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Considering the warm reception the Cuscus has gotten here I have a hunch that people might also enjoy the Colugo
I do also enjoy colugos, they are indeed very Shape!
Me before watching Star Trek tos:
What even is K/S? It can't be that great, right?
Me five minutes in:
Oh dear- I might have underestimated them...
Oh, wow-
"hold on... isn't your leg still injured?" you ask, pulling away from hungry kisses peppered along your chin and down your collarbone in haste. there's sudden alarm in your voice that barou seems to completely disregard as his hand continues to cup the underside of your thigh, eyes bidding you to forget it and continue.
but by now the moment is lost, and your hand is gently placed against his chest. he rolls his eyes, but lets go, and you see it again - a slight wince as he shifts the weight off of his knee and resumes his position sat next to you on the couch.
he says nothing more than a slight grumble under his breath and returns his eyes away from the unwatched movie before you. your heart is still beating and your face is still flushed, but you press on.
"shoei."
he doesn't look at you, arms crossed over his chest.
"yeah."
"your knee?"
his jaw clenches.
"what about it?"
"what did the doctors say?" you press, now leaning forward yourself to glance at him. he tries to avert his gaze, but you stare so hard that he's unable to ignore you. you helped bandage that very knee earlier today; he cannot pretend the injury does not exist.
"two more weeks."
you shake your head. "and yet you were on top of me."
the tick in his jaw returns and he cuts eyes directly at you.
"what if you don't heal properly and can't play again?" you glare back at him with just as much sass, but as you hold gazes for a few more moments in the shifting dark, his annoyance dissolves, replaced by a cheeky grin. he leans forward, enough that his lips nearly graze yours yet again, then looks down at your pout. heat flashes again through your neck and upper chest, and he can tell, pleased so. his mouth pecks at yours.
"if you're so worried, climb on top of me instead."
he has a point.
you swallow hard, but you'll do whatever your King asks of you.
usually.
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i am IN LOVE with this new artwork! kusanagi is so unbelievably talented. the colors, the setting, the whole group together again. just absolutely stunning. you could feel how much she loves her characters through her art. they look so beautiful. i miss when they use to spend time as a family. hakyona looks so happy, the dragons all together again, and yoon smiling so brightly! i’m so moved!
I have become obsessed with this series. Pls help me.
actually so sad that there are no analyses on jerma dollhouse …. aside from the 2 on youtube i saw but they talk more about the general themes of the story / bringing theater to twitch in a creative and successful way. haven’t seen anything on the characters and i’m kinda starved for that rn! i think i’m too stupid to try my hand at an analysis, but a character study on jerma or emilia or even someone like jebediah would be so fun methinks. whether that would be ignoring chat’s involvement in the whole thing or making it a part of the analysis … would be fun to throw that out the window though and treat the characters ( mainly jerma ) as their own people who act on things themselves rather than being told or forced to. like why is jerma so flirty. is this learned behavior? a defense mechanism?? why is he like that??? it puts him in the most awkward, uncomfortable situations and i wanna know WHY !! again shoving chat to the back of my mind here, just pretending jerma has complete self-control and acts on his own whims … why does he act like that.
obviously i’m taking this stream / story way too seriously but i don’t care it’s what i do!! treating comedy and crack as seriously as possible is what i find the most fun in life. and jerma’s story here is a mixture of hilarious and tragic, something i desperately want to analyze, but again, not sure if i necessarily have the capabilities to. though there would be certain things i’d want to comment on, such as : jerma and emilia’s relationship, dying and escaping death ( then ruining your life by adding on some extra years ), jerma’s friendships and interactions with others, and the crushing weight jerma always seems to carry on his shoulders while hiding it all from the world at the very same time. just a few things i really enjoyed during the stream and would love to talk about if possible. hell, maybe i will sometime, if i can actually get my act together and analyze these characters, plots, and themes. not saying it’ll all be correct or canon, but it would be fun! bringing a bit of reality in.
anyway there’s some of my thoughts on jerma dollhouse and how much it already means to me …
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I LOVE Amali. She’s so sweet. She’s a parakeet and Kass is a parrot and I bet she’s a great cook as well.
Amali is Kass’s wife, and she’s so nice.
