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[narcissistshandler]

I’ve read your other fics and they’re delicious 🤤.

Imagine eating Rin out then getting caught, by like Isagi or some.

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「 pairing 」 gn reader x itoshi rin 「 content 」 rin is trying to stretch and you are trying (and succeeding) in getting in his way 「 tags 」 rimming [rin receiving], reader has no gender or genitalia mentioned, yoga, cumming in pants, caught in the act, slightly dubious consent but rin is loving it I promise

a/n in case I did a terrible job of describing the position Rin is in here is a link for reference (it would be some variation of this)

LETTING you bury yourself between his legs in a room where anyone could walk in was a terrible idea. Rin knew, that's why the first thing he did when he saw you approaching while he was maintaining a bridge was a clear, "no." Because you would never have pure intentions when trying to follow any of his daily routines, something you had never done before.

But that only made you smile like a cat while feigning innocence.

Rin let you hover around, trying to ignore you. And then somehow everything went wrong and here he was: arched on the mat, supported by his hands, his chest open in an almost impossible arch, only one foot on the ground. Forming a living bridge, initially tense but firm, which has evolved to now be on the verge of collapse.

You had the audacity to direct one of his legs over your shoulder, and Rin could only growl at your boldness.

"Get out," he demands, but there's no heat in his voice. Especially not when your hot, bold tongue licks around the ring of taut muscle and your chuckle against his warm skin makes him shiver. Rin knew, he was too lenient with you. He should have been stricter when you still listened to him. "You bastard gnh— this is not the place for this."

But he still doesn't push you away. Your fucking mouth...

You didn't even try to undress him, just pushed the leg of his shorts to the side along with his underwear to gain access to his hole, leaving his cock trapped in the tightness of the fabric — so heavy and hard that Rin could feel the blood rushing through his entire member, moisture accumulating at the tip. You were brazen, not backing down even when he kicked you on your first attempt to put your mouth on him.

Rin should have worn the tightest shorts today, even though he doubted it would have stopped you from trying to embarrass him in such a public place.

Your mouth moves against him, murmuring. Rin feel the words more than hear them — wet, muffled, broken against his sensitive skin. "Mmm… jus’ wanna— taste…"

Rin will definitely kill you. As soon as he can. "Seriously?" he snaps, voice low and ragged. "You can’t shut up even with your mouth full?"

He can't see your face from this position, what is good, he doesn't want to see the smug expression that will be there. That was permission enough for you. The obvious choice: either shut up and carry on, or...

Rin's arms tremble with the effort of holding his weight as your lips suck on the soft rim. Even though he had showered before starting his stretches, he still found it disgusting, having your mouth there, knowing that there was no way you couldn't taste not only the soap and water, but also the salty sweat.

Embarrassment made his face hot, his entire body on fire as you casually, as if it were part of your routine, reveled in the way Rin's hole clenched around of your tongue, twitching under each wet lick; eating his ass slowly, lazily.

"...You're going to make me fall," he growled, his eyes about to roll back in his skull, his voice trailing off into a groan as your tongue probed past the ring of muscle and slid into the tight heat. As if shocked, the muscle in his leg jumped with unexpected pleasure, contracting in your shoulder.

You make a contented sound against his ass, using your fingers to spread his cheeks so you have more room to work with your mouth... Rin hears his own voice ringing in his ears, loud, surprised, breathless as a flash passes behind his eyes and his balls tighten.

He doesn't have time to warn or try to get away. Rin is only able to feel: heat flooding his stomach, hole tightening around your tongue, heart pulsing in his cock confined in his gym shorts. You lick him through his orgasm, thrusting your tongue inside him, making disgusting sounds like you're eating the most delicious meal.

Wetness spreads in his underwear and his arms that held his body up finally give way.

Rin's back hits the floor at the same moment the door opens with an audible click. "Rin—"

Upside down, he sees Isagi, with an expression that seems to range from traumatized to provocative in horrible seconds.

The three of you freeze.

There's no way to disguise it. Rin on his back on the mat, hair flushed in his face, shorts still messy and with a wet spot growing in the front and you kneeling between his legs, lips glistening with moisture and one of his heels still on your shoulder.

Rin's face burns brighter.

Only an idiot wouldn't connect the pieces, but well, Isagi was an idiot so maybe...

"Are you two making out or doing some very very specific type of training?"

"Get out."

"No, seriously, Rin, I want to learn too—"

Rin grunts like an animal about to attack. He'll kill Isagi, then he'll kill you. He won't leave any witnesses to his humiliation.

"Get the fuck out, Isagi." Isagi obeys, laughing like someone who now has an ace up his sleeve, muttering to himself an "I always knew" that makes Rin's head throb harder.

He covers his eyes with the back of his hands, feeling the semen cool against his skin, forming a disgusting mess in his underwear, drool dripping from his hole because you always had to spit on it like a salivating dog. "You fucking idiot, I warned you someone might come in and you didn't even think to lock the door—never again. Never again."

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Shawnstown: When Is A Search Not A Rescue - Jack Abbot x Reader (feat: Charlie Reid)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @yousigned-upforthis @julius-ceasar @flu3rm0r3 @thinemineours

Premise: Shawnstown is an AU universe, where different Shawn Hatosy characters have found a home over the years for different reasons within their journeys. This is not in line with any of the current ongoing storylines for these characters.

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First Chapters:

Andrew Pope Cody

Sammy Bryant

Charlie Reid

Clayton Emerson

Stan Rosado (Lee)

Summary: Jack latest search operation yields more questions than answers.

There’s a point during a Search and Rescue operation where it stops being about finding the individual and instead becomes about recovering their remains. Jack knows that, he accepts that. He just wishes it was different this time because this assignment…

It’s left him with more questions than answers.

Like the letters still sealed in their envelopes scattered across the ground around the deceased’s empty car, the one they’d found with the driver’s door open, keys in the ignition.

Her purse found fifteen miles into the dense woodland that surrounded her home, tipped out and strewn amongst the undergrowth.

