#pebbles slander

[colfy-wolfy]

sopping wet

I can squash him and he won't be able to do nothing.

I would bully him but like out of admiration

[bitsbug]

Slugsign is a language of many uses

[lyss-butterscotch]

Even Silver is taller than me 💔💔 we were almost the same height before you changed it, evil xD /lh

@toothpaste-for-the-skin

Okay im gonna answer all these at the same time cuz i didnt expect so many comments on their height jfjdjdjdjd

I FEEL YOU OKAY IM SHORTER THAT SLIVER TOO LMAO IM ACTUALLY CRYING JDJDJSJS

Tall woman. Fear her. I hope someone noticed that i specifically chose the number 6'6"

@mewguca

Hes still short idk what youre talking about. I mightve made him 6ft which is like taller than most people already but to me hes a teeny lil guy. A smol. A speck of emo sad boy. Bully him all you want 👍

[ddarker-dreams]

i think blade should get some next chapter but no, not as a treat for him. as a treat for ME. i am selfish and everything i do is for myself and myself alone <3

honestly ....... i'm starting to feel this. what was supposed to be a few crumbs turned into an entire meal. i have no idea what's happening at this point. the tone shift is going to be like whiplash but i'm having so much fun i can't stop myself. i probably should but i won't. hence why paragraphs like this have made it into the story:

It’s as if you’re trying to communicate with a rock. Which, according to the latest journals published in Geo Elements Organized, might be possible thanks to an artificial intelligence translator that learned how to speak rock. Apparently, pebbles are prone to bigotry. Marble sings operatic arias but each note is flat. These cutting edge discoveries justify your 10,000 credit monthly subscription no matter what your financial advisor says. 

[undead-dragonborn]

thinking about how seven red suns decided that the best messenger for sending pebbles the potential instructions on how to kill himself was his own little freak of nature that doesn’t have a mouth and eats by sucking nutrients through the spears it can generate through it’s tail

[ashonfire]

I’ll just end with,

you really cant affectionate yourself into someone’s heart

Someone can tell you how they will act during love, but in reality act totally differently. It’s not their fault because love just takes over and they really didn’t know.

Caps and cancers belong to each other and will break others ppls hearts for sport

If you find a Taurus in love and it’s not you- it’s never going to be you hoe

I have a morsel of self respect to never deal with a Virgo.

[jinwoowoo]

Flames

Male reader x Aespa Winter

Length: 5564 words

TW: smut

Perfection is a word you rarely use, if not, have not used it at all, believing that everything has its own flaws and weaknesses. It is almost like a mantra of your life, an excuse to let every mistake in your life have a reason why it happens, but that stubborn way of thinking changed after you met Kim Minjeong.

Minjeong, who prefers to be called by her friends as Winter, has an exceptional beauty comparable to a fine winter morning. Her beautiful eyes shine like sparkling snow reflecting the sunshine. Her nose is so small it looks like a fawn resting peacefully inside its hole, protected against the layer of the cold snow. Most of all, her cold glare and attitude against strangers fit her name, that's why they wonder how a tacky, not-so-cool-looking guy like you managed to melt her ice-cold heart.

Though you see Minjeong as a perfection, a pearl among a sea of pebbles, she sees herself differently. She loves how you cherish and worship her like a lover, respecting her for who and what she is, but she still can't help but compare herself to others. Society has this image of what they define as a sexy, alluring woman; marvelous bust, tiny waist, and round hips. Minjeong fits on all of it except the first category.

Even if she has a smaller, sexier hip and waist compared to other women in her same frame, Minjeong’s breasts are too small to be considered a woman’s. Because of her tight, teenager-like body, Minjeong has frequently become a target of malicious unwitty slanders on Instagram; that a chopping board has more curves than her breasts and kissing them will let you know what kissing a man’s chest feels like.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” you ask Minjeong during your cozy cuddle, sensing her sudden gloom as you spoon her on the couch. Today is one of the rare days when both of you are out of work. Every time you two are free, Minjeong invites herself over to your house to hang out, sometimes arranging a dinner date in advance to enjoy sweet moments together.

“Oh, it is nothing, oppa. Don’t worry about it.” Minjeong replies, dispirited.

You take a peek over Minjeong’s shoulder to see what she’s been doing, and you witness something that breaks your heart. Hands trembling as she tries to control both anger and sadness breaking her heart, Minjeong scrolls through her latest Instagram post, reporting every malicious comment about her.

Minjeong senses the fiery anger fuming out of your nose touching her skin, scrolling downward to refresh the app quickly. She knows and is aware of what you have done to help her against her haters, reporting and filing cases against some of them, and she doesn’t want to bring this more in front of you, more than today you two are supposed to be chilling out and getting cozy.

You reach over Minjeong’s body and shut her phone screen off. Setting her device on the coffee table in front of her, you hold your girlfriend by her shoulders, spinning her body to face you.

Meeting you eye to eye, Minjeong cannot suppress her feelings anymore. She breaks down, wailing against your chest heavily. Your blood boils in an instant, filled with rage as you see a fragile kind girl like Minjeong crying and hurting over some trolls behind their monitor who doesn't care how much they hurt the person they are criticizing. Your fists clench until your knuckles turn white. You want to punch someone, you truly are, but you suppress your anger as Minjeong needs you right now. Grabbing some tissues on the coffee table, you wipe Minjeong’s tears, rubbing her back to calm her down.

“Oppa… Do I look hideous?” Minjeong asks while sobbing, stifling between her words.

“Of course, not! Why are you asking that? You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen, Minjeong. The most beautiful woman I fell in and will love forever”

“But the comments on my Instagram account. They said I look ugly. Maybe I-"

As you don’t want to hear Minjeong doubt herself and assure her she isn't as ugly, you lean forward and shut her lips with a kiss. Minjeong gasps, startled by the sudden kiss. Her hands grasp your shirt, toes are curling when you deepen the kiss.

“You are not ugly, Minjeong. People who call you ugly don't know the real definition of beauty, let alone know you personally. Please don't doubt about your looks." Patting her head, Minjeong slowly nods her head, now blushing and burying her face on your chest again for a different reason.

Feeling Minjeong relaxing, your chest feels a lot lighter now. You hold her chin with your thumb and index finger, lifting her head to face you again. With eyes sparkling like stars, lips quivering as they touch, puckering and parting away, it is Minjeong’s turn to catch you off guard, leaning forward and surprise you with a kiss.

You kiss her back and up the notch, licking her lips for an entrance that she didn’t hesitate to provide. The simple soft soothing kiss to calm down Minjeong slowly turned into a making out, her hands wrapping around your neck to pull you on a deeper kiss. The sound of your lips smooching and smacking, followed by soft groans and wet sucking of each other’s tongues broke the silence of the quiet morning.

Your body heats up in excitement, and you can feel Minjeong feel the same when your hand slides under her shirt, rubbing the skin of her back. Her legs are rubbing against each other, seldomly hitting your leg with her knee as the heat reaches her core. Getting needy as she is, your other hand reached for Minjeong’s top leg, lifting it so you can slide in your thigh between her legs. Your girlfriend slowly slides her crotch on your thigh, her body grinding against your torso.

Minjeong is having the best feeling of her life completely forgotten the malicious comments about her on her Instagram, now that the one that truly cares for her worships and loves her back. She grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging and begging for you to take them off. You smirk between the kiss and pull away, staring at your girlfriend's eyes who's aroused right now.

“W-why, oppa?” she asks, stuttering as her lips quiver, already missing the taste of your lips. “Why did you stop?”

“Because this isn’t the place to treat you with love, my princess. Let’s go back to our love nest.” Smiling, almost a smirk, you answer Minjeong with a wink.

Minjeong was still flabbergasted when you rolled and stood out of the couch. She yelps when you scoop her body, easily lifting her body and carrying her to the bedroom. Slowly, you put Minjeong down on the bed, letting her sit on the edge as you take your shirt and pants off, leaving you in your boxer. Putting your hand over Minjeong’s shoulder, you gently push her down until she's lying on her back, you hovering on top of her. Your hand that holds her shoulder now reaches upward to cup her cheek, the other rests beside her head to keep your body supported.

“You are so beautiful, Minjeong. I can’t help myself but fall for you even more.” You told her the sweetest yet sexily as you could.

“Hmph. Flatterer.” Minjeong huffs, looking away from your melting gaze.

You chuckle and hold your girlfriend by her cheek, turning her head to face you. Her blushing cheeks and welling eyes are the most adorable you have seen, a stare hitting your heart directly and calling out for your love. Losing your control already, you dived in and captured Minjeong’s lips with yours, continuing the making out you two hadn't finished on the couch.

Minjeong gasps, feeling the fiery heat of your love surging in the kiss. Her hands reach forward and rest on your chest, but you immediately take them on each of your hands and pin them beside her head. Her fingers entangle with yours, nails digging on your skin as your hungry wet kisses trail down from her lips down to her jawline.

“O-oppa~ mhhh~” Minjeong groans a throaty moan, fueling your lust further.

You don’t stop kissing her neck until you leave hickeys all over her soft skin, marking her as yours. You keep going further south until you face the hem of her shirt, quickly biting on the fabric and pulling it up to her chest using your teeth to reveal her sexy tummy. With no hesitation, you dwell down, and French kisses her belly button, tongue sweeping the sweet tiny hole.

Minjeong groans from the sudden surge of pleasure, her hands slip out of your hold and immediately grabs the pillow sheets above her head. She didn’t have the chance to process the delectation she feels as you raise her shirt higher, taking her bra up along the way to expose her perky boobs.

The tingling feeling suppressed Minjeong’s urge to hold her moan as your fingers played with her nipples, trapping each inverted nub between your ring and middle finger while the rest pressed and played against her teats.

Squirming hard and lively underneath you, the way Minjeong’s body moves shakes the cage of the wolf inside you. You want to be an unleashed beast, to become feral and feast on the poor gentle fawn beneath you, but you always remind yourself that you must take care of Minjeong’s needs first.

