#it's cool to see eng covers

[echidnana]

not sure how well known they are in the prsk fandom, but we haven't seen them mentioned on tumblr so- there's a youtube channel called Project Sekai: A New Voice! (channel link) that does english dubs of the stories and covers of the songs! below is a list of our favorite songs covers, it's been cool to see their mixing and editing improve since the channel started.

Love Trial

Chururira Chururira Daddadda!

Infinitely Gray

Angel's Clover

More! Jump! More!

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Gunjo Sanka

Cinema

Shojo Rei

[nyoomerr]

What’s your go to Luo Binghe character design? Curly hair, brown eyes, tall, horns, straight hair, red eyes, claws? I’m curious, just *how* demon is he?

generally i picture him like the english/russian edition designs (aka, the fanon binghe with curly/fluffy hair) but the other details i pick and choose depending on setting or AU, tbh.

i like the idea that his eyes are a warm brown that glints red in different lighting or when he's worked up or using his demon powers, and i'm a BIG fan of giving him large, curling ram's horns along with pointed ears and little fangs and claws - but they aren't details that i default to imagining him with.

mostly because i think that if binghe did possess more physically demonic features, it would be a whole Thing he'd have to work through (i.e. "my REAL appearance is so clearly demonic, maybe it would remind shizun why he threw me away, etc etc"). after all, his own plan to be re-accepted by sqq was to blend in to huan hua and "prove" that he was a righteous cultivator that could live among humans - so naturally more visible demonic features would be something that he'd also want to repress, perhaps even in extreme ways if illusions couldn't cover it.

that isn't something that i always want to make space for in my own AUs, though, so i tend to only indulge in more demonic looking bingys when either a) i know i'll already be in the same wheelhouse as binghe's insecurities around his heritage or b) it's an AU that's so divorced from canon that the insecurities may not exist at all.

i will admit to having a history of commissioning art that specifically calls out more demonic features, though - especially some big curving ram's horns 😌

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). �� honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[jade-len]

so today i tricked my very straight male friend into reading svsss.

okay look, i wasn't planning to at first and it's not like it was completely my fault. he wanted to read it!

i was showing him how badly they fucked up mu qingfang in the donghua by comparing it to the english novel design (he said that mu qingfang went from looking like a soft dilf to a predator registered on the epstein island list). and then, i showed him how different some of the other character designs were like gongyi xiao's ("he looks like he'd be a genshin character" -friend, to eng novel design) and luo binghe's ("lowkey, he kinda gives airbender vibes" -friend, to bunhe eng novel design)

so that was all i was gonna show him, nothing else. but after seeing them, he goes, "these designs actually look hella cool. what's the book called?"

now, do i:

A. tell him the name, eventually revealing that it's a danmei when he looks it up?

B. just straight up tell him that it's a danmei?

C: don't tell him the name just yet, spill the summary, get him interested, and tell him to not search anything up about it because there's heavy spoilers and it will reveal them the moment he types it up on the search bar

i go with C, obviously.

me: so, basically, some guy named shen yuan transmigrates into an incel harem male power fantasy novel where the protagonist, luo binghe, has hundreds of wives. thing is though, the guy pretty much took over the body of binghe's teacher he had when he was a teenager, who turns out to be a really scummy dude. and now he has to be nice to him so that the protagonist doesn't rip off his limbs and put him into a pickle pot in the future to suffer for eternity.

friend: that sounds hilarious and horrifying at the same time.

me: yes it is, and you should read it. it's like. my favorite novel at the moment. but don't search up anything about it because people spoil that shit. i'll let you borrow my novel

friend: nah don't worry, i'll just pirate it

friend: wait. does it have pictures?

me, my plan coming together: yeah, it has pictures. buuut, when you pirate it, it doesn't. trust me dude, i tried and was severely disappointed. plus, the physical copy is so much better

friend: fuck yeah ok thanks

me: hold on though. i'll text you later to see if my friend who's borrowing it rn is done reading it

he's hyped. he's excited. he craves a good book and a good transmigration interpretation. he's especially happy about the fact that it takes place in a chinese setting with cool powers and an actual good main character. "this sounds so good, god i wanna read it so bad."

i tell him that binghe is actually adorable, too. that it's pretty much found family! my friend then asks if shen yuan adopts him and becomes a father figure or something.

and i said "yes". you know, like a liar. (the father figure part probably isn't a lie though)

now i'm gonna give him the novel tomorrow! of course, i'm gonna cover the chapter 2 bunhe sexual awakening scene with washi tape and say that my baby cousin (sorry baby cousin, you would never <\3) scribbled all over that paragraph with her markers, and since i'm a neat book freak, i put washi tape and just wrote the scene! i don't know if that's really all too believable, but he didn't seem to care that much. just a simple "if my baby cousin did that to my book i would punt them into the sun"

i think what'll be more hilarious is the fact that you can't really tell that svsss is a BL. especially not volume 1. there's like, only a few lines indicating, but if you remove the baby binghe sexual awakening scene then you probably won't be able to know (...if you don't really read romance or anything. idk he's kinda dense anyways). so let's hope he gets attached and has a slow descent into the homo before i drop svsss vol 2 on him!

ok anyways i'll update you guys later with a reblog. maybe in about two or three days lol

(also don't worry, we already fuck around with each other on a daily basis like this. he's already tricked me into reading some manga i was unprepared for, and i thought that it'd be funny to mess around with him using svsss this time lol)

[chalkscrub]

chalkrub stuns in new oc-tober prompts

it's a text-heavy update...i love rambling

day 11: symbolism/themes/visual metaphor i.e my favourite things in the world - eng lit nerds make some noise!!!!!

goin back to day 11 with my favourite thing in the world: an unfinished sketchy concept. and also SYMBOLISM and themes and metaphor…and also dark green

so mika and heidi's story is haunted by one time they happened upon a drowned fox and pheasant in a disused canal, something which came at a weird time in their lives and which heidi made weirder by making cryptic suggestions about the whole thing, especially playing on mika’s (former) religious beliefs about spirit connections. Over time, it’s infected mika with budding paranoia in the form of nightmares, hallucinations and latent aquaphobia, all of which she begins seeing as premonitory

shan’t overexplain the symbolism even though my brain wants me to, but this was all inspired by seeing literally the exact same thing on a walk with my great aunt when I was like 6 or 7. the canal water was all covered in algae/pondweed so i’m guessing the fox chased the pheasant, they both mistook the canal for grass, then fell in and drowned together. even as a little kid I was like wrow this is so poignant and tragic and heavy with the potential for on-the-nose symbolism….. or alternatively it just looked cool as hell and felt kind of rare and special. either way, like 15 years later I was developing a new direction for a couple of initially completely unrelated ocs, i.e mika and heidi, and at some point in their story development, I was like now wait a second….this is just like that one time I saw those animals who chased each other into an early shared fate and drowned together…… and it fit them really well and also made everything click into place for the main story, it was kind of uncanny. Thank you nature for showing me cool things every day, and rip to the fox and pheasant you live in my mind forever and always

day 12: future

BEAS!!! beas i love you beas. initial beasley flavour on the left and future flavour on the right. his whole deal is he wants to start a cult, so he ventures to The Big City to make a name for himself. then he realises imps like him are a dime a dozen in the city and nobody cares about him, so he has to scrape by working a minimum wage job as a cashier in a tiny corner shop. he’s from a comic I (partially) made for uni, idk how his story goes exactly but I guess it probably ends with the typical sappy message of being yourself for yourself and not for fame or fortune or whatever. he gets up to hijincks, feels sad and depressed, and goes through the torment of living with his own mediocrity in a world that demands greatness. imps grow with power, not with age, so at the start of the story, even though he’s an adult, he’s still as small as when he was born/summoned/spawned/whatever. he’s got some shapeshifting prowess, so his future form is more an example of the kinds of feats he can pull off when his powers stabilise, and also his cool badass flaming eyes.

day 14: inspiration.

here's a convoluted block of text explaining the heretic's main inspiration, which isn't very apparent in the design at ALL but nevertheless: they’re kind of inspired by the concept of a closet costume. like how you can throw a bedsheet over yourself and cut out some eyeballs and voila. You’re a ghost. Or put a big furry coat and a mask on and you’re a werewolf now. almost all of their design links back to this in a roundabout way: the fur is meant to look like a rug/coat/furry thing draped over something. I used to have a sheepskin rug when I was a kid and I’d always hide under it and crawl about and pretend to be a monster lmao…this is what i looked like in my head maybe. The normal shoes poking out are the human element – like how halloween costumes will sometimes be mostly themed but the shoes are just practical, or you see shoes poking out beneath one of those two-man horse costumes. The face is meant to look mask-like – the glassy unfocused eyes, the fixed toothy grin, the simple cone shape. The black eyelids are meant to be like those Halloween masks that have eyeholes above/below the eyes, covered with that black fabric to make it less obvious there's eyeholes. And the ears are floppy to be like socks or something; they have those two black lines because they remind me of loose stitching. Also just some animal influences thrown in – possums, goats and bulls…..none of the closet costume stuff is meant to be noticeable or apparent in the design, so why did I put so much thought into it? who know… but this thing is one of my favourite designs I’ve made so maybe it was all worth it

[dat-town]

my first and last forever

Characters: Taesan & female reader

Setting & genre: fluff, established relationship, college au

Summary: You celebrate your first anniversary with your fashion designer boyfriend, so you stress over what to wear. Not that it matters, he loves you either way and his present is proof enough.

