#round 3.8

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round 3.8 poll 1

Dziwny ogród (A strange garden) by Józef Mehoffer, 1903:

propaganda: it’s a very strange garden indeed. im always mesmerized by the giant dragonfly, and the vibrant colours, and the perfectly green apples…

Czesząca się (A girl brushing her hair) by Władysław Ślewiński, 1897:

propaganda: red hair pretty. also i like how we can see her face in the mirror

[mynameis-a]

just now realizing that 3.8 is yet another example of "group of girls + kaeya"

[1roentgen]

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Round 3 Poll 8

Byroden, Tal'Dorei: Byroden is a rapidly-growing frontier town in the south of the Tal’Dorei Republic. It is the hometown of Vox Machina’s twins Vex’ahlia and Vax’ildan, as well as Opal of the Crown Keepers. When the twins spoke of the place they left in 793, they considered it a backwater farming village, but after being razed by a dragon in 795, It was significantly changed by the time the Crown Keepers visited in 842.

image is official art by blacksalander

Jrusar, Marquet: Jrusar is the capital city of the Oderan Wilds. It has a very distinctive appearance, as it is built into the sides of five stone tower formations rising above the Oderan jungle. The steep cliffsides give rise to stacked streets, and the city is navigated by means of cablecars, small air vehicles called brumeskippers, and flying mounts called simurghs. The tallest tower has a heavily-trafficked skyport, and skyships are often seen docked there.

image is official art by eldritchblep

[camelspit]

Brant [REDACTED] by @tw-5

Lady Vespera by @thefoxysnake

Propaganda:

Brant [REDACTED]:

"he killed his wife!!! he destroyed his life!!! he has never done a single thing right and he is a tragedy and he got crushed by a rock!!!! hes a loser and a creep and a weirdo and it is mostly his fault!!!" @camelspit

Lady Vespera:

"AWOOGA (please perform vivisection on me)" (anonymous)

"Support women in STEM" (anonymous)

[tofu83]

What men bred for

3.8 A Memory

This is a memory of a "wild human". The so-called wild are just prey-type humans that often escape from hunting. They are actually still bred by machines rather than reproducing by themselves in the wild. We can be sure of this because we only produce male humans.

The robot hunters who are rounding up wild humans are also converted from the humans we cultivated. Their predecessors are hunter-type humans.

Our scientific research team purchased this memory on the black market and they have confirmed that it belongs to one of the two prey, but they are not sure which one. However, analysis found that the individual with this memory was very strong and longed for stronger power. When escaping, he was not thinking about his weakness, but wondering why he was not a robot.

Such a strong, positive human being who desires to be controlled by Masters should not be kept as a prey type in a hunting ground for entertainment, but should be brought back to the laboratory to extract its "essence" and replicate it to create more excellent ones like him.

This proves that the current practice of breeding humans for entertainment is a waste of resources and should be banned.

In addition, we also strongly recommend retrieving these two wild humans in our memories. At least one of them is an extremely precious individual and must not be culled. Be sure to act as soon as possible to avoid being bought and modified by someone who knows the goods and destroying the pure genetic sequence.

[chunkfunkgunk-offishal]

Today on CHUNK! FUNK! GUNK! We rate

my cat TWIX:

8/10 Chunk

7/10 Funk

3.8/10 Gunk

Though her bones hold her back from pure chunkiness, she is a round little creature that feels a lot like a waterbed— squishy but with a firmness to her. Like a bowling ball made of jelly. High chunk. My little stinky’s appearance is very odd. She has sunken in eyes and little patches of cream about them that make her look perpetually upset, unamused, or perturbed. Her paws are teeny tiny and I have many bruises in the shape of her stabby little feet all over my legs. She has oddly defined cheekbones for a cat, which add to the perpetual frown on her tiny face. Also her head is TINY. It’s like literally 4 inches wide. TINY. She looks like a pigeon. Also, she has a “W” on her chest, isn’t that neat? High funk. You’re probably wondering how a cat can be gunky. I mean, they don’t produce anything more than the normal mucuses of mammals? Well… Twix has IBS, so you can imagine… Some gunk.

