#first published work

[inkskinned]

i. when i was 19 and in a very hetero relationship, i fell in love with Andrea Gibson.

ii. we were poor so i was going to community college and also working a full-time job. i was miserable. the nicest thing that happened to me during that time was that someone bought me a free coffee. i had been sobbing in the corner of the library. she said you look like you needed help. i was so sad at the time that i was looking for "the sign". almost like a mantra, i'd say things like if there's a nice sunset, i won't kill myself tomorrow.

iii. you know, in all that time, i never wanted anything. the idea of desire was so foreign to me that i couldn't conceptualize a favorite color. what is want in the voidspace?

iv. andrea was the first, is the thing. i found their work on button poetry. i watched a poem once and then twice and then sat back and thought to myself - what i had been writing was not poetry, it was reaction. what andrea was writing was poetry. i knew it had to be, because it burst inside of me. i looked down and a hole had torn open. there was nothing for it. i put my hands inside the wound and started to pull.

v. it was slam poetry and then pretentious poetry and then esoteric poetry and then the black mountain poets and then tender buttons and then back to slam again and then back to the classics and theory and the academic shit and then finally thank-god understanding started dawning and then upwards into contemporaries and inwards into why aren't i writing something real and then realizing i never understood anything then crying about three syllables that don't sound right and then sunning myself outside of the emily dickinson house and then back to slam and back to the roots of it and backwards into -

vi. and the joy! holy fuck i wish i could tell you about it. on the back of ink came life. it was community and safety and pushing limits. it was saying oh yeah no i'm gay and oh shit i'm nonbinary. it was a cliche; life like a map just exploding. because i knew - i had my thing. wherever i went, so too would come writing.

vii. on saturday i reached 7,700 poems on here. i made myself a gin and tonic to celebrate. i have been writing seriously, almost-every-day, sometimes multiple times a day - for over 10 years. i started this, became this - because i saw someone stand on stage and say something i knew to be poetry.

viii. andrea died today, july 14th, 2025, at the age of 49.

ix. i will never have the words for what they gave me.

[thischristianguy]

It needs a review on Open Library @warrocketpodcast

[14dayswithyou]

There's recently been an overwhelming demand for it (on Itch especially), and I'm happy to look into creating an APK version for Android users!

However, please keep in mind that I will still prioritise PC/Mac/Linux builds above everything else — so any future Android builds may be a little behind in receiving major updates. This will also be extremely experimental!!

[2isted-chocol8-art]

Thanks, Spinel. I'm sure that helped.

I'm really excited to post this small collaboration @tippertot and I are working on! If this comic has excellent dialogue and amazing writing it's thanks to her ♡

This comic is set in my Out Of The Loop AU. Yup, all the previous comics happened right before this one. But now instead of cuddles, Hatchy is getting some ugly feelings. Woops.

-> Next ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

-> More Outer Wilds Art!

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Lil doodle requested by a lovely person:

[roguekaiju]

I know I'm here at the devils sacrament with the rest of you but I can't lie 1,000 conclave fics is, for lack of a better term, absolutely fucking bananas

[marzipanandminutiae]

"it's just a joke! a joke that is playing into long-held stereotypes about people of my own gender working in a certain field, that many people have accepted without even realizing it! but I clearly don't need to examine why my mind immediately went there, at all, because I was JOKING, DUH!!!"

[suntails]

[sharing/rb appreciated 💛]

my silver artbook is FINISHED and will open for preorders on 8/31 at 12pm EST!! it's been almost 3 months of work and i'm so excited to finally be able to share all the art i've worked on, PLUS a small bonus charm!

if u know silver fans,,, tell them

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

Legendlark Intros Reference Guide

i'm slowly compiling each episode's intro, so i can refind my favorites more easily <3 i try to succinctly describe the standout jokes for each intro, so some have more detail/coherency than others

Festival of Lights

Into Avelis

The Gray Manacle

Final Chapter Prologue

Court of Spears

A Fragmentary Passage

The Weeping God

The Survivor's Ballad/6D Dinterlude

The Beating Earth

Hrose Camp

The River of Lights

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[oatmealthighs]

𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡 | 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

A simple proposal to play Smash turns into something more devious.

contents: nsfw. 18+, minors DNI. afab!reader, gojo lowkey (highkey) got a god complex, oral (fem & male receiving), penetration. illustration belongs to @momoya348 on twt!

