#one is upper case the other one lowercase

[madrabit]

hii 🩷

i've been thinking about bojance a lot lately (as one does) and... do you think Jan has a type? brown-haired, brown-eyed, strong, passionate, talented musicians with thick thighs and tattoos, who are also very kind and caring and considerate and funny, love animals (especially dogs), whose smiles are bright enough to brighten even the darkest days and are basically sunshine personified, perhaps?

i'm starting to see a pattern here 🫣 ("starting" i say as if i hadn't been thinking about this for longer than i'd like to admit hshsh)

Hey 🩷✨️

Ngl that's exactly as one does, cause I've also been thinking about BoJance a lot 🤭

Jan definitely seems to have a type, cause Bojan and Nace do be the same typeface, but a different font. Also both of them together just give comfort vibes, so how could Jan not wanna cuddle up with them? 👀

The look he gives both of them is so similar, so full of love and awe and it's just so sweet and soft and I'm sure that how they both treat each other also has a lot to do with him being into both of them. Idk, they just seem to complete each other and I think that is beautiful 😌❤️

[hotluncheddie]

Hi! I'm going to ask more than one question if that's okay! 2-show us a picture of your handwriting? 8. any reoccuring dreams? And 24- what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

hi!!! that is more than ok!! :)

2. handwriting omg... ok, just want to say I CAN write nearly. but it takes too long and gets boring so this is how I generally write, like how i would just jot something down.

… for anything important, I type.

(*y does this feel so intimate lol, ur seeming my handwriting and i'm blushing)

8. reoccurring dreams oooh - not really, i generally don't remember my dreams tbh (which is how i like it, remembering my dreams makes me feel groggy and weird). i think i've had a dream where the floor by my bed is water and there's a shark in it, maybe twice? but there no like, one dream i have regularly 👍

24. hmmm i guess a few things, small things like i cut my hair myself and it looks good, or i finished my summer exchange fic and people like it. and bigger things like i'm a little burned out and its making it hard to stay on top of everything, but so far i've managed to stay mostly kind to myself. i dunno about like, one big thing. :)

ty so much for these!!! ✨❤️🫂

questions i think would be fun to be asked

[mtcloudsworld]

ᙃ𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | oh he BIG mad, he mad mad...but do you really care? Nope, not at all.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, fem!reader, AK!Jason Todd, rough sex, backshots, knife play, deranged situationship, toxic, both got some issues but like each other's crazy, got a sick twisted mind, lowercase intended edited but in case you see any errors ignore it, ty. Enjoy lovebugs! 🦠🩷

I could play the doctor, I can cure your disease If you were a sinner, I could make you believe Lay you down like one, two, three Eyes roll back in ecstasy I can smell your sickness, I can cure ya (cure) Cure your disease

"aww you mad?"

your body was slammed down on the desk, face first.

"don't." he warns. you smirk, speaking in a mocking tone.

"oh I've made you mad huh?"

your voice was silky, sultry and dangerous, your laughter taunting and teasing, it pressed all the wrong buttons at the right time.

your attitude had the upper hand in this argument, and he didn't like that one bit. It drove him insane actually.

his hand pressed against the side of your head, you smell the mint from his breath as it hit your ear.

"shut. your. gotdamn. mouth." he spoke roughly, clearly not in the mood to be played with.

hands tied behind your back, your eyes were glued to the glowing mask right by the side of your head.

it stared at you with a certain hum of a phone call ringing through the coms but he doesnt bother to answer.

he was too sexually frustrated and vexed with your ass to deal with other important, stressful matters.

your face grows annoyed but was still amused, feeling him pull away. you could still sense him standing right behind you, his heavy cologne and gunpowder lingers as he starts to shuffle, fabric ruffling and then a zipper...

the next thing you knew, you were getting your treatment handed to you.

"always got some shit to say," he murmurs, fucking you recklessly from behind.

sounds of the desk creeking and skin slapping skin echoed between the office space as clear as day.

you were loud, shamelessly, loud.

to the extent that if anyone were to come down that hall, they would hear how good he was making you feel. but neither of you would care, you'd be too busy getting your shit rocked.

you'd think, being disciplined for that disrespectful ass mouth would get you to learn... something, right?

naw, it actually enhanced the problem.

you hummed pleasingly to his hips snapping against your ass, watching the fat jiggle-- fingertips digging into your sides, had him cursing underneath his breath.

his gloved hand pulling at your hair, you sit up with a whimper, jaw unclenching as you gasp at the quick tug.

the lukewarm air hitting your exposed nipples sends a shiver down your spine.

a smug smirk rises to your lips when he starts talking crazy in your ear, feeling something cold and sharp at the base of your throat.

"seems like I've shut that ass up, don't have nothing else to say huh?"

nothing he was saying came off as a threat, intimidating or scary. if anything it turned you on even more. even the feeling of his knife pressed at your neck made your pussy throb around his lengthy dick.

"you're such an asshole." You sneered, laughing hysterically, "but damn, do you fuck me so good. Though this knife feels nice around my neck, I'd rather your hand be there instead." your grin grew wide. something so evil, so sinister and sickening about it, made jason believe he wasn't the only deranged person in this room. With a messed up past and twisted mind, you had it too.

and fuck, you had him.

the way he was so quick to just give you anything was mind blowing.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and it fucked with his mental, badly.

and as you whimpered and moaned his name like a pathetic. little. bitch, not caring that this knife was so close to slitting your throat while he fucked you with little regard to the brink of tears spilling from your eyes-- made him come to the realization that... you were crazy, psychotic.

you fed off of his crazy because you yourself was crazy. the way he roughly manhandled you, spoke raunchy words of vulgarity at you, drove you insane.

even when you talked crazy, he knew how to handle you.

you were so close to cumming.

gripping the edge of the desk, mouth gasping for air. your eyes darkened when you made eye contact with him. his hips rutting into yours. there was no warning that you were cumming but he felt it.

he felt the way your body tensed and quivered, knees buckling as you clenched around and cum all on his dick. his own hips stuttered against you. grunts deeply within the confines of his chest, he huffs, cumming right after you.

looming over you with his hands placed flatly on either side of you on the desk, his chest heaved heavily.

trapping your vulnerable body between his strong bulky arms, his face buries into the crook of your neck. beads of sweat cascading down the sides of his temples. you reach up to brush through his dark locs, feeling his lips trail up around your neck to the underside of your jaw.

his mouth leans in to give you a sloppy wet kiss, vigorously feverish, his hand wraps around your throat dangerously. the pulse of your heart beating quickly beneath the pads of his fingers causes his grip to tighten, secretly enjoying the way he can feel it so visibly.

moaning into his mouth, you begin to perch up against him. your ass grinding onto his hardening dick, he groans.

