#kyi writes

[kyistell]

I'm going skating but I decided to whip this up before I left sooo ENJOY!!!

New Jersey-

Play Fights

Every region has their own thing that they do as a fun competition. The West Coast does comedy nights, where they see who can make the most people laugh. The South has what they call Hunt Offs, to see who’s the best hunter. And the Midwest likes to do cook offs, with the South being taste testers.

The North Coast has play fights, multiple rounds through the course of two days, normally held on a weekend. This includes Maine all the way at the top of the North Coast, all the way down to Florida, which allows for a larger roster.

It started as just a thing the New Netherland area did, over time it expanded to include the whole of the North East, then Delaware wanted Maryland to join and soon it spireled to the whole North Coast.

Of course it started out friendly enough, everyone tended to go a bit softer on Georgia since he isn’t nearly as rough as everyone else. Then North and South Carolina would make a bet when they fought, which had Pennsylvania open up a proper betting pool. The play fighting weekend always ended up with everyone sore to all hell and back, saying to themselves to never do this again and specifically never go up against New Jersey again.

Jersey was strong, while it didn’t visibly look like he could pretty easily lift 400 like it was 20, he could. However he often forgot just how strong he was compared to everyone else, it wasn’t like the rest of the states were weak but when compared to them, Jersey was like a powerhouse.

He isn’t too sure as to why he’s so strong, especially since he normally comes off as looking like a twig, however he did believe it was most likely something demon related. He knows his own demon, not father, father is no slouch in the strength department, and Jersey also knows that he could easily get his strength up more. 

It’s not like he wants to hurt the others, he really doesn’t, sure it’s a bit funny to have Northie pinned down after five seconds of fighting and sure it’s amazing to be better than Yorkie, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s hurting friends, people who are basically his family.

Despite him being significantly stronger than the others, he never has actually won before. He always gets in his head when up against Yorkie, always ends up hurting him the worst, always dropping out after and just watches over the betting pools. 

It’s basically tradition at this point for Jersey to tend to everyone’s wounds after this, whether it’s early in the games or he and Yorkie were in the semi finals, it doesn’t matter. 

Jersey has a big heart, a big heart that can’t bear to see him hurt his family, so he’ll try to make up for it. Cooking for everyone involved, taking care of their wounds if Rhody brought a knife again (seriously he has got to stop doing that), just generally being a nicer person for a good week before he starts to go back to normal.

The next time the play fighting happens, the same thing will happen again, a vicious cycle that Jersey can’t snap himself out of.

[hanbinniesmango]

can we please talk about how fine myung jaehyun is?? he’s so everything, and i swear he’s an actual puppy like 95% of the time— and the need for him gets worse when we get to the topic of him subbing😞 like i swear he’s so loud and whiny when he’s receiving pleasure, him getting so overwhelmed whilst getting touched in different makes tears brim in his eyes def. his hips buck unconsciously, his mushy little brain can’t really produce anything coherent at the moment so you have to talk him through it, hold him down, and deny him once more. he lets out the cutest noises and his faces are priceless. i literally go feral at the thought of peggi— i apologize!!🥳

[komilys]

☔ + Spencer? ^-^ — @melosorbet

MELO TYSM FOR THE ASK IT DIDNT NOTIF ME??? thank you !! <3 also i’m so mad bc i finished this but then tumblr glitched and deleted it.

☔ — f/o and s/i got caught in the rain... write about how they handle it! did either of them bring an umbrella?

“i told you.”

“and i told you, there’s no scientific backing to that— you guessed,” spencer said.

we got back from a case earlier than expected, the rest of the team had gone out for drinks. as fun as that sounded, a go around the shopping center sounded better today, and spencer wouldn’t have let me go alone. i told him to go home, that it seemed like it was going to rain— and spence isn’t the biggest fan of rain— but he insisted.

two hours in, an embarrassing amount of cash spent, a chatty spencer going on about mall statistics, and two coffees later the rain finally started trickling in. a little too fast.

“it’s gonna get real bad, spence,” i teased him. “store right across sells umbrellas.”

he brought his foam cup to his lips and stared at me. “we’re not buying a thirty dollar umbrella,” he took a sip. “we have like three already!”

i shrugged. “’cause you never listen to me.”

“you can’t just know when it’s going to rain! you have no experience in analysing anything to do with that, and the weather’s like the most fickle thing to predict!”

i started to pick up the shopping bags, trying my best to cover the things inside. the paper material didn’t help. reid got up, cleaning up the table to help.

“statistically meteorologists are more accurate than you think, but it’s still not a one hundred percent accurate.”

“nothing is, reid,” i added, pushing in our chairs and gently pushing him towards the exit. “’cept for me, of course.”

he laughed. “oh, oh of course,” he looks back at me as we exit the coffee shop, stopping abruptly before the rain hits us.

“mentally prepared yet?” he shook his head.

i grabbed his hand. “we’ll just close our eyes and run… that way,” i pointed to the direction of the parking lot. granted, it was… far. but if we ran really fast, maybe we wouldn’t even get wet!

“we’re going to get soaked.” it’s like he could read my mind.