“Wanna play smash?”

“Sure, after I finish this.” Gojo motioned his head towards his laptop, which wobbled unsteadily in its place atop your ass. The two of you were in a peculiar position: you were both on his bed, his upper back against the pillows he had fluffed nicely against his headboard. You were laying on top of him, your upper body resting in between his long, spread legs and your pelvis resting against his stomach.

A clean 69, if you will.

“Alriiight,” you sighed heavily, thumbs jerking the control sticks to your Nintendo switch controller tiredly. you looked at the tv with a bored look, not even phased by the flashing lights and eye-strains that the bright screen gave off.

Although Gojo was busying himself with a last-minute essay for his composition theory class, he always took breaks in between each sentence to grip the backs of your thighs, the pads of his soft fingers massaging the tender skin of the insides of your legs. It seemed as if he would get closer to the middle of your legs with each stroke, a thumb brushing dangerously at your groin before quickly pulling away and setting his hands back on his keyboard.

Unbeknownst to you, he was barely getting anything done, his crystal eyes unable to look anywhere but at your clothed pussy for the past fifteen minutes. You only being clad in one of his stretched T-shirts and your favorite-colored panties when you crawled into his lap was worse than salacious, and he was sure you were doing this on purpose. He noticed the way you’d roll your hips whenever you’d win a round, or how the goosebumps against your skin would protrude every time he’d lay a finger on you.

“Are you winning, sweetheart?” Gojo asked curiously, moving his laptop from on top of you to his crowded nightstand, pushing some things toward (and over) the ledge in the process.

You hummed a yes in response, eyes trained on your character’s movements as your brows were furrowed in concentration. The white-haired man let out a breathy chuckle, large hands engulfing your thighs once again and digging playfully into your sensitive skin. You seemed to relax at his touch, a small curl playing at the end of his lips as his long fingers slowly skated north.

You decided to not think much of it-- maybe he’d just play with your ass like he always did when he was bored. You purse your lips, frown deepening as you fell and lost a life. “Damn,” you cursed, watching your character respawn at the top. “My dumbass fell.”

“Oh? You better win,” Gojo reprimanded lightheartedly, his thumb gently brushing the outside lip of your dressed pussy, making your breath hitch. “don’t disappoint me, my dear.”

“‘Course not, do you know who I am?” You bantered, trying to overlook the rising heat in between your legs and fight your instinct to close them. However, your arousal was more than evident, your slick already beginning to soak a small spot into the cotton fabric of your undergarments. Gojo smirked cheekily, tongue dragging over his top lip hungrily as his thumb moved again. He applied more pressure, the pad grazing your moist slit teasingly as his other hand gripped one of your cheeks, pads digging into your flesh.

You looked back at him with a warning look, but he knew it held no weight, your expression clearly wavering. He responded with a cheeky grin, pearly whites showing as he questioned, “What?”

You chewed on your bottom lip, your grip on the controller beginning to slip as a result of hands becoming clammy. Your character fell again, resulting in you losing the match and sending you to the results screen, but you didn’t care, instead instinctively pushing your ass back to meet Gojo’s now still thumb. He loved making you work for it, no matter how subtle the matter was.

He didn’t let you play with yourself for too long. “Hey, let’s play a game,” he broke the lust-filled tension, head tilting playfully as he looked at the T.V. screen. You craned your head over your shoulder, looking at his cyan irises through his wispy white bangs with questioning eyes.

“You don’t wanna play Smash?”

“It’s something related to that.”

“... I’m listening.”

He chewed at his lip, a furtive expression painting his features as he cut his eyes back to your crotch. He took the courtesy of rolling his thumb compassionately over your neglected clit, making you drop your head with a shaky sigh. You shuddered as he rubbed tight, slow circles around your bud, him relishing the small mewls you let slip through your gritted teeth.

