#—— dongu ↻ ⌊ longing for you ⌋

[steventhusiast]

steve’s in the middle of trying to organise a pile of returned tapes by genre when he hears the bell on the door ring. his eyes flicker up to family video’s door, and he intends to only check the customer doesn’t look suspicious, but when he sees who’s entered the store he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his face.

“eds!” he greets his boyfriend, happily abandoning his task to lean onto the counter and watch eddie walk up to him.

“your highness.” eddie greets dramatically, and steve watches as he does a quick scope of the store as he reaches the counter. it’s empty, so of course eddie hops up and over the obstacle to stand next to steve.

“what the hell, eddie!” robin complains as eddie knocks into her half-organised tape pile on his way over, sending a couple tapes onto the ground.

eddie looks at her with a wide-eyed ‘oops’ expression, and then picks up the tapes, attempting to put them back in their place.

“sorry, buck.”

“yeah, yeah.” she huffs, but she’s smiling a little so steve knows she’s not actually mad. she holds up a copy of back to the future, and raises an eyebrow, “you put this in the romance pile.”

“stevie says marty tries to bang his mom in that, so am i really wrong?”

robin blinks at him a couple times, and then shakes her head and resumes her pile-sorting, seemingly done with them for now.

eddie finally smiles at steve from where he is next to him, and gently takes his hand and squeezes it under the counter.

“missed you last night.” he says. steve shuffles his feet a little in response, and squeezes his hand back.

“missed you too. you know how my parents are when they’re in town.”

“yeah, i know.” eddie’s soft smile switches to something more playful as he pauses, “too bad though, had biiig plans for us involving.. one of our most recent purchases in indy.”

robin makes a gagging sound from where she’s stood, and as steve blushes and opens his mouth to say something in reply she reaches over to push at his shoulder and then starts talking before he gets the chance to.

“i say this with love because you are my favourite dingus and dongus, if you make me stand here and listen to you make vague sexual references while i get paid minimum wage to organise these stupid tapes, i might do something drastic.”

eddie snorts at her words.

“you have such a way with words, robs.”

for some reason she looks offended at that, and steve chuckles to himself as he waits for the verbal tennis match to start between them.

they’re interrupted by the bell at the door telling them another customer has walked in, so steve glances over again and-

oh. it’s tommy’s mom.

somehow, for some reason, tommy never told his parents that they’re not on speaking terms anymore. steve had been absolutely dumbfounded the first time mrs hagan came over to say hello after their fight. he’d been expecting her to start chewing him out for upsetting her baby, but instead she’d asked how his mother was doing and had given him a motherly hug like always.

so, he steels himself for an interaction that will later make him feel a strange mix of nostalgic, sad and angry.

“steve! i forgot you work here.” mrs hagan grins at him as she walks over, a copy of pretty in pink in her hand.

“hi mrs hagan.” he offers her a half-hearted smile, and she puts the tape on the counter.

“just came to return this. such a lovely surprise to see you, though. it’s been too long honey! i’m sure tommy misses having you around, i know i do.” she says, and steve winces slightly as he feels robin’s eyes on him.

“oh, yeah. it’s, it’s real nice to see you too mrs h.” there’s an awkward pause where mrs hagan frowns a little at his lack of response to her tommy-related words, so he continues, “time really does fly when you’re not at high school anymore. barely have time to see any of my friends, really.”

he pointedly doesn’t look over to where eddie is now helping robin through the pile of tapes. mrs hagan nods uncertainly, and after steve’s finished with her return and a couple seconds of awkward silence have passed, she nods to herself.

“right, well.. i’ll be off then. we’re actually having a small gathering this weekend, honey. i bet tommy would love to see you there!” she tries at a smile again, but steve can’t really hide the panic in his eyes at the offer.

“oh! i’d- i’d love to mrs h, but i am just-“ he makes a vague gesture with his hands, “so swamped. really busy weekend.”

mrs hagan looks sad at his words, but nods again slowly.