Overall Rating: I would die for her/10

I’ve had Twix for about 7 years and I love her with all of my being. We (my family) found her dying of starvation in a shed at around 4 weeks old and now she is the dappled little bowling ball that you see here. She is my mimi-moomoo, my buubleewuublee, my little angel, my chunk, my chunky-monkey, my chunkadamunkadamunkadachunkada, and mi pequeñita rechonchita. I adore her.

Happy April Fools Day!

[morallysuperiorlips]

How I Come Up With Compelling and Fun Characters!

Back at you again with another TedTalk.

Coming up with well-rounded characters is my favorite part of the writing process. I like to come up with convoluted plots, so ofc convoluted characters have to follow. While I am someone who is VERY guilty of injecting my own traits/experiences into my characters (because I like to live vicariously through them or use them to cope don't @ me), I try to do that once I've established them as their own people. Because then they just end up being other versions of me, and we don't want that trust me

The adage I like to live by is "when the character feels real to you, they'll feel real to the reader," so I try to go out of my way to know as much as I can about them before I start to put them down on paper.

I know full names, birthdays (down to the hour), exact heights, blood types, favorite colors, foods, etc. and I try to know most of the surface-level things. I'll try to delve a little deeper but I do like to let my characters breathe when I'm writing them because sometimes they do things that make me stare into the camera like I'm on the Office and I want to give them the room to do so because that's like 60% of the process (in my humblest of opinions as a self-taught/ professional hybrid)

When I first started writing my novel, I could tell you off the top of my head that my protagonist, Odette Harmonie Cinq-Mars, was born in the little fictional town of Pendulum Province, France on December 14th, 1997 at 8:16pm, her blood type is AB+, she's 5'0, she's left-handed, and her favorite color is royal purple. I could also tell you she has anger issues, is hyper-observant, is a classically trained singer and dancer, and is kind of cold as a person. That last trait ended up writing most of itself out as she developed, but it's how she started, and I never got much deeper than that until I wrote her.

But, rewinding a little bit, I like to come up with ideas for my characters from tropes and stereotypes. My truest formula for coming up with characters is:

Trope/Archetype

- Some tropey traits

+ Traits you might not normally see in that trope/archetype

+ As many details as possible

+ Putting them in random situations that come to mind and watching them figure it out (even if it might be unrelated to the plot)

+ A little bit of yourself (always optional)

For example:

My "tropiest" character's name is Noel Masse; he was heavily based on the archetype of the peacocky gay theater kid who kinda has a hoe streak. Before you come for my neck, hear me out.

What are traits of this trope I could erase (or heavily modify) for him? From my experience theater kids get kinda cliquey--not all, but some--Noel has his friends, but he's the type who wants to be friends with everyone. He doesn't like to judge unless people give him a reason to. Theater kids might have their heads in the clouds all the time, and Noel airs on the side of keeping himself grounded when he needs to.

What are some odd traits I could add to him? What can I expand on? Noel has severe indecision--he's a theater kid who doesn't know if he wants to be theater kid. He has dedicated his life to being a musical theater star, but he has a calling in mystery solving, coding, and all things tech. This indecision often cripples him, and even seeps into his love life, which leads to some promiscuity~

What are the little details I know about Noel? Noel Coretyn Masse is a natural born witch, born in a little (fictional) city in France called Athamera on September 9th, 1997 at 12:11am. He is 6'0, 175 pounds, blood type O-, ENFP-T, right-handed, his favorite color is royal blue, and he has a gifted vocal octave range (3.8), and is very good at most forms of dance.

What scenarios have I put him in that helped him build? This was actually how I decided he was good with technology and all things coding, hacking, computers, etc. I figured out he was good at this stuff when I needed a character to hack something later on in the story and I threw him into the mix just to see what would happen and it stuck IMMEDIATELY. So, this category can also help build category 2 for sure.

Bits of me? His dedication to the arts and his desire for a large friend group hope I didn't just roast myself lol

DISCLAIMER: I want to make a note for anyone who thinks that this is overkill: yes, it probably is. But, I also want to note that I have been told time and time again that my characterization in my stories is my strongest point. So, clearly I'm doing SOMETHING right here.

I also want to note that this is NOT the "correct" way of coming up with characters. In fact, I don't think there is a "correct" way (as is with most things artistic and creative). This is just MY way of doing things. If you have a way that you come up with characters that works for you, I'd love to hear about it!