“Gojo...” you breathed, eyebrows crinkled together as you rocked your hips harder, grasp on the controller turning into a death grip.

“This is how it will go,” he chirped as if nothing was happening, removing his hands from your lower body to grab your waist. With a simple pull, he tugged you upwards, your ass now brushing the tip of his nose, his cool breaths making your cunt twitch. “You’re gonna play the game while I make you cum. Sound fun?”

You blinked, weary eyes looking back at your boyfriend with perplexity, readying yourself to complain about how unfair this was. “Gojo-,”

“But, you have to win. Otherwise,” he blew a slow, chilled breath against your pussy, making you shiver and attempt to buck your legs closed, but to no avail. “there will be a punishment.”

“Punishment?” you echoed unsurely, looking at him from the corner of your eyes with a growing hunger. He glanced right back at you, half-lidded eyes making butterflies break from their cocoon in your stomach.

“Start the game.” He disregarded your question, instead handing out demands. It was simple and held no weight, but you moved with a purpose, selecting “random” and letting the game select a character for you. Palutena. Okay, you could make this work. You quickly chose a stage.

“3, 2, 1, GO!” The announcer boomed, and Gojo seemed to work on the same accord, his thumb hooking into the fabric and slipping your panties to the side with ease. He didn’t spare a second, his long, wet tongue gliding in between your slicked folds with a heavy lick.

“Hah!” You choked out a gasp, moist hands nearly losing grip on your controller almost instantly. Your hips bucked upwards, but he had beat you to it, strapping you down with his long arms as he enveloped your swollen clit with his pink lips. He smirked against your pussy, finding it hilarious that you thought he didn’t have you and your tactics figured out by now.

“Focus.” He growled, the bass in his voice sending intense vibrations throughout your entire body. He hummed huskily, frosty eyelashes fluttering closed at your saccharine taste along his tongue. “Damn, it should be a crime for you to taste this sweet.”

“Gojo, I— fuuuuck,” you sighed greatfully as the tip of his tongue flicked your bud wolfishly before pulling it in between his lips, swirling generous circles around your hardened bundle of nerves with a groan. You let out a lengthy moan of ecstasy when you felt a slender finger sink into your heat, probing at your insides with practiced movements. Gojo watched his finger repeatedly curl in and out of you, your essence coating his finger with no problem. The smacking sounds of your wetness made his dick twitch under you, but you were far too wrapped up in erotic euphoria to take note of it— which was okay. “I don’t think this is for me...”

“Tapping out already, gorgeous?” Gojo teased you with a smile against your dripping cunt, slipping a second finger inside of you without a hitch. You gasped at the burning stretch, but it soon faded into something more pleasurable, making the coil in your stomach already beginning to spiral and tighten. “I haven’t even fucked you with my tongue yet.”

You whimpered as a response, reluctantly guiding your character across the screen through lust-clouded eyes. You’ve already fucked up twice, if it happened again, you’d be fucked. Literally.

A sharp crack against your ass quickly brings you back to reality, making you yelp and squirm under Gojo’s deathgrip. “I asked you a question, [name]. You’d best answer me.”

“No! I can take it, please… keep going, shit!” You scolded yourself internally for being so desperate, but you knew it always winded up to you being in this same predicament; trembling under his soft touches and racy gestures. Gojo hummed in approval, curling his fingers in search of your special spot that he usually found within seconds. He proved you right, the pads of his fingers pressing against your spongy spot, warranting you to release a cry. You were beginning to regret your declaration of accepting this “challenge” in the first place, because you felt your orgasm steadily approaching, less than minutes away.

You didn’t even notice that you died and lost, opening your eyes to see you were back at the character selection menu. Your eyes widened in horror, and you began praying to the gods that Gojo hadn’t noticed, but who were you kidding? He never failed to pick up on the details, no matter how minor.