“we’ll take a warm shower when we get back.” i swing our hands together, an effort to lighten his pessimistic words.

spencer continues. “i’m going to get sick,” before i could counter his point, he added: “but i like it.. when you take care of me, so it’s not so bad.”

i smiled. spencer wasn’t one to admit that, not really. i think he still felt awkward and was adjusting to having someone he could rely on other than himself. still, i was glad i could be that for him.

he was psyching himself up to step out, i could tell. he was watching as the rain hit the ground and rippled, his fingers fidgeting— maybe calculating the odds of whether he’d be better off buying the overpriced umbrella. before he could talk himself out of it, i let go his hand and stepped into the rain, stomping in the puddle a little, chuckling. my glasses were getting foggy.

“what are you doing?!” spencer cried. “you’re gonna get sick, ki!”

spencer, or the blob that was spencer, was frantically moving his head in all directions, looking at all the people around us, i assumed. he was embarrassed by me, how cute.

i motioned for him to join me, and told him to hurry up so we could get to the car already. he shook his head.

“speeeenncee,” i whined. “come on, we can go home and i’ll make some soup for us—” his home, technically, but it felt like mine too. “get in the rain, spence.”

he looked at a loss. “are you crazy.. y..you’re so annoying!”

“as are you, doctor.” i smiled.

i put my hand out, waiting for him to take it. the bags were absolutely soaked and ruined by now.

there was a quiet squeak before i heard the splash and felt him grab my hand. he took it quicker than i thought, catching me off guard and even more so the way he ran instantly. i almost tripped over my feet and he practically dragged me the first few steps. i tried to tell him to slow down— (‘i have smaller legs, spencer!’), but all i got in response was a correction about my usage of ‘small’ rather than ‘short’.

i was sure people were looking now. even as we sped by. at least it would make for a good story, if odd, to tell on their way home or as they got ready for dinner. seeing two twenty-somethings running through an outdoor shopping centre as it pours. if anything, i hoped they’d notice the way spencer took my hand and how he tightly held on, and how when he did it was more than just him choosing to run through the rain. i hoped, at least.

[ourolite]

𝓒ONCEPT.ㅤ some professional boyfriend headcanons featuring xīn’yuè and a few others he figured imperative to receive attention in his overview. lil' commanding, he is. can you already imagine, or are you invested to see for yourself? if you're staying, may we interest you in a fragrance sample or two, free of charge? ℘RECAUTION.ㅤ switch fem reader, daddy kink, toys, condescending praise, slight bantering, implied exhibitionism.

༺ ceo!boyfriend who is the Chief Executive Officer of an intercontinental brand with the hall and trademark “Anzhong”; a subsidiary worldwide fashion industry with product lines that also include accessories, handbags, footwear, cosmetics, clothing, adult toys, and other minor trinkets such as writing utensils or home decor. The industry was also founded in 1928 in Lhasa, Tibet by Chagmo Kyi. You may also infer that the headquarters is located there as well, which is where the CEO in question dabbles a majority of his life besides with you or his two daughters, Maju and Blumei. There are over hundreds of active boutiques worldwide, at least 15,000 active employees, and their headquarters, which Xīn’yuè works at, is located in Lhasa, Tibet. The revenue of this company is at least 9.35 billion, making Xīn’yuè one of the richest CEOS any business has to offer. Similar to most compassionate businessmen, they soften up when it’s safe to, as it’s not considerably so in a workplace. Have to stay firm towards your subordinates, after all.

༺ ceo!boyfriend who is a spoiler as much as he doesn’t want to admit. Considering that he’s rather emotionally constipated, he utilizes his affection through quality time, affirming words, and gift showers. There are times where you receive the secretary treatment despite being the girlfriend, but he’s communicative enough to apologize for such. While the apology would always seem half-hearted and awkward, he redeems himself with a list of things since he knows the apology wasn’t the best; he truly cares for you but is only capable of showing it appropriately when he deems necessary. Relationships aren’t his forte, after all. Not only he has to worry about his career that takes up too much of his time, but his girls that also take up the little time he possesses when he’s on break. You get him to unwind often which he secretly appreciates, but outwardly he playfully reprimands or mocks you for catering to him like he’s some sort of child. You ignore him however, proceeding to give him head massages as the two of you binge your favorite show as the girls sleep. He feels safe with you. Always. But you’ll have to squint to conclude such.

༺ ceo!oc who canonically has two boyfriends. Yes, two. The phenomenon has yet to process ‘til this day, for he not only received the term and accurate accusation “bicurious” from his workout partner, Zolene Irene, but growing up in a judgmental household closes your mind in a negative manner (shout out to his strongly traditional parents that projected their opinions onto him, especially his homophobic father). Both are also spiritual entities, by the way, and as a human, it’s… overwhelming. One is a curt, cupidity maneki-neko with the name Indigo who happens to also be his financial advisor and natural migraine inducer. His other lover is a sasabonsam, a vampiric tree dweller who has yet to conclude the consequence of skipping out of work constantly just to do what he desires. Oh, I forgot to mention that they’re two Taureans. Taureans. The most obstinate Earth sign, let alone one of the three most in general. In summary, order is the last thing that household needs.