“another time then.”

“sure.” steve lies, and watches as she leaves.

once she’s gone, he thinks about what the party would be like if he does go. he won’t, obviously, but.. what if?

realistically, he knows tommy would be the same jerk he’d been when they last talked a few years ago. but the more childish part of him that remembers his friendship with tommy through rose-coloured glasses wants to believe it could be fun.

maybe it’d be like old times, and he and tommy would take turns pushing each other into the pool. then they’d get each other a plate of food, purposely putting something they know the other doesn’t like on it because they think it’s funny. and finally, after a few hours they’d sneak off to tommy’s room and hang out, talking about anything and everything that comes to mind.

a big part of steve knows tommy was a toxic friend, that they weren’t good for each other and their relationship was strained and unhealthy. but a small part of him misses him more deeply than he wants to admit.

sometimes, when robin asks him a question about his childhood and he realises she hasn’t been his friend since birth, he thinks about how tommy would know that because he’d been there since the start. or she’ll falter when looking for a plate and steve knows tommy could navigate his kitchen with his eyes closed.

but in the same vain, robin will know that he’s got a migraine coming just from the smallest of winces, and steve thinks about how tommy doesn’t even know he gets migraines now. and she knows which floorboard in his room covers a pile of polaroids of him and eddie, and he thinks about how tommy wouldn’t even be safe enough to tell about their relationship.

“you in there, stevie?” eddie says from beside him, jokingly knocking on the top of his head.

steve smiles at him, and bumps him with his shoulder affectionately.

“yeah, just thinking.” he says, and looks at the glass door again. mrs hagan’s car is pulling out of the lot now.

“careful, that sounds dangerous.” robin jokes, and then makes trumpet noises with her mouth as she sorts the final tape into the correct pile.

eddie joins in with her dramatics, going as far as to mime playing his trumpet. robin critiques the way he’s miming holding one, and eddie scoffs at her and tells her to mime playing guitar so he can make fun of her back.

steve smiles to himself, and looks away from the car as it drives away.

he may miss his friendship with tommy sometimes, but this? he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

-

idk what this is but i hope u enjoyed it

inspired by one of my old best friends’ parents who used to come into the store i worked at and say hi to me because they didn’t know our friendship group had a MASSIVE falling out. i miss that friendship a lot sometimes even though it was toxic, and those thoughts inspired this because every thought i have can be projected onto steve if i try hard enough

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

I had a really odd dream last night. The plot involved a mysterious "super" weapon -- a... really, a strange weapon, with a shape no one knew how to describe. It couldn't even be put into words in ordinary English. The super weapon was called the... Dongus. (Because that's what it is.)

The Dongus isn't a conventional weapon -- it was supposed to have been invented around 2000 years ago, during the Dark Ages, and then lost in time (or perhaps it wasn't lost until it was rediscovered after the Fall of Rome). I don't know what it was supposed to do. It's only recently that we've managed to describe its... shape... and that description was not, I think, entirely adequate. (There are diagrams of it, you see... or rather, there are a few diagrams of it supposed to represent it. But they make little sense to me, since their shapes do not correspond even loosely to the real object. The diagrams are more like... pictures of the world at sunset, I guess?)

Anyway, for some reason, the Dongus had to be used, and so it had to be manufactured -- and then, some ancient factory, with a few ancient employees, was put to the task. And some time in the 1800s this same factory (no one knows how long ago) became, itself,... a... super weapon, able to make use of the Dongus itself as a power source. (So it was now, by a sort of circular logic, that you were able to have a superweapon which employed the Dongus as a superweapon... )

And so in the dream, I was going to go back in time, to this factory (whose location I did not recall) and somehow find some way to warn the ancient factory employees to stay out of the way, so that they wouldn't get killed -- while the ancient factory itself (that is, the Dongus) wouldn't get the factory crushed by the superweapon. And to help with this, I was able to recall details of the Dongus's past, things which might help the ancient employees to avoid the factory.