You stop kissing your girlfriend’s sexy midriff and capture one of her teats in your mouth, suckling on it with your tongue rolling on the hardened bean. The sweet taste of her perfect size boobs fills your buds, your glands activating to salivate and savor every flavor you could get. Your free hand roams on the side of her body, tracing the outline of her slim alluring waist until it goes down to her pubic, reaching down to discover her heating core.

Minjeong closes her legs in a snap, trapping your hand to stop your advancement but you still prevail and push her soaked panty aside. Your digits are immediately coated with her slick juice that she squirts after you sucked her breast a bit harder. Wasting no time, you plunge your middle finger inside Minjeong, sliding in and out leisurely while using your thumb and pinky finger to spread her thighs apart.

“Oppa~ ahh~ more please~” Minjeong pants heavily, her neediness shown in every word.

“More of what, Mindeongie? You should tell oppa more clearly” you tease, earning you an unsatisfied grunt from your cute girlfriend.

“P-put more inside me, please~ I need yo-mhhhp! ~" You abrupt Minjeong’s words mid-sentence by putting your index and ring fingers in,

Minjeong’s back arches, pushing forward against your chest as your additional fingers inside her descend deeper into her dripping cavern, each thick digit curling and pressing hard against her warm walls. Her love honey squirts out, wetting the back of your hand as it keeps pumping her.

You stop devouring your girlfriend’s boobs to watch her squirm in pleasure. Her eyes are shut tight, lips parted with tongue sticking out, trying to elicit a moan but can't as she finds herself choking on pleasure.

As you keep giving Minjeong the care she needs, your fingers feel a sudden tightness around them; your hand is soaked and dripping. Her moans are getting high-pitched, breathing turns erratic as she trashes her head around. Knowing that she is already at her limit, you decide to level up your game. You lay down beside Minjeong and tuck her hair behind her ear, blowing hot moist air on her neck.

“Don’t’ hold it, Mindeongie. Oppa wants to feel his baby squirt~” you whisper in Minjeong’s ears, stimulating her mind just as you do her body.

“No! ~ Nghh ~ You are so unfair, oppa~” she wince, still fighting her urge not to cum

Growing impatient, you pump your fingers harder, intentionally making loud, lewd. and wet noises. You then whisper in Minjeong’s ears how much naughty she is for being so wet right now, that her little coochie makes not-so-innocent sounds. You position the base of your palm above her slit, finding her swollen clit effortlessly, and rub it in circles.

Minjeong feels her defense crumbling, slowly succumbing to the pleasure and urge to climax. Having you near her neck, sucking her pulse point, and licking the back of her ear doesn't help either. With a suppressed squeal, each muscle of her body tensing, Minjeong finally let go and orgasms hard against your hand. Her pussy clamps vice around your fingers, thighs trapping your arm as her warm juice floods your hand. Her breathing hitches for a while, mind shuts down due to overstimulation.

“Oppa… I really hate you… You perv…” she pants between her words, eyes still trying to focus.

“Awww~ I love you too, Minjeongie. But I’m sorry. Oppa is still not done with you yet.”

You pat Minjeong’s head and give her a sweet peck before reaching for her clothes. Minjeong groans as she tries to move her tired body, helping the much as she can while you undress her. Now that she’s fully naked, you remove your boxer from your hips, finally unleashing your penis that's been begging for Minjeong’s touch.

“Babe, can you help me with here please?” you beg cutely, earning a chuckle from your girlfriend.

You grab Minjeong’s small hand and wrap her fingers around your veiny shaft, forming a knuckle with a hole to slide your penis on. Minjeong giggles as you give her puppy eyes, which she always says doesn't suit you, yet always falls for it. She slowly moves her hand back and forward, stroking your penis delicately while pulling it closer to her at the same time. You just follow her tugs until you are kneeling beside her head, your bulbous glans reaching close to her face.

“Do I have to suck it? It looks dirty" Minjeong teases, making you pout. "I’m just kidding, babe. Kneel in front of me"

You follow Minjeong's command and straddle her chest, hips hovering above her so you won’t crush her body with your weight. Your girlfriend smirks and parts her lips, attempting to catch and put your dick inside her mouth without the help of her hands. Her futile attempts only cause your dick to grind all over her beauty. Sometimes you make your dick twitch once it aligns with her lips so she has to try capturing it again.

Annoyed and needy, Minjeong surrenders to putting your dick into her mouth using only her lips and finally uses both hands, stroking it hard and rough as a little petty revenge for your teasing, before putting it inside her mouth.

The pleasure your cute girlfriend's small lips give makes you groan sexily. Her soft yet rough tongue flicks on the slit of the tip, harvesting the oozing precum as if your glans is a tap that releases precious sap. You look down and watch Minjeong giggle while sucking your dick, not sure if she finds her actions funny or she’s enjoying having your dick in her mouth; nonetheless, she looks so cute and innocent.

Your hips thrust slowly, carefully fucking Minjeong’s mouth to the back of her throat. She hates it when she gags, complaining that your penis is too big for her throat. You once tried to teach your girlfriend how to deepthroat you, but her uvula immediately contracts and pushes your dick away, an unpleasant feeling for both of you.

Though you dream to have Minjeong suck your dick all day, that plan should be done next time. You retreat your hips, pulling your drool-lubed dick out of her wet lips. Minjeong tries to chase your dick back, looking like a puppy chasing for her treat, but she pouts at you when you rest your whole length on her face instead.

"Appetizer's over, baby~ time for the main course." You coo, putting your hand on Minjeong’s cheek where she grinds over it.

You go out of bed and position yourself in front of Minjeong. Slowly, you crawl your way up starting from her feet, kissing her soles and calves. You then fold her knees and point them to the ceiling, pushing her heels closer to her cute ass. Getting closer to her thighs, your girlfriend tries to kick her legs and straighten out of impulse, feeling ticklish as your tongue and warm breath touch her rosy skin.

You hold Minjeong’s legs firmly, spread them apart, and invite yourself to have a taste of her body. The juices she squirted still linger on her thighs, adding exquisite flavor to her soft skin. You purposely make loud and lewd licking sounds, telling Minjeong how much you enjoy her taste that words can’t convey.

Minjeong curses under her breath as she feels your warm breath teasing her shaven pussy. Her toned legs are trying to close but your body blocks her attempt. Even if you want to taste her more, you teased Minjeong enough and can’t contain your excitement any further.

You trail your perverted tongue from her sexy tummy up to her jawline, hastily capturing her lips and making out with her.

Minjeong’s body squirms underneath you. Her craves for your touch, the lingering feeling of your body against her skin that keeps her warm, are expressed by each slight movement of her body. Her hands slide from your shoulders down to your chest, and one continues to go south until she holds your dick and aims the head in front of her entrance.

You stop kissing Minjeong and look her in the eyes. Minjeong stares back, gulping hard when she feels your warm heavy breath blowing on her face, and nods slowly. She strokes your penis a few more times before pushing the head inside her, letting you do the rest.

“Fuck…” you and Minjeong moan lowly in unison.

Minjeong embraces your body tightly, gasping as you keep pushing and putting your whole penis inside her vagina. Her walls immediately contract around your dick, recognizing its owner and welcoming it with a warm hug. You move your hips slowly, allowing your girlfriend to adjust to your size.

Your leisurely slow pace continues, letting Minjeong enjoy the pleasure your dick gives her. She moans softly as you push in, grinding your dick against her sensitives, but whines adorably when you retreat your hips and pull some of your lengths out. Her fingers are digging into your skin, scratching and wounding up the old wounds she dealt on your back.

“Shit, baby… Why do you look so cute even while having sex?” you groan on Minjeong’s face.

With her eyes half-lid, welling up with cheeks reddened in a rosy hue, Minjeong’s lips parted as she pants, her red tongue sticking out and looking like a puppy. You release a raspy growl, feeling the lust residing deep inside you unleash.

With one arm wrapped around Minjeong’s shoulders, you pull your girl closer to your body, capturing her lips and harshly making out with her. Your thrust increases its pace, pistoning Minjeong’s slick pussy roughly.

Minjeong’s hug on you tightens, embracing her body to accept your wild relentless thrusts. Your sudden roughness sends her to her climax, cumming around your thick and have her juices splashing as your hips collide. Her moans and air in her lungs are being sucked by you, taking her breath away during her orgasm

Feeling her body being less active, her grip around your pussy tightens as she cums, you let Minjeong catch her breath for a while, unlatching your lips from hers and attacking her neck instead.

“Mhhh~ daddy slow down~” Minjeong whines thoughtlessly, gasping for air.

Minjeong’s words sink in both of your minds in a second, and you realize what she just called you. Lifting your head, eyes wide open out of shock but with lips curving upward while trying to suppress your laughter, you and Minjeong slowly turn your heads to look at each other, too sync that it is almost comical.

Mijeong’s whole face turns red, her ears fuming imaginary steam when she looks at your teasing gaze. Never once in the history of making love with you she calls you daddy, saying it was too cliché and hates being treated like a baby now that she’s an adult, yet here she is right now, uttering such an embarrassing word unknowingly in the middle of sex.

 "What did you just call me, babe?" you ask with a chuckle, breaking the awkward silence between you and her.

“I-I didn’t say anything! It is just your imagination.” Minjeong huffs and turns her head, looking to her side to avoid your teasing gaze.

“Yes, you are. You just called me daddy,” you say back, “can you please call me daddy one more time?”

Taking her hands away from your back, Minjeong crosses her arms and huffs again. “I don’t want to! Hmph. I’m already done. I lost the mood.” Pouting, Minjeong puts her hands on your chest, trying to push you away

“Wait, wait! Okay fine. I’m sorry babe. I won’t insist on it anymore.”