༺ ceo!boyfriend whose sex drive is on the low side of the spectrum, so you’re usually the one either engaging in sexual activities first or engaging in them by yourself; graysexuality is no joke. Generally however, he understands that you have needs, so he doesn’t mind pleasuring you when he feels comfortable despite him not feeling anything in return but genuine entertainment. Though, on another note, when you voice your outwardly desires, he not only gives you a captious expression that corresponds with his sardonic reassurance, but claims that some of the things you want from him are completely unethical. Naturally, you didn’t like this response, let alone his inability to take a moment to put himself in your shoes, so you left the idea alone. Naturally again, he felt a subtle sense of regret a while after that discussion, so he planned on how exactly he should make it up to you without giving into your desires…

ℌ Side note, for the most part, it didn’t work. He gave in.

The perspiration bubbling in the subtle arch of your back was prompted by the sudorific vibrations that emanated from the personalized bullet vibrator that was buzzing against your clit. Your tumescent bud pulsated effervescently as your hips scoured against the trembling surface, forcing moans to elude from your tepid, lazily parted lips. The vibrations were mellow and arrhythmic, hence your relatively desperate mannerisms, as you failed to reach the orgasm that was nearing, evading, nearing, and evading. With unreliable assistance, that is, seeing as the tip of the device was stagnant and pressed against your soppy clit, vibrating louder due to its inundation. If only the vibrations were just a little stronger, but even you understood that this behavior was well deserved, for you believed that guilt-tripping him for not utilizing your idea sooner was the best route.

“Can I finish now? Please? Jebel? Bài tuō?” You implored sycophantically, your blissed-out gaze imbued with lechery as your dampened lashes fluttered upwards at the one who was torturing you on the frigid surface. Obstinacy is nothing but a drug with no ideal remedy; this was evinced with the way the asshole you were star-fucking merely hummed dismissively in response, lightening the pressure from your clit just to watch the vulva quiver. The lack of the response immediately influenced your obsequious actions to falter with a miffed pout and a hip gyration; if you possessed the ability to trade places with this individual within seconds he would’ve been cumming and hyperventilating right about now.

“Sweetheart, don’t leave me like this.. Don’t you feel sorry for me? Hm? Mmmh-maybe even horny for me for once? Hm, daddy?”

The left curve of the well-adored and cross-country CEO’s lip quirked up for a moment in acknowledgment, but also derisive, once you mockingly quiered him. Everything was a muddle, a concupiscent muddle. There was no recollection of the prior events; all you remember is what’s happening now and later. What now consists of a yukata-wearing billionaire looming over the desk of his office, the glass surface besplattered with crumpled papers, prurient excretions, and excessive handprints. Then later that said inspirational figure will leave you knee-buckled and exhausted over the desk as he roughly persuaded you on why disobedience was never an option to begin with. An intense idea to state, but you’ve been through much worse, believe yourself.

“I figured it was prudent to continue stalling,” Xīn’yuè clarified vaguely in a collected tone; the eloquence parroted the tone of him relaying messages to one of his many, many subordinates despite you being nude from the waist down, tainting the glass below your ass. He predicted your protests, hence the immediate impulse to slide the bullet vibrator back inside of you, earning a sharp, shaky whimper that was immediately muted by him. He already wasn’t fond of the idea of making you cum in such a vulnerable setting; it was a miracle that neither of you were caught by a frantic employee with effervescent news. “Not only for ‘efficiency’s sake’, but to assure that any potential slip-ups—notably from you—remain a simple mystery.”

Your plush thighs trembled harshly in response, plus the clicks of the vibrator that indicated that the volume was being turned up was just as inebriating as his sardonic statements. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that this was custom made for you, but you could definitely wrap your legs around his waist for ultra stability. Merino white rings enveloped around the midnight-hued toy as he fucked you with it in a gradual pace, not to mention that the name “Anzhong” was embedded within it in bullion only to be sealed with sticky cum created by you. Even the mere thought of that brought you closer, which was also determined with the way your drenched walls embraced the toy with fervor and the sibilated mantras of pleads that escaped your throat.

After acknowledging that you're close, and also annoyingly and worriedly loud, he slipped the object back out, earning not only exasperated insults disguised as guileless complaints, but an abundance of clenches that yearned for the nostalgic repletion. With a miffed, critical look, he took the cum-coated object before tapping your lips with it in order to interrupt your objections, taking the moment to keep you temporarily silenced by pushing it inside of your mouth, his fingers holding onto the ends so it doesn’t slide down your throat and asphyxiate you. His free, clammy hand however, was now placed on your exposed hip, grasping onto the flesh softly before the veins of the exterior emerged from the epidermis. Xīn’yuè’s bored look now embodied some remnants of puckishness once your silence managed to be the only thing that excited him tonight, which was concluded by the twitching awakening of his semi-hard dick.

“Now, be a good, sweet puppy and clean it up. Intractability, by definition, is something I don’t get along with often, so behave accordingly and quit whining.”

⑅ neso productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

[littleshopofchaos]

I have a question for you guys because the genocide going on with Palestine has reminded me of something

For school, college or university, did any of your work involving making an actual blog on Amnesty International/WordPress ect and your school said you had to pretend to be in the shoes of those in crisis and write from their POV?

Because I remember, for Humanities and History class when I was 13, my teacher made me a blog up and I had to pretend I was Aung San Suu Kyi amongst other people and other scenarios e.g soldiers in a warzone

I just... what the fuck?