[roleplay-today]

Hiiiiiiiii agggghhhhhh ahh agh istg istg istg I’m so bored all the time I NEED to make another RP request mai gaaaaaad anywayyyyyyyys who here is interested in a OCxCC RP?

Fandoms I’m looking forward to do rn are Call of Cthulhu (would appreciate it if you played my main dawg Edward Pierce cuz he’s cool)

Vampyr (would appreciate it if you played my main dongus Jonathan Reid cuz he’s pretty)

Metal Gear Rising (would appreciate it if you played the Brazilian dude cuz we have trains to talk about)

Fallout4 (would appreciate it if you played my main mans Paladin Danse)

Call of Duty (would appreciate it if you played the main daddy Price or Soap and Ghost)

And plllllllls pls pls pls I beg, I beg of YOU my guy DO read this ad or very bad no good things will happen teehee 😈

bit about me: I’m an 18+F, looking for another 18+, I’m fine with all types of pairings as long as it’s OCxCC, I’m double, dead dove, and NSFW friendly, Altho that is not a requirement. I mainly use Discord so friend me there if you’re interested. I also use Google doc to share OC’s baiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :33::::

flamingo#5877

[findroleplay]

Hiiiiiiiii 🧿

agggghhhhhh ahh agh istg istg istg I’m so bored all the time I NEED to make another RP request mai gaaaaaad anywayyyyyyyys who here is interested in a OCxCC RP? Fandoms I’m looking forward to do rn are

Call of Cthulhu (would appreciate it if you played my main dawg Edward Pierce cuz he’s cool)

Vampyr (would appreciate it if you played my main dongus Jonathan Reid cuz he’s pretty)

Metal Gear Rising (would appreciate it if you played the Brazilian dude cuz we have trains to talk about)

Fallout4 (would appreciate it if you played my main mans Paladin Danse)

Call of Duty (would appreciate it if you played the main daddy Price or Soap and Ghost)

And plllllllls pls pls pls I beg, I beg of YOU my guy DO read this ad or very bad no good things will happen teehee 😈

bit about me: I’m an 18+F, looking for another 18+, I’m fine with all types of pairings as long as it’s OCxCC, I’m double, dead dove, and NSFW friendly, Altho that is not a requirement. I mainly use Discord so friend me there if you’re interested. I also use Google doc to share OC’s baiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :33::::

flamingo#5877

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[wosofanstuff]

Fabienne Dongus had a head injury, I think it was already in stoppage time, and was treated on the pitch for was at least a minute or two even though they were this🤏 close to the sideline, then the ref told them after about a minute to continue treatment off the pitch, at least I think so, obvi didn’t hear it. And the medic talk to the ref for a bit and then proceeded to get a yellow.

Anyway hope Dongus is okay and doesn’t have a serious injury cause she had to be subbed off

I’m good, exams every week but I only got three more, I think, to go and it’s one a week so it’s doable. After that I ain’t got any exams for a year🥳

Bummed about the results today, personally I think both games could have ended in a draw, although Leverkusens second half was just not good enough, but they could have gone up 2-1 before the break so. And the Bayern Essen game, well, let’s just say Mala Grohs saved Bayerns ass in the first half, personally I think Essen would have deserved a point. Would also have been good for Wolfsburg👀

Also, Magdas Outfit? Slay

How are you?

🩻

That turned out a little long😅

Totally forgot to answer

That’s random especially since usually for head injuries they are stricter and have more time etc. Hope she is okay

That sounds pretty good, you’re gonna smash your last exams for sure

Yeah didn’t see the game or Magda’s fit so I’m gonna need to check it out

Well I’m super random up it’s 4:48 and I could sleep 1 1/2 hours still before my alarm goes 💀

But otherwise mostly good which is really because I can play football. I’m also thinking about buying new boots, but still not a 100% sure which one I want (only know I want Nikes)

Hope you had a good day

[zyuyea]

His Touch Chapter 10/11

Script only.

