use to our best advantage,’ he wrote.

‘The Empire has no moral boundaries. Why should we not take hold of every chance we can? Let them see how an insurgency adapts.’

Sometimes referred to as The Trail of Political Consciousness, Nemik's untitled work exemplifies the intellectual climate that fostered the Rebel revolt to restore democracy. The manifesto espoused freedom, independence, and justice. It is also credited with helping to inspire Cassian Andor to join the growing unrest. Without Nemik's writings, Andor might never have gone on to work on the frontlines of the turmoil. He became a crucial member of Rebel intelligence, an adept spy dedicated to the Alliance and willing to sacrifice his life for freedom.”

[lorelune]

regency au jing yuan how you are haunting me.

(continued here!)

a retired general who at the ripe age of thirty five has never taken a wife. never showed any interest in procuring a spouse nor does he entertain any attempts by the mamas of the ton to throw their eligible children at him. he is a polite scoundrel, kind-hearted in a way that makes those with half a mind question how someone with his demeanor could ever be the famed general who's strategies downed Shuhu during the Abundance Upheaval. he doesn't seem to care for his legacy, as much as he has cultivated one. he doesn't mind gossip, but doesn't entertain it much either.

you only meet him due to fortunate circumstances.

lord Luocha, a successful travelling merchant, pledged patronage to you sometime ago. he keeps you in a little cottage on the grounds of his manor where you're allowed to mostly do as you please as long as there's a new painting hung on the lord's wall every few months or so. the lord likes when you play too. he brings back new instruments for you to try, though he never expects mastery. he has an air of mystery to him that, despite all of the time you spend near him, keeps you from understanding him fully. you aren't one to pry about it either.

lord luocha invites jing yuan over to partake in fancy spirits from a country and city you can't ever hope to visit, let alone find on a map. you bring lord luocha your newest work-- (a meticulously completed oil painting. something more abstract, suited to the odd lonely and isolation you feel in your little, cozy cottage, despite all of the comforts you are afforded)-- and happen upon the pair.

lord luocha examines your newest work with pride, and shortly after introduces you. 'his patron' he calls you, but offers jing yuan no title. you--

(do not have one. it was stripped from you a long time ago. you think being an artist suits you better, anyways.)

jing yuan offers you his name, though you already know it. you recognize him based on the prattling of the girls and boys at the market. they swoon over his stature, fawn over his good deeds, and make note of his identifiable red hair ribbon. he has the same soft, sun-colored eyes that you had heard the eligible young of the ton giggle about.

you bow to him politely.

you have no reason to linger, but luocha calls you to anyways. perhaps he is lonely. perhaps you want him to be lonely, so it gives you a reason to stick closer to his side in the rare moments he is home for more than a day or two. the proximity is shared with jing yuan, who regards you with keen eyes and a lazy smile. the attention upon you feels weighted, important, like you're something special.

you savor it, however fleeting.

perhaps, however, you misunderstood jing yuan. or lord luocha's intentions.

because as jing yuan rises to take his leave and you bow once more, he catches your hand, brings it to his lips, and presses a kiss into the soft skin. you're sure you smell of linseed and yarrow oil. he lingers there for a moment before meeting your gaze. there's a light of mischief in them that sends your heart fluttering. your breath catches.

when jing yuan is out of the manor, lord luocha pats your shoulder gently, "quite the man, isn't he?"

"i suppose... he is."

"you may speak freely."

"i am," you mince, and shake your head. you must be careful, entertaining such fanciful thoughts. "he is... kind."

"and handsome."

"lord luocha," you barely keep yourself from whining. "please, do not tease me. or the poor man. from what i hear, he has enough to deal with."

"the mamas do chase after him like foxes to a hen," lord luocha chuckles and studies your painting once more with a curious tilt of his head. "he'll ask to see you again, i'm certain."

"and why do you say that?"

"general jing yuan has never taken the hand of a potential suitor."

your heart feels heavy and warm in your chest, burning. "my lord, you cannot possibly think that this single action indicates that the general will... call upon me? that is highly unorthodox and i don't believe that's... quite allowed."