The word HELP written on the ground with sticks and stones, the arrow pointing towards the abandoned fire road where they’d found the eighty year Sheila Dupree sprawled out, her blood and brain matter leaking into the dirt. She’d been dead at least eighteen hours, he could tell from the discolouration of her skin and the stiffness in her limbs. Another six and she’d be slowly easing her way out of rigor.

It’s meant to look like she slipped in the mud, hit her head on a rock but Jack doesn’t need a Medical Examiner to tell him when someone’s skull has been bashed in.

Thankfully neither does Chief of Police Charlie Reid. He’s been the Incident Commander in this search as is the protocol in small townships like theirs. Robby’s the designated Search Manager, developing strategy and deploying resources back at the Command Post while Jack leads a team of specialised searchers during call outs.

“She used to be a journalist you know?” Charlie says beside him, tilting his head to survey the body. “She’s been retired for a decade but she was still sharp as a tack according to the neighbours, not the type of person to lose their shit and go running off into the woods.”

They get a lot of dementia cases throughout this county, elderly folks who get disoriented, wander off. Jack’s worked enough of those searches to know that this isn’t one of them.

He tilts his head down to look at the ground underneath his boots. There’s been a lot of rain during the twenty four hours Sheila’s been missing. It’s saturated the mud, washing way the possibility of finding any footprints other than those of the searchers that located her.

“You think its tied to the other shit in the area?” He asks Charlie, crossing his arms over his chest.

There’s been a lot of weird crap going on in these woods over the past couple of months, disappearing hikers, campsites torn to pieces, reports of a bogey man stalking through the trees at night.

If it were thirty miles in the other direction he’d laugh and say that last one’s just Pope, but that man, he sticks to his own territory and he’s certainly not the type to go around slashing tents without cause.

“Maybe.” Charlie says before reaching into the pocket of his neon yellow windbreaker and removing the letters he collected from the scene back by the house. “I took the liberty of opening these as I thought it might give us a read on where she’d gotten to when the search was still active. She talks in circles for a while about finding something out there in the wild, doesn’t say what it is though.” Charlie sighs shrugging his shoulders. “The  problem is I’m not from around here so I don’t understand the landmarks she’s referring to. I was wondering if your bloodhound could take a look?”

“She’s not my-” Jack cuts himself off before pursing his lips together and shaking his head. “That woman would rather light my ass on fire right now that have me darken her doorstep.”

“Well I’m gonna be tied up with this scene for the rest of the day and I kinda need her help with these letters so…” Charlie shoves them towards Jack. “If you’re not gonna do it for me then do it for the dead woman lying at our feet, doesn’t she deserve our best effort here?”

Jack scowls. Their Chief, he’s a wily asshole. Never afraid to lay it on thick when he needs to, appealing to Jack’s sense of duty, pulling at his heart strings.

“She’s gonna burn me alive Charlie.” He informs the other man, snatching the letters from his hand.

“Yeah but she’ll probably put you out too.” Charlie reasons, clasping Jack’s shoulder sympathetically. “Afterall, isn’t that what Fire Chiefs do?”

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I’ll never live without you again

Part 39 <- Part 40 -> Part 41

Getting home doesn't mean you can jump straight back into life as it used to be.

Yandere!Jinwoo Sung x Fem Newmom!reader Tags - Angst, Comfort

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A/N - I have only watched the anime and haven't gotten round to reading the manhwa yet. Please refrain from spoilers. And please refer to the master tag list for the full list of tags + major tags, I'm updating it where I can.

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Home.

Somewhere you never thought you’d ever find again. But you did, as soon as you walked through the apartment door with your twins and Jinwoo by your side.

So familiar, so comforting. It wasn’t the only thing to bring tears into your eyes on the car ride home, everything you took for granted did.

Sweet smelling blossoms on the random greens on street corners, or by a landmark as the chilly wind tousled your hair while the radio played beautiful music in the background. It didn’t matter what music played, just that it was beautiful.

Jinwoo held your hand the entire way home, squeezing your hand every so often to reassure you. You knew it was more in case you slipped away or vanished, and you couldn’t blame him either, because you did the same thing.

The dark place, where you had been all this time, possessed no music, no gentle touches or fresh air to inhale as soon as you cracked open a window. It was stale, hauntingly unsettling and somewhere you were sure you were going to be forgotten.

You had consciously turned to see the twins in their car seats behind you, ensuring they were still there, that they hadn’t been taken again.

The entire time you were away, you had feared the worst.

Jinwoo handed you the stroller to walk up to the apartment with, like it should have been when you would have brought them back from the hospital. You wiped the wet from your face and stepped over the threshold.

“I’m sorry-“

“Don’t.” Jinwoo shook his head slowly. “Don’t blame yourself- I never should have left you there- if I just…”

“Jinwoo.” You couldn’t speak about it, not yet. “It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault.”

He rubbed his eye and softly closed the door behind you. “Did you want to take a shower- I’ll get you a towel.”

You watched him walk away towards the little built-in linen closet, pulling out your favourite towel. A peach one with silly doodles all over it.

“Wow…" You breathed. "You kept this?”

“I kept everything, right where you left it.” He handed it to you. “I wanted nothing to move from where you put it, ever.”

Min-ho stirred in his seat, taking your attention away from Jinwoo at the littlest sound. Then, Jun-hee sneezed, making you tear up all over again. Little sounds you missed and should have grown accustomed to by now.

“I’ll get them settled, come out when you’re ready.”

You didn’t move, neither did Jinwoo. It was like the other was waiting respectively for their partner to make the first move. Yet neither of you did, for the long few seconds to come.

“I’ll leave the door open.”

Jinwoo swept a strand of hair from your face, never blinking, or shying away. “Shout if you need me.”

It was a hard walk to the bathroom, turning your back on your family as though they truly would disappear in a window you couldn’t climb back through. You found yourself looking back every few steps to make sure they wouldn’t. And when you stepped foot in the bathroom, you were so alone. Like back in the dark place.

Your family didn’t exist in this room, but they did when you popped your head out and saw quick movement from the bedroom across the way. Jinwoo shushed the twins, walking back and forth against the creaks in the floorboards.