M!MC x Ominis Gaunt. NSFW. MLM. MDNI🔞 - Anal sex, massage, can't remember what else.

 10 Dick riding (So creative title...)

“I’ve done some more research, even bought something new” Isaac humors. 

It’s a new day, they’re walking into the room of requirements, Isaac removing his scarf and robe. 

He walks up to Ominis and removes his scarf. 

“If you’re up to more practice, I mean” he whispers. 

“You are not tired of me?” Ominis humors.

“Ominis, If I could, I would spend every moment with you for the rest of my life”, he whispers, stroking his finger against Ominis cheek, over his birthmarks. 

"Well, we have each other until the end of the year”, Ominis mumbles. 

Both their expressions saddens a bit. 

“Then let’s not waste a second of it” Isaac whispers and holds Ominis’ face and kisses him. 

*scene not done* 

“Feeling you on me like this is intoxicating”, Ominis mumbles

11 Massage oil scene. 

Isaac buys a bottle of massage oil at the potion store and wants to give Ominis a massage. 

They're in the room of requirement again, Ominis resting next to Isaac on the bed, they’re both in only their underwear. 

Ominis is sleeping on his back and Isaac on his side facing Ominis. He brushes Ominis’ temple and he wakes up a bit, turning to his side to face Isaac. 

Ominis smiles gently. 

“Are you awake?” Isaac whispers. 

“Mhm” Ominis replies, stretching a bit. 

“Can I try something on you?” Isaac whispers, gently brushing against Ominis’ shoulder with his fingers. Ominis turns his head towards Isaac. 

“Like what?” He asks. 

“J. Pippin’s Potions had a  bottle of massage oil, something new he brought in stock, and I was hoping I could give you a massage” Isaac fiddles with the bedsheet. 

Ominis reacts with a surprised reaction 

"Like…  right now?", Ominis asks. 

Isaac laughs. 

He pulls out the bottle and applies some massage oil into his hand. 

"Yes, right now. I've been thinking about it for a while." Isaacs responds. 

“Could you lay on your stomach?” Isaac asks.

Ominis blushes, but he agrees.. 

“Alright” he answers, turning around to lay on his stomach. 

“Are you comfortable?” Isaacs asks. 

“Yeah”, Ominis answers. 

Isaac gets on top of Ominis and sits just straight below Ominis’ buttchecks. 

“Am I too heavy?” he asks Ominis. 

“Hardly” Ominis chuckles. 

Ominis has his head on the side, you can see his face over his shoulder, with a relaxed expression. 

Isaac starts running his hands up and down Ominis’ back. 

Massaging him on the neck, down his spine, rubbing his hands side to side. Ominis closes his eyes, his face blushes. 

Isaac continues to massage at the lower back, and upwards again. 

Ominis turns slightly around, enough to face Isaac. 

“Isaac…”, Ominis moans. 

He pulls down his own underwear to expose his butt. 

Isaac blushes and gently smiles, continues to massage further down. He rubs Ominis’ butt firmly, massaging deeply into the muscles, after a while Isaac spreads his cheeks apart to look at Ominis’ arsehole. 

He stares for a while and then slides down and starts licking the hole. 

“What is that?” He moans. 

“Mhy dongue” Isaacs answers, not letting his mouth leave the area. 

He continues to fiercely licks and sucks on Ominis arse. 

Ominis slightly arches his pelvis upwards and moans deeply. 

Isaac puts a finger inside slowly and Ominis emits a long moan, grabbing the pillow and bites into it. 

“Am I hurting you?” Isaac whispers. 

“No”, Ominis moans. 

“I want more”, he adds. 

Isaac inserts another finger and continues to thrust inside of him. 

“More… ” Ominis mumbles. 

He pulls out his fingers and rubs oil on his cock, he then rubs his dick up and down Ominis asshole. 