Warnings: birth names are used, teeny tiny suggestiveness because i couldn’t miss out on the reference for this cover, also cheesiness??

Words: 2.3k

Author’s note: happy birthday to my fellow leo (baby)! this is inspired by the fact that Taesan likes to customize clothes and this video where Leehan and him went to a stained glass workshop with a fan. title from Taesan’s self-composed song So I can say you’re beautiful (eng trans.)

Having an indie fashion brand owner boyfriend means quite a few things for your closet.

Number one, your clothing style starts to resemble his because he looks way too cool, gives great advice on how to match your pieces and he keeps buying you stuff.

Number two, except for a few items that never fail to make Dongmin crunch his nose in silent judgment (come on, it’s a Christmas sweater, it’s supposed to be ugly!), most of your clothes match his. Woonhak always comments on your couple look which in turn makes your boyfriend roll his eyes but you know that secretly he likes it.

Number three, you have pretty much every collection in every color of his brand’s clothes and those become your favorites (right after stealing Dongmin’s clothes).

Number four, choosing a date outfit without his input is killing you. When you don’t know what to wear usually you just ask him or send him options and let him choose but not this time though. You know he wouldn’t care even if you put on the bright yellow sundress he once compared to a children's crayon because he thinks you’re pretty no matter what but you would like to impress him, it’s your anniversary after all.

You weigh your chances as if you were on Who wants to be a millionaire?: you can ask the friend group over chat excluding Dongmin of course or give a call to his yapper best friend in case he knows something.

“No,” Jaehyun says immediately when he takes the phone call that you decided to make.

“Hello to you too. I didn’t even say what I want,” you pout, surprised at his reaction.

“Right but Dongmin has been going on and on about you guys’ anniversary for months I swear, so of course, I know what’s today and no, I’m not telling you what he’s planning,” Jaehyun rambled but you could tell it was clearly a rehearsed speech. He had expected this. Also you couldn’t help but internally coo at the thought of your indifference-looking boyfriend speaking so much about your upcoming celebration.

“Not even a little hint? How should I dress?” You voice out your dilemma and you can clearly hear Jaehyun laugh at your pain on the other side of the line.

“Ask your fashion designer boyfriend.”

“But I want to surprise him! He told me that anything’s fine and that’s not helping. I know him, I know we aren’t going to a super fancy restaurant or for a hike but still, there are so many options!” You whine and Jaehyun huffs.

“Dress comfortably and don’t wear too much jewelry but that’s all I can say,” he says before making a weak excuse that he gotta go, so he hangs up.

You sigh but manage to narrow down the options to two vastly different styles. One is a pale pink layered dress with ribbon strips which is very unlike anything in Dongmin’s wardrobe but he likes you in pink and he has a tiny bit of an obsession with you wearing ribbons or any strings tied. His mischievous ass likes to tug on them to see how much it takes for them to come undone or to get you annoyed. The other outfit is a fake leather, side slit skort with fishnet tights and one of his designs, a black crop top with colorful lettering. All three are also definitely things your boyfriend likes on you, so you’re stuck.

It’s time to ask the audience.

you guys!!! HELP [image_64735.jpg] [image_73628.jpg] which one should i wear? woon baby ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ you don’t laugh it’s a serious dilemma sanghyukie I would go with the first one you thank you, hyuk, you are a godsent princess wonnie ✨ OMG the pink?!?! is that a question? annabelle i vote the black one pls film the brainfreeze he gets when he sees you in that myungjae lol i second that sungho 💪 Please don’t cause him lasting damage 🙏 woon baby i love chaos so … the second donghyun-ah 🐠 👍 you [added a poll to group chat “daily dongmin gossip”]

The black outfit wins by one vote. You thank the guys for their input and start to get ready because you are already a bit too late compared to your estimate.

You dress up, do a smokey eye shadow makeup with cherry red lips, put on boots and pull your hair up in a high ponytail. Looking into the mirror, you know this look doesn’t seem anniversary-like at all with how dark it is but you are convinced Dongmin would like it and would even wear something similar. One last look in the mirror and one whiff of perfume applied, you are out of the door to catch the metro.

Your boyfriend is easy to spot even in the crowd at your destination station. He’s leaning against the wall, scrolling on his phone, looking as disinterested as one can be. He wears custom made sneakers, ripped jeans and a My Chemical Romance tee you bought him. You indeed match. He hasn’t noticed you yet, so you decide to sneak up on him. You’re two steps away from him when you see the corner of his mouth twitch as if he’s trying to suppress a smile but his posture doesn’t change. You know that you got caught but because Dongmin tries so hard to let you have your fun, you pretend not to know. You crash into his side, rise on your tiptoes and press a quick kiss on his cheek with a giggle. It leaves a slight pink color behind on the skin, the same as the tips of the boy’s ears. It only makes you smile harder.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” he turns to you then, pushing the sunglasses up onto the crown of his head and somehow he manages to artfully mess up his black locks without looking silly while you are busy scrubbing his cheek clean. The next thing you know is his feline eyes zeroing in on your choice of clothes and he visibly swallows, you can see the bob of his Adam’s apple, which tells you that you made a right choice but he plays cool.

It reminds you of the first time you spoke, when he came up to you between university classes as you were grabbing a drink and asked if you would model for his fashion brand. Or well, he was rather offering you a part time job for a few thousand won. He was very serious about it but you were no model and your art university had a whole website for such scouting, so you were a bit suspicious.

“Why me?” You tilted your head, keeping eye contact because you literally couldn’t look away. Dongmin has always had the most beautiful eyes that sucked you in like a black hole.

“I think you would look good in my clothes,” he said and your eyebrows immediately shot up at the implications behind his words which he soon caught up on too. “I mean, my brand’s clothes,” he corrected himself and suddenly he looked shy. He wore all black and an intimidating bad boy aura and he was getting flustered by you.

“Show me?” You asked him with a sweet smile, stepping closer as he whipped out his phone to show you pictures on his brand’s Instagram (@giant_mountain_clothes). If you hadn’t been taken before by his charm, you were definitely impressed then by how cool his designs actually looked, so you followed each other on social media and agreed on a date for the photo session.

When the day came, Dongmin was all professionalism as he handed you the clothes (jeans with a pattern that looked like graffiti, black and white crop tops with pretty cool line art and typography) and he gave instructions both to you and the photographer about the poses and camera angles. By the end of it, you pretty much thought you had misunderstood his intentions last time. It would have been a bit disappointing if the modeling session turned out to be an awkward experience.

“Not gonna lie, at first I thought it’s just an excuse to ask me out but it’s very cool that you already have a brand like this during uni. And the clothes were super comfy, so I will make sure to stock up before you get famous,” you spoke up playfully after the photographer left and it was just the two of you alone. After changing back to your own clothes, you were allowed to roam around in the studio slash warehouse but you turned away from the sketches on the table when the silence became too loud, facing Dongmin who cleared his throat as soon as your eyes met.

“Well, would you have said yes?” He raised a brow, all nonchalant, but you smiled.

“Try asking,” you challenged him which made him laugh and the rest is history. One year has passed and you’re still going on strong.

Later you got to know that all of his previous models were either his friends or a friend of a friend, so him asking you was actually a big thing. Once you were added to the big friend group chat, Jaehyun couldn’t stop teasing him about it and telling you endearing details about how nervous Dongmin apparently was before that first modeling session of yours. Because of course, there were more following that.

Snapping back to reality, you tilt your head while looking at your boyfriend.

“Like it?” You ask as innocently as you can but your breath hitches when Dongmin slides a hand over your bare side protectively and leans closer to your ear.

“Very. Might ruin your lipstick later,” he promises in a low voice, his warm breath tickling your skin, then he pulls away but keeps his hand on you as he leads you out of the metro station. He walks slower deliberately, so you could keep up with his long legs.