But in this bathroom, they didn’t exist.

What if I leave them again? What if this is only temporary?

Still, you managed to step foot into the shower, stopping the water every minute or so to make sure they were still existing in your world. A cry, a closed background noise from the bedroom. Anything to keep you existing in their world.

You studied the spot and black marks over your body, recalling how suddenly you woke up. The clunking came first, like an old clock, then that awful hissing from the gas, and after that was fire. While you managed to kick away the flames from the tubing in the struggle before you were physically harmed, the psychological damage was irreparable.

Fire was bad. Gas was bad. Small spaces were a very bad thing. And now, you were damaged.

There was no doubt in your mind that the knife wound you obtained would scar, yet there was no evidence of that fact on your body. Nothing, like it never happened, but it did. It appeared like your body had reverted back to before you were even pregnant.

It’s like our babies really did come off of an alien spaceship instead of from my own body. 

You expected stretch marks, full breasts and sagging skin as a reminder of where the twins came from. Though you had nothing to show for it.

Could you even breast feed them? Rely on your instincts of motherhood to know what they needed and how to give it to them? You weren’t sure you could even wake at the smallest sound to cater to their needs in the early hours of the morning.

Jinwoo had done this all by himself.

That idea set you off again, sobbing in the shower between breaks to hear out for them when the water turned off. For the remainder of your shower, you thought back to every time you heard Jinwoo’s voice, the twins crying after they had been born, various memories you wanted to hold on to forever. Something to bring positivity, though it only brought on more upset.

You really never wanted to die again. Even if it was peaceful.

By the time you climbed out of the shower, the twins were settled. You slipped into your robe from the back of the door and stepped into the bedroom. Jinwoo awkwardly stood up, and watched you get closer until you and he were toe to toe.

“I’m sorry-“ you and he both said, tripping over each other's words.

“Can I hold them now?”

“Of course. You don’t have to ask.”

You nodded and sat down on the bed, settling yourself in as Jinwoo picked Min-ho and Jun-hee one at a time into your arms.

“Hello, you two.” You were already crying. “I’m sorry that mommy was away for a little while. But I’m here now, and I’ll make sure I’ll be here for you and daddy.”

Seeing them like this, to think you would ever even entertain the possibility of allowing them near that facility was a travesty. They were beautiful, a mixture of features you and Jinwoo possessed into two perfect little humans.

Jinwoo sat next to you, he kissed your temple and sniffled into your hair while you wept. “We missed you so much.”

“I missed you both so much too. I never thought I’d get back to you, but daddy found me again. You all found me again.” You planted a kiss on each of their heads, nuzzling close and in a silence that didn’t seem so alone anymore.

It went like that for an hour at least, resting into each other inside the little protective bubble you’d made up. Comfort, just existing in each other's arms until the twins fell asleep. You fought sleep, adamant not to close your eyes just in case you went back to that place. 

“Here.” Jinwoo took Jun-hee and bundled her up in his arms before settling her down in her crib.

You followed suit with Min- ho though your gut was screaming to keep them where you could see them. What if that doctor came back and killed you all over again, or took Jinwoo by surprise and killed him too? Your children would have no one to fight their corner, disappearing off to Japan and becoming a statistic.

No, Jinwoo wouldn’t be caught off guard so easily. You could see just by how his aura was so prominent that his guard was raised all the way up, guarded and drastically aware of itself. His shadow was throbbing, acutely present and much deeper than you remembered. It not only moved with him, it trailed behind him with a micro delay.

Taking a deep breath, you got up, staring down at your babies one more time before stepping out into the hallway, Jinwoo followed close behind, shutting the door behind him. There, you and Jinwoo did nothing but look at each other, quietly, taking in the other’s face and smell.

“I never thought I’d see you again-”

“I thought I’d lost you.” 

He kissed you with desperation, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. The emotional connection you and he shared, united you on another level. You couldn’t be any closer if you tried, even pawing at his shirt to get as physically close as possible.

“You did.” You breathed, kissing him back and slipping your fingers into his hair. “It was so cold, Jinwoo, I never want to be there again. I never want to be without you again.”

“Not while I’m around, baby. I’m never leaving you alone again. Ever. You can count on me to keep our family safe.”

You rested your head into his chest, taking in his smell properly for the first time, sobbing and sniffling. Only then did you close your eyes, keeping your feet flat on the ground here and not in that place.

"I trust you. I trust you with everything." The words just slipped out. “The doctor. She… she killed me. She took our children, Jinwoo.”

But you knew for certain he would have kept you safe had he been there.

He walked you over to the sofa, each step a waddle, holding you tight until he pulled you on to his lap. “I know… She called the other doctor, the man who was at the crematorium.”

“You do? What-”

“She knows I was there, she doesn’t know you’re alive… I know it’s hard to talk about, but can you tell me about what happened before you-” He hesitated, hovering his hands over your hips when you sat your legs either side of him. “I need to know everything. Anything that can help with getting to the bottom of things. Can you do that for me?”

Recalling it was one thing, but saying it out loud sunk your stomach into the floor. “I… I think I can.”

“I’d wait, but she knows I’m aware of her role in this. I don’t think we have much time before she cuts and runs. I have a shadow on her, but I think she has this ability that prevents them from finding her.”

“She said she was hard to find… That’s why Beru didn’t know where she was. She makes people think she has no mana, no presence, but she must be a high rank hunter to get past you.”

Jinwoo nodded, his brows furrowed so slightly while he was thinking. “So it’s definitely her ability. She’s got to be B-Rank at least, though most probably A-Rank. It’ll explain why my shadows are lost. If she can send Beru and Igris away without issue, it makes me wonder what other abilities she might have.”

You shrugged, sniffing the pain away. “I don’t know. My mana was gone, so even if she did anything, I wouldn’t have known.”

“What about now? I can see your aura again.” He said, fiddling with a strand of hair. "It's nice."

Looking at your hands, your body felt different, you were in possession of mana, but you had none of your old abilities. Well, you were still in shock that you weren’t dead anymore, your mana didn’t come into it.

“It’s here, I just don’t know what it’s doing… it doesn’t feel the same as it did.”