“Don’t tease” he moans, turning his head towards Isaac, who grins. He places his head on the opening, and gently pushes himself inside, balancing with one arm on the bed and holding Ominis’ hip with his other. 

Ominis lets out a long moan, clutching his pillows that have wet bite marks. 

Isaac goes slowly at first, takes in the sight of Ominis’ back, seeing his cock inside of him. 

“Fucking beautiful”, he whispers. 

He grabs Ominis’s hips with both arms and lifts his ass higher and speeds up his thrusting. 

Ominis lifts his stomach up and moves one of his arms to jerk himself off. He’s leaning on his shoulder and head while Isaac continues to thrust inside of him, firmly holding his hips. The sweat is running, moans and groans fill the room. 

Ominis tips more to the side and cums while jerking off, letting out moans among heavy breaths.  

Isaac groans and his face scrunches while he cums inside of Ominis. 

He lets go and his dick slips out of Ominis’ hole. Cum starts dripping slowly out, and Isaac panics a bit and Accio’s for a rag and wipes away the cum trickling out. 

Ominis is lying on his side and breathing heavily, cum stains on the bed sheet next to him. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Isaac asks. 

“I might be sore tomorrow”, he replies with a smile. 

“I can’t believe you licked my arse” he continues, seemingly feeling embarrassed and covers his face with one arm leaning over. 

Isaac starts laughing loudly. He leans on his knees and smiles at Ominis.

My Ko-fi

[hiraeth-hera]

—  ↻  // BASICS !

STAGE NAME :: dongu | 동우

GIVEN NAME :: kim dongu

BIRTHDAY :: november 12, 2003

ZODIAC :: scorpio

BIRTHPLACE :: daegu, south korea

HOMETOWN :: daegu, south korea

ETHNICITY :: korean

NATIONALITY :: korean

LANGUAGES :: native korean

—  ↻  // PHYSICAL !

HEIGHT :: 177 cm || 5'10

BLOOD TYPE :: ab

PIERCINGS :: 0 lobe piercings

TATTOOS :: 0

—  ↻  // CAREER !

PROFESSION :: idol

GROUP ::  hiraeth

LABEL :: beat interactive

TRAINING PERIOD :: 5 years

POSITION :: sub-vocalist ’ lead rapper

—  ↻  // BACKGROUND !

Dongu was never happy bringing up his past. He never wanted to talk about his parents in-front of the camera. Not a lot is known about his past life before becoming an idol. And because of that many people tried to dig up things about him before. But their was nearly nothing, besides the fact that he grew up without much money and that he formerly lived in Daegu. Dongu once mentioned that he actually went to visit his mother many times when they first debut. But that's about all the information that him and the company released about his life.

He trained for nearly five years before debuting. In that time he quit high school and only took three idol related classes: dance, rap, and behaviour management. Dongu was the last member to be released into the group. And apparently he wasn't even supposed to debut, but after a few last minute decisions they decided to add im as the fifth member.

once he debut he was immediately targeted, lazy, rude, untalented. Of course Dongu was quite talented. He just had no way to express it without being called a show off. Compared to the other members he didn't show a lot of expression or interest in award shows and just performances in general. But despite all the hate he still tried. Working hard to try and get better. He isn't very confident in exceeding but he hopes with enough time he will get somewhere.

[robininthelabyrinth]

3. I have no idea if this time line would work, but MYX and XY get attached to each other, so when the time comes that MYX and XY need to leave Koi Tower, JGY helps them get married in secret and run away to Dongu. Anyways, a few years latter, JGY has a kid that needs to go and people in a removed location that owe him favors! Isn’t that a wonderful combination! A Jin(?) Rusong raised by Uncles Mo and Xue, or whatever they go by these days, would be very chaotic. Bonus: they start a relatively safe demonic cultivation sect, maybe with some guidance from the Nie (has NMJ never been killed by the Jin in this Au?), or more specifically, Huaisang. SL and XXC who got a happy ending decide to check out this no blood line sect (it looks slightly dubious, but surely can’t be to bad! Right?) A-Qing at least is enjoying her new friend -🟪🦋

Should Have Been Listening - ao3

“Let go of me.”