"jing yuan has never cared for the dances of decorum." lord luocha guides you into your gardens. the peonies are in bloom, full and lush in the humidity of late spring. "and, for the record, i don't believe he'll simply call upon you. court, properly, certainly."

"you're bluffing."

"what reason do i have to lie?"

"to tease me, as you so enjoy doing," you huff.

lord luocha simply hums and pauses near a bush of lilacs. they're fragrant, at the peak of their season. the scent rolls over you.

"if i truly intended to tease you, i simply would abstain from telling you of jing yuan's interest and allow you to be terribly surprised when he arrives and formally asks for you and your time. consider this a warning. i'll walk you to the modiste tomorrow, hm?"

you want to squawk at him. your linen dresses and tunics are fine (albeit smeared and stained with paints and oils over the years. you rarely bother replacing them.)

you want to protest and pry more, but lord luocha strikes you silent when he breaks off a cluster of lilac and tucks it behind your ear. he leaves you with your thoughts, however tortuous. and, perhaps horribly, you find yourself believing him. perhaps the warm-eyed general really was charmed. perhaps, your dresses needed replacing and you should contact your perfumer friend for a fresh vial or two.

perhaps perhaps perhaps, you can still feel where his lips lingered on your skin, like a brand. you never thought you could ache for burning, but in the gardens, you find yourself clutching your hand to your chest, craving the lick of the his sun's heat once more.

[non-un-topo]

hot guard summer

[buqbite]

Halo

[viperwhispered]

Too Hard

Woop part 2 of the trip inside Jamil's head. Part 1 here.

The next time Jamil caught sight of you on campus, his first instinct was to turn around on his heel.

What a stupid thought to have because of you.

Besides, that would only make him more conspicuous, not less.

So, when your eyes met his, Jamil gave you a short nod in greeting. He would’ve left it at that and kept on his way, had you not walked up to him.

“Hi Jamil! How’s it going?” you said with that impossibly disarming smile of yours.

Why was it so difficult to look at you like he normally would? You had no right to make him feel so stiff, so unnatural.

On autopilot, Jamil exchanged a few pleasantries with you - those lessons from his parents had been instilled too deep in him for him to falter too badly in a simple exchange such as this. Still, Jamil quickly excused himself by telling you he still had to find Kalim before his next class.

Jamil didn’t miss the way your smile faltered. Had you hoped to get something out of him?

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you two later, then.”

Something about that irked him, though Jamil did not allow himself to dwell on it further.

His heart really had no business still racing as it did when he walked away, unaware of the frown on his face.

Just act normal. That’s all he needed to do.

After all, he had no time for dwelling in silly fancies.

If Jamil had been acutely aware of you before, it only seemed to worsen now that he was making a conscious effort to not act any differently with you. In fact, the harder he tried to keep you out, the more you invaded his thoughts, unsettling him.

The most innocuous words from you looped in his mind, and even the simplest actions caught his eye. For goodness's sake, he’d found himself staring at you while you were queueing up in the cafeteria the other day, not even doing anything other than standing around and looking bored!

For once, Jamil found himself grateful for all his duties. At least they provided him with something else to occupy himself with.

After all, if he was busy enough, it was difficult to think about those bright eyes of yours, your sweet laugh, or the way you bit your lip while thinking.

Still, sometimes it felt like no matter which way he turned, you were there, ready to throw him off-kilter. Not like it was his fault that often the most convenient route to class intersected with your daily routines. Or that your face seemed to jump out from any crowd, catching his attention.

Which certainly did not help his basketball performance. Jamil certainly did not recall you having such an interest in sports before, yet suddenly you were always there, distracting him. What had changed?

Could you possibly-

Jamil scoffed to himself, forcing his thoughts back on track for the nth time that day.

He picked up the tray of food and started taking it to Kalim. After dinner, he’d need to help Kalim with his homework, there were some housewarden tasks that would need dealing with, not to mention the preparations for the next-

Jamil froze in his tracks.

The voice he heard was quiet, but it was unmistakably you.

Really, it should not have come as such a surprise to him. You had become a rather frequent visitor to Scarabia, and Kalim often invited you to stay for meals. In fact, Jamil had started planning the dorm’s meal prep with your tastes and dietary restrictions in mind, just in case.