[smalllady]

Places in Mass Effect 2 - Korlus Korlus' biggest business is the recycling of decommissioned or junked spacecraft into their component parts. While the invention of omni-gel has made this process significantly cleaner, it is still a dirty business that chokes Korlus' sky with smog and fills its ports with megatons of scrap. A shady hospitality industry and a scavenger underclass round out the spectacle of urban decay. TRAVEL ADVISORY: Korlus ranks second in murder per capita in the Terminus Systems and first in offworlder murder. Civilian traffic is encouraged to employ security professionals when visiting. Population: 3.8 billion (est.) Colony Founded: 1781 Capital: Choquo (disputed) Orbital Distance: 1.3 AU Orbital Period: 1.5 Earth Years Radius: 6,850 km Day Length: 28.9 Earth Hours Atmospheric Pressure: 1.5 Earth Atmospheres Surface Temperature: 28 Celsius Surface Gravity: 1.3 G

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Round 3.8

Propaganda under the cut:

Romeo Battle Royale: "Romeo and Juliet except there's nine Romeos that kill each other to be with Juliet. It was written as a tragedy and ended up being seen as a comedy. It's said that all the dead Romeos were shot into space; this is never elaborated on."

Scarlet Mirror: [Propaganda link]

[Second propaganda link]

[polish-art-tournament]

round 3.8 poll 2

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Orka na Ukrainie (Ploughing in Ukraine) by Leon Wyczółkowski, 1892:

propaganda: coming to you from the author of the beutiful beets painting from the first tournament: cows in the prettiest hues of the colour blue you’ve ever seen

Matka z dziećmi (Mother with children) by Mela Muter, 1911:

propaganda/about the artist: for a very long time Muter was practically forgotten and only now her art is beginning to be appreciated. she painted a lot of artworks with the theme of motherhood and women's vulnerability

[paperclip-skz]

Words Are Overrated

fem*Reader x Jisung

*WARNING*

contains: oral (f receiving), teasing, orgasm denial, nicknames, first time, hickeys, and praising, let me know if I missed anything.

WC: 3.8

*********

It all started at a party. 

You and some friends were celebrating a birthday, you weren’t sure whose birthday it was, you knew it was your friend’s friend of a friend…you got roped into this party because your friend was complaining that you didn’t get out enough. 

You groaned at her annoying bickering. So, here you are, standing in the kitchen of a stranger's home holding a red solo cup full of soda close to your chest. Your friend stood by you for a good portion at the beginning, but you lost her when yet another stranger (supposedly her friend) dragged her along to the living room, made to impersonate a dance floor. 

You watched her from afar, she had a glowing smile as she danced with her friend. You liked dancing, but you didn’t like crowds. And from the growing party it was enough to avoid the supposed ‘dance floor’, you are perfectly content watching everyone else move their bodies along to the music. 

You can tell your friend is overly drunk by the way she rocks her hip frantically to the beat, you bring the solo cup up to your lips to hide a slight giggle. 

“So you're hiding too” The contents of your drink practically spill out of your lips when you jump. 

You turn around ready to defend yourself, but you're stunned by the eyes you meet. Big, brown, boba eyes, and a small smile adoring his round cheeks. He has a slim, small button nose that scrunches when his smile reaches his eyes and his hair falls perfectly in front of his face, not enough to cover his curious eyes but enough to cast a shadow over his forehead. 

The words get caught in your throat as you bore into his stare. “You okay sweetheart?”

You stammer trying to relocate your voice. The slight laugh that escapes you sends the mystery man chuckling as well. 

“Jisung” he holds out his hand. Get it together Y/N. 

“Y/N” You take his hand, and you give him a small smile. 

Jisung points his head in the direction of the dance floor. “Your friend?”

Your attention is back on your friend, aimlessly grinding away on some helpless soul who’s probably too stunned and too drunk to know what to do with his hands.   

The sight makes you laugh again, “Yup, that's my friend. Been with her since freshman year.” you pause to look back at Jisung “Wouldn’t change her for the world” You take another sip of your drink. “You here for the birthday…person?” 

The smirk he paints is nothing but smug, “Yeah something like that.”