Trying to bring her mood back, you pepper Minjeong with kisses, alternating between wet lewd kisses with ticklish ones. Her stern angry look crumbles easily with your ticklish lips, can’t resist when you are giving her puppy eyes and sincere care. You lean and peck her pouting lips, hand pats her now ruffled hair. Minjeong sighs and wraps her arms around your neck, keeping her eye contact with you.

“You promise? It was just a spur of the moment, okay? I don’t why I called you daddy. Don’t make me say it again, it is embarrassing” Minjeong explains softly, speaking with her lips open as tight as possible.

You nod and peck her lips, your forehead leaning against hers. “Of course, baby. I won’t insist you to call me daddy unless you want to”

The kiss to seal your promise turns into a messy making-out. Minjeong closes her eyes and kisses back, her fingers sliding against the frame of your broad shoulder. Your lips never left hers as you start moving your hips again, slowly picking up the pace with thoughts of not breaking her.

Your hand leaves her head to knead her boobs, pushing the supple flesh with the base of your palm. As Minjeong breaks the kiss to catch her breath, moaning in pleasure, you lower your kisses down to her neck and chest, capturing her unattended breast between the pair and suckling on her nipples.

Minjeong’s whiny moans feel like music to your ears, her body writhing and dancing to the symphony of making love. Her pussy is now slicker and easier to thrust in, walls are contracting around your shaft and massaging it. Wanting to feel you deeper inside her, Minjeong spreads her legs wider, her feet barely standing on their toes, almost leaving the drenched sheets.

The monotonous thrusting, though you enjoy being on top of your girlfriend and giving her the climaxes she needs, tires your body easily. You feel that your orgasm is near, but exhaustion slowly chases on you, and might even finish you first before you get your pent-up release. Noticing that your pace becomes sluggish, Minjeong smiles and leans closer, kissing your lips and wiping the sweat on your forehead.

“You look tired already, Daddy. Let Mindeongie ride you this time”

Minjeong’s words shock you especially when she spoke in a sweet cute voice and have the thought of her hating calling you daddy. She seizes the chance while you are flabbergasted and flips your bodies over, being the one on top this time. The sweet and caring Minjeong you know has changed, flipping her personality and now letting you be the receiving end.

Your girlfriend leans down and captures your lips with hers, sucking the air and soul out of your lungs and body during the kiss. Your hands instinctively reach for her waist to hug them, but she intercepts you midway and pins your hands on each side of your head. Just like how you do her, Minjeong kisses your jawline and neck, slowly positioning herself to sit upright with your dick impaling her pussy.

Moving her hips up and down, groaning as your whole shaft slides against her velvety walls in a new yet familiar way, Minjeong moves her body sexily on her desired state. Her eyes are half-lidded, pupils rolling to the back of her head, her cheeks flushed and drunk in pleasure, even drooling and biting her bottom lip to suppress her sultry moans; you are on a treat with Minjeong’s sexy show while she’s riding you.

Her grip on your hands is slowly getting weaker, allowing you to unpin your hands from the space beside your head. You place Minjeong’s hands over your shoulder, freeing yours so you can hold her by the waist.

After a few minutes of riding you, bouncing herself on your lap and having countless orgasms, Minjeong reaches her limit and falls on top of your body. You peck and kiss Minjeong’s forehead, combing her hair to the back of her head to thank her for a wonderful ride. Gaining bits of your strength back after Minjeong’s ride, you flip your bodies over, hovering on top of your girlfriend again and fucking her to chase your orgasm.

Minjeong whines and complains as she is still sensitive, triggering a cluster of orgasms that sends her nerves haywire. Her pussy holds and tightens around you, sucking your penis deeper as if it wants you to penetrate even her womb.

As the tightness in your groin grows stronger, breathing gets heavier with some blood on your brain sending down to the other head for additional backup, you lose your control over your lust and reach your peak, cumming hard inside Minjeong. Ropes and ropes of your semen shoot out of your penis, filling up Minjeong’s heated womb to the brim, even leaking some of it to the crevices of your connection.

After the intense orgasm, exhaustion hitting you like a truck sending you to a parallel universe, your dick grows sensitive and limp, slipping out of your girlfriend’s swollen gaping hole. You pull Minjeong and hug her tight, keeping her convulsing body to post orgasm warm in your embrace.

You roll to your side and snuggle her, burying her face to your chest. She once said that your heavy panting and warm breath blowing on her hair helps her to calm down, so you are doing your best to keep your bodies tangled together after sex. Gaining her senses back, nerves calming, Minjeong looks up from your chest, slapping your pecs playfully.

“You meanie… I told you to slow down…” Minjeong whines, looking like a child in your arms

“Sorry, babe. You are just irresistible”

Mustering the rest of your strength, you pull Minjeong to the side of the bed, wrapping her with the dirty sheets and carry her to the bathroom princess style. She complains a bit, worried that you might turn her into a cute “sushi roll” by fucking her while she’s wrapped up like a sushi, but you promise that you just want to clean her up.

You unwrap Minjeong and let the warm water soak her body, sweat, and other bodily fluids being washed away while the heat of the water calms her muscles down. You go back to the bedroom and clean up all the mess, wiping fluids from the floor and airing the scent of sex out. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you went back to Minjeong and saw her staring at the bathroom mirror.

“What’s wrong, Minjeong? You seem to be deep in your thoughts." Hugging her from behind, you kiss her shoulder and ask.

“Nothing is wrong, oppa.” Minjeong shakes her head, but she knows you are not convinced by mere words. Sighing dispirited, she turns around and faces you, putting her hands on your waist. “I’m just thinking of some things. May I ask you something, oppa?”

“Of course, Minjeong. I am your boyfriend; you are free to share your thoughts with me if they bother you.”

You hug and carry Minjeong by her butt, where she instantly wraps her legs around your waist and brings her back to the shower. It became your habit to keep a small plastic stool on the shower for moments like this, letting Minjeong sit on the small chair while you lather her body with soapy water.

“Do I bore you? Most guys prefer busty women with nice hips and tiny waists, but here I am, chest flatter than a teenager” Minjeong rants while behaving like a puppy getting bathed by her owner

“Most guys just admire something big, Minjeong. Others love big butts, some love huge breasts because they look like their mom’s when they were being nurtured,” you answer, making Minjeong tilt her head back and look at you. “But that doesn’t mean all guys are the same. I love you, Minjeong, everything about you. I don't love you for your looks alone. You just came to my boring life and made everything perfect. And I want to be like that to yours. I will do everything that will make you happy. So Minjeong, will-”

“Stop being cheesy, idiot. Don’t say something like a marriage proposal while we are in the showers.” Minjeong hushes you quickly, blushing and turning small right after.

You chuckle and raise your hands, retreating and stopping being flirty with Minjeong. You pool a huge amount of water on the basin and rinse your girlfriend in an instant. After cleaning yourself up and drying up your body with Minjeong, you carry her back to the bedroom and tuck her under the newly replaced sheets, cuddling her in a spooning position.

“You still didn’t answer my question, oppa. Do I bore you?” Minjeong asks once more while scrolling through her Instagram feed.

“Me? Getting bored of you? Of course not. You turn everything around me exciting and I even feel sad that we have to sleep than having fun together.” You cheekily reply.

“Gosh… stop being cheesy. You know how hard I fall for your corny antics. But no jokes, oppa, Do I bore you?” Minjeong asks for the third tike

“Never, Minjeong. I sincerely don’t find you boring. Why do you ask though?”

Minjeong smiles excitedly and scrolls more through her feed until she finds one of her close friend's accounts. She taps on the username to view the full profile, along with some of her pinned posts.

“This is my friend, Jimin, but I sometimes call her Karina. She has beautiful breasts and a plump ass. I was wondering if you would agree to have a threesome with us." Minjeong explains excitedly, keeping her finger on her phone to scroll and show more of her friend’s photos.

The girl in the subject is indeed one hell of a beauty. Her boobs are enormous and a bit saggy, bouncing on even slight movement she does. She has a taut midriff and defined abs as well, lean arms and toned thighs that tell you she works out a lot. You are a bit concerned though as her face looks like a video game character, that she might be using some filters to hide her real beauty. Nonetheless, your mind goes back to Minjeong’s words.

"A threesome? Where did that thought come from? I didn't know you were up to something kinky."

"D-don't call me kinky! I'm just feeling guilty that I can't give you much of what other men feel during sex time with their partner. Karina unnie is bi and has experience in handling both genders on the same bed, so I was wondering if we could bring her to a threesome the next time we have sex."

Minjeong’s explanation gave you a sudden spurt of lust, turning you on in an instant. "Okay we will do it, but I want you to be the mediator over us. If you feel jealous or insecure, we will stop immediately after that."

Minjeong nods fast and with excitement. The thought of a threesome never came to your mind as you are contented with Minjeong, but right now, your heart won’t stop beating fast knowing that two best friends are willing to share the same bed and get naughty with you. Your dick got hard immediately after imagining them moaning your name. Out of instinct, more of a habit, you hold Minjeong by her waist and push back inside her pussy, flipping your body over until she’s on her stomach while you are on top of her.

“Eh?! I thought you were already tired, oppa” Minjeong gasps as she feels you penetrating her again.

“I know, baby. I know… Just one more time, please?”

You hug Minjeong’s body, trapping her arms along with your embrace and start fucking her like a rabbit in heat. Little did you know, this is just the start of a new chapter of your love story with Minjeong, where the smoldering heat of love your girlfriend provides to you will grow stronger, melding with the scorching, roaring fire her best friend will bring to your life.

[stealingpotatoes]

Lord Vader would’ve been a great father if a wizard didn’t kidnap his kids

TECHNICALLY the wizard didn't kidnap his children. the wizard had every reason to believe both parents were dead (one of them just died of sadness; one would assume the other, flombéed and as limbless as a pebble, was dead) and only took them into care bc of this. so uhm this is libel and slander against the wizard

[chvnnie]

bby how about lee know x temperature play 😳

ANYWAY ANY COMPLAINTS CAN BE SENT TO MY ASKS BECAUSE I DESERVE SO MUCH SLANDER FOR THIS ONE

SMUT — MINORS DNI

Minho has twisted ideas of pleasure.