Jamil rounded the corner with strange exhilaration, his heart fluttering needlessly.

Yet, his mood evaporated when he saw you.

Why did you stop talking and look so guilty as soon as you caught sight of Jamil?

Jamil knew that look you gave to Kalim, had used it himself a thousand times. The one telling Kalim to keep quiet about something.

What could there possibly be that you would be comfortable sharing with Kalim, but not with him? That would give Kalim reason to sit so close to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder?

Jamil's mind raced with possibilities, yet could not settle for any single explanation.

He’d have to ask Kalim about it later.

Jamil gave you a short, polite greeting, his eyes lingering on you in an attempt to read what you were hiding.

“If I’d known you were coming over, I would’ve prepared something for you to eat as well,” Jamil said, already thinking about which parts of the dorm’s dinner to spruce up for you.

“Oh, no need, just figured I’d pop by. I’ll get out of your hair soon enough,” you said, something sheepish about your expression.

As expected, Kalim asked you to stay and dine with them, and with just a bit more persuasion you agreed - though not before telling Jamil that he should join you too and have himself a breather.

And since Kalim agreed with you, Jamil soon found himself sharing a meal with you and Kalim. Yet, even as he sat down with the food, his mind raced.

Had you been getting particularly close to Kalim lately? But surely Jamil would’ve noticed such a thing. Maybe someone from the dorm had been giving you trouble? But if that was the case, then surely you could let Jamil know about it, too. Unless for some reason you did not want to? But if it was something that concerned Kalim, then sooner or later it was bound to concern Jamil, too.

All the while, Kalim was talking to you about this and that, the latest topic being the animals kept on the Asim estate.

“I’ve got some pictures, let me show you!” Kalim said with an excited grin.

Only, a thorough patting of his pockets and a look around confirmed that Kalim’s phone was nowhere to be seen.

Jamil pinched the bridge of his nose. Where had Kalim left it this time?

Before Jamil even had the chance to say that he would handle it, Kalim sprinted off. Jamil hesitated for a moment, automatically halfway up from his seat, before he decided that leaving a guest unattended would be a worse offense than not helping out his master.

Jamil slumped back down with a sigh, mentally tracing the path Kalim took today, trying to recall the last time he saw Kalim handle his phone.

“Breathe. He’ll manage,” you said. There was the faintest of smiles on your lips, and Jamil could not decide if it was knowing or amused. Perhaps both.

Somehow, despite his frustration, Jamil’s own lips wanted to curl up too.

“Hmm. Maybe he will.”

Sure, Jamil could’ve called Kalim’s phone, to make it easier to find, but it was not that urgent, was it?

Jamil took another bite of his food, keeping an eye on you from the corner of his eye.

How was his mind so empty and so buzzing at the same time?

“You know-”

“So-”

You looked at each other, both just as surprised that the other had spoken up at the same time.

Even your surprised look was so-

“You first,” Jamil said. The way you bit your lip... Jamil had to raise a cup to his lips, slowly sipping his drink.

“Just… Feels like it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you be still, you know. Or exchanged more than two words with you,” you said. You were attempting a light, joking tone, yet it was quite clear there was more to it.

“You say that like it would be unusual for me to be busy.”

He was not prepared for the way your soft sigh tugged at his heartstrings.

“No. It is not.”

You were both quiet after, poking at your meals. Normally, Jamil would’ve cherished such a moment of peace, yet this particular silence between you two was decidedly awkward.

Where was your usual chatter? Why weren’t you looking at him like you usually did?

“If you’re worried about me, don’t. I’m fine,” Jamil said, some softness creeping into his tone despite his best intentions.

“That's what Kalim said too,” you said. Yet the way you looked at Jamil made it clear you were still skeptical.

Wait.

Had you clammed up earlier because it had been Jamil you had been talking about with Kalim? That Kalim had comforted you about?

The thought twisted his stomach into knots.