Suddenly you and Jisung jump at a person shouting in a far corner “TRUTH OR DARE” he slurs his words and stumbles a bit before making his way back into a room. 

Your friend springs behind you out of nowhere, jumping up and down. How is she stable enough to do that? “We are soooooooo playing truth or dare” she mumbles. 

“Oh no, no, no, that's not happening” but by the time you finish your sentence she’s already dragging you by the hand and replying with many sloppy versions of “yes”. 

You sit down in a small bedroom in an even smaller circle, there are maybe five of you in the room. All spread out to make somewhat of a circle. Your friend is the first to speak, “So, who’s gonna start?”

It starts with what you would expect, someone is dared to take a shot and another is forced to confess they have a crush on someone you don’t know. It’s pointless and you can’t help but think you're transported back to high school. 

You start to roll your eyes until you hear a familiar voice behind you, “My turn?”

“Ahh, the birthday boy himself” someone in the room shouts. Jisung steps into the center of the circle, making a show of looking around, thinking of who he might ask. So that’s what he meant earlier.

His big wondrous eyes land on you and that smug smile returns. He kneels down to be face to face with you, “Truth or dare”.

His voice is low and husky, it sends a foreign chill down your spine. It takes you a moment to find your voice, but you answer, no less than a whisper “truth”.

“Where is the craziest place you’ve gotten a hickey” his eyes stare into your soul.

His eyes distract you from his question, it makes you stutter. “I-”

But your friend is already answering for you “HA, Y/N hasn’t gotten anything since sophomore year of college, and even then, she's more vanilla than ice cream”. 

Embarrassment snakes under your skin. You want to crawl under a bridge and die. Everyone is staring at you and you can’t tell if their snickers and laughs are because of the alcohol or because of you.

You’ve never been embarrassed because of your inexperience, it's the stares that want to make you slither into a hole. It makes your knees come up to your chest, a useless attempt to hide yourself. 

You're too distracted to notice the way Jisung stares at you. His eyebrows are raised in surprise and his big eyes won’t leave your shrinking frame. The room is fairly silent, aside from a snicker here and there, until Jisung finally speaks. “Have you ever given a hickey?”

You’re shocked by his bluntness, it's like he’s completely ignored the people in the room. Your face scrunches up in confusion feigning innocence. “I-..isn’t that a little straightforward” 

“Would you like me to use code words?” his lips tug into a smirk, “Have you ever given or received a small red mark from biting, licking, kissing, and or sucking the skin?” 

Crimson has certainly taken over your features. You try to clear your throat, “No, I haven't given nor received a hickey” you finally answer, your voice betraying you on the final word.

His eyes linger on your lips for a second, until they dart back to meet yours, “would you like me to show you?”  

The breath you’ve been holding all night suddenly becomes evident when it catches in your throat. 

“Yes, yes she would like you to show her” Your friend, who’s been listening the entire time just like everyone in the room, eagerly answers for you. 

You chuckle shyly. Jisung keeps his stare on you, ignoring your friend completely. “Well, what will it be sweetheart?”

The use of his nickname for you sends a shiver straight down to your thumping core. 

“I-”

*****

Days have passed since the party. Getting out of that room was so awkward, but you managed to get out without any memorable scratches to your pride. Not until, Jisung sprinted to you so you both could exchange contact information. 

You gave him your number but didn’t think he’d do much with it. You figured he was just as drunk or high as the rest of the party and was saying all that stuff just to get you riled up. 

But, the next morning after the party, Jisung texted you asking how you were. After that morning, conversations with Jisung became easy and friendly. Sometimes, he ventured into flirty territory, but never like he was at the party. 

Eventually, you liked talking to Jisung more than anyone, and at times, you were excited to get home and vent to Jisung about your day. Until he asked the question you had been dreading he asked. 

“Do you wanna hang out sometime?” 

You shoot up from your bed. You had been lying down on your back talking to Jisung on the phone, a new normal you quickly loved. 

“Um,” your mind goes blank. What should I say? Does he mean just hang out or is he referring back to what he said at the party?

“Just hang out we don’t have to do anything, I just want to see you” Your heart swells with warmth, but disappointment also clouds you. 