[starlinesmusic]

uh anyways i guess i’ll introduce myself since i’m on tumblr now

hello my name is kyi, im an independent artist from the uk and i make music under the name starlines. i write songs about missing ur internet friends, feeling sad, and wanting to sit out in the rain. i make all my music by myself in my bedroom, and my best friend draws my cover art for me. i currently have 2 singles and an EP out on streaming platforms, with a new single (hopefully) coming out in early 2023

and that’s basically it!! if u wanna support a struggling kid with their overly ambitious music dream, then i guess i’m the artist for u :)

[ceaselesssnownrain]

"Have we destroyed ourselves since the launch of voyager...or have we gone on to greater things."

{WIP Artwork} Hello! I'm Kyi otherwise known as Colorado and this is my comic project: Ceaseless Snow/Rain (CS/R) and I'm glad to be launching a tumblr about it! Follow along with me as I write out this wonderous story and, of course, get the opportunity to know more about the characters. This is three part story with an already planned ending and beginning. The rest of the work is just planning out the middle and give myself breaks so I don't burn out! ^^ I haven't 100% decided where I'll be publishing but my goal is to use a manga/comic story format. Story Synopsis:

The year is 2185, and the world continues to develop with technology and the fantastic. Akrotiri Salah finds herself late for school, only to discover something terrible once she gets there. Beyond her scope, a mystery cult continues its efforts to take over the world.

[kingviktor9]

Who is a leader? and what do you call leadership ? These are two(2) questions that need answers. Trying to answer the first question appears like an ambiguity between intellectuals and people avid of power.Briefly, a leader in my own words; is someone who doesn’t sit to watch injustice, atrocities, inhuman treatment inflicted to people amongst whom he/she dwells. The leader is called to act diligently and bring together all the people and peace to a place. You need not to have a certain age, riches or a job title before to be called a leader. Throughout the Bible stories, we have leaders like Abraham, Moses and king Solomon , King David and even Jesus Christ, throughout their heroic actions peace was restored. Today again, we have many personalities in plenty of fields, who are today’s leaders: Martin Luther king Jr ,Mahatma Ghandi, Aun San sung kyi , Nelson Mandela, Mother Teresa, Pope John Paul ll and Muhammad Yunus and many politicians.

I wonder why our leaders become silent on some war torn countries or conflicts nowadays like Ukraine and Palestine and shut their mouth in front of many uprising protests around the world. We don’t lack leaders but I want you to be one emerging leader despite wherever you live and it is just as simple as let your voice be heard. God who made us, knew who each one of us will become and put our destiny into the path of people who will influence us throughout our lifetime. i want you to become my disciples and fight injustices. You need not to protest in the streets, stand up against injustices in a crowd, be angry like showing your anger to the world but you will know how write letters to great personalities. The letters, you will write will change the entire world for a cause. Letters are the arms I use to change the humanity.

Moreover, leadership describes the nature and environment of the leader. Jesus Christ after his resurrection from the dead, sent his disciples who received the Holy Spirit to preach the gospel and it is their mission. Although, you have a mission to accomplish on this earth and I believe in you and I believe you will do better.

[jewreallythinkthat]

If someone would be able to go through the notes on this post to find the person who reblogged this, added textbook Antisemitism, and then blocked me so I couldn't reply, I'd appreciate it if you could tag them so they see this.

You came onto my post, you called me a genocidal psycho, sprouted a textbook definition of antisemitism and then blocked me so I couldn't reply. That's cowardly and pathetic. I spent 15 minutes writing a polite response to your points because you presented them in a reasonable way, ignoring the personal character attack against me. So I'm gonna write it again and I hope you see this.

"Holocaust 2.0"

This is Holocaust inversion. This is a textbook example of antisemitism. The situation in Gaza is horrific and people should not be looking away. People are dying and there is a famine. This does not make it a genocide and it certainly does not make it Holocaust 2.0. Calling it this is repulsive and unbelievably disrespectful to the 6 million+ Jews slaughtered, the Roma communities erased, and the other minorities brutalised in an industrial slaughter the world has never seen before or since.

You talk about how the people protesting are the descendents of those almost wiped out by the holocaust. This is ridiculous, and grossly ignorant. The Netherlands had a Jewish population of around 125,000 people which increased to 140,000 with an influx of German refugees. 107,000 of these were butchered in Auschwitz ans Sobibor. I highly doubt the entire protest is made up of those descended from the few who survived and didn't flee. I know at least one person's sign said their grandparents were survivors. That's fine, and I'm sure there were Jews there but holding them up as the paradigm of the "good jew" and the entire protest is grossly antisemitic.

If you meant that they were descendents of those affected by famine in the Netherlands which the allies tried to mitigate by airdropping food in Operation Chowhound, once again these were not people who were targeted in the Holocaust. The Dutch famine in WW2 was a direct result of the war, and once again a famine is not a genocide. So who are you talking about?

You then say no Israeli Official should not be allowed near a holocaust museum. Why? For almost 80% of Israelis this is the history of their people. This museum bares witness to the crimes that were so evil that the term Genocide was coined to describe it. Everyone should understand how horrific it was and how it happened. Or are you implying they need to learn the lessons of the Holocaust? What lesson should Jews learn from the Holocaust exactly? Please do tell me...

Also I need to point out, if the Nobel committee won't take the iteral peace prize away from Aung San Suu Kyi for letting a literal genocide happen in Myanmar under her watch, because of the good she had done at the time of the presnetation you have no right to say Israeli officials who are not committing a genocide according to the ICJ have no right to see the destruction of their own people being remembered.