Eta: you can find part 3 here, part 4 here, and finally part 5 here. Hasdhfsdf the way I fought with that last scene I swear. I don't even want to know how many versions I went through, trying to figure out how to say what I wanted without rubbing it into your face or making it too veiled. The joys of trying to convey things through a limited pov. Hopefully it came out reasonably balanced in the end. Rip to all those sentences that were lovely on their own but didn’t work for the whole. Hopefully I can rehome y’all one day. I do have thoughts for part 3 and part x (might be some chapters between those two as well, who knows at this point), so maybe we'll see those at some point, too. Tag list: @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @twstgo If you'd like to be tagged for future works, let me know! (Just be aware that sometimes I do also write nsfw, though you can certainly ask to be tagged only for particular kinds of works.)

[sketchingdemonss]

i pull the crops from my mind fields and all i harvested were these vintages what the hell

[moonshynecybin]

maybe its cuz im trying to write a fic but i keep thinking about how they communicate. like with the caveat of probable unreliable narrators yada yada yada... vale has marc getting either huffy and childishly petulant (mig interview) or straight up shutting down and going nonresponsive (2023 post all in interview) while vale is like. characterizing himself in BOTH as the a person with an active, confrontational role in the situation. like questioning marc about his intentions. i asked him what he was doing. the mean impression of their fight post-assen. while MARC is like well he had my number, he couldve called me before it happened! and he didnt! very much sort of like. well we had a relationship and a report that he ignored to unilaterally do this terrible thing to me. kind of an echo of each other, where they both blame each other for not being reasonable to talk it out. as if either of them would ever genuinely do that. idk to me. vale thinks marc is dismissive and callous to his feelings, and marc thinks vale destroyed their relationship in some sort of one-sided ego meltdown. and in some ways theyre both right !

[helios-two]

cindy + studcoms compilation

[akai-anna]

Round 1

Round: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

[kindred-spirit-93]

cursed

mostly the drawing but also neo. god i hate how this turned out lol

@maruyaaya more curly haired carrot cake boi :3 consider this my deposit payment for ur fic (legit baring u a piece of my soul rn) bc my peasant eyes dont deserve to witness this masterpiece for free XD

[thepoisonroom]

i spent months of my life selling books and all i got was this stupid encyclopedic knowledge of seemingly innocuous titles that cryptofascists cream themselves over

[demonfowl]

I've been reading the first Dark Tower book recently and it's been fun. Reminds me of Hyperion.

[booksandberries]

we have GOT to bring whump back

people are tagging their fics with stuff like CONVERSATIONS and TRAINS but you can't tell me if somebody is gonna get walloped?

[starkspondwater]

Feeling Like a Man- Butters Stotch x Shy! Reader

Summary: A look into Butters relationship as he comes into his own (light smut)

a/n : For some reason I just really want a slightly more dominant Butters. He's so sweet I just cannnnt.

Butters was used to how people treated him. He’d been the “pushover” of his class for as long as he can remember. He knew he wasn’t exactly respected among his peers, but they were his friends. It was as much a part of his life as his normal routines, like brushing his teeth and packing his backpack. 

Even the few girlfriends he somehow got in adolescence treated him a bit like a dog, having him play fetch with their belongings and expecting his obedience. It was all a bit…emasculating, which was saying something coming from him, I mean he still LOVED Hello Kitty Island Adventure. However, he let all of that go because that’s the way it always was…until you.

You had been the “new kid” for a few months and had yet to warm up to anyone. You were quiet and reserved, and when someone did talk to you it was as though you were a deer in the headlights, scared at being caught somewhere you weren’t supposed to be. Butters had no problem with you, he was just busy with his own stuff, or Eric’s stuff he should say (God you would think being being so close to graduating would’ve curbed his scheming but it only increased his habits) You had no classes together and he didn’t really think about interacting with you.

Willy’s Chilly Ice Cream Parlor was not Butters’ favorite job, but it wasn’t completely awful and it gave him decent shifts. Sometimes kids would cry and yell or someone would give some overly complicated order, but he enjoyed seeing the excitement people had for something as simple as ice cream. This particular evening was slow, him trying to pass the time by sorting the clean scooping spoons and organizing drawers for the hundredth time. As the bell jingled overhead he looked up and saw you, standing to one side and inspecting the large blown up menu on the wall. You looked sweet, a large sweater wrapped you up nice and cozy, though he did notice that the cold outside had pinked up your cheeks and nose.