“Yea! Sure that sounds great. How about tomorrow? I’m free then.” 

“Sounds great, meet at your place around 2?” His voice sounds hopeful. Maybe he just wants to hang out. 

“Sounds perfect, I’ll text you my address” You hang up the phone after you both exchange your goodnights. You can’t decide what you are feeling, excitement that Jisung is coming over, disappointment that all he wants to do is ‘hang out’, or hopeful that maybe this could lead to something more. 

Whatever it may be, it has your pussy screaming for attention. The dampness gathering in your panties is starting to make its way down the curve of your ass. You groan into your pillow, knowing full well you won’t be able to sleep while your core is begging to be touched. 

You lie back down on your bed, squeezing your thighs together. It's not enough, the friction your thighs give isn’t enough to ease that need within you. 

You close your eyes, trying to think of something to help, but all you see are big, brown, boba eyes. You smell strawberries and his hot breath breathing down your neck. 

Your hand has already found its place inside your sleep shorts….

****

The next day, you’re tidying up your apartment for Jisung. You set up some snacks by your couch knowing he’s gonna wanna watch a movie of some kind and clean up the kitchen counter. You both were talking about what to watch when he got here, but you can’t help but think that doesn’t matter. You're not going to be able to pay attention anyway. 

You stand a few feet back to look at the room you’ve just cleared, taking in a sigh to admire your handy work. 

Knock, knock, knock. Your heartbeat slams against your ribs as you make your way to open the door. 

Jisung stands there with a small smile, and flowers in his hand. You clutch your chest praying your heart won’t explode. 

Roses, he got you roses. “Wha-” 

“My mom raised a gentleman and I would be doing her an injustice if I didn’t bring a lovely girl some lovely flowers” 

The corner of your eyes threatens tears, but once you take hold of the flowers Jisung is guided into your apartment. He sets his shoes down in front of the door while you place the roses in a vase with water. 

“There beautiful Jisung, thank you” You turn to look at his stretched smile, a smile that reaches his eyes. 

“Anytime sweetheart” he’s been using that nickname anytime he gets since the party. You stand there and linger for a second until he's distracted by the display in front of the TV. “You did all of this?”

He walks over to the couch slowly, mesmerized by the food. “Yeah, it's nothing really” You shrug it off like it is a normal Saturday and you are not secretly begging for his affection.

He whispers something you can’t hear just before he settles into the couch. “Well, what should we watch first?” 

****

You and Jisung are huddled in your own placement on the couch, separate from each other's bodies. You both decided on some action movie, but you haven't been paying attention to it for the last 30 minutes. 

Is this really all he wanted to do? Does he really just see me as a friend after that party? Doubts cloud your mind until you hear a sigh leave Jisung. His eyes are glued to the TV, but everything about him is tense. 

You turn to look back at the movie and notice that the main protagonist and the love interest are intertwined with each other. Oh. 

The two characters are kissing heavily, their hands roaming each other's bodies in desperation. The main protagonist leans to kiss her jaw, while the woman throws her head back in pleasure. The camera changes angles to capture the beating red spot the man has left. 

It makes you wonder, what if Jisung left that on you? Would he be gentle, coursing every sound that could leave your lips? Or would he be rough, creating a small bruise on your neck indicating that you're his?

It makes your core pulse and your panties begin to fill with your arousal. The attempt to squeeze your thighs together subtly goes unnoticed, but you wish it didn’t. You wish Jisung could see how needy you are at this moment and just pounce. 

Automatically, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and shut your eyes tight. You beg your frustration to disappear. “Sweetheart, you okay?”

You whip your head around, eyes open and in shock. Was he watching me this whole time? You hum and nod your head, giving him a small smile too. You try and play it off nonchalantly, but he doesn’t seem to buy it. He studies your face like it's an art piece at a museum. 

“I don’t think so, so I’m gonna ask again” he turns his body so he is completely facing you, and scoots closer to you, “Sweetheart, are you okay?” His eyes are serious. 

His hands are on his lap and your body is screaming for them to be on you anywhere… everywhere. You decide to face him, turning your body to him, but pulling your knees up into your chest. The tight friction of clothes against skin rubs at your folds just slightly. You're holding your legs tightly, praying he doesn't see its effects. 