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Opposites: violent yandere x quiet reader
Warning: slightly masochistic yandere, mentions of death (I apologize for this. I cut out a lot cause I feel it became too much in terms of sadism for some) Jack knew he shouldn’t harm people since it would upset you but he loved the look you have him when you scolded him for his wrong doings and how you’d make him pay for it. You never hurt him but you made sure he knew he not to do it again. Well you at least tried to. Too bad for you that he was a glutton for punishment. He thought of wearing jackets more often but loved when people questioned what remained on his body afterwards. The visible proof he belonged to you and you alone. Most people believed your personalities wouldn’t match due to your quietness. A person that kept to themself and an obnoxious airhead that liked to start stuff just couldn’t be good together. You two loved each other dearly and while Jack wouldn’t let his outburst affect your relationship in any way, he wasn’t afraid to kick someone’s ass for messing with you or do worse. A shiver would always run down his spine when he remembered the first time he let his anger take hold of him for too long. - “This is all your fault you know?” Jack crouches down, his eyes locked into a stare with ones permanently frozen in fear. “Y/n has been mine even before we started dating but you could never let them go now could you? It doesn’t matter now though.” A cruel smile forms on his lips as his voice becomes a harsh whisper. “I’ll make sure to hide your hands well so even in death you won’t be able to touch my angel.”
Jack felt a heavy weight lifted of his back once the bastard’s body was gone for good. He still hated him with every fiber of his being. The person he killed was a fellow student that was well liked by everyone but just couldn’t be happy with that. He just had to try and take what wasn’t his and so he paid the price for it. Anyone in their right mind would’ve see that Jack wasn’t in the wrong for what he had done. Jack thought that he got away with the deed. No one questioned him about the disappearance and the buzz soon died after a few weeks. He believed he’d get to live the rest of his life in peace with the one he loved and never look back. Until the day you walked into his living room, holding a bloody baseball bat. It was just going to be a normal date night when Jack asked you to get his jacket for him. His room wasn’t the cleanest and when you looked in his closet you found the old bat. He didn’t know what to do as you stood there, stoic. He was sure you put two and two together and his life would be ruined. He was more worried about never seeing your face again than actually going to jail. Taking slow steps towards you, Jack tried to think of the right words to say but nothing came out. The blank look on your face made his heart ache and he fell to his knees, hugging your waist as his face buried into your stomach. “Y/n please forgive me. I know what I did was wrong but I just had to do it. He wouldn’t leave you alone. I told him time after time that you were mine but he just didn’t want to listen. If you really want to turn me in then just bash my head in with that bat. Say it was self defense. I’d rather die in this exact spot than fall to prove my innocence and be taken from you.” Jack jumps a bit as the bat falls to the ground with a loud thud. His body tenses as you wrap your arms around in him a gentle embrace. “I know it’s hard for you to control your anger Jack.” You say in a soft tone as you look down at him. “Remember when we first met? You were mad at the world as usual. You’ve gotten better with it but deep down I know it’s hard to hold back so I’m not mad this time. That’s why I’ll go easy on you.” “E-easy?” “Jack…. You didn’t honestly think I’d forget about this so easily did you? I need to make sure you know not to do this again. One day you might slip up and get caught so why don’t I do something so that you’ll never do that again in the first place?” - No-one would have ever guess that you were the cause of the rope burns around his wrists or the odd bruises that would litter his skin at times. With a simple smile you’d deny having any part in those markings and that’d be the end of it. Not for Jack though. His face would go deep red every time you got away with it and gave him a glance out the corner of your eye with that smile on your face. He just couldn’t understand how you could be so cute yet so cruel at times.
One afternoon Jack was hang out with a friend when you came out or nowhere and nearly scared the daylights out of him. “I’m terribly sorry.” You tell his friend as you grab Jack by the arm. “I need to talk with him for a few minutes but you can have him back soon.” The friend nods, knowing how Jack got when anyone got in the way of your relationship. He shuttered involuntarily as a memory of what happened to the last person came to mind. You thank him before leading Jack off and he felt both nervous and excited because of your tight grip. “Hey Jack? Did you know there’s another person missing from town? Their face was a bit familiar. I believe we ran into them a few days ago and I remember that you didn’t like their tone when speaking to me.” Jack swallows hard and tries to think of what to do. He knew that lying to you would only make things worse for him but he secretly wanted that. “W-well I didn’t have anything to do with their disappearance. All my time has been focused on you my precious doll. Trust me when I say I haven’t even been by that old park in years.” You grin as you place your hand on his cheek. His heart beat quickens at your touch and as you lean in to whisper something in his ear. “How did you know they were last seen at the park then?” “….. Shit”
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A book series that I could not a fandom of...
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Finally figuring out how I wanna draw them
Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter
TW: Smoking, mastxrbation
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Ten.
Fall two. Year One.
“So, how are you going to get to the city if the bus is broken down?” I ask Sam as I walk him to work. I had been working on the community center for the past couple of months, befriending the Juminos, but I was mainly focused on the foraging and crops bundles they were asking for.