Walking over to the counter, you startled seeing one of your classmates in front of you. Butters felt a little awkward being seen in his uniform. Sure, many of his friends had seen him at work, but the pink striped shirt and dingy apron wasn’t exactly a confident look. After a beat of silence from you, he broke the ice.

“Hiya Y/N, what can I do ya for?” he put on a smile hoping it would put you a little more at ease with him. If Butters was good at anything, in his opinion, it was his job. You shuffled around slightly, eyes wandering over the flavors behind the glass to the left of you. He watched as you pondered your options, finding it cute when your head slightly tilted. 

“Would it be alright if I had a scoop of cookie dough, please?” you asked before giving him a little smile. A warmth grew in his chest at the sight, and now that he actually got a look at you, he thought you were awfully pretty. With a quiet “of course” he got everything ready, intentionally going a little slow.

“Did you just feel like a cold lil’ treat tonight?” 

“Um, I aced that biology exam in Mr. Duchie’s class,” you fiddled a bit with the sleeves of your sweater, watching his movements on the other side of the counter. Rolling on the balls of your feet, you continued “it was really difficult so I figured I’d treat myself a little.”

He couldn’t help but smile. Most people came in here with friends to chit chat or gossip, to hang out, but here you were all on your lonesome to get a treat for passing a test. It was too cute! Subtly, he added a second scoop before handing out the small plastic bowl. You were already opening your wallet when Butters cut in.

“It’s on me. I had Duchie last year and jeez, his tests sure are difficult. You worked hard for it!” he found himself mentally patting himself on the back as he watched you continue to blush.

“T-thank you,” you stuttered, stepping away. Almost out of his control, Butters found himself inviting you to stay. It was a slow night and he was due for a break anyhow, and icecream is always better with company! As his shift went on he found he rather liked getting to know this new girl. That’s how it all started.

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It didn’t take long to progress into him walking you to class and carrying your books, opening doors for you and pulling out your chair, to walking you home every single day.  You didn’t have to ask him to do anything at all and he was fine with that since every time he did those things he got to see that pretty little blush on your face. It’s when you started kissing him on the cheek that he realized he was a goner. He definitely more than just liked you, and for once he found that he didn’t have to second guess if you, the girl he liked, felt the same. 

Over the months you spent time together, small dates and study sessions, you made him feel more confident. Despite his softer interests, you made him feel like a man. You never poked fun at his love of cute things, the stuffies he had around his room, or any of the rather childish words he normally said. You grew more talkative and asked him for his opinions on things, making him feel important. In turn, he felt protective of you. He really liked the thought that you felt safe with him, of all people, and he took it seriously. Even after graduation, he was glued to you whenever he could.

Weirdly enough it was his friends that informed him that he had been taking the lead on things, Kenny pointing out how you seemed to look to him for direction when you were nervous, or how he seemed to know how to lead you into more comfortable situations, a gentle hand on your arm or waist.

“Our little Butters is growing up!” they had all joked, playfully punching his arm and in general just being guys, but it had him thinking. He had noticed how all you two had done were pecks here and there. He figured when you were ready to do more you’d do something. However, to think that maybe you were wanting him to make the first move stirred something in him. That evening, while studying at Butters’ home, books scattered on the floor, he kissed you. Really kissed you, the kind that left you breathless with swollen lips and mussed up hair, a look he decided was one of his favorites.

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Sex had always been just that for the blond boy. The few times he did have sex it was quick, and while it did feel good it wasn’t all that fun. He felt awkward with being told what to do and how to do it, it never felt like he was really a part of it, but as said before that’s what he had been used to. With you, it was so much more different. 

As you took things slow Butters found that every touch seemed to do something to you, and man did he feel powerful. He could feel you shudder when he grabbed your thigh under the table and he could hear the sharp intake of breath when he moved your hair off your neck - he savored all of it. He had never had anyone act like that when it came to lil’ ol him.

The first time you had sex he watched you writhe underneath him, mouth open with quiet, breathy moans. The flush he so enjoyed stretched down onto your exposed chest, peaked nipples rising and falling in tandem with his own chest. He loved that view best.