“So… will you tell me now where we’re going?” You can’t help but inquire because curiosity has been bugging you so much. Dongmin asked you to make your day free in advance but he didn’t say anything about his plans and he gave no hints either. Unlike you who accidentally told him about the concert tickets you bought (which he first laughed about because of your overdramatic reaction but his face lit up nevertheless as if you brought him down the stars), he was too good at keeping secrets.

“You will see soon,” he grins at you with his boxy smile like a promise and doesn’t crumble even seeing your pout. He must really want to surprise you because that usually works.

And surprise he does when he takes you all over Insadong, to the second floor of a crammed, colorful building in the middle of an artsy district of the city to a jewelry studio.

“Wait… wait! Is this what I think it is?” You turn to your boyfriend with widened eyes when you see a poster about custom ring workshops beside the entrance. “Han Dongmin, you’re such a romantic!”

“Am not,” The boy denies immediately but he’s not looking into your eyes, apparently too busy searching up the confirmation email on his phone.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” you mutter, smiling from ear to ear as you attach yourself to his side and crane your neck to look around in the studio. Now you understand why Jaehyun suggested wearing less jewelry for today’s activity.

You can’t stop smiling even as you are sitting down at a table after receiving protective gloves and an apron instructed to take measurements of the finger you want to make the ring for. You immediately reach out for Dongmin’s hand. There’s something intimate in the way your fingers slot together and you pay attention to every knuckle and even the needle scars on his fingertips from his hard work.

Dongmin is an artist and good at craft like that, so obviously the ring he makes for you is prettier than the one you make for him but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all. He doesn’t want perfection, he wants you with all your flaws and clumsy metalsmithing skills. It takes a few hours and a bunch of help from your instructors but you walk out of the studio with matching couple rings. Dongmin isn’t big on PDA but you can get away with holding his hand, the new rings still warm to touch grazing. You love holding his hand or just playing with his fingers; you love the casual intimacy of it, that you get to be close to him like this, connected in such a simple yet meaningful way.

At the metro, you nudge Dongmin’s side to make him look at you and there’s only fondness in his eyes which makes you feel spoiled. He always looks at you as if you were special.

“Thank you. I love it so much,” you tell him, wanting to commit this moment to your memories. Right next to the first time he told you he loves you. It was an accident, something he blurted out during play fighting while you acted pseudo sulky and you were so surprised you almost fell off the couch because he was an actions over words type of guy. You couldn’t make him say it again once realization hit both of you but you loved him in spite of it. Because of it. You just love him.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Dongmin smiles and you melt like every time he calls you that. You close your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder, the ring bearing his initials feeling like a promise on your finger. He’s mine, mine, mine and I’m his, his, his, your heart chants all happy.

you [image_83464.jpg] woon baby i want to be the ringbearer at the wedding!! princess wonnie ✨ aww couple rings so cute! myungjae don’t flaunt your relationship in front of our single asses me when? TT

[onlinesuzie]

we need part 2 on hamzah x love island!

☆ hamzah vs. watching love island pt.2 ☆

words: 3.8k

summary: Hamzah had finally agreed to watch Love Island with you, Mandy and Martin. However, all night Hamzah couldn't keep his thoughts to himself and with the offer to take you home for the night, his desperation for you couldn't be contained, now you were both alone together.

notes: I HAD S00000 MANY DIFFERENT IDEAS FOR HOW THIS COULD HAVE WENT. i wanted to try writing a hamzah as more confident and the reader more nervous than i had in past fics so i hope that you guys love it!!

♡

The living room was alive with excitement as you, Mandy and Martin settled in for another night of binge-watching Love Island. The table was covered with an assortment of snacks—popcorn, chips, and a variety of dips—while drinks were scattered around, waiting to be poured. You checked your phone for what felt like the hundredth time, your anticipation was extremely evident.

Mandy was busy setting up the first episode on the TV, glancing over her shoulder at you. “Are you waiting for Hamzah to show up or something?” she teased, a playful smile on her face.

Martin chimed in, chuckling. “Yeah, you keep checking your phone. Should we expect someone much cooler?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Just making sure I didn’t miss any messages,” you replied, hoping to deflect their curiosity.

Mandy raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Come on, it’s totally fine if you’re waiting for him.”

You laughed, but inside you felt a flutter of anxiety. Little did they know that you and Hamzah had shared a kiss in the kitchen during their last visit. The memory lingered in your mind, adding a layer of tension to the otherwise lighthearted atmosphere.

“Honestly, it’s nothing,” you insisted, trying to sound casual as you tucked your phone away. “Just excited to get started.”

Martin shook his head with a grin. “Alright, alright. But if he does show up, can you tell him that he’s extremely late and he can’t be rude!”

You smiled, thankful for their lighthearted teasing, but the thought of Hamzah’s possible arrival sent your heart racing with nerves. As the opening credits of Love Island began to roll, the atmosphere in the room was filled with the excitement of Mandy and Martin, who were eagerly discussing the new bombshells introduced last weekend. You felt so nervous as you kept glancing at your phone, waiting for Hamzah to arrive.

Just then, the doorbell rang, sending your heart racing. You jumped up from the couch, a giddy smile spreading across your face. You opened the door to find Hamzah standing there, his familiar warm smile making your heart flutter.

Before you could say anything, he stepped forward and leaned in, kissing you softly. You melted into the moment, but the reality of your friends just a few feet away hit you. You pulled away quickly, glancing back toward the living room with panic. “Hamzah, oh my god! They might see us!”

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why not? It’s just a kiss.”

“Yeah, but it’s not just a kiss with you!” you whispered urgently, trying to keep your voice down. “Mandy and Martin are right there!”

With a playful grin, Hamzah followed you as you instinctively led him further into the house. “Come on, let’s go to the couch,” you said, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you dragged him along.

“Alright, alright,” he replied, his smile widening as he followed you. “But just so you know, I wouldn’t mind another kiss”

You shot him a teasing glare, your heart racing with a hint of embarrassment as you settled back onto the couch. You hoped Mandy and Martin hadn’t seen anything, even as you both struggled to contain your smiles.

As the opening scenes of the episode played out, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you. To add to the cozy atmosphere, you grabbed the soft blanket draped over the back of the couch and pulled it over yourself and Hamzah, wrapping it around the two of you.

Mandy and Martin were fully engaged in the show, their slight bickering providing a constant sound which distracted them from the tension between you two, your attention focused on Hamzah. The warmth of the blanket and his presence made you feel at ease, and you couldn’t help but sneak looks at him.

As you settled in, you felt Hamzah’s hand slip beneath the blanket and rest gently on your thigh. You turned to him, meeting his gaze, and he smiled softly, his fingers giving a gentle squeeze.

“Comfortable?” he whispered, leaning in a little closer.

“Mhm,” you replied, your heart racing at the intimacy.

Mandy and Martin were oblivious, wrapped up in the unfolding drama on-screen, laughing and arguing over the islanders. But beneath the blanket, Hamzah was drawing circles on your thigh.

You felt giddy as you settled into the warmth of the blanket, leaning just a bit closer to Hamzah, savoring the feeling of his hand resting on you. It was an innocent gesture, but the underlying tension between you two added a thrill to the evening.

A moment later, Martin leaned over to Mandy and whispered something that made her giggle quietly. You caught snippets of their conversation, the way they exchanged mischievous glances made you nervous.

“Should we?” Mandy asked, her eyes sparkling with a playful secret.

“Definitely,” Martin replied, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let’s go.”

They turned to you and Hamzah with playful grins. “We’re heading to the kitchen to grab more food!” Mandy announced, her tone light and teasing.

You watched as they both stood up, making their way toward the kitchen. As they walked away, Mandy glanced back over her shoulder, her eyes darting between you and Hamzah with a knowing smile. Your heart raced slightly at their teasing and the warmth of Hamzah’s hand still resting on your thigh beneath the blanket.

Once they were out of sight, the atmosphere shifted subtly. Hamzah turned to you, a cheeky glint in his eye. He squeezed your thigh gently, and the unexpected touch made you swallow harshly.

“Guess it’s just us now,” he said, his voice low and teasing, a smile playing on his lips.

You met his gaze, feeling flustered at his playful assertion. “Yeah, it looks like it,” you replied, heart racing.

Hamzah continued to hold your gaze. The world outside faded away as the connection between you two deepened, every second feeling charged with excitement.

As you both shared the moment, the air between you felt tense. Hamzah leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “You look really good tonight.”

A rush of warmth flooded through you, and you felt your cheeks flush at his words. The compliment sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you struggled to suppress a smile. “Thank you,” you managed to reply, your voice still quiet.