You think it's "disgusting" that me as a Jewish person doesn't recognise what's happening? I've been masochistically glued to the news since the Simchat Torah pogrom and have followed this for a long time before that, I would say likely longer than you seeing as I've grown up aware of what was going on. I've been a vocal critic of those currently in charge of Israel, I've talked a great deal with many people about what can be done to push for a two state solution. The fighting needs to stop, the hostages must be returned, aid my freely flow into Gaza to help the civilians and minimise more death from the famine, Gaza must be rebuilt and a Palestinian state formally established beside the Israeli one so both peoples can live in peace and security. I've put the work in in real life, not just sitting behind a keyboard and attacking Jews I disagree with. I desperately thought you may be open to a good faith discussion but you have made it clear that you aren't.

I really hope you can take a moment to reflect on what you said on my post and how unbelievably racist it was

Seeing the protests outside ethe opening of the Dutch holocaust museum, protests with a primary demographic of direct descendants of those who perpetrated the holocaust against their own Jewish neighbours is horrendous. Like they have come together to scream and shout at a Jew, talking about Jewish trauma.

I cannot ever believe that over 100,000 people were deported and murdered (75% of the Jewish population of the Netherlands) and the rest of the population were unaware. They either turned a blind eye or were actively complicit in getting the job done - the number of people who tried to help Jews was vanishingly small. So yes, I feel very comfortable saying that the decents of those who allowed the Jewish community to be obliterated are now the same ones attacking Jews in the modern day.

[crystallilytarot]

hey girl...I love your 18+ tarot pick a pile post!!😻

I'm kyi and my crush is oak...i feel like he's on and off with me.....can I have a "how does he feels about me" tarot reading?..🙏....love you.....and please forgive me if I write something wrong, english is not my first language....😍

💕🍀

Well it's really on and off. He has feelings for you, I think loves you. But also there's something that he is fighting with himself. Or if there's some differencies between you two, your background, so maybe somebody don't want you two together. But I feel it's more like some inner insecurities. But be patient, it seems he will figure it out, just give him some time.

[kyistell]

Hi! Idk if ur still taking requests for little snippets, but is it possible to request a little snippet of NJ helping Loui with his messy curly hair in like- a hot day where humidity is a bitch? 👁️👁️

*🩴*

As a guy with curly hair most times, humidity is such a bitch and happens whenever it feels like here in Jersey, no consistency. So this hit close to home lol.

Hot and Humid (The Worst Combo)

Every door in the state house was open, along with the windows. The Southern States were out barbecuing and the Northern States were suffering, except New Jersey.

It’s not like Jersey liked the heat, it was a pain in the ass, but it did mean he could go swimming and get good southern food, so he can’t complain too much. The problem was the humidity, it was ungodly humid out. Jersey knew humid intimately but this was ridiculous.

Almost every state was either in the pool or on the side relaxing or barbecuing. Almost. The only state that wasn’t with everyone was Louisiana, which Jersey would understand if it wasn’t for the fact that this is weather Loui would absolutely be in.

Jersey was about to go inside to find him when his name was called. Standing in the doorway was Loui, his hair frizzy and messy, looking just as miserable as most of the NE states felt.

Louisiana only had to say one word and Jersey would be at his beck and call. “Help”.

Jersey dragged Loui to his(Jersey's) room, looking at what products he had that could work, he realized he was severely lacking and would need to get more stuff again. He gave Loui a juice box and the tv remote and got to work.

Hair was hard, especially curly hair, it’s hard and annoying at the best of times and at the worst it’s near impossible. Jersey was basically an expert in all things hair but he was definitely wishing that Loui had come to him in the early morning before the humidity got too bad.

It took two hours but Jersey was able to put Loui’s hair into cornrows, that way if he wanted he could go swimming with the others. By the time the two got back outside some of the food was ready and it somehow got hotter and more humid, but at least now Loui’s hair wasn’t a mess.

(And if there was some magic involved to make sure his hair didn’t get affected by the humidity again, then that was between him and the demon he calls his friend).

[hanbinniesmango]

HHU reaction to being called pretty by their lover

kyy note//: i barely have anything on my mind to write and im not getting no motiv so please give me mercy 😞😞

seungcheol: you both have been watching a movie for some time now, chilling on the couch. you’re lying on his lap with a blanket atop you while he strokes you hair and looks up upon the tvs motions. you start to stare at him, being entranced by your boyfriends beauty. his jawline, his big, pretty, doe eyes blinking softly every now and then. the way he’s built gives you butterflies, it reminds you of all the times he’s picked you up and held you all types of ways. a smile reaches your face. he looks down at you and see you smiling and tilts his head a bit. “what’s got you all smiley, baby?” he says with a slight laugh. “cheolie, you’re so pretty,” you say with a sigh. “it’s almost unfair.” he smiles a bit his cheeks warming up some. “me? pretty?” he says after looking around a bit with fake confusion. you lean up out of your position and giggle. “yes you dork.” you say before you pull him into a sweet kiss, your hands caressing his face as you both share the kiss. you smile before you pull away, opening your eyes to him trying to chase your lips. he forms a pout with his lips and frowns then chuckles. “let your pretty boy kiss you more.” he says before pulling you back in for another sappy kiss.