"more, baby. I want more." you beg, whining, feeling his hand go back onto the desk for the other to be fondled with your left tit, groping at the flesh and pinching at its sensitive nipple.

he curses underneath his breath tiredly, shaking his head at your resilience.

"fuck, you'll be the death of me woman."

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 ©𝐦𝐭𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[wchswift]

── 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲?

pairing! dean winchester x fem!reader

→ summary! Dean Winchester is your best friend and you're so in love with him that you can't even tell if it's just in your head or if maybe he feels the same way. (Inspired by Guilty as Sin from taylor swift) I recommend listening to it while reading. → contents! some angst, pining, unrequited love but not really, best friends who are in love but are too afraid to do something about it, open ending. (idk what I did with this one. not sure if I liked the way I wrote this but while I was listening to this song it kind of just flowed out of me.) → word count! 773

You don’t remember when the line got blurry. Only that now, you trip over it every time you breathe near him.

Dean.

You say it in your head more than you ever do aloud — because when you do say it out loud, it sounds dangerous. Like a gun cocking back. It was like throwing yourself in front of a moving train, knowing what would happen next.

He’s your best friend.

Your person.

Your almost.

And you’ve never touched his skin, but you dream about it anyway.

You dream of cracking locks — tossing your life to the wolves for just one moment where it’s not wrong. Where it's allowed. Where there’s no Sam in the backseat, no case hanging over your heads, no hellhound of guilt pacing behind your ribcage.

Just him.

Just you.

Just the crash of skin and sin and finally.

But instead, you wait.

You smile.

You laugh too loud when he says something stupid, you pretend it doesn’t melt something in your chest when he calls you sweetheart like it doesn’t mean anything.

You’ve kissed him in your mind.

Hard.

Soft.

Messy.

Teeth and tongue and vows unspoken.

You’ve written his name in the fog of your bathroom mirror, like a teenage girl watching it vanish like the chances you never took.

You wonder if he knows. If he feels it too — the slow-burn ache of never letting it slip, even though it’s right there. Teetering on the edge of a look held too long, a touch that lingers at your lower back when he’s guiding you through a bar, the way his eyes always drop to your mouth before snapping back to safety.

You keep recalling things you never did.

How his hand would feel cupped around your throat, not to hurt you — but to hold you in place.

How it’d feel to fall apart under him.

For him.

In your mind, it feels he's already written mine on your upper thigh. Even if not real.

God.

It would be easier if you weren't sane and didn't know that this was just an entertaining dream.

Because you talk to him like you’re fine.

You joke.

You spar.

You watch him talk about other women and roll your eyes as if it isn't making you bleed inside.

You sit beside him on motel beds, knees brushing, and you swallow your desire down like it won’t choke you eventually.

You wonder if you’re bad. Or mad. Or just fucking in love with a man who keeps you close but never close enough.

And you want to ask him — not directly, but maybe in a whisper, maybe in a joke that isn’t a joke:

Am I allowed to want you like this?

Am I allowed to cry for something I never had?

If it's just in my head, why does it feel like a sin?

Does this already feel real to you too?

You lock these longings away in lowercase. Soft, silent letters in the vault of your heart.

You don’t dare write them down in ink. You don’t speak them.

You just carry them.

Because someone told you once — bad thoughts aren’t real. Only your actions matter. Only your restraint.

But you’re so tired of pretending.

You catch yourself staring at him across diner tables, half-listening as he talks about hex bags or whatever hunt you’re chasing. You imagine kissing the sugar off his lip from the pie. Just a little taste. Just once.

You wonder how many other girls he’s kissed like that.

How many of them he touched without thinking.

How it would feel if you were one of them.

But then he looks at you.

Really looks at you.

And something in his eyes feels like a promise you were never meant to hear.

It feels like he knows.

Like he’s just as guilty.

Like you’ve already done it in his head too — a thousand different ways, with a thousand different endings, and none of them ever quite end.

You wonder if he lies awake like you do.

Fingers clenched in sheets.

Breath tight in his chest.

Your name on his tongue, never spoken.

You wonder if he’s ever whispered please to the silence like you have.

If he’s ever played the part of the sinner for a sin he never touched, only imagined.

And what a way to die — never having him, always wanting him.

You’re already damned.

So why do you still feel hope when you look at him?

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[redsugarx]

Hanfu in Components: Structure Conventions (pt2)

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Thanks for the love on the last post, I’ve been motivated to continue writing LOL Anyway: Construction/sewing pattern/structure is very important to hanfu!

There are a few important structure conventions when it comes to hanfu—almost all traditional-cut hanfu follow these rules; you could call them the defining characteristics of hanfu. There are exceptions to every rule of course (I will go over some caveats at the end of this post), but generally if a hanfu design ignores these rules we might consider it to be ‘incorrect.'

(There will be a longer follow-up pt. 3 post to this explaining the anatomy of a hanfu top/robe, where there will be more detailed in-context illustrations and descriptions. I just figured I should list these ‘rules’ somewhere separately.)

中縫/中缝/zhong1 feng4/Center Seam

Take a look at your shirts. Is there a shoulder seam between the front of the shirt and the back of the shirt? Western clothing tends to consist of a front piece + back piece sewn together to create a space for your body to sit in：

Hanfu doesn’t work like that. Traditionally, the garment isn’t separated into a front piece and back piece: it’s separated into a right piece and left piece, which are joined together at the vertical center seam. Why? Traditional fabric has a narrower width than the standard ~145cm that we have today, so a long, narrow piece is less wasteful to cut out from a bolt of silk than a wide one.