“Tsk, tsk,” he sighed, a mocking tone of disappointment present as he pulled away from your lips. You whined at the halt of his ministrations, attempting to rock your pussy against his face to get a rhythm back in swing, but to no avail. He nudged you off of him, standing to his feet with his arms crossed. His shirt rose up his waist, exposing his excessively-toned stomach and light happy trail wisping under the band of his sweatpants. His arousal made itself known, a thick erection straining at the baggy material of his sweats. “I’m disappointed, sweetheart. I didn’t even get to make you cum.”

You dropped your controller, the object making a loud clatter as it hit the wooden floor, but you didn’t quite care. You crawled towards your boyfriend who loomed over you with a let-down, yet teasing look, dainty hand reaching out to grab at his sweatpants. Before you could yank them down, he caught a grip on your wrist, tilting his head to the side. “Aht, aht, aht; do you really think you deserve to get stretched out by me when you can’t even play a simple game correctly?”

You pouted, straining your strength against his own while adjusting your position on the edge of the bed. You decided to settle on your haunches, looking up at your lover with pleading eyes. “Gojo, please, let me taste you.”

“Is this compensation? Trying to make me overlook your failure?” He lilted, voice dropping lower an octave as his eyelids began to lower with lust. You nodded, a hungry gleam in your wide eyes as you reached your free hand out to tug at his bottoms. He let you, also releasing your other hand and letting you do as you pleased. You didn’t bother to waste a moment, letting his pants drop to his ankles and only being left with his briefs constraining his thick length. Before you could go any further, Gojo cupped your chin, making you look back up at him with a squeeze of your cheeks. “Hey,” he breathed, perfect eyebrows pulling together in concentration as he stared down at you with a prurient intensity. You nodded, informing him you were listening with an attentive look. “You better not leave me dissatisfied, am I understood?” With that, he dipped his thumb into your mouth, pulling it slowly down your bottom lip. You nodded again, batting your lashes as you busy your fingers with freeing his dick from its restraints.

Gojo’s impeccable size never failed to impress; his girthiness was what you liked most about it, its thickness always stretching and rubbing your walls in all the ways you loved. His length wasn’t bad at all either, nothing excessive about it, and always was sure to get the job done. Your fingers brushed against his shaft caringly, admiring the thin veins that decorated it perfectly and the occasional freckle here and there. You glanced at his flushed tip, precum already beading there, and you flicked your tongue out to catch a taste.

Gojo’s breath hitched, quad muscles contracting for a quick second. You didn’t feel like playing around anymore, going for the kill and wrapping your lips around the head of his dick with a moan. He let out a lengthy sigh, running a hand through his soft hair as he swallowed. You took him in deeper with each suck, the sloppy sounds of your tongue running repeatedly across his length and the background music of Smash an odd combination. Gojo let out a deep groan at the feeling of his tip finally reaching near the back of your throat, the simple sound music to your ears and making you want to squeeze more reactions from him.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you bobbed your head at a mildly quick pace, the sounds your throat was emitting almost comical, but you didn’t care that much. You were too focused on making Gojo release in your mouth, wanting to taste his essence just as he did you a few minutes ago. Your pussy contracted around nothing as you thought about how he might fill you to the brim after this, ramming you into the bed like he hated you.

Gojo’s noises of pleasure were becoming more apparent, his gasps and sighs morphing into groans and grunts. “Fuck, that’s right, mhm. Suck it like you mean it.” You let out a mewl as you opened your watery eyes, staring up at him with blurry vision. You could make out the reddening tips of his ears and the developing flush spreading across his cheeks, his bangs beginning to cling to his moist forehead. His pupils were blown wide, and his vivid electric blue eyes seemed to be illuminating. Beautiful, you thought, but your admiration was short lived when you felt slender fingers gripping at your tresses. With a push, Gojo’s dick was sent to hit the back of your throat, making you widen your eyes as you let out an embarrassing gag. He retreated, slipping out of your mouth with a string of spit keeping his tip and your bottom lip connected. You let out a short cough, gasping for air as you blinked harshly.