The first time he praised you he thought he saw god. He had murmured things before when the two of you got lost in one another, the occasional ‘fuck’ slipping in, but nothing overtly so. “Such a good girl, you can take a little more, yeah?” had come out of his mouth at one point, him tucking up your legs in a mating press. You had felt so good he barely registered what he said, but when those words hit your ears your walls clenched around him. He had known when you finished, of course, but this was intense and had him nearly passing out in pleasure. He didn’t know why he had said those words, but boy was he glad he did as he continued pounding into you.

He marked you, at first with hickeys along your thighs and breasts, you acting bashful whenever you noticed them afterwards, but then they grew more visible along your neck. You never seemed to mind it, especially since Butters looked so proud of his work. There was something to be said about others knowing that you and him were not just together, but together, and he liked it.

Unfortunately, others wanted but they didn’t have. As the season warmed up you had become the flavor of the month. Butters seethed inwardly as he watched guy after a guy, and even a few gals, try to flirt with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you, it was that they made him feel…inadequate. Everyone else seemed so much stronger than he was, so much more assertive, confident. A nagging voice at the back of his mind reminded him of it often through the years, and at the moment it was yelling nonstop.

It was one night at your house that you commented on his melancholy demeanor. The question had only barely left your lips when he sighed dejectedly. Butters knew he was terrible at lying, and let it spill.

“I don’t know if I’m…enough for ya.” He refused to look at you, shame burning in his eyes. “There’s so many people out there that could do more for ya, be more for ya. More than plain Butters.” It was quiet for a bit when he felt your soft hands on his face, gently lifting his gaze to yours. The look in your eyes caused a lump to form in his throat as he listened to you.

“I don’t like that you think that way…You are more than enough for me, Leo,” you said softly, using the nickname only you called him. You moved your hand to cradle his cheeks, noticing the moisture that began to form in his eyes. “I do not want to be with anyone else, no matter how much more you think they could do for me. I just want you.” His resolve was breaking as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

“I’m not tough, or manly, or, gosh I don’t even know anymore,” you felt him try to move his head away but you firmly held his head in place. Despite the situation, he found himself surprised. You had never been firm like this before, not with him or anyone.

“I don’t care about any of that. I have you,and that is enough for me. I get to decide that,” with that final statement, you kissed him, pulling him towards you. His eyes grew wide, a few tears slipping out. He had always been the one to initiate what went on between you two, and while he didn’t mind, he didn’t realize how badly he needed you to do this. 

Slowly and deliberately, you undressed him and yourself, hands roaming over him with care. You had pulled him on top of you, living in the warmth of his skin on yours. As he reached towards your bedside drawer for the usual box of condoms, you stopped him. He looked at you confused for a moment.

“I…I want this. I want you.” For once, in all of your relationship with this beautifully sweet boy, you looked determined. You were already wet when he slid inside, relishing in the raw warmth of you.

“Oh Jesus, darlin’,” he breathed, gradually bottoming out. Everything had felt wonderful before, but this was…something else entirely. “Are you alright?” Looking at your face he could practically see the stars in your eyes before you grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours once more, effectively giving him your answer.

In Butters’ opinion, this was the definition of making love. This was slow and passionate. It was filled with something intangible, immeasurable. Pumping in and out of you felt unreal without the barriers that normally separated you. You were so good to him, and he wanted to be just as good to you. He worked to make sure you were taken care of, feeling your orgasm roll over him before he picked up the pace. As warm, sticky bursts shot into you, he found himself saying over and over “I love you, I love you, I love you…”

As he slowly pulled out, observing your spent form underneath him, words of love lightly murmured as you regained yourself, he finally felt at ease with himself.

He was enough.

[raystranslationsfestival]

Dependable Older Brother.

Type: Skit. Character: Luke (First Skit). Characters Featured: Luke, Yuri.

Translation, recording, subbing by Shi. Proofread by Yewfelle.

[cassidyamber]

looking at the imitation art and seeing how many versions of characters are depicted in each.

two versions of the same character: damon, eva, toshiko, ulysses, mark, diana, wolfgang, jett, cassidy

one named character, other faceless characters depicted: desmond, ingrid

one named character, other characters implied but not depicted: eloise (she looks like she's being chased by someone or something offscreen)

more than two versions of the same character: wenona, kai, grace, jean

alone(?): cara