Things you haven’t even considered tend to be his favorite. Thoughts he’s fed for years, ideas that have kept him up at night. Some practiced, some yet to be attempted. His head is always spinning, filed full of the most sinfully delicious ideas. So whenever he says —

“Close your eyes.”

— and puts that silk blindfold on you, your heart jumps into your throat on instinct. Fear and excitement getting muddied together, the hot and cold feelings causing your breath to quicken.

He only uses the blindfold for new things. Not for anything you’re used to. It causes your hand to shake in his, taking slow steps in whatever direction he’s chosen. He spun you around once your eyes were covered, taking away your sense of environment. It’s going to be better if you’re clueless. Helpless.

“Stop.” Minho whispers, a hand on your lower back. You do as he says, standing completely still as your partner walks away from you.

Your senses are your best friend. A creak, a click — actually, more than one. Six, it seems. A brief smell of something smoky. It’s all too hard to place, hands on your head as you try to process what’s happening. Where you’re at.

Another creak. And then there are hands on your hips, causing you to jump in surprise.

His chuckle is low. “Calm, angel. You’re going to like it, I promise.” Warm hands creep up your sides, wrapping around your back to unsnap your bra. As the cool air brushes against your nipples, causing them to pebble, his hands smoothing run down your back. Hooking your panties, body chilling as he pulls them off.

You can feel his head by your thighs. He must have squatted.

“Turn for me.”

Commands are always followed with Minho. As twisted his ideas of pleasure are, even more so are his ideas of punishment.

Slowly, you spin, letting him get a good look at your body. Once you believe you’re facing him again, you stop. Rewarded with two butterfly kisses, one on each thigh.

“Perfect, perfect girl.” He mumbles against your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt. His hands start to move again, up the back of your legs and finding home on your ass, where he squeezes once before standing — and lifting you along with him.

Gently, you’re transferred a hard, cold surface. The chill makes you flinch and gasp, legs coming up involuntarily. You hear Minho click his tongue before grabbing both your ankles, pulling them down and dragging you on the surface.

“Move again and you’ll get my belt.” He’s not in the mood to play around today.

“Yes sir.” You say softly, nodding your head to emphasize understanding.

Leather clasps your ankles, bounding you to what you’ve come to find is a table. Judging on how you’ve been stretching out, possibly the dining room one. Long and wide, perfect to spread your limbs out completely. Similar cuffs wrap around your wrists, body like an x.

Questions make your head spin. Why are you bond? Why are you on the table? But before you get a chance to breathe them, you feel your partner’s fingers on your face. Taking the blindfold off.

Your assumption was correct — it is the dining room table. The room is very dimly lit, eyes struggling to adjust. What is hovering above you? Squinting, you try to make out the circular shape.

When it becomes clear, a gasp of fear claws it’s way from your throat. While a joyous laugh comes from Minho.

The old chandelier hasn’t been used much. You didn’t really see the point — it wasn’t electric, and lighting candles every time you wanted to have a meal sounded exhausting. The table became more of a storage one, room abandoned in favor of eating in the kitchen or in front of the television.

Six candles. All lit, with wax slowly rolling down their sides. A drop falls, landing right in between your spread legs.

“You’ll never know when it’s about to happen.” He teases, still standing near your head. “Isn’t that exciting?”

It’s a slow burn. A method that can only be used if one of you has extreme patience. Unlikely for you, Minho could watch this all day.

Another drop, right on your belly. It’s warmer than you expect it to be, making you yelp in surprise. The next one, however, is hot. Hitting right on your left breast, cooling as it spreads across the skin. It’s then you realize the candles are red — warm blood spilling over you.

Your partner kisses your head before stepping away, eyes on the table the entire time.

“M-minho.” You whimper, hissing when a drop lands on your upper thigh. It’s too close to your core, an electric shock shaking your body.

“Hm?” He doesn’t bother to correct you. Too consumed with the distressed look on your face, eyes blown wide in a lustful fear. It’s too precious.

“It’s hot—“

“It’s wax.” He scoffs. “If you want it to stop, say so.”

Splat on your belly, on your rib, right on your nipple. That one, understandably, brings the first scream from you. Choking on your sob, you cry his name again.

“Say it, and I’ll move the table.” His dark eyes are fixed on you. Waiting. Knowing that you won’t say it, won’t end it.

Minho has twisted ideas of pleasure, and is the one who taught you pleasure. You like it just as much as him, if not more.

And truly, you do. When the wax starts to cool, spreading slowly down your body, it’s almost euphoric. Your head rolls back, softly moaning as another drop falls. On your throat. The sting is beautiful.

Eyes fluttered shut, you don’t notice that Minho has walked away. Don’t hear his steps fade, then rise in volume. The clinks of a glass. Too lost in your own head, hips bucking when wax hits your lower hip, to notice that he’s put something on the table.

That is, until the intense cold is pressed right against your clit.

Minho laughs when you cry out in surprise, body thrashing against the bindings. You lift your head to find him with an ice cube, and plenty more in a glass beside him.

“Relax.” He purrs, watching as a drop of wax lands on your upper thigh. His free hand presses into the puddle, spreading it out across the expanse of it. “Enjoy it.”

What do you focus on? The cold that’s taken over violently by heat the second you get used to it? The stinging wax that hurts just enough to be pleasant?

Minho works the ice cube down your core, massaging it around your folds. Your chest is heaving, the pleasure almost blinding. It’s better than euphoric; like you’re on another plane of existence, every nerve in your body icy hot. Every cell dancing, the frosty burn making you reel.

The cube melts, cold water running down your cunt. A drop of wax lands on your mound, mere inches from your clit, erasing the chill you were once smothered in.

Your mouth is dry, words almost impossible. All caught in your throat, overpowered before they can even make it to your tongue.

Somehow, you call his name. “Minho.”

It’s broken. Barely audible. Yet he looks up from between your legs, sweet brown eyes wider than you’ve ever seen them.

“Angel?”

His hands on you are neutralizing. A comfort, grounding you as the pleasure threatened to drag you away. It’s a twisted, twisted thing you’re about to ask for.

“More?”

The smile he gives is genuine, wild. Fishing for another ice cube, he lets it hover above your cunt. Drip, drip, drip the harshly cold water over you as the sweet wax burns your collarbones.

“As you wish.”

[writingsofwesteros]

Request : viserys x Hightower reader (story - Seduction). Nsfw. They're first time or wedding night. Or maybe just a random thrust somewhere in the palace.

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

You rolled your hips against Viserys. Your hands rested on his chest as your naked body was bouncing in front of him. The King moaned as his hold on your hips tightened. His cock had been burrowed inside you for so long. Your second orgasm was slowly making its presence known as you shook. The oversensitiveness is tightening around you.

Viserys only seemed to enjoy this even more as he had you do all the work. “Viserys..” You whimpered out as soft locks began to fall into your face from your beautiful updo. You looked the perfect image of ruined. It only had the King harder as he moved you against him. “Yes?” He purred up at you.

You whimpered at his tone and knew there was no escaping. Your legs shook as you continued to ride your King. “Good girl.” Viserys purred and began to thrust inside you now. Your hands moved to the headboard to keep yourself steady. Your breast moving closer to his face now as you leaned in. 

“Oh gods…” You cried out loudly as your soaked walls tightened around him. “You are so good. Fuck, keep going.” Viserys ordered you as you tried to ignore the rising climax. Soft pants fell from your lips as the sound of you bouncing on him echoed around the room. Your cries of pleasure joining.

His hand moved to your breast now and leaned in to hotly capture your pebbled nipple. You whimpered; your eyes rolling back. The pleasure was not something you knew was going to be on your wedding night. It was never something you were told about and you found yourself losing it.

You were supposed to be in charge here. Viserys could read your face and brought you against him; hiding his smirk against your neck as he fucked you deeper. You were his now, the King thought as you hotly began to mouth at his neck. The pleasure swept through your mind as you forgot all of your father’s training of being in control.

Viserys moved his hands to your arse and began to guide you. Your legs shook some more as you whimpered prettily into his ear. His cock hit your soft spot again and again. “Close..I..Viserys.” You cried out in pleasure as your soaked pussy moved up and down his cock; drenching him.

“Cum for me.” The King purred; his own stomach tightening as you tried to keep bouncing. Your movements slowed, which meant he only moved deeper inside you. That was until he wrapped his arms around your waist and jackhammered inside your soaked pussy. You couldn’t stop your orgasm from ripping through you.

You squirted around his cock as he continued to fuck you. You were completely losing it now. Your mind softened as you hiccupped in pleasure again and again. “Good girl…good.” Viserys whispered out before his own climax was soon approaching him. He fucked you deeper until he released.

You shook on top of him as you tried to calm yourself. His hands moved up and down your back as you burrowed into his neck. He whispered sweet nothings as a soft yawn escaped you. “Rest now.” Viserys hummed; stroking your hair as his cock continued to stay inside you; pulsating away.

~

A soft frown came over your face as the bright sunlight moved over it. You whined and burrowed into the pillow; your arm reaching out for Viserys but found the bed beside you completely empty. It hurt you more than you thought but you tried to be rational. He was the king, you thought to yourself.

Your bare body brushed against the red, silk sheets as you moved to sit up. Your confusion only grew as you heard hushed voices. A soft blush came over you at the state you were in. You placed the sheets around yourself as you moved from the bed. “I will not have these slanderous comments about my daughter.” You heard Viserys mutter angrily.

You held back your shivers at the soft breeze coming your way as you moved from the bed. You turned a corner to see your own father and Viserys in deep conversation. “Viserys.” You softly whispered out. Your eyes moved to your father for a moment before stepping closer. You missed your father’s eyes widening. 