“Well, I’ve been saving all my paychecks from Joja since we decided we wanted to do a gig. Seb makes more money than Abby and I combined but he works himself to the bone. He’s been our main funder, honestly. We’re gonna try and rent a van to haul our stuff and maybe take some people with us, depending on how big it is. Seb’s gonna take his motorcycle to save room,” Sam says as we cross the river.
“That’s a lot of money,” I say. Sam shrugs.
“The venue is gonna pay us about half of what the van and gas will cost. It’s better than nothing.” We reached the front of Joja mart. Shane, who had been walking in front of us, enters.
“You’re not even turning a profit!” Sam shrugs again.
“I’m just happy I get to play music. It’s gonna be fun either way!” Sam bids me goodbye and walks into work. I couldn’t just stand around and let Sam drain all of his savings for one ridiculously expensive van that probably doesn’t even fit six people. I decided to head up to the community center, I know there’s a way I could help. I enter the old rickety building, the Juminos see me and run away and disappear. I always thought they were fictional. Fairy tales my Grandpa used to tell me at bedtime. Sometimes I think I must’ve cracked my back wrong and released the acid leftover in my spinal fluid from college. But each time I finish a bundle, the more real everything feels.
I head over to the safe and look through the bundle. I had been avoiding this bundle because it requires giving money. I’ve turned a great profit since moving here but the thought of giving twenty-five thousand gold away just hurt my soul. I took a deep breath. I have about fifty thousand gold and it should be enough, right? I count out my gold and place it in the bundle. Twenty-five hundred. A green Jumino tugs on my shirt and hands me a gift. Inside were three chocolate cakes. Five thousand. It gives me another gift. Thirty quality fertilizer. Ten thousand. A lightning rod. Twenty-five thousand. A crystalarium. Once the bundle is complete, I take a look at what’s left of my money and cringe. I better go forage and pray that I’ll make a little bit of money back.
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Fall three. Year one. I’m done with my farm chores and as I walk off my property towards town to check on the community center, I see a crowd around the bus stop. I didn’t think the Juminos would work that fast.
“It’s a miracle!” Mayor Lewis says. I stand next to Pam who isn’t up close to the bus like the rest of them are.
“Yoba has come through,” she says. I look at her face, tears are welled up in her eyes but she doesn’t let them spill. I had forgotten that she used to drive the bus. Giving the Juminos what they wanted gave Pam her job back. I feel a pat on my shoulder and see that it’s Sam.
“Can you believe it?” he asks, “how do you think the bus got fixed?”
“Juminos,” I say. He laughs.
“And now you’ll tell me you believe in the Easter Bunny,” he says. Vincent, who’s standing in front of him, turns around.
“The Easter Bunny isn’t real?” he gasps.
“No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all,” Sam says in a panic and leaves me to do damage control.
“What’s going on here?” asks Sebastian as he walks up from the direction of town.
“Bus is fixed,” I say. He looks puzzled.
“How?” I shrug. He stretches his arms above his head and yawns. His hoodie lifts up, revealing his lean tummy and happy trail. Sexy thoughts fill my head but I push them deep down. “Guess I stayed up all night finishing a project for nothing,” he says.
“Yea, you look like shit,” I say and he pushes my hat over my eyes, “c’mon,” I say and drag him back to my farm. I’ve had my fair share of all nighters whether it be from school, nightmares, or just plain ol’ insomnia. I take him into my farm house and force him down at my kitchen table. I give him a cup of coffee.
“Thank you,” he says in a raspy voice. I ruffled his hair, knowing he wouldn’t care since it wasn’t styled. I go in the fridge and take out the leftover pumpkin soup I made last night. I throw it on the stove and wait for it to heat up.
“What are you giving me?” he asks as he takes a sip of his coffee.
“Your mom gave me her pumpkin soup recipe. I bought a pumpkin from the traveling cart yesterday to try it out while I wait for my pumpkins to grow,” I say. His eyes light up.
“Moms pumpkin soup? I’ve been eating that my whole life… I dunno if yours can compare,” he said with a joking tone. But the way his eyes looked when I mentioned it, it seemed like he regressed into a little boy at that moment.
“Well, you’ll have to taste it and tell me if I can live up to her,” I say. Sebastian chuckles as I go back to the stove. I stir it a couple of times and wait for small bubbles to form before taking it off the heat and transferring it into a bowl. I set the soup down and sat down across from him. His stomach growls as he gazes into the soup. He inhales deeply.
“This smells so good.” Another stomach growl.
“When was the last time you ate?” I asked him. He takes a bite of the soup and his eyes widen.