“I won’t,” Mo Xuanyu said, clutching Xue Yang’s arm. “I won’t, I won’t! You’re my only friend here!”

Xue Yang looked down at him in what he thought was mostly exasperation, but might have also been a little fondness – after all, if it’d been anyone else who’d grabbed him, he’d have stabbed them.

He still didn’t know why he didn’t stab Mo Xuanyu, too, but in all honesty, he wasn’t that interested in exploring it. He did what he wanted, and right now, he didn’t want to murder Mo Xuanyu.

Irritating as he sometimes was.

“Little brat,” he said. “I have important business to go do.”

“It’s not something that he ordered, though!”

“So what?” Xue Yang bristled. “I don’t just do what hetells me!”

“But that means he won’t cover for you, and that means you’ll get in trouble!” Mo Xuanyu argued. “How can I let you go all alone to get in trouble? You have to take me with you! What will you do without me? Who’ll keep you entertained and sneak sweets for you if not for me?”

Xue Yang’s lips twitched. Okay, maybe there was a reason he kept the brat around.

“You don’t understand,” he said. “This is something I’ve got to do – something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I’m going to kill a lot of people and get into a lot of trouble, more trouble than ever before. I’ll probably lose my life. How can I possibly take you with me?”

Mo Xuanyu scowled up at him. It was a very weak scowl – barely more than a pout. “You think that’s going to make me not want to come with you?”

Xue Yang’s eyebrows went up. “You cry at the sight of blood!”

“I cry at a lot of things!”

Xue Yang wasn’t sure how to respond to that. It was true, Mo Xuanyu cried at a lot of things.

“Maybe if I come with you, it won’t be so bad!”

Yeeeeah, Xue Yang wasn’t going to count on that.

“Or maybe you don’t have to go…?”

“I have to go,” he explained. “If I don’t go, I can’t get revenge, and I have to have revenge.”

Mo Xuanyu blinked up at him.

“I don’t really understand, but okay,” he said, and tugged on his arm. “Let’s go together, then. I promise I won’t cry!”

-

He cried.

He cried a lot.

-

“Stop fucking crying.”

-

“Just – ugh. Listen. You’re ruining the mood.”

-

“If you can’t stop crying, go away. Now. Or I’ll stab you!”

-

“Okay, see, look, I just killed the leaders, see? Just the old men. Everyone else is just locked in their rooms. Once the sect leader comes back, I’ll kill him too, and that’ll be all. Okay? Everyone else lives. I promise. Now stop crying, okay?”

-

“I don’t want to know,” Jin Guangyao said when they got back. “I don’t want to know at all.”

“Good,” Xue Yang grumbled. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Enough people heard about the reason for what you did that opinions are mixed as to whether your actions were the Chang clan’s just rewards for their former misdeeds or if they were actually wrong,” Jin Guangyao said. He looked irritated. “But you still killed high-ranking members of a sect, and you left enough alive that they’re demanding your head on a platter. You’re going to need to run away.”

Mo Xuanyu hesitantly gestured as if he wished to speak.

“Yes, you can go with him. Now that my father is dead, no one cares where you are.”

Mo Xuanyu beamed.

“You’re just going to let us go?” Xue Yang asked suspiciously. “That seems unlike you. What’s in it for you?”

“Oh, I’m not just going to let you go. I’m going to give you money, too,” Jin Guangyao said. “And all you need to do for me is one little tiny favor –”

Pity that that was when Xue Yang stopped listening, too busy staring at Mo Xuanyu’s delighted face and counting all the way he was in for it now.

-

“I’ve always wanted to take care of a baby,” Mo Xuanyu said happily.