Therefore there is always a center seam, one running vertically down the front and one down the back. 中 = center, 縫 = seam, so 中縫 means center seam. There’ll be a front center seam （前中縫） and a back center seam （後中縫）.

不破肩/不破肩/bu2 po4 jian1/No Broken Shoulder

Kind of an addendum onto the previous point? Additionally since the body pieces are separated into left/right rather front/back, there’s no seam at the top of the shoulder here. The fabric is simply draped over the arm/shoulder to hang down, covering the torso on both sides.*

*Caveat: Some modified hanfu that vendors sell today will have a shoulder seam, especially thicker winter garments or short-sleeved garments. This is a design choice made to prevent the fabric from looking too stiff, known as 破肩/破肩/po4 jian1，literally “broken shoulder.” It can look great, lots of hanfu makers do it! But just to be clear, that is a MODIFICATION.

接袖/接袖/jie1 xiu4/Sleeve Connection

Western clothing patterns tend to have something where the fabric of the sleeve gets connected to the fabric of the garment’s body at the shoulder/armpit, often with a concave arm hole shape to help with the contours of the garment when it’s worn.

Hanfu sleeves, on the other hand, are never connected at the armpit—they are connected halfway down the arm. In other words, the piece of fabric that forms the body extends to also cover the upper arm part of the sleeve. The actual sleeve piece is connected to the body at the bicep/elbow area via a flat seam. (In the case of half- or no- sleeve garments there might just not be a separate sleeve piece.)

右衽/右衽/you4 ren4/"Right Over Left" Rule

Applies to cross-collar, some varieties of round collar, and some varieties of standing collar tops. In the case that the front of the garment crosses over itself, the flap coming from the wearer’s left goes OVER the flap coming from the wearer’s right. Easiest way to make sense of this is, if you’re looking at someone wearing a cross-collar hanfu top, the cross will look like a lowercase y.

Caveats

NO RULE EXISTS WITHOUT EXCEPTION!!! These rules exist because a majority of hanfu follow them and they are a standard that people agree on right now. However, there are ALWAYS cases—historically or otherwise—where these rules may be broken. For example, there are several Ming Dynasty cross collar robes that happen to be left over right, and the location of the sleeve seam can differ based on what garment you're looking at.

Also, many modern hanfu manufacturers will deliberately choose to break these 'rules' in favor of aesthetics. This is a purposeful design choice—not one that's done out of ignorance or disrespect. It's easy for common modifications to get mistaken for 'historically accurate.' To be clear, it is 100% okay and super common for modifications to exist! Just don't go around claiming that it was historically that way.

My advice is that if you're starting out with hanfu, try to stick to these rules in the back of your head as closely as possible. Once you've built your foundational knowledge, then you can start exploring the exceptions to the rules. These rules may not be foolproof, but they are a useful tool to help you understand the commonalities and trends within hanfu without overwhelming you.

Last note: it is generally more of a taboo for seams that should exist to not exist in a piece of clothing (i.e. no center back seam) than for extra seams to exist. If you go look in museums for the artifacts that hanfu is based off of, you'll notice that a lot of them—especially the ones from earlier dynasties—are a chaotic patchwork of a bunch of random piece of fabric sewn together to create the garment. Fabric is expensive, people don't want to waste it! So it's not all that weird to have seams in random places.

Happy 除夕 everyone! 有蛇有得 :>

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[directdogman]

Hi, I hope this isn't a bother. I'm trying to make a dating sim and want to have a section where the player inputs their pronouns (like you gave the option to in Dial Town). Despite my hours of effort though, I can't figure out how to do it. I'm using Visual Novel Machinery for Unreal Engine (because Unreal is required for the class I'm making this for). Even if you aren't familiar with it though, just the basic 'pull code from here and input there' would be so helpful. I'm sure I can piece it together in a way Unreal will understand with a bit of help. Legit though, I made unreal crash twice when I tried to run the initial code for it, so I'm at a loss. Side note: Your games are so awesome and a big part of why I want to make a dating sim to begin with. I wish you all the peace and love on planet earth!

Hello hello:

The trick is using a string for every instance of a pronoun in player dialogue (which is just a variable set of letters.) They, them, their, theirs, etc. Be careful when you set the system up as some pronouns don't conjugate for all cases. For instance, their and theirs are separate words, as are her/hers, but his uses the same word for both pronouns.

You also have to account for case too. This is how I set it up (this is all done right when the pronoun is first entered btw):

1)let the user input a pronoun for each option. each pronoun is a different string, one for each pronoun type (you'll see my list below)

2)i then use a script command right after that to turn all of the pronoun strings entered to lower case. This is account for players possibly capitalizing the first letter in the pronoun instinctively. IE: characters won't say: "Hey, where's He going?" instead of "he going?", which is correct.

How you convert to lowercase is different for each programming language, but I bet there's an equivalent command in UE.

3)Then I copy each pronoun twice, essentially creating two duplicates for each lower case pronoun (so there's now 3 identical pronouns for her, three for hers, etc.)

4)For the second set, I run a command that capitalizes the first and only first letter of each separately (this is useful for if a sentence starts with a pronoun, meaning the first letter would be upper case in that sentence. EG: His cowboy hat looks RIDICULOUS.)

5)for the third set, i then turn the whole string upper case. this is useful for if a character speaks in all caps or if the character is shouting/emphasizing. (EG: "Where's HE going?!")

At the end, this is what my list of strings looks like, hopefully helping you visualize what I've done:

Then, when a pronoun is referenced in dialogue, I use the string that matches the correct version of the pronoun I need. So for he, i use #6 normally, #12 if it's the start of a sentence and #18 if the character is shouting. it's good to keep a list like this handy so you don't have to go looking every time you write dialogue.

The big other thing to watch out for is how plural pronouns affect verbs. He and she IS, but they ARE. I have the player tell the game whether or not their pronoun of choice is plural after they're entered it in and then simply load two separate versions of each sentence with one set for ises and one for ares.