Jinwoo laced his fingers with yours, studying you, remembering you. “How did it bring you back? I tried so much to get you back and all I needed to do was bring the twins to see you...It must be that. The way the twins took your mana and they gave it back to you.”

The first thing you remembered was a surge of power, familiar yet foreign to your body. There were hints of Eye’s handmaiden in there, but it was muddied, chucked together with something else that emanated your own children’s mana. You saw it clear as day when you relaxed and held them in your arms, Min-ho had an aura that was a spitting image of his father, whereas Jun-hee had a different aura entirely. 

“I think maybe they were holding it for me… y’know, like how babies can give stem cells to the mother to heal their organs and…” It sort of sounded ridiculous when you said it out loud. “I mean, I read it somewhere, when I was pregnant.”

“No, that sounds like you’re on to something. I saw your mana flow right from them and into that cremator, I think it must be an ability of theirs, maybe something passive. Then you were kicking the door in. You’re stronger than you were, aren’t you?”

“I uh…” Hearing anything about that fucking hot place made your skin crawl, though you didn’t blame Jinwoo for that. “I think so, but I’m not really sure.”

He noticed your expression fall and held on to your waist to put you in the present. “I’m so sorry for putting you in there. I moved too quickly, they wouldn't let me keep you longer-”

“No. I don’t blame you. It was all her fault. I was the weak link and she- she…” You could feel every inch of that steel in your mind like it was programmed into you. “She… wanted to take the twins- her original plan was to take them and have us have another baby. She mentioned her debts, and spoke about Japan.”

“Japan?” Jinwoo asked, his aura darkening slightly.

“Yeah, and money. I think-” You didn’t want to bring yourself to even say it out loud.

Jinwoo beat you to it. “She wanted to sell them to Japan because of their S-Rank status. I knew there was something wrong with her from the twins' first scan. I just couldn’t put my finger on it. Shit.” 

You pulled his hand away from his face, hiding himself. “Don’t go blaming yourself, if this camouflage thing is her ability, then she fooled all of us, even the Chairman.”

“Oh…” Jinwoo’s face fell flat, staring straight through you. “About the chairman.”

“What? Did something happen?”

He awkwardly rubbed his neck, looking away for a second. “No… Not exactly.”

“Jinwoo.”

“I’m sort of taking his place. The Chairman’s stepping down.”

Huh? “Okay… it’s obvious I missed a lot of stuff. So before we go any further, can you clear a few things up for me?”

“Happy to, baby. Anything for you.”

Part 39 <- Part 40 -> Part 41

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What We Don’t Say Chapter 2: Kang Haerin from Arae

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Kang Haerin x Male OC

Tags: fluff, angst, slowburn, romcom, kpop idol x male oc

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Chapter 2

“You’re a celebrity, huh?”

In which Jay gets to know the cat girl who stares at him in a good way… according to him, at least. 

Lee Hyunjae

Sometimes I wonder if I did something in my past life to offend the bald-headed demon in our school. 

Relax, I’m just joking… kind of. 

Who am I referring to? Take a wild guess. Not a day goes by that I don’t cross paths with him, and without fail, he always has something to say.

“Your hair’s getting too long, Lee Hyunjae. Cut it by tomorrow.” 

“Where’s your tie, Hyunjae? It’s part of your school uniform, put it back on now.” 

“How many times is that now? This is the third consecutive week where you’ve been late every single day.” 

Okay, maybe some of those comments were warranted. I’m not exactly winning “Model Student of the Year.” But even when he’s nagging me about my earrings or the sweatpants I sneak into uniform rotation (they’re just so much more comfortable), I know Mr. Choi’s just doing his job. A little too enthusiastically, maybe — but it’s not like he actually hates me. In fact, if I’m being honest, I think he might be one of the only adults in this school who actually gives a shit. Case in point — just a few seconds ago: “A minute late to school, as usual,” he sighed, already eyeing my outfit.

He went straight for the ear check. “Earrings. Again. That’s your fifth strike this week, and it’s only Wednesday. You trying to break your own record, Lee Hyunjae?” Classic Mr. Choi. Equal parts exasperation and sarcasm. 

A few other latecomers around us snickered under their breath. I rolled my eyes instinctively and brushed them off — people love to talk when they don’t know anything. I’ve learned to let it slide. Words don’t sting as much when you’re used to hearing worse at home. 

As I scanned the school grounds, my eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar girl pointing in my direction where I was standing. My close friend and the resident ray of sunshine in the school, Danielle Marsh, was with a not-so-familiar girl next to her. I waved at Danielle before she finally noticed me. 

“Third time this week?” she called. Wow, so I really am only known in this school for my demerit record, huh. 

“Nope, fourth. You forgot Monday—I got caught riding Bull to school,” I responded, referring to the motorcycle I bought with the money my mom left me, because I loved the feeling of riding into the wild with no destination in mind. Well, I worked a part-time job on weekends, so the purchase was worthwhile anyway. 

I noticed the other girl staring at me. I couldn’t really tell from a distance, but it almost looked like she was meticulous with her blinking, in a slow, perceptive, calculating manner, almost like a…cat? It seemed like a ridiculous comparison, but the more I took notice of her features, the more I could see the similarities. 

I saw her turn around and exchange a few words with Danielle, who responded with her signature hearty laugh. Looks like they were hitting it off. 

“Quit staring and get moving to class, Hyunjae. You’re already 5 minutes late.” I looked around, realising that all the other latecomers had already left for period 1. 

As I grumbled and started walking towards my homeroom, a hand grabbed my arm, and I turned to face a worried-looking Mr Choi, an expression I’d already gotten used to from him. 

“Wait, Jay.” 

Oh shit, even his tone was more concerned than usual. 

“If you’re still having problems at home, please reach out. You and I both know what he’s like when he drinks.”

I snorted. “When isn’t he? These days, I think he’s spared more glances at bottles of soju than Hyein, and she’s literally always at home.” 

Mr. Choi sighed again, more defeated than ever. “God knows what happened after graduation… That accident must’ve changed him. Anyway, keep your chin up and look after your sister. It’s what your mother would’ve wanted.”