You hum once again, and he narrows his eyes. “I am, I’m just…” you can’t come up with the words. How DO you say, I’m needy for you but I don’t think you want to touch me in any way, but I can’t stop thinking about your hands on my body? “Confused” is what you decide on instead.

“Confused?” he questions, tilting his head like a curious animal. 

“Yeah,” you turn your head back to the TV “What did he leave on her neck?” innocence—the perfect act. 

Jisung chuckles, “Are you serious?” You meet his sarcastic response with wide eyes. “Oh shit, you are. Umm… it was a hickey” he explains. 

“Oh” you sigh, leaving your mouth in an ‘o’ shape. 

“You’ve never seen a hickey?” Jisung is staring at you, with something different in his eyes. You can’t tell if it's hunger or disgust. 

You shake your head, “I’ve never seen one, given one, or received one…remember” You add a slight smile at the end, trying to trigger his memory. He wouldn’t have forgotten, would he?

“Right, but… I guess I assumed… I don’t know” he fumbles with his words. 

You linger on his eyes for a movement, trying to determine what he is looking at you with. Is it lust? Affection? Appaul? 

“You keep staring at me like that, and you're not gonna like what happens next” 

Those words send a cold chill through you, “Why? What happens” 

“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m gonna kiss you, and I don’t think I have the willpower to stop” 

There it is, confirmation that he does want you just as bad as you want him. You keep staring at him, thinking it's enough for him to take the hint, but he doesn’t budge. 

“Y/N, if you want to do this, you have to use your words. I need to hear that you’re okay with this” 

Without a response, you climb over to him on your hands and knees and swing your legs over his waist. “Words are overrated” and you crash your lips onto his. 

Jisung doesn’t kiss gently or tenderly, he starts with passion; with desperation. He doesn’t wait for the hunger he feels in the pit of his stomach to stop, he lets it take control. His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and the second you gasp he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue inside your mouth. He dances along your tongue making you moan. 

One of his hands grasps the nape of your neck holding you in place while the other bears a steel-like grip on your waist. Your hands find a perfect place around Jisungs neck pulling him impossibly closer to your body. 

Reluctantly Jisung pulls back, admiring the way your lips are plump and swollen from his assault on them. “Do you want me to show you what a hickey feels like?” You nod your head frantically. 

Jisung leans into the crook of your neck, kissing a sensitive spot that makes your hips stutter. He groans at the friction and latches onto your neck. You can feel the evidence of his boner pressing into your clothed core, and it makes your skin vibrate with want. 

You feel him suck and lick at a spot repeatedly, while he holds you in place with his hands. The sensation makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, your toes curl, and your moans grow louder. 

All too fast, Jisung pulls away admiring the small red bruise he’s left on your skin. You steady your hands on his shoulders and gasp for breath. His eyes plead with yours, “can I- can I try?”

“Only if you want to Sweetheart” that damn nickname. Not as fast as Jisung, you lean in close to his neck, kissing a spot just below his ear. You delicately latch onto that spot and a small whimper escapes him, as you suck and lick at that spot, you try and remember exactly what you felt him do to you. 

You pull back when you think your ministration was enough. You see a small red mark on his neck, and something in you begins to boil, you want to leave more marks like that on him, you want him to be covered in the marks that you’ve left. “Looks good doesn’t it Sweetheart?” 

You bite your lip as you rake your hands over his chest, bundling the fabric of his shirt into your hands. He takes it as a sign to remove it, he throws the contents onto the floor and your hands claw at his skin. 

Jisungs hands press against your lower back bringing your body close to his chest. One of his hands grabs hold of your ass, lifting you slightly for him to pin you to the couch. He’s towering over you, one hand next to your waist and the other by your head. His breath is heavy against your heated skin. 

Immediately his lips find a place back in your neck lapping at the skin, while the hand that rests by your side comes up to fiddle with the bottom band of your shirt. “Ji” you moan between kisses. 

He pulls back, worry evident in his eyes. But the second he pulls away, it's enough room for you to lift yourself to remove your shirt from your body, freeing your captured breasts. You internally pat yourself on the back for wearing one of your lacy bras. 