You can also make some more blank name variables to use for verbs and have the game check if the pronoun's plural and then reference a string like with the pronouns (ie, having a string for is that changes to are if plural and using that in dialogue.) Both solutions generally work and I use both for different situations in dialogue.

Beyond that, I can't really give any engine specific advice, but this is how I do it. Best of luck with your game! :)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Some Typographic Vocabulary

A limited terminology exists to describe the many kinds of typeface and typesetting in regular use. Among the important terms are the following:

Ascender - A part of a letter which extends above the height of the letter x, as in d and h. It contrasts with a descender, a part of a letter which extends below the foot of the letter x, as in y or p.

Bold - A type with very thick strokes, as seen in boldface.

Fount - The set of characters of the one size of the same typeface, including capitals, lower-case, punctuation marks, and numerals; also spelled font.

Italic - Characters that slope to the right, as in italic.

Justification - The arrangement of lines of text so that there are even margins. Left-justified setting is standard practice. In right-justified setting, the last character of each line is made to reach the right-hand margin at the same point (by adjusting the spaces between the letters and words). Unjustified setting has a ‘ragged edge’ right-hand margin (as in this column).

Kern - The part of a letter which overhangs the body of the type, as in the top part of f.

Leading - /ˈledIƞ/ The spacing between lines of type. The term derives from the former printing practice of separating lines of metal type by inserting strips of lead between them.

Ligature - Two or more letters joined together as a single character, as in æ and ff.

Lower-case - Small letters, as opposed to any kind of capital letters (upper-case). (The ‘cases’ were originally two containers placed one above the other in a printing house: the type for capital letters came from the higher container; the small letters from the lower.) Upper-case letters are divided into large capitals and small capitals (B vs b). Small capitals are similar in weight and height to a lowercase x. Large capitals are the height of an ascender.

Serif - A small terminal stroke at the end of the main stroke of a letter. A serif typeface is used in the main text on the facing page. A typeface with no serifs is called sans serif.

Sort - A single character of type. A special sort is one which the typesetter does not have routinely available in a fount, and which must be formed specially, such as a phonetic character.

Superscript - A small letter or figure set beside and above the top of a full-size character, as in x2; also called a superior. It contrasts with subscript, a small letter or figure set beside and below the foot of a full-size character, as in 3n; also called an inferior.

X height - The height of the printing surface of a small letter x.

These features would all form part of a graphetic analysis of printed language.

J. Butcher, 1992 ⚜ Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References

[lover-of-skellies]

More handwriting headcanons, but this time it’s for various Papyruses!

Obviously there are more Papyruses that exist, these are just the main ones that came to mind first :P

Font names and reasoning under the cut:

Papyrus: Papyrus (because…. c’mon. we all know why)

Stretch: bRee (he gets lowercase letters because he’s a sleepy guy, and the only reason the Ts look a little sharp is because he was probably thinking about Smart Guy Shit again)

Edge: COLORS OF AUTUMN (upper case letters because loud, and sharp like his personality)

Crooks: kindergarden (his letters are big but not all caps because he’s lost some of the spark that would’ve otherwise made him more like OG Paps, and his handwriting is a little wibbly wobbly because head trauma impairs your motor skills sometimes, making it hard to keep your hand movements, or even just regular movements, smooth and steady)

Mutt: alanis hand (he gets lower case and small because he’s another sleepy guy with no confidence)

Charm (UL Paps): Bigdey Demo (dude gets fancy halfway cursive handwriting because he’s a fancy boy. being fancy and stylish is his whole thing, and he adds little hearts in sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood)

Jupiter (OT Paps): PIGMENTDEMO (personality wise, I just feel like he’d be very similar to OG Paps, and they probably have a lot of the same habits and things, which could easily carry over into their writing. Their handwriting is similar, but still visually different at the end of the day)

Tango (DT Paps): Rock Salt (big letters and all caps here because he’s a louder, more outgoing guy, and even if he’s not super confident 24/7, that’s still the image that he likes to display to others, so they get the impression that he’s the most confident man on the planet. His handwriting is also a bit fancy in its own way, which kinda reflects his whole thing with dancing)

Phantom (DT Paps): Coffee House (ominous looking, sharp, and all caps, because he is literally the creepy dude who tells Dust to maim people and be homicidal. Sometimes he uses lower case, but when he’s especially worked up about something, he goes back to his all caps ways)

Cider (FT Paps): A Hundred Miles (his letters aren’t the biggest, but he still uses all caps. It’s nice looking, if a little on the messy side sometimes because he does so much with his hands on the farm, and they’re probably sore by the time he finishes)

Grim (RT Paps): Silent Reaction (all caps cursive is a nightmare to look at, and he’s been around long enough that he’s painfully aware of that, so he’s brought it down a few notches and uses proper capitalization. He’s had centuries to make his handwriting nice and neat, and while he does like making it look nice, he’s often more concerned about getting all of his work done. Little bonus is that he unintentionally makes the dot above the i look kinda like a candle flame)

[r1v3raq]

lee jaehyun | hyunjae x gender neutral reader

. . . suggestive ; lovers ; non-idol au ; teasing ; kissing ; tension ; young adult hyunjae and reader ; curse words ; reader is obsessed with hyunjae's chest ; hyunjae with tattoos

➣ lowercase intended | word count: 1.8k

➣ minors dni — lots of licking, kissing and biting, but the action does not go all the way (not the type who writes suggestive stuff, i apologize if it doesn't meet your expectations)

tw: none

english is not my first language. i apologise if i made some mistakes. feel free to correct me :)

𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

there were a lot of things you loved about your boyfriend. his big brown eyes, broad shoulders, his tattoos all over his upper body — which of those made him ten times more attractive.

you adored the way he got excited at the smallest things, the way he passionately talked about his special interests or when he started peppering kisses on your face every time he found out you cooked his favorite food.

you also loved his big chest. the only problem with that was the inability to take your eyes off of it. not when he was wearing those tops that were a bit tight for him, which he didn't really care about. whenever he appeared in front of you, it was like a switch flipped inside your mind and you could only focus on his perfect curves. as embarrassing as it sounds, you almost drooled at the sight.

so the audacity this man had, when one day he decided to show up at home in a tight, black long-sleeve, you lost the ability to think straight.

he happily acknowledged that you cooked his favorite, but you couldn't care less at that moment, because his chest bulged out through the tight top.