wonwoo: you guys are playing your favorite game together on nintendo and are taking turns on one whole console. you said whoever loses this round has to clean the dishes and it sure as hell won’t be you. you feel you did great in your run in the game and you gave the console back to wonwoo, feeling confident. it’s about 1 minute into wonwoo’s run and he’s looking a bit too concentrated, and his score is getting higher by the second. shit, you can’t let him win. luckily you have a bit of tricks up your sleeve and you’re not afraid to use them. you reach over to him and blow in his ear, not gaining a reaction from him. you roll your eyes. you’re gonna have to do more than that. you climb onto his lap and straddle him. he looks up and you with a confused look before you start eyeing his neck. luckily you know where his sweet spots are! you lean in and place open mouthed kisses on his sweet spot, him groaning out and looking up at you. “what do you think you’re doing…” he says lowly. “im sorry you’re just so pretty won!” you say with a smirk. he tilts his head at you and smiles. you lean in and kiss him, murmuring, ‘pretty boy’ against his lips. he groans louder against your lips at the name before you pull away and giggle. you look down at the game before he can, laughing out a little, “oopsie!” “what do you mean—i can’t believe you.” you both look down again and see a game over screen that also says player 1 wins! “those dishes are waiting for you won!” you say as you leave his lap and rush out of the room.

mingyu: you wake up to something smelling really good, your instinct making you follow the smell. it leads you to the kitchen where mingyu is by the stove cooking. his tall figure in a little pink apron saying ‘kiss the cook’, and a cute pink bow that you put in his hair earlier that day. how adorable he looked. you waddled up to him with a smirk and wrapped your arms around his waist in a back hug. “goodmorning babe,” he says to you sweetly. “im making dinner for us!” he looks over to you with a smile on his face. “goodmorning pretty boy,” you say with a smile. for some reason the gears turn in his head. the praise getting to his head. “you look too cute in your little apron and bow.” you smirk before smacking his butt and walking away. he yelps and blushes hard. he feels really speechless after that interaction, his mouth open, but nothing coming out. “I…” he stuttered out. he continues to make dinner, his mind rushing with lots of different thoughts. he’s definitely gonna get back at you later.

vernon: here you both sit having a staring contest, him obviously winning. you don’t even remember how you got to this position, this situation in total. he’s sitting there, stotic expression just with a small grin on his lips. surprisingly, you’re not fighting for you life and actually have a calm face on, your eyes barely affected. you actually know how to play this game. “you don’t look very confident on winning, nonnie.” you say with a soft giggle. “im doing perfectly fine sweetheart, don’t worry about me.” funny he thinks he’s gonna win this game. his ego seems to be so high, not for long! (hopefully) you bring your hand to his thigh and tiptoe your fingers up and down it. “you’re honestly unbelievable, vernon,” you spill out. “wait what did i—“ “you’re so pretty nonnie~~” you giggle out. he blinks. a large smile pulls at your lips. “wooohoo!!” you yell out. “that was unfair, i want a rematch” he says with a smirk. “nope! i won fair and square!” you say after ruffling his hair and getting up. he scoffs and smiles at you before following you out the room.

kyy note//: also thanks to that one person who submitted a request for the seonghwa fic, it’s started! 3 paragraphs in💗😛

[komilys]

[ x ] gene during high school (about komi)

gene who stayed up late at night, he can’t sleep, all because of this stupid boy, stupid dante’s best friend. he hangs around him, borderline clings to him and gene acts like he doesn’t really care, but today komi asked a question: “do you want me to stop?”

and really it was his fault, gene had commented on it in a rather snarky tone. he didn’t mean it like that, but he wasn’t exactly having the best day and zenix making fun of him for it didn’t help.

but something about the gentle way komi asks, not a hint of judgement in his voice, and the way he looks up at gene, looking that pretty, has gene staying up late, doubting his response.

(which was, in his words: being a fucking dick and saying he didn’t care)

-

gene who attends school for the first time that month because komi came over to visit dante and said he missed gene.

“that’s weird.”

komi stiffened. “i don’t think so,” he paused. “i like you, so of course i miss seeing you around.”

and he just said walks away, back to dante’s room and gene can’t understand how— how he admits these things so… carelessly. as if it’s nothing.

dante sees gene putting his uniform in the laundry basket that night after you leave, excitedly asking his brother if he was feeling better now. (gene ignores the guilt of lying to his brother about his health).

he says yeah.

-

gene who comes to the realisation he’s starting to like komi, in a real and scary way. so he’s quiet. he’s quiet as he watches him casually cuddling with his younger brother during lunch, a normality for them. and he’s quiet as komi jumps out of his brother’s grasp and calls over for him, tripping over his skirt and falling flat on his face, but quickly composing himself and smiling so pretty.

and gene who thinks: oh.

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Kyivan Rus, then and now

Kyivan Rus was one of the most developed states of medieval Europe, lasting from around the late ninth to the mid-thirteenth century. It played a significant role in the history of the continent and the future East Slavic nations.

The territories of Kyivan Rus included much of modern-day Ukraine, Belarus, and western parts of Russia. Located in the center of trade routes, it was a link between Europe and the Arab East.

At its height in the mid-11th century, it stretched from the Baltic Sea to the northwest and the Black Sea to the south. Its center was Kyiv, Ukraine’s modern-day capital.