With one final nod, he turned and walked back toward the front office. I stood there for a second longer, watching him go. 

Mr. Choi and my parents went way back. They all went to the same college, and from what I heard, my mom used to copy his notes in every class. It’s funny, really — he’s probably been scolding me since before I was even born. 

As I made my way towards my homeroom, I noticed Danielle taking the cat girl to the field. ‘Ah, she must be the new transfer,’ I thought to myself as I recalled Mrs Baek mentioning one. The way she stared at me just now intrigued me. Not to toot my own horn, but a lot of people in this school stare at me. Hoobaes staring in admiration, guys that stare tentatively in wary, or teachers with their judgmental, watchful eyes that constantly kept me on my tiptoes. I hated it. Movies always describe the popular kid as someone who basks in the attention, relishing in the glory, but I just didn’t get it. 

To me, attention came with strings. Expectations. Labels. The way they stared as if they weren’t looking at me, but at a version of myself that I didn’t want to be. The constant whispering, the assumptions—they were just exhausting. 

So when the cat girl looked at me like that, like she was trying to figure something out, I didn’t quite know how to feel. There wasn’t fear or admiration in her eyes. It was more like curiosity. Calm, steady curiosity, like she was watching a puzzle solve itself.

And most of all, it didn’t make me uncomfortable—quite the opposite.

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The first thing I heard when I slid open the door and stepped into the classroom was yet another heavy sigh. 

“Lee Hyunjae, if you miss any more lessons, not even the student council president will be able to help you with your grades. Minji-ssi has many other pressing matters to attend to. You might as well kiss your graduation certificate goodbye at that point.” 

Mrs. Baek didn’t even look up from the attendance sheet. She just pointed to my empty seat at the back and scribbled something down — probably another late mark. I gave her a lazy salute, which earned a glare from Minji, seated at the front of the class, who was already diligently colour-coding her notes. 

Of course she was.

Minji’s always been the “get-things-done” type. If I were a storm, she’d be the emergency drill plan taped to the wall: efficient, serious, a little too sharp around the edges. We’ve known each other since middle school; in fact, we even used to be neighbours. 

We used to know everything about each other, but these days, we barely even talk. She’s busy, I know, what with all the student president business or whatever. Not to mention, she has a crazy mom who starts going batshit crazy whenever she places anything below 1st place on the termly exams. 

But I miss how close we used to be.

I still feel responsible for her, a promise I made to her dad when she moved next door. God, I miss the moments I had with her family as well. Spending time at hers allowed me to forget about my actual one back home. 

Of course, she does have Hanni now, her girlfriend of 2 years. They’re great and all, and I don’t want to impose, but I do feel like if I were to start drifting away from Minji even more, I at least want a bit more closure. 

“Don’t let Jay’s tardiness distract you from your grades, class. Back to page 47. There’s gonna be a pop quiz after we finish this topic as well.” Mrs. Baek announced to the class, eliciting groans and moans that grumbled across the classroom. 

I let my chin fall into my palm and stared blankly at the board. Five minutes into the lesson and I was already zoning out. Studying just wasn’t my thing. 

By the time Mrs. Baek flipped to the next slide, I had already made my decision.

I raised my hand. “Can I go to the bathroom?” 

She didn’t even blink. “Five minutes. If you’re gone longer than that, I’m sending Minji to drag you back.” 

Behind me, Minji raised her arm. “Sorry Mrs Baek, but I actually have a council meeting, like… now.” Mrs. Baek finally looked up and took off her glasses. “Oh, I see. Go ahead then.” Then to me, with a glare: “Lucky you, Hyunjae. But longer than five minutes and your detention will be a hundred times longer.” 

At that, I slid out of my seat, shoved my hands in my pockets, and strolled out into the hall, slightly trailing behind Minji, though she went her separate way, probably to the library where the student council held their meetings.

Slipping out of class, with or without permission, had become the daily norm for me. Most of the time, teachers don’t even realise that I’m gone after a few minutes, so I started making use of it. Sometimes I’d go to the gym and hit the bags, or go to my spot and clear my mind. Or I’d sneak downstairs and spy on my little sister, just to make sure that no creepy hoobaes were bothering her. 

You might think I’m a little weird and possessive for doing that, maybe, but I’m genuinely just concerned. Hyein’s all I have, and I just can’t risk losing her. Besides, Mom made me promise to take care of her, and that’s an oath I never intend to break.

“Jay! There you are.” I turned at the sound of Danielle’s voice and found her jogging up with the transfer girl trailing behind her. She was holding a clipboard, half her hair falling out of its ponytail.

‘Huh, that’s the third time I’ve seen them just this morning.’ I brushed that thought off as I focused on Danielle, who looked like she was panicking to the point of explosion.

“I was just about to come looking for you,” she said, slightly out of breath. “I was showing Haerin around, but I totally forgot I have to be at the student council meeting like… now. You know how Minji gets when people are late. Could you take her to the homeroom building for me? It’s the last stop, promise!” 

I looked at her incredulously, “Wait wait wait, that’s it? You’re dumping the new transfer onto me? I’m supposed to have my quiet time now.” I was half-joking, but Danielle’s exasperated look and the cat girl’s unreadable stare made me realise the joke didn’t land.

“Come on, Jay. I’m gonna be late. Help me out just once. I’ll make sure Pham doesn’t bother you with her weird Rocky Balboa impressions whenever you come over during our practice for at least a week.” Danielle was practically begging with pleading eyes. 

“Enticing offer… I’m in. You better hold up your end of the stick, though.” I responded, though really, I genuinely wanted to save Danielle from Minji’s wrath. That girl could really bite your ear off if she wanted to, no boxing reference intended. 

“No problemo, and thanks, Jay. Here, this is Haerin. Haerin, this is Jay, the guy with the earrings you asked about. Jay, try not to corrupt her too fast, please. She’s one of the good ones.” Without another word, Danielle almost glided in the direction of the library. 