“i can't wait to eat!” he licked his lips, after attacking you with kisses.

“me neither” you blurted out while staring at him with a hazy look. “but i guess i have to wait until dessert.”

hyunjae threw you a questioning look by raising one of his eyebrows. “it's nothing. let's eat dinner first.” you said after giving him a peck on the lips.

he wanted to ask you something but you hurried to the kitchen. he shrugged it off, following you to finally eat. he was starving.

and so were you. as you were sitting across each other, you were able to take a look at his chest properly. he had never worn this top before, that was sure. did he buy a new one and didn't tell you? and he went to work looking like that?

you both were almost done with dinner when hyunjae suddenly put down his fork and looked at you.

“is there something on my shirt?” he asked hesitantely after noticing you staring at him.

feeling embarrassed and jealous, you shook your head a bit too intensely. you couldn't tell him how obsessed you were at his chest after all.

“i just zoned out.” you lied again. it was pretty obvious for hyunjae that this was a lie and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

“if there's something bothering you, tell me.” he answered.

you put down the fork you were holding in your hand, just like hyunjae did a few moments ago. after taking a breath, you opened your mouth.

“since when do you have that top?”

a sign of confusion was visible on your boyfriend's face for a moment, then that concern turned into a smirk.

“oh, this?” he looked down at his own upper body, seemingly satisfied to have this effect on you. “i bought this a few days ago. why?”

the audacity this man had to act so cocky when he found out what your problem was. it made you frustrated in many ways.

“you seriously showed up like this at work? you didn't even tell me you got this for some reason. was it because you wanted me to get jealous? because if that's the case, then it worked!” the words just kept coming from your mouth. with each word your face flushed more.

a few seconds passed in silence before hyunjae’s grin grew bigger. he clasped his hands together in front of his chest, making his breasts stretch even more through the clothing as he leaned forward. you wanted to groan at the sight.

“honestly? i'm sorry i didn't tell you, i never thought you'd get this upset over it. i just wanted to surprise you but apparently, it didn't go as i planned.” he sounded regretful, but his smug smile said otherwise. “how can i make it up to you?”

hearing the question, you stood up and reached for him. grabbing him both sides of his neck, you bent down to kiss hyunjae passionately. you almost knocked down the glasses of the table with how heated you were.

you pulled yourself back and rushed to him to reach him without any obstacles. your boyfriend stared at you with an intense look, making you feel dizzy for a moment.

“i think begging for my forgiveness is the least you can do.” you started as you sat on his lap. “never wear something like this to work ever again. i don't want anyone to see your body like this, do you hear me?” you moved your head towards his neck. after pulling away the collar of the top, you started placing kisses on his skin.

the kisses turned into gentle bites. you heard hyunjae sucking his breath in as he trembled under you. it felt too good to think about anything at all.

“i am very sorry, sweetheart.” he apologized again, being lost in the moment, feeling dazed. he loved when you initiated things first.

“calling me like that won't work on me this time.” you murmured at his skin, but deep inside you melt after hearing what he said. you both know it always worked.

hyunjae didn't answer, only moaned in satisfaction as you sucked on his neck. that will definitely leave a sign later, but none of you cared.

pulling away from him, you looked right at his chest. seeing it closer made you even more worked up. even though you've seen him shirtless a few times before, the sight of him wearing tight tops was something you never got used to.

“do you want me to take it off?” he asked, sounding whiny and impatient. you loved when he was at a state like this, feeling desperate for your touch and attention.

“not yet.” you gave him a mischievous smile as you watch his eyebrow rising up. he groaned, clearly dissatisfied with your answer, but he quickly closed his mouth shut when you licked one of his breasts through the fabric.

it was unbelievably hot for your boyfriend to see you act like this. “fuck, i need more.” he demanded, voice all hoarse and breathy.

you couldn't reject him even if you wanted to, so you placed your tongue on the other side and started working on his chest, trying to get every sound out of your boyfriend.

when you felt like he needed something more, you started with light bites on his chest. hyunjae let out a broken sob, placing his hands on your shoulder and giving them a nice grip.

he thought he would go crazy if he didn't get rid of his clothes, so he pushed you away and held you down by your waist while gazing at you hungrily. he looked wrecked. face flushed, neck full of slightly visible bite marks and his long-sleeve with wet spots on his breasts. he never looked better in your eyes.

he quickly took off his top, letting him half-naked in front of you. the tattoos in his collarbone, arm and chest made him look mesmerizing.

“please.” he mouthed at your mouth right before locking your lips together. still sitting on his lap, you felt him growing harder under you.

“please what?” you asked knowing damn well what he wanted. still, you wanted to tease him for everything he had done to you today.

"please touch me.” he begged, eyeing you while saying it.

that did the trick. you took no time diving your head into his chest again, placing both your hands on it while sucking it everywhere you could.

“god, why are you so attractive, lee jaehyun? everything about you is perfect, but this right here” — you sucked on his right breast before continuing it — “is the most perfect thing i've ever seen and tasted.”

hyunjae felt lustful, desire pining up in his stomach as he let you devour him. he never thought anyone would worship his chest, but you were there, doing it like it was the most simple thing in the world.

he reached for your face with both of his hands, pulling it away from your chest. scanning your face, he thought he might go crazy by the way you looked. “i love you.” he whispered, then leaned forward to give you a kiss.

you smiled into the kiss, feeling fuzzy inside. it always felt amazing when he said it. it was passionate, honest and a little bit desperate because of the current state he was in. you got him worked up with your actions.

“i love you too.” you confessed, putting your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss.

after minutes that felt like forever, you both pulled away, breathing heavily.

“now i know why you said you have to wait until dessert.” hyunjae chuckled.

your face got red after he said that. “i wasn't thinking when i said that.” you admitted, feeling shy after all this.

your boyfriend gave you a grin.