But just as quickly as the warmth enveloped you, a wave of worry crept in. What if Mandy and Martin could hear? You glanced over your shoulder toward the kitchen, half-expecting to see them peeking in, which only intensified your flustered state.

Hamzah must have noticed your reaction because he chuckled softly, leaning back slightly to catch your eye. “Hey, don’t worry. They’re too busy with whatever they are talking about to pay attention to us,” he assured you, his voice low and soothing.

You bit your lip, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I just don’t want them to hear us,” you confessed, glancing back nervously.

Hamzah smiled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “Trust me, they won’t,” he said, leaning in closer once more, his voice a soft murmur. “Besides, I really mean it. You look so good.”

His words lingered in the air. You wanted to respond, but all you could manage was a shy smile, your heart racing as you leaned into him just a little more, feeling safe wrapped in the blanket and his presence.

Just as you were getting lost in the moment with Hamzah, you heard the sound of Martin and Mandy returning from the kitchen, noticeably holding nothing. They settled back down on the couch, their laughter filling the room as they exchanged playful banter.

“Did we miss anything good?” Mandy asked, her eyes gleaming as she glanced between you and Hamzah.

You exchanged a quick look with Hamzah, both of you trying to keep straight faces. “Not much,” you said, trying to sound casual while your heart raced, still feeling the blush from his earlier compliment.

As the episode resumed, you all shifted back into the rhythm of the show. To your surprise, Hamzah seemed much more engaged now. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes glued to the screen, and began commenting on the islanders’ flirting with a newfound enthusiasm.

“Okay, but seriously, who actually thinks saying the same shit is going to help their relationship?” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. “These people are ridiculous.”

Mandy and Martin exchanged amused looks, clearly enjoying Hamzah’s sudden investment in the show. “Look at you, Hamzah! I thought you didn’t like this stuff,” Martin teased.

“I didn’t, but it’s actually, you know… whatever” Hamzah stated, a smile creeping across his face. “I just, you know, can’t believe they’re all falling for the same shit.”

It was as if the atmosphere shifted when Mandy and Martin returned, breaking the tension from before. Hamzah continued to contribute his thoughts, occasionally leaning closer to you to share his thoughts, making it feel as if you were in your own little bubble, even with your friends around.

As the credits rolled on the final episode of Love Island, you felt a wave of contentment wash over you. The laughter and chatter had slowed, and the comforting laughter of the evening made you subconsciously smile to yourself. You started gathering your things, slipping your phone into your bag and reaching for your jacket.

Mandy and Martin exchanged glances before Mandy spoke up. “So, have you booked a taxi to take you home yet?” she asked, leaning back on the couch.

You were about to respond with a casual “not yet” when Hamzah interrupted. “I’ll just take you home,” he said, his tone casual yet sincere, looking directly at you with that familiar warm smile.

You paused, slightly taken aback by the offer. “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you said quickly, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks.

“Seriously, it’s no trouble at all,” Hamzah assured you, his eyes holding yours. “I’d be happy to.”

Mandy and Martin exchanged knowing looks, the corners of their mouths twitching into mischievous smiles. Mandy giggled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Yeah, who knew you would be willing to take someone home, Hamzah!”

You felt your heart race at their teasing, yet you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the idea of leaving with him. “Okay, that sounds great,” you said, trying to sound unbothered but unable to hide the smile that gleemed across your face.

Hamzah stood up, a grin lighting up his features as he offered you his hand. “Ready to go?”

You took his hand, feeling the warmth of his grip, and stood up. As you moved toward the door, you caught the glances from Mandy and Martin, a feeling of happiness settling in your chest.

As the car hummed along the road, you glanced out the window. The streetlights blurred past, and you turned to Hamzah, noticing that you were headed in the opposite direction of your house. “Um, are you sure you know where you’re going?” you asked, a teasing lilt to your voice. “Because my place was back there.”

Hamzah shot you a charming smile. “Oh, I know exactly where I’m going,” he said smoothly, his tone playful. “But I have to admit, you’ve been driving me a little crazy tonight.”

Your heart raced at his words, a thrill coursing through you. “Oh really? And what makes you say that?” you replied, trying to sound unaffected, but your voice wavered slightly.

He glanced at you, a teasing grin on his lips, his hand casually resting on your thigh. You felt warmth radiate from his touch, and your breath caught in your throat. “Let’s just say, it’s hard to concentrate when you’re sitting right next to me, looking like that” he said, his voice low. “I think I just need a little more time alone with you.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at his compliment, and the way his hand lingered on your thigh sent your heart racing. He chuckled softly

You felt your pulse quicken, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside you. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of distraction,” you teased, though your heart raced at the implication.

“Maybe you are,” he replied with a smirk, his thumb brushing against your thigh lightly. “But a good distraction. One I wouldn’t mind spending more time with.” His gaze studying your reaction.

Your mind raced, flustered by his proximity and the warmth of his touch. “Alright, I guess I can stick around for a bit longer,” you managed to say, leaning back in your seat, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in your stomach.

Hamzah’s grin widened as he nodded, clearly pleased with your response.

When you arrived at Hamzah's place, the atmosphere felt extremely tense. He parked the car, and as you both stepped out, he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. The warmth of his hand made your heart flutter as he led you to his front door.

Once inside, the cozy glow of the living room welcomed you. Hamzah turned to face you, his expression was inviting. “Make yourself at home,” he said, his voice smooth. You couldn’t help but admire the way the light highlighted his soft features.

Before you could settle onto the couch, Hamzah gently pulled you toward him. With a swift, fluid motion, he lifted you onto his lap, positioning you comfortably against him. The sudden closeness took your breath away, and you felt your cheeks flush as you instinctively wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

He looked up at you, a teasing smile on his lips. “This is much better, don’t you think?” His hands rested on your waist, grounding you in the moment.

“Definitely,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to maintain your composure. The heat radiating from him was intoxicating, and being this close felt exhilarating.

Hamzah leaned in slightly, his breath warm against your ear. “I’ve wanted to spend time like this with you all night,” he admitted, his tone playful yet sincere. “Just us.”

You met his gaze, your heart racing at the intensity of the moment. “I’m glad we finally got the chance,” you said, a shy smile spreading across your lips.

He smirked, clearly pleased, and his hands running up and down your waist. “So am I,” he replied, his eyes focussing on your lips. The way he looked at you made your heart face, and you couldn’t help but lean a little closer, taking in every beautiful feature of his face.

As you settled into his lap, Hamzah looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with admiration. His hands found their way down to your ass, resting there gently but possessively. You felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks, and you instinctively looked away, embarrassed by the intensity of his gaze.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice deep, "look at me." You hesitated for a moment but eventually turned your gaze back to him. "You're really beautiful, you know that?" His words sent butterflies racing through your stomach, and feeling shy at his compliment.

Before you could respond, Hamzah leaned in closer, his expression shifting to one of intent. "I've wanted to do this all night," he murmured, his breath warm against your lips. Then, without giving you a chance to think, he pulled you in for a kiss.

His lips met yours softly at first, but the kiss got hotter, igniting a spark that set your entire body alight. You melted against him, feeling the world around you fade away as you surrendered to the moment. His hands squeezed your ass, pulling you even closer, and you couldn't help but get lost in the warmth and heat of his kiss.

As Hamzah's lips pressed against yours, his tongue attempted to explore your mouth, waves of tension releasing through your entire body. The world around you faded into the background, and all that mattered was the connection you felt in that moment. You instinctively combed through his curls, tugging at his hair as the kiss grew more passionate.

His hands slid from your ass to your waist again, drawing you in even tighter as the heat between you intensified.

You felt a rush of heat mixed with a hint of nervousness course through you, Hamzah's presence was comforting but so very hot. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss as his fingers gripped your sides, igniting sparks of desire that made your heart race.

Every brush of his lips sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and you couldn't help but respond with equal desperation, kissing him back with an urgency that made him smile against your mouth, biting down on your lip. As the kiss continued, you felt a sense of freedom and excitement, the tension that had been brewing between you finally breaking through in the most intoxicating way.

As the kiss deepened, Hamzah pulled back slightly, his warm breath brushing against your cheek. His eyes sparkled with admiration, and a soft smile graced his lips. “You look absolutely breathtaking like this,” he murmured, his voice sincere, sending a shiver down your spine.

Before you could respond, he leaned in closer, trailing rough kisses along your neck, from your collarbone to just below your ear. Each touch turning you on more, you instinctively leaned into him, surrendering to the warmth of his affection. “You have no idea how stunning you are,” he whispered against your skin, his lips lingering with an intoxicating tenderness. “Fuck, seeing you here on my lap, it’s driving me insane.”