Fueled by Russia’s neo-imperial rhetoric, Russian President Vladimir Putin has portrayed Russia as the only successor to the medieval state, despite its center having been in Kyiv.

Russia has built its entire history through links to medieval Rus, the name of which it appropriated centuries after Kyivan Rus' demise. Historical work on Kyivan Rus also contributed to a misunderstanding of the state’s history.

According to historian Paul Magocsi, “For the longest time, English language writings did not distinguish the name Rus from Russia,” resulting in the “conceptually distorted formulation Kyivan Russia.”

Kyivan Rus met its decline in the thirteenth century when the Mongols invaded and sacked Kyiv, creating a centuries-long gap between the medieval state and modern-day eastern European countries.

And while Kyivan Rus is certainly the first stage in the evolution of the modern Ukrainian, Belarusian, and Russian peoples, the early Slavic state encompassed a massive territory with many different people living under it, undermining any modern state’s claim as its sole inheritor.

How did Kyivan Rus originate?

The origins of Rus and the foundation of Kyivan Rus have sparked a centuries-long debate that continues to this day.

Scholars have debated whether Kyivan Rus was created by the political self-organization of East Slavic tribes or if they invited outsiders, the Varangian Rus people (a group of Vikings) from Scandinavia, to come and create it for them.

Most of our knowledge of the period comes from the Primary Chronicle, written by the Kyivan monk Nestor at the beginning of the 12th century. Some of its details are questionable, having been written much later after the events.

The Primary Chronicle tells of the first of several powerful East Slavic tribes, most notably the Polianians. According to the Primary Chronicle, their chief, Kyi, built a town along with his brothers Shchek and Khoryv and sister Lybid in the fifth century and called it Kyiv.

According to the chronicle’s version of events, around the mid-ninth century, groups of East Slavic and Finnic tribes, at the time vassals of the Varangians, had set out to rule themselves.

Failing to do so peacefully, they sent an invitation to Varangian Rus nobles to rule over their lands.

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The Primary Chronicle says that upon receiving the invitation, the Rus' sent three brothers, Rurik, Sineus, and Truvor, to govern Staraya Ladoga (another chronicle calls it Novgorod), Beloozero, and Izborsk–all located in modern-day Russia. After his brothers' deaths, Rurik moved to Novgorod.

As the story goes, two of Rurik’s boyars, Askold and Dir, were sent to Constantinople and, on their way, stopped in Kyiv. Along with other Varangians, they managed to establish control over the city.

In the late ninth century, the new Varangian ruler of Novgorod, Oleh, came to Kyiv, killed Askold and Dir, and united the northern and southern lands, proclaiming Kyiv the capital and the mother of Rus cities, thus establishing the state that would later come to be known as Kyivan Rus.

“Although one can and should question many details of (the Primary Chronicle)…the legend probably echoes the actual consolidation of power by one group of Vikings in the forested regions of eastern Europe between present-day Velikii Novgorod and Kyiv,” Harvard historian Serhii Plokhy points out in his book on Ukrainian history titled The Gates of Europe.

Who are the key figures of Kyivan Rus?

In addition to Oleh (also referred to as Helgi), the growth and expansion of Kyivan Rus in its first two centuries are associated with his three successors, Ihor, Olha, and Sviatoslav, as well as subsequent rulers who developed Kyivan Rus lands and carried out several reforms.

Olha of Kyiv, who reigned from 945-962, was the only woman to rule Kyivan Rus and is widely known for her supposed harsh revenge on the Drevlians tribe, the tribe that assassinated her husband Ihor.

Revolts against extortive tax collection practices had become commonplace (the Drevlians having likely revolted for this very reason), leading Olha to improve tax collection practices through the introduction of pogosti, or administrative centers, that organized tax payments locally as opposed to by central authorities.

She was also the first member of the ruling family to convert to Byzantine-rite Christianity and is perhaps best known for improving Byzantine-Rus relations.

The “Golden Age” of Kyivan Rus is marked by the reigns of Volodymyr the Great and Yaroslav the Wise. During his reign, which lasted from 980 to 1015, Volodymyr expanded the borders and merged the remaining East Slavic tribes that were still not under Kyivan Rus' rule.

He also changed the administrative system of the state by dividing the land and assigning his sons to rule as local princes, subordinating them to the prince of Kyiv and ending tribal autonomy.

To unify tribes and consolidate his power, Volodymyr also carried out a religious reform – he accepted Byzantine-rite Christianity and allegedly ordered the baptizing of his subjects in the Dnipro River. Following the reform, he began building Orthodox churches, including the Church of the Tithes in Kyiv, which was destroyed several times throughout its history and never rebuilt.

Volodymyr’s baptism, however, has been the source of great controversy, with disagreement among scholars as to why Volodymyr accepted Christianity and when exactly the baptism occurred.

According to some historians, Volodymyr may have already been baptized and agreed to be re-baptized in order to please the Byzantine emperor.

Volodymyr’s son, Yaroslav the Wise, followed in his father’s footsteps and continued to increase Kyiv’s significance by erecting many landmarks, including the Golden Gate of Kyiv and the Saint Sophia Cathedral, the center of church-state politics and cultural life of Kyivan Rus.