The King seemingly instantly softened as he turned around to you. “You should be resting.” Viserys whispered and moved to meet you in the middle. His hand reached for yours. “I did.” You hummed and tried not to blush as memories of the night before came through your mind. The King smirked as he realised you were thinking about it.

“Is everything okay?” You whispered to them both. Your father’s eyes on you for a moment before the King spoke. “Your father was just leaving.” He announced and for the first time you realised he wasn’t wearing the badge of the hand of the King. A soft look of confusion came over your face.

“Leaving?” You whispered and it took your father a moment to compose himself. It seemed he had lost control over everything without him noticing. “Yes, I am needed back in old town.” Your father announced and once upon a time you would have returned with him. “Oh. I didn’t realise.” You looked up at Viserys who was staring quite codly to your father before he looked down at you. The coldness easily vanished now.

“I shall go and say goodbye to Alicent.” Your father announced and your eyes locked onto him. “Of course, I will miss you.” The words weren’t true; you could feel yourself becoming more free with each step you took towards him. You softly embraced your father for a moment. His eyes locked onto Viserys who began to smirk.

You missed the exchange as you stepped away. Otto turned to leave at that moment. You had wanted him gone but you were supposed to have done it. Those thoughts fell from your mind as Viserys moved behind you . “Now, where were we?” He purred into your ear and tugged the sheet from your bare body.

“Viserys.” You softly gasped and turned around. Your soft bare breasts brushing against his clothed chest. Your answer was only a smirk as he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips. His hand moved to the back of your head and brought you closer. The kiss easily deepened.

Your own fingers moved into his locks as you moaned. Your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue moved to dance with your own.

[haifoct]

lwj and chili sauce thoughts?

Ah yes, chengzhan and chili sauce thoughts you mean? I yelled at your question, then took it way too seriously than I first anticipated.

The wide, extravagant halls of Carp Tower resounded with Lan Zhan’s loud footsteps. Uncharacteristically hurried and heavy with a persistent attempt to escape—perhaps to hide somewhere or drown himself in the nearest fountain.

Lanling had never been a place Lan Zhan was eager to visit. Unlike his brother, who was aching to stay a little longer, impatient to fly down the mountains a little sooner, and determined to drag Lan Zhan with him, to his sure doom.

"It would be advisable to get accustomed to the current state of jianghu. It’s been three years, Wangji," Lan Xichen’s smile had wavered, the corners of his lips tugged down by Lan Zhan’s failures and incompetence. "Please. You’re always alone, night-hunting. Demons and ghosts are your only company.”

His brother would have regretted his words had he known Lan Zhan would embarrass him again.

Red stained Lan Zhan’s white robes, spreading from his chest and dripping down to his waist. Even his cheeks and hands burnet with embarrassment, more than the spice of chili peppers.

"Have you been in good health, Hanguang-jun?" Pleasantries. "Second Brother is always worried about you. Lanling is delighted to welcome you again." Jin Guangyao’s smile was dappled with a politeness more cruel than slander. He raised his cup with a gentle flutter of his sleeve, hiding behind it as he downed the wine in one gulp.

Lan Zhan had no right to be angry at his brother for divulging the details of his punishment. It was only natural for friends to share their burdens and concerns, offer a shoulder to howl into, ease bated breaths. Not that Lan Zhan would know. 

During the Sunshot Campaign, only Jiang Wanyin had found his presence somewhat passable enough to entrust him with his worries. He had thought they would regroup in Lanling.

How ironic.

Pleasantries, more pleasantries, fake concerns, and loud gossip—all of it exploded all of it had exploded with a jar of chili sauce that Lan Zhan grabbed to ground himself. Eyes stabbed at him, whispers thundered like cicadas on a hot summer day.

Lan Zhan froze, stilled. His brother rushed to his table, and Lan Zhan stormed out.

Embarrassed, humiliated by none other than himself. Foolish and useless, offering another story for Carp Tower to gossip about for another week or two if Lan Zhan was unfortunate enough.

Lan Zhan ran, his stride too shameful for a Lan—as was everything about him.

Finding his way to his quarters in this profligate and gaudy maze should not have been a problem. He had brought spare robes; he could draw a bath and wash the red off his skin along with the memories of this dinner.

He could. He could do that if he weren’t stopped by footsteps drowning out his own. Confident, resolute, and unhurried yet fast, Lan Zhan could recognise that gait by sound alone, by the ground shaking under his feet. He had shared the same path with that man once. He always walked as if every pebble and every blade of grass crushed under his boot belonged to him, as if he owned them, had every right and reason to aimlessly destroy the harmony.

His brother had warned him that Clan Leader Jiang would be joining them in their discussions later rather than sooner.

He hadn’t seen Jiang Wanyin in three years.

He hadn’t planned on crossing paths with that menace of a man today.

"Hanguang-jun," a sharp drawl found him before Jiang Wanyin’s cutting, dark eyes did. His imposingly deep voice echoed through Lan Zhan’s body, deafening his thoughts and violently beating heart. Perhaps Jiang Wanyin, too, was wretched to remember small, unimportant things about Lan Zhan that he would rather forget, scrape out of his mind. "You are as staid as ever. What a great surprise to see you here.”

Jiang Wanyin couldn’t even see him. He made sure to trap Lan Zhan in the spot where he was anchored to the floor. Made it clear he knew, even if Lan Zhan escaped before laying eyes on that savage, attention-hungry man.

Lan Zhan sped up, unwilling to waste his breath. Jiang Wanyin sped up along with him, turning at the intersection of the hallways, his eyes—his angry eyes—immediately capturing Lan Zhan, peering into him in the dim light.

Lan Zhan didn’t want to look, didn’t want to note how much Jiang Wanyin had changed over the years. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, his gaze glued to the floor.

"Hanguang-jun," that voice, that man approached him, each breath drawing closer and closer. Soon he would make a snide remark about Lan Zhan’s appearance, mock him, and tell everyone in Yunmeng about Lan Zhan’s inappropriate mien. "You greet your superiors when they greet you.”

Lan Zhan’s head flew up, his eyebrows forming a frown that only Jiang Wanyin could irk out of him.

Nothing had changed about that resentful man. Jiang Wanyin’s cheeks were a bit hollower, for all Lan Zhan knew. His acerbic smile and scalding eyes, burning with the force of a thousand lightning strikes, remained the same as ever, irritating as usual, crawling under Lan Zhan’s skin. As usual.

His robes—that was new. Dark purples hugged him tightly around his wide shoulders. The fabric was so light, the opening revealed his legs with the flutter of his skirts.

If he could see thin silver patterns on the hems, it only meant… Lan Zhan braced himself, poised for the bile to erupt between the sinister smile.

That smile suddenly dropped.

"Hanguang-jun!" The sudden urgency in Jiang Wanyin’s tone addled Lan Zhan’s brain. He rushed forward, and within three wide steps, he was so close, Lan Zhan swore worry swam behind those dark irises. "Are you injured?”

What?

Jiang Wanyin grabbed him by the shoulders, Zidian hand pressed on Lan Zhan’s chest where chili sauce had stained his robes especially dark red. The strong grip on his skin hurt more than whatever injury Jiang Wanyin imagined him to have.

"Were you attacked?" Jiang Wanyin pulled him closer, tried supporting Lan Zhan’s entire weight.

"Clan Leader Jiang.”

"Ambushed? Isn’t your fucking brother here?" He snarled, and Zidian came to life, excited to slash through a nonexistent threat.

"Jiang Wanyin, unhand me," Lan Zhan insisted, pushing that ridiculous man away. It only compelled Jiang Wanyin to haul him closer into his constricting grasp.

"What the fuck are you saying? My disciples can tend to your wounds, keep you safe for the time being.”

Lan Zhan blinked and blinked and blinked. His head was a flurry of thoughts refusing to align into something that would make sense of Jiang Wanyin. Jiang Wanyin pulled and dragged, Zidian’s light never fizzled out.

"Fucking move or rest on me if you can’t." His scream violently threw Lan Zhan back in time, back to those three months of blood.

That had happened before, hadn’t it?

Lan Zhan resisted, stubbornly refused to move, refused to speak. The truth would embarrass them both.

"Jiang Wanyin, leave.”

"I’m not leaving you." Just like that. Were the deposits of ice they both grew in their hearts so fragile? Could chili sauce exhaust them?

Lan Zhan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Nothing had changed about this seething man. Always fond of making Lan Zhan’s life difficult.

"Chili sauce," Lan Zhan choked out, ears burning.

"What?" Jiang Wanyin finally stopped, froze. However, his hand only gripped tighter.

"I spilled chili sauce.”

Jiang Wanyin let go of him, looked at his stained hands, looked at Lan Zhan, and blushed, suddenly looking so young, boyish in his confused embarrassment. Almost shy, all that confidence, built up even more in the span of three years, gone, dissipated under Lan Zhan’s curious gaze.

"You what?”

"Don’t make me repeat myself.”

"Fuck." Jiang Wanyin stepped away, his hand moving to rub his eyes but stopping midway before he could burn himself with the spice. He glowered at Lan Zhan as if every misfortune in his life was Lan Zhan’s fault. Something they agreed on at last. Familiar and forever constant, that rancour.

Lan Zhan pulled a handkerchief out of his sleeve, extending it to Jiang Wanyin. A hint of mischief and pettiness wasn’t beyond Lan Zhan. It easy to succumb to in Jiang Wanyin’s presence.

“Keep it,” Jiang Wanyin roared, walking past him, his eyes looking anywhere but at Lan Zhan. “Disappear on me again, and I’ll fucking drown you in chili sauce,” he threatened, melding with the darkness of the halls.

Not the strangest thing Lan Zhan had been told today.

Nothing had changed about Jiang Wanyin. That thought scorched him, distracting from chili sauce drying on his skin.

[kirwell]

It's been a minute since I've memorized myself with the og four arcs, but I still feel like the modern warrior clans don't show the things that make them unique as they used to in the older books. Actual culture in the clans has become such a background thing, and the clans' mostly acknowledge each other by overused stereotypes. "ThunderClan gets in everyone's business" "ShadowClan can never be trusted" yeah we know And then WindClan and RiverClan just kinda exist… they don't get involved enough to get slandered at gatherings.