Your heart raced as you felt your cheeks flush at his words. “Hamzah,” you breathed, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration filling the air around you.

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his hands resting firmly on your waist. “I truly mean it,” he said earnestly, his expression softening with genuine affection. “You’re so beautiful, and having you here with me, like this, feels so right.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell, and you felt a rush of warmth at his heartfelt compliments. “Shut up Hamzah,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you caught his gaze.

Hamzah smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that made your stomach flutter. “You deserve to hear it,” he said softly, leaning in closer, his breath laboured as he rested his forehead resting gently against yours. “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this, just the two of us, you feeling good against me.”

His words hung in the air, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The connection between you felt deeper than ever, charged with unspoken promises. As you gazed into his eyes, you felt a sense of peace and excitement, knowing this was only the beginning of something truly special.

As Hamzah's kisses trailed along your neck, a spark of excitement coursed through you, but when he playfully bit down, a gasp escaped your lips. The sensation was hot, sending shivers down your spine and making your heart pound against your ribcage.

“Hamzah,” you whispered, your voice laced with desperation. You glanced away from him, worried that Mandy and Martin might catch a glimpse of the red marks on your neck. “What if they notice?”

Hamzah pulled back slightly, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Let them see,” he teased, his voice low and playful. “I want them to know how much I enjoy having you here.” He leaned in again, his lips brushing against your ear, sending another thrill through you. “But I also don’t want to share how insane you make me feel just yet,” he added, giving you a smirk that made your heart flutter.

You felt a mixture of thrill and apprehension, torn between the desire to lean into his affection and the worry of your neck being seen. “I don’t know if this is a good idea…” you said, biting your lip, but the way he was looking at you made it hard to resist.

Hamzah’s expression softened as he gently cupped your face with his hands, bringing your attention back to him. “Just trust me,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “I’ll be careful.” He planted a soft kiss on your neck, his breath warm against your skin. The thrill of his playful bite lingered, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement mingle in the air.

As Hamzah leaned in closer in the comfort of his living room, his hands slipped beneath your shirt, brushing against the soft skin of your waist. The sensation sent a delightful shiver through you, amplifying the warmth that enveloped both of you. The intimacy of the moment felt intoxicating, and you couldn't help but lean closer, craving more of his touch.

His fingers danced along your sides, exploring the curve of your body with gentle caresses that made your heart race. The warmth of his hands against your skin sent hot pulses through you, igniting every nerve ending as he moved with urgency. You felt entirely enveloped in this private world, far away from the distractions of the outside.

"Hamzah," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, exhilaration and nervousness flooding your mind.

Despite the intensity of the moment, a tiny part of you worried about your relationship being discovered, but in Hamzah's house, there was a comforting sense of privacy that made you feel a little bolder.

He caught your gaze, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "We're all alone here," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just you and me." His hands continued to explore, his hands finding a way to your bra squeezing your breast gently, igniting a heat that spread throughout your body.

You felt the world around you fade away, leaving only the sensation of his touch and the magnetic pull between you. The worries about the marks he was making were replaced by the heat of being so close to him. Each rough caress was a reminder of how much you longed for this moment.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Just relax," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We can take our time." His touch was hot and burning, and as he caressed your breasts, you felt yourself melting into him, the rest of the world fading away.

You leaned in closer, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the tension between you electrifying. The night stretched on, and with every rough movement of his hands, you were drawn deeper into the intimacy of the moment.

[hirayaea]

Seiya: Your emotions are spilling out.

Kinoa: You’re the same! You weren’t able to keep your cool when you met her, right?

Seiya: …

the jp lines differ so greatly from the eng lines in this part of the story; and to discuss it, we have to start with jeremiah’s voice acting

in the jp dub, when jeremiah meets mc, he’s so excited, then when mc thanks him he begins to sniffle, saying:

Kinoa: No need to be so thankful. I never would have thought the day would come that I could be of service to you… huhu

the “huhu” there literally exists as 「ううっ」 which indicates sniffling/crying, and we can hear that clearly in the jp dub

after this, mc is kinda weirded about by how sincere jeremiah is, and this is the point where xavier steps between them and says something to the effect of: ‘ah, this guy is just overly friendly’

this is, of course, xavier’s way of covering up for jeremiah’s tears, because mc has absolutely no clue why jeremiah would be emotional about her

mc accepts this reason, and has that cute conversation with xavier where he gives her all the james bond stuff + flowers, and then she goes on her way

when she leaves, jeremiah and xavier have the conversation as seen at the start of this post

but in english, this is the conversation:

first of all: I am very much aware that the main text is in cn, hence I’m not sure if, at this point, it’s just translator preference coming into play; but as I can only understand en and jp, I will focus on comparing those

I really don’t know why he says “it’s flawed” in the en version—it raises the question: what is flawed? mc’s presence? the plan? mc’s entry to the forbidden zone? it even makes less sense when jeremiah steers it back by asking if he was able to keep his cool when he met her. there’s no continuity to “it’s flawed”, but because jeremiah changes the topic, we accept it and the story goes on

now, if we go back above to the jp version, seiya uses the term 「綻びだらけ」 —which is a actually a very nuanced phrase. it usually means “full of tears” or “full of open seams”, but it can mean “full of emotions that broke through” or “being unable to keep emotions in” such as suddenly being unable to help but smile or cry

we use jeremiah’s voice acting and his response to identify our nuance. jeremiah was sniffling, then he replies 「お前も」 to seiya, which basically means “you too”, followed by the line “you weren’t able to keep your cool when you met her, right?”

so it only makes sense that the meaning of 「綻びだらけ」 here is being unable to keep emotions in, as both of them accuse each other of being emotional when they first meet mc, but they’re supposed to be not (because of their secret + non intervention policy)

it’s interesting also how in jp, jeremiah is certain seiya wasn’t able to keep his cool, as he phrases his sentence in an accusing manner; but in en, he asks it like a knowing question

honestly, in the end, the overall storytelling is the same, but I feel like due to the conversation, the subtleties of jeremiah’s character as both mc and xavier’s best friend is more pronounced in the jp version

again, just thought I’d share my thoughts on this!

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ofc this post is for @skynapple as she made a post recently about jeremiah’s role in xavier’s life

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source: main story

disclaimer: i am not a native jp speaker but i have studied it formally + lived in jpn! but if you see anything that needs to be corrected I’ll be glad to learn and discuss it! thank you!

[applebinnie]

▶︎ˏˋ aye-aye, captain! >< ´ˎ˗

𖦹 part I ! 𖦹

ᯤ fishing boat operator!leehan ᯤ

→ Your neighbors back in your family province owned a really cool fishing boat. The sweet couple taught you how to use it so you could help with fishing duties during the summer. However you stumble upon the said boat, which is now (unfortunately) under the management of their oddball of a son. 

warnings: none! except for the fact that I'm vv mid at writing and it's my first time writing in eng so please reduce your expectations to ground level 😭

💭: I'm still experimenting with the whole y/n thingy, and I was thinking, should I name mc yuu or should I just keep it at y/n? lmk!

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

You woke up at the crack of dawn to get dressed and ready. It's the summer, and that means you'll be staying at the province! You looked forward to everything the place has to offer, from the fresh air to the salty fragrance of the beach. But one thing you always look forward to is the nice family next door and their cool fishing boat! You can't recall if you still know how to use it. The captain gave you a crash course on how to operate it last summer, but you weren't really able to give it a go yourself. You decided that the first thing that you wanted to do today was to fish!

You see the captain and his wife smiling upon your arrival. They always treated you like their own daughter, greeting you with a warm pot of your favorite soup and a kiss on the forehead. It was always like that, except now something is missing from the usual greetings. Aside from their dog, Connie, there had always been a third figure peeking from behind Mr. Captain, waiting for the right time to jump and chase you around the front porch.

Leehan, the couple's only son wasn't around to welcome you, which was odd, considering that he was always the first one to approach and show you his new fishes or brag about their cool boat. He always trailed closely behind Mr. Captain, carrying his adorable little Connie. You always thought he was a little weird, but that doesn't mean he isn't the sweetest boy you've met.

"I haven't seen him since this morning! that boy ran out the door as soon as he finished eating, I don't even know anymore," Mr. Captain sighed. You finished eating and went out to look for Leehan.

"Han?" you called out. You went out to the sand, but you couldn't find him anywhere! You then saw Riwoo, the kid who always carried around a camera and small packets of bird food to feed the gulls.

"Riwoo!" You waved at him. He wore a beach hat with a wide rim, covered in sand and seaweeds.