“Good for you,” Xue Yang said darkly as he stalked through the streets.

He would rather that Jin Guangyao had needed a body buried and a death covered up or something – and judging by the baby’s perturbed expression, it probably agreed with him. Fuck, maybe Jin Guangyao had meant for them to murder the baby once they got it far enough out of the way. It was just as plausible as Mo Xuanyu's assumption that they were supposed to take care of it.

Damnit, maybe he should have been listening.

“Listen, neither of us are equipped to handle a baby. Go find a woman to help us – someone poor and helpless who doesn’t have any other choice.”

“Okay!”

-

Xue Yang shut his eyes. “What exactly,” he said slowly, “did you think I asked you to get us a woman for, exactly?”

“To…watch the baby?” Mo Xuanyu guessed. “When we’re busy or sleeping? Anyway, what’s wrong with A-Qing, anyway? She’s nice!”

“I’m not nice,” A-Qing said. The damn brat was smirking – and for once it wasn’t his damn brat, but some blind brat with a cocky expression. “I stole your wallet and you burst into tears and it was really embarrassing.”

“He does that,” Xue Yang said wearily. At least he’d noticed the theft this time – all of his lessons in ‘how not to be a sucker and get constantly taken advantage of’ were maybe having something of an impact. Maybe. “For some reason I’m apparently into it.”

He couldn’t explain it any other way.

“…loser.”

“I will stab you,” Xue Yang threatened. “I don’t care if you’re blind.”

“Won’t someone tell me why A-Qing isn’t a perfectly good babysitter?” Mo Xuanyu demanded. He was holding the baby in his arms again – the baby liked him more than it did Xue Yang, which meant that between Mo Xuanyu and the baby, the baby had better self-preservation instincts – and he was trying his best stern scowl which was of course barely more than a pout and a so-called ‘fierce’ expression that made Xue Yang want to laugh.

Not even Mo Xuanyu’s horrific make-up skills could make thatface intimidating. Or maybe it was just that the person behind the face was just so completely unthreatening that there was no help for it?

“Well? Tell me!”

Xue Yan opened his mouth, then shrugged and shut it again.

A-Qing patted Mo Xuanyu on the shoulder. “I’m too young. No milk.”

“…milk?”

“You know. The thing babies eat?”

“…milk,” Mo Xuanyu repeated, only now he looked absolutely heartbroken at having failed the mission that Xue Yang had assigned him almost entirely just to get him out of the way while Xue Yang collected some spare cash and threatened their way onto a ride out of this piece of shit town.

“It’s fine,” Xue Yang said hastily. “We’ll just get a goat or something, I don’t know.”

“Okay, I actually only came here to laugh at you,” A-Qing said. “But now I’m legitimately worried about this baby. Don’t you two know anything? How’d you even get a baby, anyway?”

-

“Stop laughing. It’s not that funny.”

-

“Seriously. Stop laughing, or I stab you.”

“Don’t worry, A-Qing,” Mo Xuanyu said. “He doesn’t mean it! Threats are just how he expresses affection!”

“It most certainly is not.”

“That is absolutely amazing,” A-Qing said, wiping her eyes. “Best thing I’ve ever heard., if by best I mean worse-but-hilarious. I mean. If that’s what he considers affection, what must his flirting be like?”

“No one is flirting with anyone!”

-

“Are you going to leave at some point?”

“Obviously not,” A-Qing said. She’d caught the same ride as them, using Xue Yang’s cash no less – Mo Xuanyu had insisted that it was the least they could do after the whole milk misunderstanding, which was stupid, she ought to be paying them for wasting their time. Xue Yang couldn’t wait to get rid of her, although he had to admit that she’d been pretty useful in terms of putting on the ‘poor sad blind girl and her two brothers all alone in the world’ act to get them a room at the inn at prices even Xue Yang felt comfortable paying. “Are you joking? This is so much funnier than walking by myself. Anyway, I enjoy watching people crash and burn.”