“i cannot believe you thought i wouldn't notice your obsession with my chest. it was obvious ever since we started dating.”

you hit his chest once, but not strong enough for him to hurt.

“so you did it on purpose!”

he feigned pain before he started explaining himself.

“yes, i did, but let me tell you something.” he stated, leaning closer to your ear. “no one at work saw me like that. i was wearing my coat and that pretty much covered everything. so you got jealous for nothing, dear.”

with the smug smile on his face and the fact you got possessive over him for something that didn't even happen, you felt your face heating up.

embarrassment taking over, you hit his chest again, this time with greater force. he groaned in pain.

“you're an asshole, did you know that?” you asked, but not being actually angry, rather embarrassed.

“i'm sorry. i'll make it up to you. how does that sound, sweetheart?”

it sounded like a promise and you couldn't be more excited for him to keep that.

"i like that. let's go to our room.” you insisted, climbing down from your boyfriend and dragging him to the bedroom. he giggled, not being able to resist your charm — he would never want to do that anyways.

the door closed after the two of you, dinner long forgotten.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: hey!! so i'm back after a decade with me thirsting over hyunjae's chest. on christmas. and it's currently 1:55 AM. yeah, i guess it just happened lmao. i have no explanation for my absence, i guess i just didn't have the motivation to write, but i finally managed to motivate myself! last time i wrote i was in high school, now i'm in university. that's actually insane... i'll try to be more active i swear!

this is actually my first time writing something suggestive, i hope it wasn't too bad. if you managed to read it to the end, thank you so much! let me know if it was good or if it needs something.

merry christmas to everyone who celebrates it and happy holidays! <3

[the-storming-sea]

im too much of a coward to add this to the main post but why are people still rbing this thing and sending it around when it is clearly AI. like ive been seeing this crop up every now and then and several people in the notes being like "oh this is AI" yet its still being passed around, with some people in the notes still treating it like its real. as of right now there are 53k notes.

but anyways. back to this being AI. aside from the fact it is clearly a parodied version of the "outta my way gayboy I’m boutta liberate my divine self from this mortal shell / hopital" post, im gonna go over this further below.

Probably one of the most direct indicators, there are two "give me"'s here. at the very least, if this was truly penned by a real person, the author would have crossed it out.

also very direct, this word (aive?) straight up is not a word that exists in the English dictionary. ironically when i did look up the word "aive" in duckduckgo, it apparently stands for "Artificial Intelligence for Video Experience," a platform that uses AI on videos. my sibling also pointed out that it was probably meant to be the word "give" but replaced with an "a" instead of a "g". Again, a person would likely have crossed this word out.

there's a letter between the a and p in "perhaps" that doesn't look like any existing letter. the closest thing is probably a q?

there are too many "humps" in the m of the second September, though theoretically we could assume this is due to the arsenic poisoning the journalist presumably had. similarly the fact there is no day written in the second entry could theoretically be attributed to this fact.

Now im gonna get a bit nitpicky with the cursive in these next bullet points. i will start with this first: the two r's in September are completely different. the first R is the r used in the Palmer Method while the second r is in the style of Zaner-Bloser script, what we think of as regular cursive (you can compare both styles here). Only the Palmer method existed in 1900, while the Zaner-Bloser script only came about around 1904, though arguably maybe theres some other similar cursive style im not aware of that existed at this time. Either way, the fact they appear on the same page, when someone would presumably stick to the same way of writing in their own journal, is telling that this isnt real

also want to add the Palmer Method r can also be found in the word "perhaps" and "arsenic" in the first paragraph.

another issue with the cursive: the bs. the bs are not supposed to connect to the e's in. Palmer b's (and Zaner-Bloser b's) have a little gap at the top, which these b's lack, and the e's would be more horizontal, not vertical

the largest issue with the cursive though are the S's. one of the s's look like the Palmer s's at all (demonstrated above). With the B's, you could argue that some cursive writers could write them like this, but cursive s's look way different than regular print s's. for example, below is the Palmer Method for the upper and lower case s's (the Zaner-Bloser s's look similar)

also this is not a lowercase f in the Palmer method, and the u is dotted like an i

there's probably more issues – a lot of people talk about the oily look of AI here, which i can see but dont think is necessarily indicative of anything here. There's also probably more issues with the cursive, though a good-faith argument would be "people write cursive differently."

but really, even without me rambling about the cursive (and i must admit, while i grew up learning how to write cursive, i am not someone who knows a Ton about cursive from the 1900s) it only takes the first few bullet points to know that this is AI. like, the AI wrote give me two and a half times, and the first time they wrote "give" it didn't even do it correctly. And again, its a parody of a previous post actually from tumblr. yet somehow people are still rbing this like it is real.

final note. we gotta get better with being able to spot fakes like this and not rbing them (or deleting the rb as soon as we realize it), especially fakes where there are clear signs that its fake. if AI is going to make it easier to fake scripts like this, there may be a lot of fake documents popping up left and right in the future.

Of course, there's always the chance that something isn't AI or a fake, and the "inconsistencies" found are just natural human error. In the most good faith interpretation of this image, i could say that the cursive inconsistencies and the misspellings are because the author just writes differently and messes up like the rest of us. but in situations like this image – where the errors aren't even corrected or crossed out properly, and the writing of the letter s doesn't match up to the time period – the leading conclusion has to be that this is fake. you just have to really look at all the evidence to know for sure.

[sanshoney]

older brother & male!child!reader

reader is 10, older brother is 18

no plot, just fluff

shout out to boys who never wanted siblings, only an older brother

(intentional lowercase, no use of y/n)

– to be honest, having dead parents is a burden alone. but also having a little brother you have to take care of now? yeah, noah knows it all too well.

– seriously, he can barely take care of himself. he barely graduated! and he can't even live alone because of his stupid brother. things aren't the best right now for him.

– of course, you're not the one at fault here. you didn't want your parents dead, right? besides, you had never been particularly too close with your older brother. maybe it's the big age gap or maybe it's his unbearable personality. or the combination of both.