“You okay?” He questioned, and you quickly gave him a yes, reaching back out for him. He shook his head, pushing your arm away before giving you a nudge to make you fall back onto his mattress. “No. I’ve had enough, I’m pleased. Your reward now, yeah?”

You let out a squeal of glee along with a nod as Gojo rolls you on your stomach, using both large hands to hook your hips and manually pull your ass up. You got the gist, making a curve in your spine and poking your ass out in the angle that he loves. He hummed, teeth pinching his bottom lip as a heavy hand palmed your ass, tightly gripping the flesh there. You yelped at the stinging sensation, fisting the sheets and leaning forward as if trying to get away from the fiery touch. Gojo clicked his tongue, soothing his engraved handprint with a gentle palm, the other hand busy playing with your clothed pussy. He furrowed his brows, annoyed with the barrier and kneeling to yank them down your thighs.

The string of arousal linking your underwear to your cunt made Gojo let out a breathy moan of excitement, frosty lashes fluttering at the sight of your slicked pussy. The way he had you dripping like a broken faucet was just fueling his already gigantic ego. He wasn’t planning on tasting you anymore tonight, but he couldn’t resist, using both hands to spread your cheeks and leaning in to lick you once more. He generously french-kissed your pussy, lovingly grazing over your swollen clit as his heavy eyelids fell closed. You twitched, mouth falling agape and letting out a keen at the feeling of his soft tongue against you once again. Your orgasm seemed to rise like nothing, this time boiling over. You didn’t dare warn him— knowing him, the asshole would pull away and leave you hanging. A white hot feeling burst in your stomach and spread throughout your limbs, your pussy pulsating and your back arching deeper than it’s ever had. You let out a cry as you felt your release hit you like a wave, thighs trembling and Gojo letting out a hum of approval, clearly not dissatisfied with you cumming in his mouth.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me you were cumming? Are we keeping secrets now?” He queried in, standing up to his feet and using his thumb to scrape any excess slick from his chin up onto his tongue. You looked back at him in amazement, eyes widening at his lewd behavior. You narrowed your eyes, brows furrowing defensively at his comment. “Well, if I did tell you, you’d just ruin it for me.”

A playful smack to your sensitive cunt shut you up, making you turn away and stuff your face in the covers with a gasp. You said something into the sheets, immediately being ruled intelligible since you were muffled. “What was that, gorgeous?” He teased, gently massaging your ass as he teasingly slid his shaft against your soaked folds. He hissed, eyebrows pushing together at the feeling of your warm pussy constantly rubbing at him. As much as he wanted to slip deep inside you and fuck you into his mattress as if he’d never see you again, he refrained, his ego not letting him submit to anyone, including you.

“Just fuck me already, dammit,” you came out with it, temporarily lifting your head to say what was needed before shoving your face back into the same spot. Gojo usually would have corrected you with a sharp ass slap, or chastise you for asking so rudely, but he was just as horny as you, wasting no time to position his tip at your entrance. He slowly began easing his way in, his tip pushing past and already stretching at your tight walls, making him furrow his brows in concentration and let out a shaky sigh.

The stinging stretch was something you never got used to, the familiar burn of tears brimming to your water-lines also nothing new. You turned your head to the side, attempting to keep your breathing steady and collected as Gojo slowly worked the rest of him into you, bottoming out sooner than later. He let out a sigh, rubbing small circles into the small of your back while craning his head to look at you. “You okay? Want me to start movin’?”

You nodded, eyes screwed shut as a tear slipped and ran across your nose bridge. He cooed, reaching forward to brush it away with a tender thumb before giving you a sensual roll of his hips. You gasped, fisting the cotton sheets for moral support as he gave you baby strokes, his eyes gauging your face in search of accommodation. He soon felt you considerably loosen around him, your small whines of pain morphing into something more erotic, breathy. This was his green light, his hands moving to dig into your love handles as his thrusts gradually picked up pace and power.

“Fuck, yes!” you cried, shifting your face into one of the pillows in attempts to muffle your sounds, which Gojo decided to let slide for now. He placed an arm on your back, pushing your stomach into the mattress and hooking your hip with his other to keep your ass up, beginning to snap his hips into you rather aggressively.