Jisung curses under his breath as he takes in the sight of you. “Ji” you breath locking eyes with him “kiss me”. 

He leans in with a small smile, kissing you tenderly. His movements are slowled as his tongue delicately swipes over yours, until he trails kisses along the corners of your lips, down your neck, and then to the valley of your breasts. He applies the same amount of pressure when he kisses your neck, sucking and biting the skin of your breasts. The feeling sends your back arching and your breasts pressing against him. 

As Jisung focuses his mouth on one breast, his hands knead the other, his fingers pinching the hardened nipple. 

“Ji please” you cry. The coil in your stomach is building, but you need more. 

“Aww, Sweetheart, you need to be touched?” Jisung lifts his head. His eyes bore into yours, distracting you from his hand snaking down to your clothed cunt. His fingers rub lazy circles over your sweats, making you sigh at the relief. 

He sits up just for a moment to slide your sweats and panties down your legs and then he's back, hovering over you and a hand pressed to your bare pussy. 

His fingers rub more lazy circles over your folds, making you squirm under his touch silently asking for more. “What are you trying to do Sweetheart?” you turn your head away from him, hiding your embarrassment. “Don’t get all shy on me now” his finger grazed over your clit which made you whimper, your hand slams over your lips to stop the sound from escaping, but it's too late, he already heard you. 

“Jesus, you sound beautiful” he finds the spot again, paying special attention to the sensitive bud, “I bet I can make more of those sounds, I bet I can make you scream”. His circles become frantic as he chases your high. 

Your hands find themselves grabbing anything they can, pillows, cushions, blankets, anything you can grab to try to keep yourself stable. “M close” you moan. 

That coil starts to twist inside you, and your legs begin to shake. But right before Jisung can let that wave crash over you, he removes his fingers from your clit. The cry that leaves you sounds desperate, but that's exactly what you are, desperate. Desperate for Jisung to make you cum. You whip your head up and lean yourself against your elbows. 

Quickly, Jisungs fingers have been replaced by his tongue. Lapping away at your sex, he doesn't pay attention to one specific spot. His talented muscle dances around you, dipping inside your walls, twirling around your clit, and licking at your folds. 

That familiar feeling is quickly back and building faster than you can warn him. Suddenly you're crying out his name and you're a shaking mess. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave as you coat his face in your arousal. 

Jisung licks the arousal dripping out of you and then lifts his head up. “You taste just as beautiful as you sound” he licks his lips, gathering the rest of your arousal. 

Jisung slowly crawls back to you and kisses your lips, his tongue instantly entering your mouth. You taste your arousal on him, salty and sweet. 

Your hand snakes down to his hardened cock, stroking it over his sweats. He whimpers from your touch and pulls away from you to look down at where your hands meet. A new wave of confidence hits you. You're making him feel good, he’s lost control because of you, you're doing this to him. 

“Aww, Baby needs to be touched?” you mimic his words and he meets your eyes with a dark stare, but it only makes your grip on his length tighten. “Come on Baby, use your words. Tell me what you want” your challenging tone sends a chuckle to vibrate through Jisungs chest. 

You can see his lusted fogged brain turn until something clicks. He leans in close, ghosting his lips over yours, “Words are overrated” 

[wolfythewitch]

Roughly what is the actual measurement of how tall an Odysseus head is? I genuinely wanna know how many Odysseus heads tall I am

Well the internet says that the average head height is 7 inches, but that would make Odysseus 3.8 feet so. Let's just. Let's just round it off to a nice 10 inches

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Bracket 5 Round 3 Poll 4

Maccabee vs Bean!

check their descriptions and catpaganda below

MACCABEE

- weird old man

- known to bite people's elbows when prompted

- frequently sleeps with one (1) limb stretched in a random direction

- the reason submitter can't have pineapples in the house

- knows the word "treat," meaning it cannot be said out loud around him

- they got him for chanukah (hence the name). diversity win! this cat is jewish!

- they paid $150 to buy him a half-page ad in submitter's high school yearbook because he's worth it <3

BEAN!

Bean is a forever kitten at 3.8 lbs and a feisty little number too. Do not scruff

CATPAGANDA

BEAN!

MACCABEE

has a post made by his human as a separate propaganda piece. it has bribery

also has agitational posters!!