It would be nice to see each clan acknowledged for their odd traditions and unique mannerisms too. And I would love to see the clans themselves DO MORE with their own clanmates that make their clan feel special. Especially now that we're getting more POVs not just from good ol' ThunderClan.

Have RiverClan show their skill for swimming more often. Have them swim to gatherings, unbothered by their slick, drenched coats. Imagine them leaving a gathering, dramatically submerging back into the dark water and disappearing into the night. "How unnatural..."

Have them incorporate water into their fighting technique, as we see in the opening of Into The Wild. Ambush rival cats from the water, or pull them into the water where they have the advantage. I want to see RiverClan excel in water and completely have the upper hand in some battles.

It says RiverClan decorates their nests, but it's rarely shown or appreciated. Let them have the most beautiful camp out of everyone, decorated in shells, pebbles, foliage and feathers. Let the other clans think "wow. why is it so pretty here?" or "ew, why do you decorate with fish scales?"

I want their ceremonies to involve dressing in elaborately made accessories that every cat learns to make. Have cats be given unique shells when they're born, and these shells are given to their chosen mates as a sign of true affection.

Show downtime, where cats just relax on the shoreline, kits playing in the sand, apprentices challenging each other in the water, and elders sunbathing on the rocks.

RiverClan was basically founded by a hippie. Let the clans see them as typically laidback and the type to stop and smell the roses. But when they step up, they have skills that no other clan can match.

Have ShadowClan be excellent at stealth and use the literal shadows to their advantage. Have other cats not notice a ShadowClan patrol until they suddenly burst from the dark.

Imagine they cover themselves in different smells, like mushrooms, moss and pine, to mask their natural scent. I like to think ShadowClan cats have the strongest tolerance for strong or icky smells.

I think it would be cool to have Shadowclan cats know how to mimic night critter noises, like owls, frogs and crickets, to trick prey, or to communicate with their own patrol without drawing away from the natural ambiance.

Show ShadowClan as being able to move in the dark better then any other clan, and let the clans think it's UNCANNY. During nighttime battles, have them lure rivals into the darkness where they can gain the upper hand. Have them work as a team to confuse and disorientate rivals in the darkness, before striking.

Show Shadowclan cats being more nocturnal and more active at night than other clans. They thrive in it, and do most of their training and chores when the sun sets.

I want ShadowClan to be known for more than their bad history and terrible taste in leaders. I want them to be seen as mysterious night dwellers, whose talents best shine in the dark. You will never see them coming until it's too late.

Windclan used to have a lot more goin on, in Tallstar's revenge, having a whole tunneling system with different ranks like Moor Runners and Tunnelers. We could have something similar to this again. Windclan navigating an elaborate abandoned warren underneath their moorland, for quick escapes, safety or even traps.

Have Windclan use the tunnels to outsmart invading clans or predators, or trap them in dead-ends. If their camp was ever overtaken, they could rely on the tunnels as a temporary home, a place no other clan knows how to navigate.

SHOW them as the fastest cats of all the clans. It's not shown all that much, except when WindClan shows up to mee a rival patrol. Show them being able to outrun rival cats, run circles around them, chasing off patrols with unmatchable swiftness.

Birds of prey used to be more of a thing in the books, but they seemed to have disappeared. Have dangerous predators around that only WindClan really knows how to evade or kill, taking down hawks and such, similar to how the Tripe of Rushing Water actively did.

Have Windclan be excellent at camouflage, since the moorlands are so open, they have to learn to blend in with shrubbery, or shroud themselves in plants and mud that blend in while patrolling. For battles, imagine they come dressed in full camouflage / warpaint.

I love the idea of cats singing and the winds just carry their voices away. It would be neat to see ceremonies directly involve the wind, singing different songs with special meanings, or releasing flower petals into the breeze when cats die. Let the other cats think that WindClan is strange, since no other clans have songs that pass through generations. Cat singing is weird.

WindClan once prided themselves for "being closer to Starclan" literally because they lived under the open sky. Imagine they're the only clan to recognize constellations, stargaze and create stories based off them.

WindClan gets wrecked more times than not, but they've got spirit, and I want the clans to see it.

SkyClan had a pretty rich culture prior to moving to the Lake, and lot of it tied into their environment, so understandably, they lost so much because of Darktail. I love Skyclan honestly, and I want to see them thrive again so much.

I wish we got to see them climb trees a bit more in public, using them during patrols, jumping from branch to branch. We saw them use this method in battle, jumping down from above and landing on their enemies, and I would love to see more of this!

Show SkyClan cats as excellent climbers who don't fear heights. Causally hanging out in trees and other precarious places for pure enjoyment. Let the other clans think that it's weird and dangerous, and they're stupid for doing it. But also it makes them uneasy, cause Skyclan could attack from ANYWHERE if there's trees.

I'd LOVE to see Skyclan continue to take in kittypets/strays/loners as Daytime-Warriors, and have this general acceptance of outsiders. The OG clans are very prejudice, as we know, even against each other, so it would be neat to showcase Skyclan's tolerance for non-clan-blooded cats. If Skyclan is ever in danger, imagine a legion of outsiders rushing in to aid their SkyClan friends, much to the other clans' shock.

Skyclan to me have always felt like they'd be storytellers, given how much they've been through and how their clan came to be. Would love to see them talk more about their experiences and history to the other clans, and encourage openness and change.

SkyClan is new to the Lake, but I want them to bring in what made them special and show it off. They've got so much heart, how can you not admire them for their strength?

And of course ThunderClan. The protagonist clan that's begun to feel so bland to me personally. We spent the most time with them, and I miss seeing what made them unique. (I'm very nostalgic for into the wild vibes)

ThunderClan has lived in their new home beside the Lake for years now, and I feel like it's barely talked about or used in any special way. I want to see them use their environment more.

Have it tradition for young cats to learn how to scale the rocky cliffs, in case of emergency. Have ThunderClan cats excel at scaling uneven surfaces, like little whiskered mountain goats. Oh, a Thunderclan cat was pushed off a cliff in battle? No matter. They manage to keep their cool and catch onto the surface, and scale back up or down with ease.

ThunderClan has lived through so much history, and have been at the center of it many times, so I would love to see them have more downtime together, sharing legendary stories and reliving old memoires of the past so it's never forgotten. Or fuzzy stories, just pleasant memories from a time in the past, where they learned valuable lessons or enjoyed time with loved ones.

Let everyone do fun activates and team building exercises, to strength their bonds, like hunting or cliff scaling competitions where they must work together. ThunderClan have their unsavory moments, but let's be honest, they're the heart of all the clans, holding them together more times than driving them apart. Anyway, that's the end of that. I just wanna see some inner clan chemistry, OK??? Is that too much to ask?

[olympic-paris]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more …

August 14

383 BC – Demosthenes, famed orator and politician, is born in Athens. Anyone who has struggled with public speaking knows the parable about putting pebbles in your mouth. It was Demosthenes who invented the practice. When he wasn't practicing with pebbles he was dating the young men of the city.

Demosthene's political rival, Aeschines uses Demosthenes' pederastic realtionships as a means to attack him. In the case of Aristion, a youth from Plataea who lived for a long time in Demosthenes' house, Aeschines mocks the "scandalous" and "improper" relationship. In another speech, Aeschines brings up the pederastic relation of his opponent with a boy called Cnosion. The slander that Demosthenes' wife also slept with the boy suggests that the relationship was contemporary with his marriage. Aeschines claims that Demosthenes made money out of young rich men, such as Aristarchus, the son of Moschus, whom he allegedly deceived with the pretence that he could make him a great orator. He also accused Demosthenes of having been such a bad erastes (older male lover-mentor) to Aristarchus so as not even to deserve the name. His crime, according to Aeschines, was to have betrayed his eromenos (young lover-ward) by pillaging his estate, allegedly pretending to be in love with the youth so as to get his hands on the boy's inheritance.

Demosthenes devoted his most productive years to opposing Macedon's expansion. He idealized his city and strove throughout his life to restore Athens' supremacy and motivate his compatriots against Philip II of Macedon. He sought to preserve his city's freedom and to establish an alliance against Macedon, in an unsuccessful attempt to impede Philip's plans to expand his influence southwards by conquering all the other Greek states. After Philip's death, Demosthenes played a leading part in his city's uprising against the new King of Macedonia, Alexander the Great. However, his efforts failed and the revolt was met with a harsh Macedonian reaction. To prevent a similar revolt against his own rule, Alexander's successor in this region, Antipater, sent his men to track Demosthenes down. Demosthenes took his own life, in order to avoid being arrested by Archias, Antipater's confidant.

1840 – Richard von Krafft-Ebing (d.1902), before Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung monopolized the spotlight in the early twentieth century, filled the role as the world's most preeminent psychiatrist in the latter part of the nineteenth century. His carefully detailed work involving hundreds of case studies shed light on the sexual habits of a wide spectrum of men and women. Although he personally abhorred homosexuality, his non-judgmental and open-minded analyses of these cases helped support the earliest organized movements for the decriminalization of homosexuality in Germany.

Born in Baden, Germany, 1840 to a family of minor nobility, Krafft-Ebing eagerly followed his grandfather's prodding to study medicine. From the outset he inclined towards a specialization in psychiatry, even though the field did not enjoy wide acceptance as a legitimate area of concentration. After completing his studies at the University of Heidelberg, Krafft-Ebing held positions at various asylums for the mentally disturbed, but concluded that these institutions merely served to isolate and separate the patients from society at large without providing much treatment or hope of cure. Therefore, he resolved to focus on education.