“That’s right, I’m the only fucking one that can make you feel like this, understand me?” He growled lowly, his arrogance oddly making you squeeze around him like a vice. He chuckled at your reaction, a moan slipping at the end of his laugh as he dragged his dick out to the tip and plunged back in you with a snap of the pelvis. You let out a scream of satisfaction, which was constricted by the pillow you were biting, making him frown in annoyance.

“Why are you hiding your sounds? What, you don’t want anyone to know that you’re getting the best dick of your life?” He leaned down, his clothed stomach stacking atop your back, hand moving from the middle of your back and slithering under your shirt to your tit. He gave it a grip, immediately fiddling with the hardened nipple as he flicked his tongue out to lick the shell of your ear. He continued to scold you, “You always worry about my neighbors. Let them know who’s fucking you brainless.”

Your mind is too hazy to process even a syllable of what he was saying. Your face was starting to sweat from the heat of your heavy breathing and you keeping your face shoved in the pillow below you, one hand furiously gripping at the sheets while the other flexed and unflexed over the edge of the bed. The sounds of skin slapping skin, your pussy squelching with each thrust, your suppressed cries of pleasure, his headboard unforgivingly bashing the wall behind it, the background music of your damn video game, it would have been ruled perfect if you weren’t being shy.

Dissatisfied with not warranting any type of reaction from you, Gojo took his hand from your perked nipple and smoothed it over your perspiring skin and up to your hair, slender fingers latching onto your locks and yanking your head back. You let out a wail at the fiery feeling of your scalp being tugged at so roughly, but it only made you continue to flutter around his thickness, which made him push his white brows together and let out a sharp hiss. “Stop hiding from me,” he huskily demanded, his strokes seeming to gradually plunge and probe you deeper as he angled your eyes to meet his hovering figure above you. “Let them hear what I’m doing to you.”

“Gojo, I’m gonna fucking…” you trailed off, growing too overwhelmed with everything. You were trembling, unraveling from his touch, coming undone like a ribbon under his moist body, but was it anything new? He let out a lengthy groan, pressing your face back into the pillows and keeping his hand in place, but making you turn your head to the side so he could successfully dip his thumb into mouth. You managed to recuperate yourself enough to the point where you could wrap your lips around the digit, giving it a courteous suck before your jaw fell slack once again from Gojo’s ministrations. He was pounding you at this point, your arch evanescing, you just laying on your stomach and taking it as Gojo plunged into you from behind. He was getting close too, the occasional faults and stutters in his hips becoming more frequent and his thrusts getting downright sloppy, but you loved it all.

“You gonna cum for me?” he inquired, his voice wavering from his own pleasure. You nodded with a cry, eyes closed at this point. Gojo smiled, a breathy chuckle managing to escape him as he egged you on, “Good, make a fucking mess, will you?” He didn’t have to ask you twice.

With a guttural groan tearing from your throat, you came, this orgasm hitting you much harder than the first. You shuddered rather violently, eyes almost getting stuck in the back of your head as that same scorching heat overwhelmed every bone in your body, leaving you completely in euphoria. Gojo let out a moan of approval at you finally coming undone, your orgasm very much apparent on his dick. The white coating you left behind made his toes curl. He relished in it as much as he could until he felt himself tittering on the edge himself, his eyes fluttering closed and rolling back as he slammed into you a couple more times before he let out a growl of his own, sighing and hissing as he rode out his own orgasm inside you.

“Jesus, that felt like a lot,” you commented with a tired laugh after Gojo unsheathed himself from you, kneeling and spreading you to watch his excess ooze out of you. He hummed in agreement, tilting his head at your pussy before standing to his feet and flipping you over. You gave him a quizzical glance, soon yelping as you felt him squirm his fingers under your sides and scoop you up bridal style. “Gojo, quit it, I can walk by myself, dammit!”