“No fucking way you made this,” he says as he takes another bite. I knit my eyebrows together.
“I did. Last night. You callin’ me a liar?”
“I ain’t callin’ you a truther,” he snaps back, “no, I’m not calling you a liar. This tastes just like how my grandmother used to make it.”
“I didn’t realize this was a family recipe,” I said.
“Nobody has been able to make it taste like Grandma’s since she passed. What did you put in it?” he asked. I shrug.
“I followed the recipe to a T… I did add a little more garlic though just because I like it,” I said. He devours the soup like a starved wild animal. I watch him lick his lips, wipe excess soup off his chin. If the man could eat like that, my mind couldn’t help but wonder. Does he eat pussy like that too?
“To answer your previous question,” he says when he’s finished, “almost twenty-four hours.” I shake my head and take his dishes from him. My back is turned to him as I was the dishes in the sink.
“You need to take better care of yourself,” I say.
“I don’t know where I’d be without you,” he says. I turn around and catch his eyes wandering up my body. Was he just checking out my ass? I clench my jaw and lean against the counter. He couldn’t have been. We’re too close, too friendly. “Probably in a ditch somewhere,” he finishes his sentence. I bit my bottom lip and the cool fall air suddenly turned hot.
“Bum me a cig?” I ask while charging out of the house. The outdoor atmosphere cools down my hot cheeks.
“Thought you were quitting?” Sebastian asks from behind me. He pulls out his pack and takes out a cig, pressing it between my lips and lighting it. Why, why did I ask for a cig when I know him placing it between my lips drives me crazy? Am I trying to ruin this? He slings his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way as he lights his own cigarette.
“...it’s been extra hard lately,” I say, “my sister has been calling me. But I’m too afraid to pick up the phone.” I take a long drag and hold it in my lungs. Punishing myself in a way for being too afraid of my baby sister. Afraid of what she’ll say, afraid that she’s sunk herself deeper into Dad.
“It’s okay to not be ready,” Sebastian says softly, “you don’t have to force yourself.” I feel his bicep on the back of my neck, soft but muscular. I wondered how he stayed so fit without doing much. I wrapped my sweater around myself tightly and leaned into him.
“Thank you, Seb.”
“No, thank you.” He yawns and we both finish out cigarettes.
“You should get some sleep,” I say, “you’re more than welcome to take a nap in my bed while I work.” The bags under his eyes seemed to deepen every minute he stayed awake. I feared he would pass out on his walk home.
“I- ahem…” he voice cracks a little, “I’ll take the shortcut home. If I fall asleep in your bed I can’t promise I’ll wake up,” he laughs. We bid each other farewell and as I watched him walk away, something burned inside me. A familiar feeling that occasionally creeps up now and then. And I planned on being productive today… Once he’s out of my sight, I rush back inside. I grab a towel from the bathroom and hastily make my way toward the bedroom. I dig in my bedside drawer for my favorite toy. I’m greeted with the familiar pink silicone and I smirk to myself. Just this once. To get it out of my system. I lay my towel down and sit on top of it, keeping my legs spread as I do so. I put on some music to put me in the mood. In My Feelings by Lana Del Rey always puts me in the mood. I take my pants off but keep my panties looped around one of my ankles. I turn on the toy and gently press it to my clit. I gasp as the cool silicone comforts my aching clit. Thoughts of Sebastian filled my head and the pleasure intensified. I thought about how close we were today and how if I had just looked up and connected his lips with mine, things would be different. I twitch underneath my own pleasure, picturing Sebastian between my thighs, lapping up my cream like he lapped up that pumpkin soup. I push into my lower abdomen lightly, intensifying my good feelings, and I let out a soft moan. I pictured him digging his nails into my thighs as he ate like a hungry dog, smothering my clit with his saliva, and releasing whimpering panty breaths into my pussy. But the intensity I had worked so hard to build up inside me vanishes. I sigh and lay in my bed, catching my breath. I was never good at finishing the fantasy, I needed the real thing. I shove my vibrator back into my drawer and stand up. As I went to grab the dry towel that rested beneath me, I noticed a small wet spot, and a smirk crawled across my lips. Fantasizing about Sebastian did something to me as this wet spot proved to be a somewhat successful playtime. I clean up, put my clothes back on, and finally head into town for what I originally needed: bok choy seeds.
The ancient Romans really went "we need to make it clear that this is a lady griffin and not a man griffin" and put giant bazookas on a lion amazing design 10/10
"Nemesis was a Romano-Egyptian deity in the form of a griffin. She was associated with fate, and complete statuettes often showed one paw resting upon a wheel representing fate."
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