Gold onion domes of the St. Sophia Cathedral and its bell tower, dating back to the 11th century, and the monument to hetman Bohdan Khmelnitsky in central Kyiv. (Getty Images)

Yaroslav ruled Kyivan Rus from 1019 until his death in 1054.

Yaroslav also focused on strengthening European ties through marital diplomacy. His daughters were married to the kings of France, Norway, and Hungary, while his sons married a princess of Poland, the sister of the bishop of Trier in Germany, and a Byzantine princess.

Yaroslav is remembered not only for his diplomacy and architectural treasures but also for his desire to implement political unity. He created a legal code called the Ruska Pravda (Rus Truth) and rules of political succession, ordering future sons to respect the authority of the Kyivan prince.

How did Kyivan Rus meet its end?

Constant conflicts between local princes left Kyivan Rus vulnerable to foreign attacks. In 1240, the Mongols managed to capture and practically destroy the city, precipitating what is considered to be the end of Kyivan Rus.

During the invasion of Batu Khan in 1240, Kyiv was part of the Halych-Volhynia principality ruled by Danylo Halytskyi, who had captured the city in 1239.

While the Kyivan Rus state ceased to exist as such, local princes were largely allowed to continue to rule over their patrimonies if they recognized the authority of the Mongols and paid tribute. This generally preserved the political and socioeconomic structure of Kyivan Rus, according to scholars.

The fragmentation of Kyivan Rus following the Mongol invasion gave rise to three powerful independent states: Galicia-Volhynia, located in central and western parts of modern Ukraine, and Vladimir-Suzdal and Novgorod, both located primarily in what is now Russia.

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Danylo Halytskyi, the ruler of the Halych-Volhynia principality, resisted the Mongols and tried to build opposition seeking Western support from Hungary, Poland, and Lithuania. He also requested support from Pope Innocent IV, who later sent a delegation that crowned Danylo Halytskyi as the King of Rus.

Galicia-Volhynia and Vladimir-Suzdal both claimed the name Rus for the lands they now ruled over but followed very different paths. The intermingling of different populations, social changes, and distinct politics transformed society and formed two separate states with their own characteristics.

Galicia-Volhynia was integrated into European affairs and was eventually divided between Poland and a new rising power – the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. The latter was also able to conquer Kyiv in 1362, over 100 years after it fell to the Mongols.

Meanwhile, Mongols ruled over parts of what is now Russia for nearly 200 years, during which time Moscow was founded by Yuriy Dolgorukyi around 1147 and rose from being a small settlement in the Vladimir-Suzdal principality to a center of power and key vassal of the Golden Horde.

During this time, old East Slavic languages, already considered to be distinct, officially split into two branches – Ruthenian (West Rus language) became the official language in Lithuania, and Old East Slavic became standardized in the Grand Duchy of Moscow.

Ukrainian and Belarusian languages are believed to derive from Ruthenian, while Russian evolved from the Old East Slavic.

How has Russia distorted the history of Kyivan Rus?

From the mid-15th century, the Grand Duchy of Moscow set its eye on expanding its borders. Moscow’s new ideology would center around the fact that all the territories once part of Kyivan Rus needed to be gathered into one.

In 1547, Ivan IV of Moscow, known later as Ivan the Terrible, was crowned Tsar of all Rus, despite having no control over most of the former Kyivan Rus principalities that became a part of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. The name Tsardom of Russia became interchangeable with that of the Tsardom of Muscovy.

On Oct. 22, 1721, Russian Tsar Peter officially changed the country’s name from the Tsardom of Russia to the Russian Empire, thus fully appropriating the name of Kyivan Rus and shaping its imperial identity. He also proclaimed himself as the emperor of all of Russia.

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A couple of decades later, Catherine the Great would see an urgent need to write a new version of Russian history, fueled by the rapid expansion of the Russian Empire during her reign.

On Dec. 4, 1783, Catherine issued an order to set up a “Commission for making notes about ancient history, mostly of Russia,” which was tasked with fulfilling her vision of history. This version effectively proclaimed the Russian Empire as the successor to Kyivan Rus.

Six months before Russia’s full-scale invasion of Ukraine in February 2022, Russian President Vladimir Putin published an article calling Ukrainians and Russians the offsprings of “ancient Russian statehood,” distorting history and claiming Russia as the only heir of Kyivan Rus.

In fact, Putin didn’t even mention the name Kyivan Rus in his essay, instead referring to it as Ancient Rus.

Russia has also sought to purge its own national history of the links between modern-day Ukraine and Kyivan Rus, despite an obvious historical relationship between the two.

One month after the start of Russia’s all-out war against Ukraine, Russian independent media outlet Mediazona reported that employees of the Prosveshcheniye group, Russia’s largest educational publisher, were urged to reduce and sometimes even omit references to Ukraine and Kyiv from all school textbooks, including ones that make connections between Ukraine and Kyivan Rus.

In attempting to create historical continuity between modern-day Russia and Kyivan Rus, Russia has sought to legitimize its right to rule over Ukrainian lands and justify its aggression against Ukraine.

[ao3gingerswag]

oh yeah. im rereading the last chapter of the outside to get back into the groove of the story to write the next chapter and i remembered. the whole thing with sam dragging the bucket that's too heavy and refusing to let cas help. that is a metaphor. for like the situation at hand. i dont know if anyone picked up on that tho.