“Wow, Minji really has these student council members on a leash, huh?” I glanced at the cat girl, whose name I now knew. The only response I received was a blank stare, the same one I received a while ago when I was standing with my fellow latecomers. She even started blinking slowly, in that same calm, unreadable manner. I was beginning to think it wasn’t just a coincidence.

“Uh... right,” I scratched the back of my neck. I swear I could hear the crickets chirping in the awkward silence. “Guess we better head to homeroom, then.” Still no response, not even the slightest nod. 

“Okay,” I muttered under my breath. “So you’re the quiet type. Cool cool cool, love that for me. Um, do you know which homeroom you’re in?” 

“3-1. Mrs Baek Seong Ja.” 

There it is. I finally managed to hear her voice, though the answer wasn’t what I was looking for, as I cursed under my breath. 

“Shit, you’re in the same homeroom as me.” This was bad; my five minutes were basically up already. “Well, scrap this then, I can’t take you there. Erm, let’s freestyle instead. We’ll go to my favourite spots in school, I’m sure you’ll love them.” 

This finally seemed to form a crack in Haerin’s expression, as for once, she looked just the slightest bit intrigued. 

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“So, uh, Haerin-ssi, right?” I tried my best to make small talk as I brought her along the corridor that led to the boxing gym. I was forcing myself to change my social behaviour just to fit her vibe; I even slowed down my footsteps to make it seem like I wasn’t just dragging her along on this school tour. 

She nodded in response, then halted her steps and looked at me again. ‘There’s that weird stare… she looks like she’s expecting something from me,” I thought to myself. “Is there something you wanna ask—” 

A loud gasp interrupted me. “Holy shit, aren’t you Kang Haerin? From Arae Tuition?”

A short, chubby hoobae with a bowl cut stared at her in awe. “Oh my god, you are her! I see your posters all the time after school at Arae for math!” He fished out his phone and, rudely, snapped a picture before taking off.

I turned to look at Haerin, expecting to see a happy expression on her face for once, since someone recognised her, but instead I was met with one that seemed even colder than the one she usually wore. 

And of course, because of my amazingly timed humour, I just had to crack a joke then. 

“You’re a celebrity, huh? Sign here, please?”

Of course, it landed just as well as you probably expected. I wasn’t hoping for a reaction, but again, she just stared at me. This time though, she almost had a curious look on her face. 

“You don’t recognise me?” She finally spoke for what felt like the first or second time since I officially met her. 

“No, not really. Am I supposed to?” I didn’t know how to feel. Was she one of those uber-popular influencers on social media or something? The kid just now mentioned something about a tuition centre, though, so probably not. “Sorry, I don’t really go for hagwon. I don’t know who you are.” 

Relief thoroughly washed over her face. “No, no, it's fine. It’s better for me that you don’t, actually.” 

I don’t know why, but that sentence evoked a feeling in me. A weird kind of feeling; it was like a flicker. A subtle pulse of recognition. Not of her name, or face, or whatever Arae Tuition poster she might’ve been on, but of the feeling behind her words.

That sense of wanting to go unnoticed. To not be known for the wrong things. To walk into a room and just be, without people already deciding who you are before you even say a word.

Yeah. I knew that feeling.

So I didn’t say anything back for a moment. Just kept walking beside her in silence. She didn’t seem to mind. In fact, for the first time since I met her, her steps fell in sync with mine. Still quiet, still cat-like in her movements, but a little less guarded now. Like maybe I wasn’t a threat. Like maybe I didn’t need to be shut out entirely.

“You don’t like being recognised?” I asked eventually, keeping my voice low.

She looked down at her shoes, then ahead again. “Not like that.”

“Like how then?”

She didn’t answer immediately. I almost thought she wouldn’t at all — until she said, “I want to be known, not remembered.”

I slowed down without even thinking. “…What’s the difference?”

She finally looked up at me. Not blinking slowly this time, not observing. Just… looking. “Being remembered means they’ve decided who you are. Being known means they’re still listening.”

That quieted me more than it should’ve. For a second, I forgot I was supposed to be skipping class. Forgot about Mr. Choi’s warnings, Mrs. Baek’s threats or even Minji’s glare from earlier. I just kept staring at her, this girl who didn’t smile, didn’t flinch, didn’t say much — but who somehow made more sense to me than most people did. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I get it. People stare like they’re only seeing the outer shell I built. No one sees the real me. Maybe it’s the same for you.”

Haerin looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak before pausing, like she was contemplating whether to open up or not. 

“You can tell me anything, your secret’s safe with me,” I said with a wink, before immediately cringing inwardly. 

It seemed to work, though, as Haerin finally began to speak up.

“My mom, she… She doesn’t see me for who I am. I think to her, all I am is just a machine—a robot that’s able to help her boost her brand. It’s been like that my entire life. She’s been sending me to study at cram school since I could talk, and now it’s all I can do. Regurgitate information on a piece of paper.” 

I didn’t know what to say at first. There was a heaviness in her voice — not sadness exactly, but something duller. Like it had been worn down over time, sanded smooth from too many years of being unheard. 

“And the worst thing is, it’s the same for everyone. They only know ‘Kang Haerin from Arae’.” She gave a small, humourless huff through her nose. “It is what it is, though.” 

In the heat of the moment, I blurted my inner thoughts out without thinking. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have the privilege of not knowing her. Kang Haerin from Arae, I mean. To me, you’re some weird cat girl who could probably go undefeated in a staring contest tournament. And that’s who I’m interested in learning more about.” 

For a moment, I wasn’t sure how she’d take it — but then she let out a sound. A laugh, a real one this time. It was a combination of a snort and a chuckle, small but genuine. 

And for someone like her, that was the loudest thing in the world.

Sorry bout the delay, I was kinda in a dilemma on whether I should switch perspectives throughout writing this chapter. Here it is, hope you guys enjoyed it, please leave comments, feedback, advice, constructive criticism or compliments 😉 Any questions about how the story is going to progress are welcome as well, I'd love to share my thought process when writing with you guys.

[macabrebatz]

ABE SAPIEN NSFW ALPHABET

Author’s Note: Finally writing for my absolute favorite of all time. I apologize if this is short but at least it’s something. If you want me to expand on any of these headcanons and turn them into oneshots, my inbox is open for suggestions.