– if he were a bit kinder to you, everything would be just fine. he never touches you and rarely talks to you. there are times you don't see him for days. you find yourself missing your father's warm embrace and loving words.

– still, you try so hard to get his attention. you ask him about his day everytime he arrives home. for your efforts, you get a short 'boring' from noah and moments later he's off to his room.

– you know it's hard for him. being an adult must be hard... especially in his case. you appreciate everything he does for you, from working to cooking dinner. you always say "thank you, big brother!" with a wide smile on your face, hugging his waist. you're a well-mannered boy, after all. he usually groans and pats your head awkwardly, muttering a quiet "whatever."

you decide he's not good with words or touch or... well, you decide to draw your affection for him! you work on the drawing for an hour, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. your final product on the paper is quite good! the sun is shining on the left upper corner, the grass is a pretty green and the clouds are blue. in the middle, there are two people: a short and a tall one. the short one is you, wearing a blue t-shirt and green shorts. you're holding the hand of the taller figure, who is noah! he's wearing a red tee (you found out red is his favorite colour!) with grey pants. a happy smile is plastered on both of the boys' faces.

you grab the paper satisfied, ready to give it to your brother. you sprint to his room, knocking loudly. a muffled "come in" can be heard, so you hurriedly open the door. you stand in front of him, hiding the paper behind your back. "big brother, i have a surprise for you!" you announce, almost bouncing from exhilaration. he looks up from his phone and waits for you to continue. you reveal the paper and place it on his bed. he looks down confused and lifts up the paper. hes looking at it, scrutinizing it and... his lips curve into a faint smile. "why did you make this?" you can tell by his tone that he's a bit flattered. "i thought you'd like it... thank you for everything you do for me!" you smile at him innocently, really hoping this will change something in him.

– ever since that day, something truly had changed. whenever you ask him about his day, he says more than one word and he even asks you the same question! when you hug him, he runs his hand through your hair. you always lean happily into his touch and smile, which makes him smile.

– recently, you started hanging out in his room. usually, he's showing you photos he took. you learnt hes working as a photographer, which is pretty cool in your opinion.

– sometimes, he gestures for you to go closer to him. he wraps his arms around you and rubs your back slowly. "little brother, y'know it's just us, right? im sorry for being distant. it's... hard. but thank you for being understanding and patient. i appreciate it." you nod and hug him back.

– in the end, all that matters is that you are always there for each other. maybe the harsh reality of the everydays can lose their sharpness a little in each other's arms.

hope you enjoyed!! ♡

what do you think about him? :3

[zaltynn-alt2]

[got done with the designs for sans and papyrus' parents; my interpretation of dr w.d. gaster and oc, mistral. They are married, and have been for many many years]

[they knew each other from before the core existed, currently considering whether before the barrier or not, up to change honestly. they met thru mistral saving dings' life]

[mistral uses she/her, and is part of the royal guard, and well known for her dedication to the job. shes also a royal judge, someone who takes on impartial mediation roles in crime cases across the underground. it doesnt happen often that shes called upon, as theres more physical threats to take care of more than petty thievery ect. shes very proficient in battle, and has a strong mastery over magic. fiercely loyal and protective.]

[wingdings uses he/him, and is the royal scientist, known for his engineering. after monsters were sealed underground, he reinvented many quality of life things along with creating the core, the source of power for all the underground. (anyone read city of embers?) dings prefers to remain non-combative, and often is the go-to person for logical third options when one cant decide between fight or flight. talkative and unconventional.]

[mistral talks and types/writes in the mistral typeface, with proper upper and lowercase usage.]

[wingdings talks and types in wingdings, and uses sign language to communicate with other monsters. he writes in generic fonts. he speaks with lowercase, but writes in uppercase.]

[mistral is still learning to understand the typeface wingdings, and is nearly obsessive with becoming fluent.]

[dings has a mild case of overload, where he produces more magic than he needs to function and live with, but it isnt overly impactful to his everyday life.]

[1ore]

How did you go about developing the written language for moribund? When it appears in your art there's something about the shapes that's very visually satisfying !!! It feels a lot more unique to me than scripts in media I see that are often just substitution ciphers of the alphabet, and as I'm trying to go about making a written language for my own world I always get caught up on what it should look like

Thank you so much for reaching out! I love nothing more than to talk about Satik. I’ve been tinkering with the alphabet for a couple of years, so I’ve forgotten the rationale for some of the older design choices, but I’ll do my best.

satik momence for reference...

I think the biggest breaks I’ve had with Satik are either a.) stolen from a language during self-study or b.) happy accidents that came from developing the Diasporas, where some aspect of their lives gave me ideas about how the script should look.

Exhibit B: Satik came about because I thought it would be neat to make a script that didn’t use spaces to separate words or sentences, and also wasn’t character-based, like kanji or mandarin chinese. Mostly I was thinking about what use a written alphabet would have in Ser life. They’re traditionally a maritime people who only had space for what they could fit in their boats. Paper texts don’t mix well with seawater, and there’s not a lot of room to store clay tablets or sheafs of embossed leather. Anything they write would be engraved on tools, embroidered on clothes, painted on bodies, whatever. It would need to be space-efficient and easy to read, regardless of the medium it was written in.

My answer to this, at least back then, was to make up an alternating “bracket-case” where the first and last letter of each word is a bracket-shaped glyph that encloses the regular-case letters. This way I could separate different words without using empty spaces. I think I was also inspired by quotation marks as they appear in mandarin chinese and japanese.

if you were to represent this using the english alphabet and upper/lowercase, ITWoulDLooKLikEThiS.

Is this actually space-efficient? I find it increases the line height and buffer between letters, so No It Is Not. But I think it’s neat, so it stays.

Other than that, I made up letters based on what felt right and whatever design rules occurred to me later.

Because of the brackets and my own neuroses about geometry, I was drawn to hard angles, arcs, and circles for Satik’s letters. I like the contrast between them. I wanted to reduce stroke count and make sure that the individual characters were easy to recognize, even if you wrote them really shitty and fast, or with a fixed line weight, heavy ink, whatever. One of my pet peeves in constructed languages is scripts that are overdesigned without daily use in mind. Bracket-case might horseshoe back into being overdesigned and extraneous but we shan’t interrogate this.