"Yuu!" He waved back. Usually, when Riwoo is around, a few steps behind him is Woonhak. You didn't even need to make an effort to see Woonhak, who was clearly behind the mango tree. No wonder he always lost during hide and seek games, because he thought that if he can't see you, then you can't see him either, and the constant peeking and giggling gave him away.

"Boo!" You tapped at Hak's shoulder. He scrambled to hide his phone, sliding it in the pockets of his shorts. "Hey Y/n, didn't see you there, ha...ha." He chuckled nervously. You were starting to think that he was hiding something. You looked behind him.

"Are you okay? Are you looking for something?"

"Nothing, thought you were hiding an insect of any kind to shove to my face. "

Woonhak laughed at your response. But it was true, he was indeed thinking of scaring you with a fake plastic lizard.

Still no sign of Leehan. You figured that he's probably with Taesan at their favourite usual spot: the docks.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

💭: "But val, you're a riize blog!" I had a little too much fun making this I had to restrain myself so I cld finish the other fics during the VERY little free time that I have 😭 also, I had no idea that it was saturday today I legitimately thought it was friday ?!?! anyways I hope you guys like it RAGHRAGHRAGH - val 🧸

[juniebugs]

assigning marvel heroes engineering majors (1)

i tried to write this so it makes sense even if you don't know much about engineering!! this post has my headcanons for peter parker, steve rogers, tony stark, and clint barton!!

as a preface, i am very aware that most of the marvel heroes would not in fact be in school for engineering even in an alternate universe. unfortunately, my fixation on both superheroes and engineering knows no bounds.

please feel free to ask me any questions about eng or for further explanation my reasons for these picks!! i am only in one type of eng but know many people in other disciplines so hopefully i'll be able to answer :)))

Peter Parker - Mechanical & Biomedical

I truly, truly believe the correct peter parker engineering take depends on what portrayal of spiderman you are looking at. like tobey's spiderman? would not touch biomed with a pole let alone mech. ... that peter parker is so far from engineer...... i dont even know where i would put him. materials? pls send your opinions if you have them.

BUT MCU, tom holland, spiderman would definitely definitely be in mechanical & biomedical. i actually got this from an irl friend, so if you see this somehow pls say hi LMAO

mechanical is one of the most common streams of eng and, while absolutely not something i ever want to touch, is really neat. it centers around keeping things in motion (contrary to civil engineering where if something is moving you're in trouble). it applies physics in really cool ways which i imagine would be a draw to peter just on the sole basis of personal interest. mech also plays with materials as it explores elasticity, deformation, fractures, yield strength, and other materials things i have blocked out LOL. when i think of that aspect i feel like it matches really well with the designed suit, the webs, and, if you listen to the science jargon he throws around in the movies, some of his prior knowledge.

biomedical engineering is actually used by some (the insane) as a gateway into med school. it covers human anatomy and genetic engineering (radioactive spider????). i do not believe peter would do med school too (because that student debt tho) but i also can't imagine him not trying to apply what he learns to helping others. i am personally partial to applying engineering principles to physiology and i can just imagine him implementing his mechanical knowledge into making prosthetics. if i had the brain power for this degree i would love to do that.

Steve Rogers - Civil Engineering

.... listen. steve rogers would fight a war before sitting in an hour lecture about dirt. i know this and acknowledge this wholeheartedly. HOWEVER,,,, I have a friend in civil with a special interest on sustainable design and you cannot, cannot tell me that isn't steven rogers coded.

civil engineering is not architecture, like at all, which i think is a common misconception if you don't know engineering well ( totally understandable!) unfortunately, i don't think civil caters to his artistic side that well but as someone who likes art but only does it as a hobby next to eng, i think thats okay.

civil engineering is kind of the mother to environmental engineering in the sense that they both look into wastewater treatments, geology, and even environmental planning (in some cases) but civil will also go into more detail with structural components and design of buildings. you'll find civil engineers involved in every building being made and in every town council ensuring clean drinking water and working sewage systems. typically they specialize into one or the other but shhhh ignore that for this post.

what i am trying to say here is that this would give steve a shit ton of wiggle room which i think he would use to help both the environment and people. paying engineers is expensiveeee especially for qualified, capable ones. i think steve would find deep satisfaction in working either for free or for the bare minimum cost (not that you should - know your worth :) ) and i think that he would actively use his work to call out designs that endanger communities or their environments.

this man knows his local engineering ethics code and WILL call someone out.

Tony Stark - Engineering Physics

when i started writing this section i thought it was going to be the easiest but unfortunately i did in fact have to phone a friend. tony stark is THE engineer so narrowing him down to one discipline felt impossible. my friend suggested engineering physics so i went with that.

the thing is eng phys is THE engineering degree. it is wonderful because you look at almost every thing mech, elec, and comp related (will explain more below) without specializing too greatly. it is also difficult because you don't specialize. for tony stark, who did not have to go into that internship grindset mentality, it would all be net positives.

to make the suit i immediately knew tony needed to have an extremely good knowledge on BOTH electrical (circuitry, coding, wires, magnetism, fun stuff) and mechanical (explained in peter's section!!). i was considering a double major but then was stumped because i love my elec and mech friends but they have no desire to produce a new element and also... creating an arc reactor??? plus AI's??? while likely related to software, it he would have bare minimum had to have had a good computer engineering (kind of how it sounds, engineering related to building and using computers and components of computers, lots of overlap w/ elec) background.

to wield the amount of science knowledge tony stark has an be able to apply it in an engineering context he would either have to be a genius (which like canonically he is so yknow) or take every course offered to engphys students (and some).

i think as a student he would have also enjoyed that not having to specify aspect. i imagine him always in the pursuit of knowledge. yay eng physics!!!

Clint Barton - Materials Engineering

If you've read the reasonings for some of the characters above you have likely thought to yourself "wow, such clear arguments, time must have been put into this" which like yes but also no because for this decision i am going exclusively on vibes.

materials focuses on, well, materials. it looks at both composition and properties (plus how composition effects properties). my friends in matls tell me its pretty research heavy which doesn't really fit with clint, i am aware. but every person i have met from this faculty i am convinced would get along with him.

I KNOW THIS ISN'T GREAT REASONING. i think that engineering would always be second to other things or interests in his life (even when he's a student) but I think the promise of a stable job and the hypothetical applications are really interesting. matls and mech can be surprisingly similar and i think he would find more satisfaction in manipulating materials to better fit his goals than in being stuck within predefined constraints.

plus, imagine creating a new material for like the tensile strength of your bow. incredibly cool

I'm thinking i'll work on doing more of these as i find the time!! i definitely have a few ideas for other characters, i just need to figure out how to articulate my reasonings haha.

if you have any ideas or shared interest in engineering and superheroes please let me know!! i have also been recently into the bat family, as you could probably tell by my reblogs, and am thinking of doing a version with them also!!

[paperconsumption]

just finished a project where i took a page of the japanese translation of howl’s moving castle and translated it back into english w/o looking at the original eng text and it’s got me really interested in seeing how books i like have been translated into japanese. like w/ howls moving castle there are a bunch of small changes to make the humor suit the language more and in murderbot the translator literally invents a personal pronoun for murderbot to use, i assumed they’d default to watashi but they took advantage of jp using so many personal pronouns to depict murderbot’s inhumanness in a way that was impossible in the original language ! and probably covers for untranslatable moments from english that did that!! translation is so cool does anyone else here like translation

[obstinaterixatrix]

also went on a paddle boat with sister, it was fun I haven’t done it in like 7 years. we stopped by a book store, and

1) there’s a physical copy of A Hero in the Demon King’s Castle which was surprising to me because syohei(/inutoki)’s got really off-beat style so I’ve figured they’d be too niche to be licensed, plus it had a dust jacket WITH author/artist bio AND the extra comics on the actual cover… I didn’t get it because I’m not quite ride or die for it, but I am reconsidering because syohei’s art is just really fun. plus it’s just a well-printed book, how often do you see manga printed in eng with dust jackets? I’ll probably reread it and see if I Really Do Want It. if anyone wants a bit of a wacky read with interesting art, give it a look. I actually… really like inutoki & syohei’s other anthology more because I really like the love interest of the main oneshot but it also has one oneshot that’s pretty vicious to the point I’m not sure I’d actually get a physical copy lol

2) speaking of pretty vicious, a physical copy of one of asada nemui’s works was there which I think is pretty cool, her art is sooo interesting to look at. it’s not as crazy as syohei’s, but it just feels… direct? impactful? just an appealing style. I wouldn’t buy a physical copy of that one, but I’d get one of sleeping dead… I’d consider getting the anthology but she really paired two of my favorite oneshots while having the main story have My Hardline Exclusion Criteria 😞 I’d get the other anthology tho, no hard no’s in that one. where was I going with this? well, if you like strange morose rancid toxic romances, definitely look up asada nemui and also a list of content warnings