Early on, he taught at Strasbourg, which had just come into German hands. However, the Germans insisted on the school's being a showpiece of German learning to the special detriment and exclusion of all things French. Krafft-Ebing found such artificial restrictions on the paths of learning objectionable and accepted a position at Graz, in the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Still later, he taught in Vienna, where he also served as a leading psychiatric-forensics expert. Krafft-Ebing published his first major book, A Textbook of Insanity, in 1879. In this work he provided extensive systems for categorizing and classifying mental disorders. His goal was to offer ways by which those coming into contact with people who may be mentally ill could identify the nature of the problem and respond appropriately. In Psychopathia Sexualis, first published in 1886, he continued this trend, this time concentrating on sexual disorders.

Although Krafft-Ebing always insisted that Psychopathia Sexualis was written for those in the medical and legal professions, he nevertheless accepted that the book's popularity extended far beyond his intended audience. Based as his work was on prodigious numbers of case studies, Krafft-Ebing found himself inundated with responses from people who, for the first time, discovered that there were others who shared their proclivities, that they were not entirely alone and without recourse.

While his work discussed masochism, fetishism, sadism (all terms that he introduced), and a variety of other sexual issues, homosexuality clearly dominated his work. Although he tried to present consistent and unified explanations for same-sex sexual feelings, he never managed to establish a single, clear-cut cause. Early on, he stated that homosexuality stemmed from hereditary degeneracy, but he also asserted that masturbation, prepubescent sexuality, and/or debauchery could trigger the condition as well.

In addition, he was strongly influenced by Karl Ulrichs and his "urnings" theory, which was a form of "man trapped in a woman's body" or mental hermaphroditism explanation. As his book reached ever wider circles of readers, men who previously had little or no outlet to discuss their inner feelings contacted Krafft-Ebing and voluntarily served as subjects for his case studies. He discovered that, contrary to his beliefs that these men were moral degenerates, inferior specimens of humanity, and sufferers of mental affliction, most of the subjects exhibited characteristics of moral, physical, and mental health every bit as robust as "normal" men. Indeed, he observed that what mental suffering they did show stemmed from the constant societal and cultural disapproval they experienced. In other words, their homosexuality was not caused by mental illness; rather, their mental illness was caused by the harsh treatment or the secrecy they endured because of their homosexuality.

In the final edition of Psychopathia Sexualis published before his death, Krafft-Ebing amended his earlier position and asserted that the homosexual condition was merely one of many possible manifestations of sexual desire and not, in and of itself, indicative of mental disease. Furthermore, he lent his signature and support to Magnus Hirschfeld's efforts to repeal Paragraph 175 of the German constitution, which prohibited homosexual acts. Pragmatically, he did not participate in similar efforts to overturn Austria-Hungary's prohibitive law.

Three main concepts became more fully developed because of Krafft-Ebing's work. First, homosexual desire became recognized as a category of sexual desire. In other words, the sex act itself was independent of the orientation. The desire for same-sex sexual activity preceded and/or caused the activity, rather than the other way around, as had previously been thought. Secondly, the love and affection experienced between same-sex partners carries equal moral value to that experienced between men and women. Finally, homosexual men need not be excessively effeminate or otherwise physically recognizable.

Interestingly enough, Krafft-Ebing used the term "heterosexual," which he coined, as a category of perversion equivalent to, but distinct from, "homosexual." The moral argument against homosexuality rested upon its being an act of sex without possibility of reproduction and therefore contrary to nature. Krafft-Ebing applied the term heterosexual to refer to instances of men and women engaging in sex when, due to contraception, age, or other conditions, there was little or no chance of reproduction and therefore contrary to nature.

Krafft-Ebing retired from teaching at the age of sixty-one. However, he continued a full regimen of writing and editing, as well as seeing patients privately. He died within a year of his retirement, on December 22, 1902. Although Freud was influenced by Krafft-Ebing's work, the Freudian model of homosexuality reverted to the view that it was a disease, an aberration to be treated. Freud's concept shaped the views of twentieth-century psychiatry far more than Krafft-Ebing's. It was not until the latter half of the century that Krafft-Ebing's theories regained general acceptance among the medico-psychiatric community.

1923 – William Flanagan (d.1969) was an American composer of the mid-twentieth century. Flanagan was a great admirer of Maurice Ravel and Aaron Copland, who became something of a mentor to Flanagan.

His best work was in the realm of vocal music. Although little known today, as well as unsuccessful and undervalued in his time, a number of his brief vocal compositions, including Horror Movie and The Upside-Down Man, have been recorded.

He is best known today as having been the long-time lover of playwright Edward Albee, with whom he wrote an opera after Bartleby, the Scrivener.

He composed the music for Albee's adaptation of Carson McCullers' novel, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe, as well as his adaptation of James Purdy's Malcolm.

Flanagan committed suicide in 1969, after which Copland eulogized him in a memorial concert.

1940 – Tom Eyen (d.1991) was a Tony Award and Grammy Award winning American playwright, lyricist, television writer, and theatre director.

Born in Cambridge, Ohio, Eyen is best known for works at opposite ends of the theatrical spectrum. Mainstream theatregoers became acquainted with him in 1981 when he partnered with composer Henry Krieger and director Michael Bennett to write the book and lyrics for Dreamgirls, the hit Broadway musical about a Supremes-style singing trio.

Eyen's career started, however, with avant garde plays and musicals that he wrote and directed off-off Broadway in the early 1960s, which eventually led to off-Broadway success in the 1970s with the controversial nudity-filled performance-art play The Dirtiest Show in Town and Women Behind Bars, a camp parody of women's prison exploitation films.

Eyen also worked in television and contributed scripts to the 1976-78 ground-breaking evening soap opera parody, Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman. In 1978, he earned an Emmy Award nomination for writing Bette Midler's television special Ol' Red Hair is Back.

Eyen and Krieger first worked together on the 1975 musical version of Eyen's revue The Dirtiest Show in Town, called The Dirtiest Musical in Town. Nell Carter's performance in that musical inspired Eyen and Krieger to craft a musical about black back-up singers, which they workshopped for Joe Papp but shelved when Carter dropped out in 1978. A year later, the project caught the interest of Broadway director-producer-choreographer Michael Bennett, who asked Eyen to direct a workshop production of Big Dreams, as the musical was then known, with Divine and gospel singer Jennifer Holliday as Carter's replacement. However, Holliday left the project, unhappy that her character died at the conclusion of the first act. After several workshops and numerous rewrites, Bennett decided that he needed Holliday, and the team rewrote act two to build up Holliday's character.

Produced on Broadway in 1981, Dreamgirls was the biggest success of Eyen's career. It was nominated for thirteen Tony Awards, including two for Eyen: Best Book and, as lyricist, Best Original Score. The show won six Tonys, including Best Book. It also earned Eyen a Drama Desk Award nomination for Outstanding Lyrics. The original cast album won Eyen a Grammy Award as lyricist, and one of the show's songs, And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going, sung by Holliday, became a top hit and is now a standard.

When a film adaptation of Dreamgirls by writer/director Bill Condon was released in 2006 by DreamWorks and Paramount Pictures, the soundtrack became a number one hit, and two of Eyen's songs from the soundtrack, And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going, sung by Jennifer Hudson, and One Night Only, sung by Beyoncé Knowles (credited as Deena Jones & The Dreams), became hits again.

Eyen's 1984 attempt to duplicate his Dreamgirls success with Kicks: The Showgirl Musical, a collaboration with composer Alan Menken about members of the Rockettes during World War II, never made it past the workshop stages, though individual numbers from the show are sometimes performed in concert.

Eyen died of AIDS-related complications in Palm Beach, Florida at the age of 50. In 1993, he posthumously received the Jerome Lawrence & Robert E Lee Theatre Research Institute Award at The Ohio State University, where his papers are archived.

1943 – Alfred Corn is an American poet and essayist. Corn was born in Bainbridge, Georgia and raised in Valdosta, Georgia. Corn graduated from Emory University in 1965 with a B.A. in French literature. Corn earned an M.A. in French literature at Columbia University in 1967.

Corn travelled to France on a Fulbright Scholarship where he met Ann Jones, whom he would later marry in 1967 and divorce in 1971 as Corn became more fully aware of his homosexuality. Soon, he was partnered with the architect Walter Brown in the years 1971-1976, and then with J.D. McClatchy from 1977 until 1989. In 1976, Corn published his first book of poetry All Roads at Once.

Corn & McClatchy 1987

After his divorce from Jones, Corn wrote, with nonchalance, that both he and Jones were "snapped up by someone else / (Your new Victor . . . / My new Walter)."

In his later books, Corn addresses more frankly the themes of homosexual love and the domestic life, most poignantly in the poems "A Marriage of the Nineties" and "Insertion Arias" (both from Present). In the latter, the speaker talks to his lover as they listen to Mozart's arias after love-making:

Eyes closed, we let intentional sound sink in. For a while, all we are is a voice as it steps and glides over textured strings made one harmonic flesh with woodwinds. The music's pulse is hard to tell from ours, and blind attention doubles what it hears. Dancelike themes and pitched words in an old language not by me always translatable replace the "I love you" we save for times we mean it to the bone.

In Contradictions, Corn furthers his frank exploration of life as a gay man in poems such as "My Last June in Chelsea" and "To a Lover Who is HIV-Positive." The latter begins "You ask what I feel," and answers: Love; and a fear that the so far implacable cunning of a virus will smuggle away substantial warmth, the face, the response telling us who we are and might be.

Another theme that runs throughout Corn's work is that of America and what it means to be an American. Corn has declared himself as "first and last . . . an American writer" and cites as his influences some of the greatest gay poets and writers America has produced. Poems like his series "American Portraits" (from Contradictions) and "1992" (from Autobiographies) literally span the country's history and geography, the latter examining the United States in the latter half of the twentieth century as the speaker spends a year traveling the country via its interstate highways.