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, fem! reader is implied but no description of reader, very brief mention of pregnancy (nobody is getting pregnant, don’t worry), teretophillia (not sure if it actually applies but I’m tagging just in case), based on movie Abe, brief reference to The Shape of Water because why not?, not beta read

Word count: 1.7k

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Abe is the sweetest. He won’t leave your side unless it’s to get you something, whether it be water or maybe a rag to clean you off. He’s very adamant about checking in on you, making sure you’re okay.

 

B = Body Part (what's their favorite body part of yours)

He loves your hands. He loves to feel them on his skin, loves to hold them, and thanks to his powers it’s a way for the two of you to connect not just physically, but mentally as well.

 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

For the longest time, Abe wouldn’t cum inside of you. Usually, he would pull out and cum on your stomach. But if you ask him to cum anywhere else, he’s happy to oblige. However, he can be reluctant about cumming inside you if you have the ability to become pregnant. It’s not that he would enjoy finishing inside (he absolutely would), he’s a bit apprehensive about the idea of being a father. But that’s a different conversation for a different day.

 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Although exhibition is not really his thing, he has an ongoing fantasy about eating you out in the B.P.R.D. library, right on the steps beside his tank. Unfortunately, that’s most likely not happening. The library/office is a room with heavy foot traffic and the risk of getting caught is far too high, and Abe isn’t keen on the idea of either of you being walked in on during a moment like that, but he still thinks about it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing)

Abe had basically no sexual experience when he met you, but he’s an incredibly fast learner. He was extremely shy in the beginning (he still is somewhat) but he very quickly got the hang of what he was doing.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: A classic by all means and one of Abe’s favorites. He simply enjoys seeing you and this is one of the best positions to do just that.

Cowgirl: He loves having you on top. He enjoys watching you, enjoys how deep he is and good it feels.

The Lotus: Another variation of having you on top. He prefers this position over all. He loves being so close to you, holding you tight as you sit on cock, legs wrapped around him. There’s something so intimate about it and it’s truly one of his favorites:

Spooning: After long missions where you both are tired but still need each other, this is usually the go to. He loves being pressed against you, holding up your leg so he can push inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Abe is usually more on the serious side. He can be humorous but in the moment he isn’t too often.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Abe doesn’t have any hair on any part of his body. He’s smooth over his entire body.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment, intimately/romantically speaking?)

Abe is incredibly romantic. Sex is very intimate for him, there’s nothing casual about it. Abe will worship you from head to toe and praise you the entire time. He’s constantly whispering, mumbling about how much he loves you. He’s meticulous and caring and he’s not afraid to show it.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Abe doesn’t masturbate often, the main reason being that he doesn’t often have the urge to, especially when he has you. That’s not to say he hasn’t. There have been moments when you would be on a mission for days or weeks with Liz, and he would find his hand drifting at the thought of you while you were gone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Abe is on the more vanilla side but there are a couple that really get him going:

Praise: Praise drives Abe crazy. It truly gets him going. He loves giving it and he loves receiving it even more. Hearing you moan his name, telling him what a good job he’s doing, etc. is a guarantee way to make him melt.

Shower sex: I feel like this goes without saying. Being in water feels natural to Abe and he quite enjoys being with you like that. Alternatives include baths, pools, larger bodies of water, etc.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Abe’s two favorite places are the bedroom (more specifically your bedroom) or in water. He enjoys the bedroom because it’s private. Although he has a few fleeting exhibitionist fantasies, he prefers privacy. And he enjoys places with water because he feels in his element. Pools, bathtubs, showers…all fun options. If he can entice you into the water he would be very happy.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes the smallest things can get him going. Something as simple as seeing you reading, deep in focus makes him want to tilt your head up and kiss you. Sometimes your own feelings get him going by accident when you hold his hand or touch him, forgetting momentarily that he can read you.

N = No (something they won't do)

He absolutely won’t hurt you. He’s not into it and can’t stand to cause you any pain. As mentioned before, he’s also not into anything that can potentially be public (minus the occasional fantasy here and there).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Although he enjoys receiving, he definitely has a preference for giving. He quite enjoys it actually. He finds it extremely intimate and he would stay between your legs for hours if you let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Abe likes to take things slow for the most part. He loves to take his time. But sometimes, on the extremely rare occasion, the two of you have a quickie, he can be both fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not against quickies, but they’re not his favorite thing. He’d rather not to be completely honest. Sure, it can be enjoyable but he likes to take his time and enjoy you.

R = Risk (are they up to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Abe is not usually a big risk taker, not when it comes to sex at least. But he is open to trying new things, especially if you ask.

 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Abe has great stamina, especially if he’s fresh out of his tank or better yet, having sex in water. He can usually go for multiple rounds. But if he’s been out of water for a long time his stamina isn’t as good. As for how long he can last, it’s a decent amount of time unless it’s been a while since the last time the two of you had sex. If it’s been a while he tends to be more sensitive.

 

T = Toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Abe doesn’t own toys but he’s not against them. He understands why they can be useful and he’s even open to using them on you if you want. He’s not too open to the idea of them being used on him but he might be if he’s introduced to them slowly.

U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Teasing isn’t something he does often. There have been moments where he would make some sly comments when the two of you are on long missions together (earpieces disconnected obviously) but besides that, he doesn’t tease often.

V = Volume (how loud are they, what sounds do they make, etc.?)

Overall, Abe isn’t very loud when having sex. And his volume fully depends on where and when you’re having sex. Your bedroom at the B.P.R.D. is mostly soundproofed, so Abe makes more noise in there. Moaning, soft whispers, a couple of grunts here and there. But there have been times when the two of you had to be quiet, like when the two of you found yourself having sex in the shower of a hotel room on a mission. Nobody was going to come in, but there was a possibility of other agents hearing. In moments like that, Abe has a lot of self-control and can be nearly silent if needed.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Although he doesn’t masturbate often, when he does he can be extremely needy, especially if he’s been away from you for an extended period of time. He’ll whine and whimper as he thrusts into his hand, imagining how good it would feel with you on top of him.