3) on that note, it made sense to list manga alphabetically by title back when it’d take up a single shelf max, but I think book stores really need to rethink manga shelving, especially since more bl with smut/het with smut/yuri with smut is getting licensed and distributed

3a) by the way there were quite a few yuri titles, which is a cool change! I already had the one I liked

3b) buy ‘5 seconds before a witch falls in love’ it’s so good. I LOVE the main story. I am lukewarm on the other oneshot. the main story is SOOOO fun, zeniko sumiya has kind of a more shounen-esque art style and she usually draws bl so you need to treasure her fun & dumb witch/witch hunter shenanigans

3c) I mistyped shenanigans as shenanigals lmao that kinda fits still

3a) and the other ~15 I’ve read and dropped because I wasn’t interested in them (I showed sister the cover of SHWD—like, I also want muscular women but I cannot get over some of the anatomy, those are beach balls attached to her chest? like it’s not the aesthetic of Anime Titty Jiggle Physics but I really cannot get over it) but I’m glad there’s more yuri. mostly. I hate that the gamer one is there, the art and writing is so weirdly uncomfortably… H for something that is a SFW slice of life, and I didn’t like a few of the other series that sister pointed out because they were really. too long with not enough sense of direction/momentum to have satisfying character/relationship progression. BUT IT’S GOOD THAT MORE YURI IS BEING LICENSED.

3) anyway I was thinking that there should probably be more a delineation between either genres or age of audience, but at the same time, that’s tricky—having an 18+ section could make it uncomfortable for folks who enjoy being able to browse without a glaring neon sign that indicates they’re looking at smut, dividing by genre can make it tough for folks who want to take a look at gay romances/lgbtq autobio more surreptitiously,

3d) well, I would imagine it’s less of a huge deal now than it was ~15 years ago, but homophobia still is a thing

3) so in the end I have no defined conclusion to my thoughts on manga shelving in english-speaking countries

4) I saw several copies of nagisa furuya’s works! I might go back for number call, that was the first one of hers I’ve read and it’s really cute. I was telling sister, this might sound bad but I like how… standard her art & writing is, it’s very clean and pleasant, her low(ish)-stakes slice of life fluff is really good. also nice to have sfw options for introducing folks to bl

5) this is completely unrelated to this bookstore trip but a couple of weeks ago I saw an m/f romance and was like. do I know this artist from bl??? but I looked up the artist and didn’t see anything I would recognize, it’s just… the way older men is drawn is so…

5) like I know I’m stupid biased because I read an inadvisable amount of bl but he looks like a guy straight out of my miserable office worker bls. I feel like I should know him from bl. I guess I just forget that m/f fans also like older men because all the josei romances I’m involuntarily exposed to are very (…) Like That

5a) mangaplanet REALLY needs to reorganize its genre divisions. hardcore josei smut shouldn’t be lumped with shoujo. hentai should not be lumped with shounen. guys what is going on there

5) but I’ve been thinking of reading it because even by style alone it looks like it’ll at least be unique m/f (though, if I’m gonna read m/f, my preference would be for a miserable older office lady and kinda punk-ish younger guy, but oh well…) it’s just, the cognitive dissonance of squinting at this guy and being like. you belong in a bl.

6) I need to get back out of the habit of reading bls to pass out at 2am 😔 for a while I finally dragged myself back to sleeping at 1am with my baby leash (screen lock) but I’m back in my bad habits. I could at least look at the unhinged horror m/f racher’s been begging me to read just to diversify what I’m pouring into my brain. oh, also sister gave me night is short walk on girl to read and the writer really did deserve all his awards, his character voice is extremely arresting

[nenupharhein]

Fairy tail goofy hc

Mostly queer, FR/ENG (/créole vite fait genre une phrase)

POV Natsu et Happy :

Lucy becomming more and more buff as she train.

One day Natsu thought he got the concept of gendre but no.

One time Sting try to eat himself bc he was so hungry, bc he can eat what's white.

Erik real name is Eric but he thought it was more swag with a K.

Erza is a tismé sucré des îles sucré au surce carameliser.

Meldy has a jelly fish hair cut.

JELLAL IS TRANSFEM, because she is too cool to be a man, so erza is a lesbian !!!!!!!

T4T GRUVIA

Natsu is poc and Zeleph is white as an ass

Mavis speak creole, bc she's from Tenro

Jubia got mommy issues (i will explain later)

Erza is buff lika Patty on tiktok.

The girl and girlies got an MMA club (the sport not the assurance)

Readers do art therapy on demand

Macbeth is non-binary. They never got over the closure of skyblog. Mira give them her old wardrobe and Luxus his old CD.

Erik is immunized to every poison but he's lactos intolerant that dumbass

Lucy got a carabiner for her keys bravo les lesbiennes

Crime Sorcière became a registred guild and with the help of the concil then try to reinsert crimminals to society (i will explan later)

Cana is from the south of France, le pastis o con putaing

Bacus is from Bretagne, BREIZH DA VIKEN

Zoro from one piece is vendéen

Makarof the first time he saw Natsu eating fire : Ti marmail la la baise la science (the expression is from my mother idk)

Gadjeel eats his own piercings when he is hungry

Lisana have been influence by edo-Lucy, so is now roasting the shit out of everyone. Her favorit sentance is : elle comme ou quoi cette pute ?

(Sorry for the last one, that was a french meme. Sorry for my frenchness)

Reby and Mirajane host a podcast and invite the guild members, and some time other guild. (Once they had crime sorcière as guest , and they get the council au cul) (for the defense of crime sorcière, they thought it was a podcast for fairy tail members only)

Macbeth is a huge fan of Mozart l'opéra rock, their favorite song is "L'assassymphonie"

Gadjeel has the certificate (or whatever it is) to pierced people, but only Reby can get free piercing.

So Reby got a navel piercing, and some on her ears

Erza a a scar on the right eye (the one she cover), because action has consequences and healing everything without scars is boring. Or if not a scar she can't see with the fake eye or something. At least she can never cry from that eye again.

She has also a scars burn on her arms since she stopped the fight between Nastu and Grey

Wendy healing magic (or any healing magic i guess) is like an acceleration of the healing or scarring process, so it live scars and stuff.

After Jubia sacrificed herself to save Grey, she get chronic Pain (or something like that, idk i'm not a doctor)

Jubia is bi, when she says "rival in love" when talking about Lucy, she's talking about the rivality between Lucy and Grey. She's in love with both of them. (Jubia also had a crush on Erza, but every girls in ft got a crush on Erza)

Sting il a découvert sa bisexualité a l'envers, il pensait être gay et un jour il a eu un crush sur une meuf (too lazy to translate this one, but it's like the Chevalier de Lorraine in Versailles)

Bisca and Arzak are bi4bi

Erza get actual armor, not the things she has on the anime where she's half-naked most of the time.

And they also have magic clothes that can resist to magic, so they don't finish half-naked

Sting discovered his bisexuality in reverse, he thought he was gay and one day he had a crush on a girl (not lazy anymore)

Yukino and Minerva are dating 🥰💗🎀

I have many hc but i forget the rest. I will do an other post maybe. Maybe focus on a specifique character.

Also I don't know how to use Tumblr so forgive me.

I also can't speak a proper english sorry

💗🌸🎀

[systematicallycapricious]

I'm a bit late to the party, but I recently got the first volume of the English P4U2 manga!

I am absolutely geeking out over comparing the Jap, Eng, and fan-Eng versions, so if anyone has any pages or panels they want to see side-by-side across the three, let me know and I'll make a post for you! I can't do the entirety of the book of course, but I can do a few pages at least.

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(Below the cut is my initial opinion on the quality of the translation work, some comparisons between various details of the Jap volume and the Eng volume, and some more manga page side-by-sides.)

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As for my impression of the translation work so far... To me, it feels like the translator was trying to preserve more of the original Japanese language/culture than Eng-P4AU chose to? Not in every instance though, as there's definitely cases where vernacular translations are utilized instead of literal. But where more literal translations are favored, the wording can feel a little awkward or OOC in English.

Even still, it's a pretty cohesive reading experience, in my opinion.

Also, they translated "Plume of Dusk" correctly, which is a relief. I was worried that some of the technical lore terms might get bungled by literal translations, lol. Conversely, while I'm glad that they didn't preserve Jap-Teddie's "-kuma" habit, and happy that they included a few bear puns in accordance to Eng-Teddie's speech habits, I do lament the low quantity and diversity of bear puns in Teddie's speech overall. Maybe there just wasn't a lot of good places for those in this volume though, so I'll have to see going forth.