There was a lot of iterating where I would make up words and write short sentences to stress-test the script. Some letters were confusing or tedious to write or didn’t look good in certain combinations, so I had to go back and tweak them. I’m still tweaking them. I am haunted by letters.

You might notice that some of Satik’s letters are similar to letters in the English alphabet. Sorry to say I took a page out of the Daedric alphabet and used these to make Satik easier to read and write for me. Being an English-speaker influenced a lot of the early decisions I made about the Satik alphabet in an unconscious way, too. Learning Japanese has helped challenge some of those assumptions. It’s fun to see what you can do with katakana and hiragana that you can’t do with latin letters. I guess I’m saying that you don’t have to reinvent the wheel and contrive cool new twists on the written word from scratch. if I can give you an excuse to use constructed languages as a way to learn real languages, especially endangered ones or ones you were never taught because of assimilation, I think that would be pretty cool.

Some other decisions were decisions of convenience in a different way. English has a lot of phonetic ambiguity and redundancy with letters like c, x, q, etc. they change pronunciation depending on the circumstances. Satik letters are phonetically unambiguous (mostly) and represent a discrete phoneme, never a combination of phonemes. Satik also has a relatively limited inventory of sounds. some sounds that are separate in other languages are considered identical in Satik, like zh/j/sh and v/f. Yeah it supports the kind of minmaxed austere, practical energy I wanted for the script. But it was also so I didn't have to make up more letters than I needed to LOL.

I think it becomes easier to design new stuff for the alphabet once you've got some guardrails down, whether that's a few letters under your belt or some design rules. Later on, I had Satik borrow the glottal stop from Arish. It’s represented as a continuous line that cuts through the middle of the word and joins the outer bracket-case letters together.

I thought it would be fun to make the written glottal stop feel like the spoken glottal stop, where everything ceases for a second. it was easy to play with the brackets to make that happen. funny how this stuff just kind of snowballs once you've got some basics down.

Satik ... !

[leprosycock]

does annie write his "e"s backwards in-universe or is it a non-canon stylistic choice?

For a minute I was thinking that he had some kind of minor developmental/intellectual disability (like patrick in that one p2 fic of yours where he has to stay inside all the time but less severe) bc of things like the childish writing and still having stuffed animals (pretty unusual for a male teenager) but that might not be the intention.

Any case I love the story and characters, its great that you got a new ask blog cause its so neat to read all the answers, it makes it seem like they're real people on the other side of the screen who can answer questions not from a script

annie does have a minor developmental disability that he never went to any kind of therapy or social program for and i wanted to find a font that would suit his style. i just happened to find one with the alternating upper- and lowercase that seemed to really fit his personality and the backwards Es came along with it, so i just integrated it into his responses. i'm glad that it read that way!

i'm so happy you like them omg 😭🫶 i really missed running that blog!! i love drawing for them and adding more and more pieces of their world with each answer... it forces me to ponder aspects of them that i'd never considered before so it's super engaging

[teenidleadultgirl]

im like the water when your ship rolled in that night, drowning in the blue nile, he sent me downtown lights i hadn't heard it in a while, rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife, my boredom's bone deep, this cage was once just fine am i allowed to cry, and if it was an open shut case i never would have known from that look on your face, i dream of cracking locks, throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks, lost in your current like a priceless wine, the more that you say the less that i know, crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox, wherever you stray i follow, im seeing visions, am i bad or mad or wise, im begging for you to take my hand, what if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind, wreck my plans, one slip and falling back into the hedge maze, oh what a way to die, that's my man, i keep recalling things we never did, messy top lip kiss, life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, how i long for our trysts, head on the pillow i could feel you sneaking in, as if you were a mythical thing, without ever touching his skin how can i be guilty as sin, like you were a trophy or a champion ring and there was one prize, I'd cheat to win, i keep these longings locked in lowercase inside a vault, the more that you say, the less i know, someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts, wherever you stray i follow, only actions talk, these fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath, im begging for you to take my hand, taking all of me, wreck my plans, we've already done it in my head, that's my man, if it's make believe why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow, you know that my train could take you home, what if he's written mine on my upper thigh only in my mind, anywhere else is hollow, one slip and falling back into the hedge maze, im begging for you to take my hand, oh, what a way to die, my bedsheets are ablaze, wreck my plans, ive screamed his name, that's my man, building up like waves, crashing over my grave, life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, oh, without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin, they count me out time and time again, what if i roll the stone away, they're going to crucify me anyways, life was a willow and it bent right to your wind, oh, what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy, but i come back stronger than a 90s trend, if long suffering propriety is what they want from me, wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark, they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly, show me the places where others gave you scars, i choose you and me, now this is an open shut case, religiously, guess i should have known from the look on your face, every bait and switch was a work of art, he sent me downtown lights, hey, that's my man, yeah, that's my man, i hadn't heard it in a while, im begging for you to take my hand, am i allowed to cry?

[stunie]

I wanted to give my opinion as someone who has been reading fanfics for more years than I would be proud of:

I'm not reading tiny font, my eyesight is too bad for that

I don't have a preference for upper/lower case as long as the division in paragraphs is well done because that helps with reading well sentences. When it's all in lowercase it's easy to skip punctuation, I feel

But it also depends on the fic! If it's the length of the bible and/or you consider it your opera magna I'd appreciate proper capitalization both for easier reading and for the attention to details

Whatever the case write however you want, you are taking time off your day gifting us with your creation. Your public is out there and I'm probably in it 💕

-(◡‿◡🌸)

HIHI MY LOVELY (◡‿◡🌸) !!!

ohhh the division in paragraphs is a good point !!! i do read a little better with shorter paragraphs now that i think of it :O but i mean i dont mind long ones !!

aw your last paragraph is so sweet ): i agree !! i don’t have a preference but i love hearing other people’s preferences (: it’s super interesting and i’d like to format my stuff in a way that’s easy to read because i don’t care too much about it myself ?! so i might as well make it easier for others yk !! ^ ^