Though much of Corn's poetry is emphatically American in its embrace of the country's landscape, language, and sensibilities, it is also greatly informed by the author's travels around the world and his great appreciation and knowledge of the rich literary, historic, artistic, and cultural traditions of Europe. Some of his strongest poems are set in Europe and draw from his experiences there. In the moving "La Madeleine" (Autobiographies, 1992), the poet revisits the histories and myths surrounding the story of Mary of Magdala (known as Mary Magdalene) and the theme of Proust's famous "petite madeleine." The poem ranges from the caves of Lascaux, to the paintings of Caravaggio, to a Parisian cafe. The work is also a moving memorial to Corn's friend critic David Kalstone, who died of AIDS in 1986.Corn received an Award in Literature from the Academy of Arts and Letters in 1983 and a Guggenheim Fellowship in 1986. In 1987, he was awarded a Fellowship of the Academy of American Poets.

In 1997 Corn wrote the novel, Part of His Story.

As of 2008, Corn had written nine books of poetry, one novel, and one book of essays.

1959 – Dale Scott s a former umpire in Major League Baseball. He worked in the American League from 1986 to 1999, and officiated in both leagues from 2000 until his retirement after the 2017 season. He became a crew chief in 2001. He wore uniform number 39 his first two years and number 5 thereafter.

Scott began umpiring at age 15 and entered the minor leagues in 1981, eventually working his way up to the American Association. He umpired in the World Series in 1998, 2001 and 2004, in the All-Star Game in 1993, 2001, and 2011, calling balls and strikes. He has also worked in six League Championship Series (1996, 1999, 2000, 2002, 2009, 2013) and in twelve Division Series (1995, 1997, 1998, 2001, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2007, 2008, 2011, 2014, 2015).

Scott worked a total of 3,897 regular season games, 91 post season games, and had 90 ejections in his MLB career.

When the AL introduced red shirts in 1996, Scott frequently was the only umpire to wear the color, rather than the usual navy blue. He almost always wore the red shirt when working home plate, including Game 3 of the 1998 World Series at Qualcomm Stadium.

On May 30, 1988, Scott ejected New York Yankees manager Billy Martin from a game against the Oakland Athletics. Martin was suspended for three games for throwing dirt at Scott during the argument.

Scott worked his last game on April 14, 2017, in Toronto. In the 8th inning he got struck in the mask and was carted off the field with a concussion and whiplash. This was Scott's fourth concussion in five years, his second in nine months. After consulting with several sports medicine and concussion specialists, Scott decided not to return, and announced his retirement in December 2017.

Scott worked as a radio personality at KBDF, a Top 40 station in Eugene, Oregon, in the late 1970s. He is an avid Oregon Ducks football fan and often attends games at Autzen Stadium when given the opportunity. He is friends with baseball commentator Harold Reynolds. Scott came out as gay in 2014, thus becoming the first openly gay umpire in MLB, and is married to Michael Rausch who he met at CC Slaughters in Portland on October 6, 1986. In 2015, he was inducted into the National Gay and Lesbian Sports Hall of Fame.

Mike Rausch and Dale Scott

2013 – American middle distance runner Nick Symmonds made headlines after competing in the World Track and Field Championships in Moscow, when he dedicated his silver medal to the LGBT community in the fight for equality ahead of the 2014 Sochi Olympics.

He said,

"Whether you're gay, straight, black, white, we all deserve the same rights. If there's anything I can do to champion the cause and further it, I will, shy of getting arrested. I respect Russians' ability to govern their people. I disagree with their laws. I do have respect for this nation. I disagree with their rules."

2006 Andre Boisclair, the first openly gay Canadian politician, becomes the leader of Parti Quebecois in Quebec. In November 2012, he was named as the new provincial delegate-general in New York City.

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SAINTS? SAENTS. — FRUITY PEBBLES

synopsis. where an all korean high school finally gets an international student ... turned into a group of 5.

meet saeboms internationals and peek at their lives as they adapt to the new world their thrown in together!

warnings. cussing, jake slander, literally a sprinkle of jen feeling down (but its ok! she has her amazing friends to pick her back up!!!), lmk if anything else should be added

jumping off the bus, you and keeho rushed to the spot that your group usually hung out at. a simple bench that was somewhat between the entrance and school itself since jen absolutely hated walking and wanted to get to a spot as quick as possible but to a distance where it was easy for you to fight your way through a mob of students trying to get to class asap as the bell rang.

you could spot chunhua sitting there, still nervous even after attending the school for 2+ years. "sprinting" (yall know damn well you are NOT sprinting at 7 in the morning) towards the bench, hua practically jumped up, meeting you "half way", hugging you and keeho tightly. a bystander would've assumed the three of you hadn't seen each other in centuries when, in reality, you all had seen each other (including jake and jen!!) 2 days ago for school supply shopping and a sleepover at jens.

"I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE ALONE HERE!!" chunhua dramatically wailed while keeho snickered, and you pressed multiple kisses on her cheeks, knowing that the ticklish feeling would have her laughing her ass off soon. "MY POOR BABY!! MWAH MWAH MWAH MWAH" you wailed just as dramatically back, letting out a few henious laughs in between. keeho simply tried shutting the both of you up, covering his face and trying to cover yours and hers as well, slightly embarrassed at the judging stares whispers aimed at you three.

they'd definitely have more to talk about as jake and jen crashed into the three, laughing just as hard. a few "FUCK YOU JAKE"'s were passed around along with some "I'LL SHOVE FRUITY PEBBLES DOWN YOUR THROAT"'s in the chaos. landing all over and around the bench, the saents continued to catch up over what happened the past 2 days. even if it was all said in the group chat, it always felt like a whole new story when talked about in person. in the middle of jen discussing her petty fight with her sister, rachel, she stopped, mouth still open, hearing the sound of a motorcycle engine running and soon seeing the motorcycle itself pull up into the schools parking lot, visible from where the 5 sat. all heads turned to the direction of the parking lot, heart eyes coming from the majority (including our very own jennifer huh) as han seojun took off his helmet, shaking his hair into place. a few squeals erupted as he got off the bike and walked towards the school, dusting off his uniform. turning his head to glance at a few of the admirers, and even sending a wink towards a lucky one, his gaze landed on jen, giving her a small smile and wave, which she returned back.

they had known each other from when they had partnered up for a project together. based on the rumors, jen DREADED working with him, afraid she'd have to do all the work herself. surprisingly, he had made an effort to understand the task at hand, and with all of the hard work, the two passed with an 82. usually, jen scored higher, being a pretty good student. this time, she didn't seem to mind the 82, knowing how difficult it was for the boy who barely paid attention in class to get his act together for the little time they had for the project. the time spent together wasn't boring at all despite it mostly being on work. he would do his best to make things more comfortable and casual for her, cracking a few jokes (that she laughed VERY hard at) from time to time and doing his best to do as much as the work for her.. even though she ended up having to edit most of it. after the project ended, she expected him to treat her like a stranger all over again, only to see how he did his best to maintain their friendly relationship, helping her out when he could and waving at her with a smile every time he saw her. soon enough, everything he did just made jen's heart flutter and fill her stomach with butterflies as her face slightly reddened with a blush.

it was only until a weight was added to her chest along with all these other feelings when lim jugyeong transferred to the school. everyone knew of lee suho and han seojun's beef at this point and the rumors of a love triangle between them and jugyeong rose. the fact that seojun made it so obvious he was chasing after jugyeong had everyone wondering if he was just doing it to go against suho or if he genuinely liked her, including jen.

watching him run to bother jugyeong, who was chattit was only until a weight was added to her chest along with all these other feelings when lim jugyeong transferred to the school. everyone knew of lee suho and han seojun's beef at this point and the rumors of a love triangle between them and jugyeong rose. watching him bother jugyeong who was simply walking with sooah and soojin at the steps, her smile dropped for a second, only for a smaller one to be brought back up as you, keeho, jake, and chunhua nudged her, giving her big hugs, to cheer her up. then the affirmations came in, and she couldn't help but giggle as they started turning into bickering as well (mostly targeted toward jake because he just can't be fake for a SECOND..) that silenced once she was the one who initiated the big group hug. "thanks guys.. i'll just continue doing my best to get his interest!" jen spoke with a determined and hopeful look that made everyone else feel way better. you were so worried and afraid of your dear friend getting hurt, her beautiful smile falling for longer. all you could hope was things would work out in her favor now. lord.. this school year was going to be a LONG ONE..

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okay the au seems like its slandering rivulet "who just is kinda there" BUT they have potential to be one of the coolest guys

theyre a traveler from another dimension they should get to have a cool story

they steal the rarefraction cell from pebbles earlier so pebbs HATES them. he wasn't willing to give that away yet and this means riv has essentially restored moon before even survivor's timeline.

actually in my head hunter stole it because they were like "well if i can't ascend why not help moon better because she's. still not doing great"

pebbs thinks it was riv regardless but yeah riv joins the team

most of the time theyre kind of pathetic but they can absolutely CARRY the group [ literally ] in the rain or in underwater areas. never worry about drainage system again

ill be honest they still dont sound that cool. ill find a way to make them cooler

tldr: riv is a dimension traveler and also wanted dead by pebbles for being a heart stealer [ again literally ]. even though theyre only an accomplice

edit: what if epic riv and arti showdown

edit again: what if i make this "the reason" [ non canonically but in the canon universe i guess. how do i word this ] that moon refers to riv like theyre dead. they literally got bored and started wreaking havoc themself. evil riv??

evil riv is such a funny idea to me. lets screw up the timeline more that would be fun

[silkysong]

The shame and guilt that came from killing Looks to the Moon was so horrific that I had to reset my entire game. Is that a universal experience? Does everyone know not to slander/slaughter the Moon? Is she that respected among players?

—Just some guy

i didnt experience the moon murder cuz i visited five pebbles first and she told me to fuck off after trying to eat her neurons.....but when you dont have the mark and she just nyeeughs pathetically at you how are u supposed to know!!!!! neurons look delicious!!! cant help it

but she is generally respected cuz why would you be mean to her :( shes just a silly girl that reads u sleepytime stories