X = X-Ray (what's going on under those clothes)

I imagine Abe Sapien’s anatomy being a lot like the Creature from the Shape of Water. Upon first glance, there appears to be nothing there, just a mound of skin. But when aroused, the area (a slit) opens up and a cock comes out. It’s smooth, average girth, somewhat naturally lubricated, and matches the blue tones of his skin, getting darker the closer to the tip. It’s larger than you expected it to be the first time, around 8 inches give or take when fully erect.

 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s what he would consider average, sometimes teetering towards the lower side. Abe has moments of high and low libido. Although he does enjoy sex, it’s not often on his mind. But when it is on his mind he’s guaranteed to make you feel good.

 

Z = Zzzzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quickly at all. Abe doesn’t fall asleep easily outside of his tank. But he does love to cuddle with you afterwards, loves having you fall asleep on his chest. But he’s often wide awake, watching over you and holding you close as you sleep.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[mintjeru]

i'm kissing every production i.g employee and furudate-sensei for giving us the haikyuu dumpster battle movie. lives were changed. i cried real tears. there's no doubt that i'll be back for the next movie.

open for better quality | no reposts

[thecrashoutkid]

I spent too long on this shitpost Goodnight

[spagheddiesquash]

jawfizz doodles… actually maybe ill work on that ship name idk if i like the name i said.. anyway i mentioned before that my plan was to ship fizz with jawbone and so thats what i did!! never drawn anything like this before but im really liking how it turned out :^DDD

liked this? maybe u want to see more?? i dunno. but anyway if you liked it feel free to reblog!!

tracked time + kinda crappy bonus doodle under the cut

tracked time:

(do keep in mind this is elapsed. it really took me the past 3 days, on and off)

bonus doodle:

(i used up all my good art juices coloring the doodle sheet so unfortunately this one is noticeably not as good of quality. i at least got the idea down tho!!)

[yourflesh-give-it-to-me]

the overlap between splatoon fans and monster hunter fans is very small, but it isn't zero

[epicfirestormer]

Okay look, I've never really read Greek mythology (my only exposure is EPIC the musical and I've never read The Odyssey or The Illiad so bear with me) but I feel like Odysseus is cursed to always suffer. Not in the same sense Cassandra or Sisyphus are actually cursed, but in an almost unwritten rule sort of thing. Like, how much of an unlucky bastard do you gotta be to constantly be thrown around by one god to another. How are the gods so involved in his life. First is Athena, which fair enough, she chose him as her champion. That one wasn't a problem. But then he runs into Polyphemus, who is POSEIDON'S SON. which, talk about unlucky. then he runs into Aeolus, which also wasn't actually a problem until the crew fucked around and found out with the wind bag, then he runs into Actual Poseidon, gets most of his crew obliterated and then yeeted to CIRCE'S island after that, because of course he does. Only after he found out his leftover crew ran into Circe of all people and was about to go confront her, does he run into Hermes who genuinely has no reason to be here and doing all this besides maybe helping his great grandson and also for entertainment purposes. Then he runs into Circe and it turns out she's pretty chill actually when she realized that he really just wants to go home and not stick around to do anything bad. Anyway, they don't run into any gods for like a saga and a half, which is a new record really, but shit still goes wrong because Of Course It Does and THEN Eurylochus tries to kill one of Helios' cows and then fucking ZEUS comes in to chime in and give Ody the illusion of choice (where he'll suffer no matter what he chooses). Zeus is literally just taking the piss out of this whole thing, and when Odysseus makes his choice, he STILL gets fucked over by being sent to CALYPSO'S island and being stuck there for SEVEN YEARS. Like, at that point it's just Zeus being petty. I'm more surprised that we don't have more scenes of Odysseus breaking down in tears during the entire musical. He's just being used like a ragdoll and thrown around.

Like. Odysseus' story is only a tragedy for everyone involved. It's actually a comedy of error for all the gods who are watching.

[badgebadge314]

There is a mention of the rendoc marriage in a video and that actually makes me so happy

Up until this point (skizz's newest ep) it was only mentioned in streams and that somewhat annoyed me cuz it was like,, only people that are really invested so they watch streams/vods and such knew about it but now it's actually mentioned *in video* which puts it way more on the forefront and that actually makes me really happy.

If it makes sense,, to me it's like the difference the creator of a show confirming a character's queer on a panel or something similar v actually explicitly showing them as queer in the show, y'know?

Also I'm really happy ren Just Calls Doc His Husband

[electroniccollectiondonut]

I have not been in this fandom long enough to reasonably judge others' takes however. "EPIC fans are so silly to characterize odysseus as feeling guilty for his actions don't you know he's a war criminal" is definitely a wild one. like first of all to each their own so settle down and let people enjoy things ok. and secondly making choices with a bad outcome, even knowingly and deliberately, does not exclude the possibility of feeling bad about it later. in fact it makes for a much more in depth character because then you get to explore what he does or doesn't feel guilt over, and why, and if that guilt ever edges into regret or not.

[hiemaldesirae]

i saw this make your impsona thing while doomscrolling and . well. things spiraled out of my control

the design is based off an anglerfish (its sorta obvious but i figured id say it anyway) and (only slightly really) glitz and glam from hb

bonus me and my baby sister

[reanimatestar]

starry eyed <3

[image description: a digital drawing of the artist's original character, ru'en. ru'en is a han chinese person with light skin, dark eyes, and long wavy dark hair. they are wearing an undershirt with a high collar and flared sleeves, a sleeveless robe with wavy lines, and a sash on their waist, evoking a hanfu. he also wears eyeshadow and several rings on his hand. in the drawing, he is winking at the viewer and smiling, revealing his dimples. they are posed with one hand on their cheek. the drawing is in black and white and shaded with halftones, except for the background and a star in their eye and on one of their rings, which is coloured in a saturated red. the second image is the same as the first, except without the stars. /end description]

[r0semultiverse]

Happy 4/13, here's the Deltritan or Satyr Equivalent to Dragon Ball for their species and civilization.