Oh- and I noticed that some of the background signs and text got translations as well, which I think is really neat. (I don't read enough manga to know if that's just a standard feature of manga translations though, lol.)

Granted, this is just my first-read first impression, and I don't know enough Japanese to know if some lines may be translated less accurately or not. Plus, I tend to be on the lenient side when judging the quality of creative works. So please refer to other opinions as well if you're trying to decide the quality of the translation for yourself!

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Fun fact: the Eng version was printed bigger than the Jap version (at least for the Jap volumes I have; no clue if they printed those at multiple sizes).

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Also something cool about the Eng version is that it comes with the same color illustrations as the Jap version had, just sized-up. The exclusive edition also comes with a bonus fold-out poster of the original volume cover!

The end-of-volume artist/editor comic was included as well! I'm personally very glad to finally know what this comic says. My respect for Rokuro-san and Sakamaguro-san (the fish) as creatives has grown even further.

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Here's a few other page comparisons too because I found them interesting. xP

(If you wanna see the fan-Eng in higher quality than the screengrabs I used, you can find it on Mangadex [here].)

[aquagirl1978]

...hello my wonderful dear😍...can i have, especilly bc we get his eng route soon, him with no1 bc i think he needs a family (i even think he would love to have a big one with many children) and i see a primal urge do give his wife everything he got😏...thank youuuuu 😘

Yes, I still have Kinktober requests in my inbox - I didn't forget any of you. Let's pretend this is a fine wine, and the aging process made it better 😂🌹

I Found You - Vlad x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of my Kinktober 2022 event

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Prompt: breeding

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI

"I found you."

You turned to find the owner of that soft and sensual voice. Your lover, your husband. Standing there in the garden on that unseasonably warm winter day, a single red rose in his hand.

"Vlad..."

He held his hand outstretched to you; placing yours in his, you stepped closer to him. Breaking the stem of the rose, he tucked the red bloom behind your ear, smiling softly at you, his crimson eyes twinkling like the stars in the sky above.

Silently, he guided you towards the blanket he somehow laid out without you noticing. He takes a seat in the middle, his body sprawling out on the soft fabric. 

“Come, sit with me,” he said, his voice soft and alluring. You shut your eyes, his words already starting a fire in your belly; as if he were surrounded by a magnetic aura, you found yourself floating towards him, taking a seat next to him. 

Smiling, he handed you a glass of champagne. After clinking your glass with his, you sipped the bubbly beverage, its taste sweet on your tongue. 

“What’s the special occasion?” you asked, your head already starting to feel light and your body warm after only a few sips. 

“Can’t I just pamper you?” he replied with soft laughter. He held up a strawberry, its scent so sweet and so strong you could almost taste it. Teasing, he traced your lips with the berry; lips parted, your teeth grazed the fruit before he pulled it away too soon. 

With a seductive smirk, he popped the berry into his mouth, eliciting a disappointed pout from you. He leaned over and his lips captured yours in a succulent kiss. The taste of the berries sweet on his lips, his tongue quickly sought entrance into your mouth. Moaning, your mouth opening, your tongue met his, twisting and tangling in a passionate dance. 

His hands caressed your neck, his touch gentle as he deepened the kiss, sending tingles down your spine. Raising your hand, you twined your fingers in his soft locks;  a low groan rumbled from his chest as you pulled ever so slightly on his hair.

Barely breaking the kiss, both of your bodies breathless as he lifted you onto his lap. “That’s better,” he whispered in between kisses, his hand slipping under your skirt, your back arching against his hardness as he dragged his rough palm across your sensitive skin. 

“Vlad…” Your body writhed against his, his name the only word on your lips as he pushed away the strip of damp fabric hardly covering your core, sliding a finger inside you. Your breath hitched as he pushed another finger inside, stretching you, preparing you. 

“You’re ready,” he whispered, his words laced with lust, before gently biting your lower lip, breaking your kiss. After removing his fingers from your core, he shifted your pliant body in his arms, eagerly pushing away the many layers of your skirt. You shivered, the air cool on your skin despite the fire blazing inside youre body.  He wrapped a strong, lean arm around your waist, as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your exposed entrance. A thrill ran through your body, the idea of engaging in this act outdoors both new and exciting.

His mouth hot on your neck, his kisses sure to have left bruises, he pushed your body onto his, his hard cock slowly stretching you, filling you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he allowed you time to adjust to his size. 

Gently nibbling on your neck, his hand pressed firm on your belly, he whispered into your ear, “I want to make your belly swell.” He waited a moment for you to realize what he was saying before lifting your hips off his cock.

“I want another baby,” he added, confirming his earlier statement, slamming your hips against his so hard you cried out. “Be as loud as you like. There’s no one who can hear you out here.”

Your body rocked against his, your hips thrusting hard and fast; he pushed your blouse down, his palm covering your bare breast, his fingers teasing your hardened nipples. 

Rapture quickly rolled throughout your body as your lover filled you with pleasure, his hands rough on your hips as he slammed your body down against his. Tilting your head back onto his shoulder, aware you wouldn’t last much longer, you cried out his name once more as the pace of his strokes increased.

Knowing you were close, he kissed the curve of your shoulder. His fangs descending, grazing your delicate skin, your body alight with anticipation of the pleasure that would come from his bite. 

“Bite me, Vlad.” Your words were nearly breathless as your body, pressed tight against his, was filled completely with his cock. You gasped at the initial pain of the bite; no matter how many times he had bitten you, the initial sting of the pain remained. 

But soon a soft smile spread on your lips as a pleasure greater than any human should ever experience filled your body, your heart, your soul as Vlad spilled his seed inside you.

Unsure how long you remained on his lap, bodies still joined, Vlad placed gentle, soothing kisses on the already fading puncture marks on your skin. He continued to hold your body against his in a tight embrace, while stroking your hair soothingly. 

“We should go inside,” you managed to say softly. “The kids….”

Vlad chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Just a few more minutes. In a few months, we won’t have such peace.”

Tagging: @redheadkittys @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @chaosangel767 @atelieredux @ikehoe @kpop-and-otome @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady @kisara-16 @lordsisterxotome @violettduchess @jet-ivory @bellerose-arcana @crypticbibliophile @yarnnerdally @tele86 @nightfoxqueen @wendolrea

[sequoiareachesforthesky]

After seeing all of the not so cool stuff happening in the Japanese side of the MILGRAM audience, I wanted to share some positivity about the international MILGRAM community.

I'm French, so I specifically wanted to highlight the honestly fantastic work put up by the MILGRAM FR YouTube channel. They are releasing french covers of all of the prisoners songs, with the help of various French utaite (some of which are pretty big names in the french community. Like I wouldn't expect non-French people to know who Sumashu is but goddam. I was quite impressed to see him as mikoto).

I find the dedication of this MILGRAM FR group truly amazing. Although they're not trying to translate the entirety of MILGRAM material that exist, they make high quality covers with beautifully translated lyrics. (My favourites are the Bring it On lyrics but sadly, Futa's songs have been removed from the channel for now, as the team has parted ways with his former cover artist. The covers should be back soon with a new singer tho!) It makes me proud of being french (which is not something I'm usually proud of ngl 💀) to see this part of the community making MILGRAM accessible to a french audience.

Of course I'm writing this post in English so it's likely that whoever reading this doesn't speak French, but that's the point! Getting people who wouldn't usually come across this channel to check it out!

There's so many people contributing to making MILGRAM more accessible to non-japanese speaking audience, and I'm forever grateful to them. Of course there's everyone translating the VD (especially @/onigiriico, thank you so so much for your translations), the unofficial MILGRAM Eng twitter account, the MILGRAM fancult (although they've deleted their twitter account, they've done a lot of translating timelines from the app and such), and all of the contributors on the MILGRAM wiki.

And that's only the sources I have personally come across while getting into MILGRAM. There's probably a lot more I didn't mention. Without them, I wouldn't have been able to enjoy MILGRAM as much as I currently do, so I'm thankful to all of them. Really.

And that's not even mentioning the various users on social media who share their theories, thoughts, headcanons, fanarts, fanfictions, memes and more about MILGRAM.

I was feeling a bit down about the MILGRAM community today, so I just wanted to make a post where I'm happy about it instead, where I can remember why I love it. Not to sound too sappy but fandoms as extension of works of fiction are truly amazing. Telling stories is amazing. Talking about them is amazing. And as someone who struggles to openly talk about my personal interests offline (and even online honestly), just seeing that other people are just as invested as I am in a story, if it's not more, truly makes my day.

Anyway, that was a bit unnecessarily long, I hope you guys check out MILGRAM FR and are having fun in your lives. Have a nice day!