“Can you really, though? You always trip and fall when we’re done,” he snidely retorted, giving you a teasing look as he escorted you to the restroom. After nudging the door open with his foot, he nodded your head to the lightswitch for you to flip it on, which you complied to. He then took the initiative of plopping you onto the sink before rummaging through his linen closet, receiving a brand new rag and soaking it with lukewarm water. You spread your legs, already knowing the procedure like the back of your hand as you watch Gojo ring the towel and make his way in between your straddled legs. With gentle hands, he began cleaning you off, softly running the rag over your overstimulated crotch with care. You sighed at the relief of it being freshened up; bodily fluids weren’t half as appealing post-sex.

“So,” Gojo started, his chipper voice slicing through the comfortable silence of the bathroom. “You still up for getting your ass beat at Smash?”

“You wish.” You retorted, giving him a challenging smirk as he finished cleaning you up.

“Okay, let’s make a bet,” he hummed, wetting and ringing the rag once again before tossing it over a metal rack. “Loser has to make dinner. And I’m talkin’ a full course meal.”

You gave him a playful shove, scooting off the counter and falling to the tiled floor on both feet. You gave him a testing grin, skipping -- albeit shakily, back into Gojo’s room. “You’re on.”

oatmealthighs ©️.

[unkingly]

Canis: The Speaker (Manga) - English Scanlation

Summary: 'The Speaker' is a BL manga that follows three boys who were all raised in an American orphanage together. Sam is the book smart and inquisitive one. Hal is brave and confident. Nobu is shy and quiet, but he has a good memory and he's more capable than he thinks he is.

The boys realize that something sinister is going on at their orphanage, and they decide to investigate. As a result, they get forcibly separated.

Themes include: explicit (18+) material, polygamy, mafia madness, human and child trafficking, sex work, sex assault, child sexual abuse, and substance abuse

Read Chapters 1 - 10 here!

Read Chapter 11 here!

[retracexcviii]

Sunday Moon

Hi there dear fellows and Luna lovers. The end of the week is here.

Don't edit this drawing and don't post it anywhere.

What to say about this. The artist knows vnc and has this lovely style I fall for every time.

The lovely artist is @/yuliydominik on Intagram.

[fishareglorious]

THE WILLORINE AO3 TAG HAS BEEN LEGITIMIZED CAN I GET A FUCK YEAH

[sweetmage]

Vik, despite all protests, thinks V should learn how to read and spell.

But why should he? He's made it 24 years with only a first grade level of reading skills, he doesn't need it! But Vik worries, ya know? Bad contracts, specific hand written instructions for a dangerous job, road signs, law changes that would affect his daily life...

V doesn't care about any of that, though. He's cocky, he's skilled all on his own and he knows it. But damned if Vik isn't stubborn and persuasive, he really knows how to wear him down like no other.

So he starts small, teaching him the basics while he's doing small cyberware upgrades and installations for him. He quizzes him the moment he walks in the door on how to spell certain words: street names, athletes, cars, burger joints, whatever else might keep V's interest. In time he makes him read out the product description for cyberware upgrades (though he's very lenient on the big words and technical terms). Then, when the summer crime waves roll around and he's got piles of paperwork and patients out the door, he tosses V a screamsheet and has him read out the boxing highlights to him while he works.

Then and only then does it click for V. Work, utility, convenience? He'd done just fine until now, none of that made much of a difference. But this moment never would have come if he hadn't put in the work. Stuttering out the news of their favorite's most recent victory, hearing it slowly come together from his own lips, seeing that prideful grin lowly spread across Vik's face not for the boxer but for him, him... yeah, that's what it's all for.

[birthmarkbuckley]

Point of Impact

established buddie cheating 1/? 5,265 words no archive warnings apply

This isn't funny. This is so, so not funny.

"When was this?"

Eddie breathes deeply through his nose, his eyes squeezed shut. "A few weeks ago. Three, um — three weeks ago."

Three weeks ago. Buck lets out a sound that might be a sob. Three weeks ago, Eddie slept with someone who isn't Buck. Eddie— Eddie cheated on Buck. He cheated on him.

This can't be right.

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