“Aren’t you too young to be such a bitch?” Xue Yang hissed. “And, I don’t know, blind?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t care what you –”

The sound of crying came from the other room.

It was quickly followed by a second set of crying.

Xue Yang felt the onset of a headache.

“…truce?” A-Qing suggested sweetly, as if she knew exactly how much it pissed him off and thought it was the funniest thing ever, which was…probably accurate, actually. “I’ll get the baby to stop crying if you do the same with Mo Xuanyu.”

Yeah, that was definitely a headache. The sort of headache called why do I like that brat.

Mo Xuanyu owed him so much candy for putting up with this shit.

“Fine,” Xue Yang said begrudgingly. “Truce. Temporarily. And then you leave!”

-

“So we live here now, huh?” A-Qing said, looking around the house they’d claimed. “That’s neat.”

“Why do you live with us again?” Xue Yang asked her, though by now he barely even meant it. A-Qing was clearly another one in the same mold as Mo Xuanyu: you just couldn’t say no to her…or, rather, you could, at length and top volume and with threats, only it just didn’t stick. “I definitely did not recall asking you to stay.”

Though it was nice to have someone else around that wasn’t going to get immediately ripped off by literally anyone who came their way. Mo Xuanyu’d started getting conned by the literal infant that they were taking care of – he was completely hopeless.

Also, questionably blind or not, at least A-Qing had no hesitation about beating people with her stick if they struck her the wrong way, which was a life approach Xue Yang agreed with wholeheartedly.

“She’s going to learn to cultivate!” Mo Xuanyu chirped from where he was applying his make-up. “Demonic cultivation, too! We had a whole discussion about it while you were out getting groceries!”

That made a certain amount of sense, Xue Yang supposed. You didn’t need talent to be a demonic cultivator – technically speaking, given his bloodline, Mo Xuanyu was more naturally gifted in cultivation than Xue Yang, which was just wrong on all sorts of levels – and it was certainly more effective a defense mechanism than A-Qing’s stick. If there were two of them, they could protect Mo Xuanyu and the baby more effectively, taking shifts when needed, and Mo Xuanyu, who was also going to learn demonic cultivation no matter how many times Xue Yang had to hammer it into his head, could be the last line of defense, largely since no one would ever expect him to be able to do…anything…and they’d be right, too.

So it wasn’t the craziest idea in the world, only…

“…who is she going to be learning from, exactly!?”

-

“Have you ever considered charging for your skill in teaching cultivation lessons instead of your skill in stabbing people?” A-Qing asked one day. They were lying on the ground and having the corpses they’d raised fan them to try to reduce the temperature – it was that sort of day. Also, Mo Xuanyu, who might’ve objected, wasn’t around. “You’re not actually that bad at this. Might be more profitable, and less work. Just a thought.”

“Shut up. I’m great at stabbing people.”

“Yeah, but then after a while we have to move because people get annoyed at that, and it’s getting a little annoying to have to pack up all the time.”

“We’d have to move anyway. We’re wanted criminals, remember?”

“We could be wanted criminals with a house. Besides, wouldn’t you like to be called Teacher Xue?”

“What? No. Gross.”

-

“So you see, it turns out that they were teaching demonic cultivation in a safe and organized fashion,” Xiao Xingchen explained enthusiastically. “They’d even gathered up their own little sect! And of course everyone heard what the Chang clan did, so there’s no need to worry about them going around and murdering people at random – it was a targeted revenge scheme.”

“We’re working on teaching them regular cultivation,” Song Lan agreed, nodding. “To help mitigate the negative effects of demonic cultivation…well, we started out by just teaching them.”

“It turned out that they’d been secretly teaching all of the local delinquents, too, or at least Mo-gongzi had been teaching a few and Mistress Qing was teaching a few others, and even Sect Leader Xue had a few disciples,” Xiao Xingchen said, politely omitting or possibly having not noticed the fact that Mo Xuanyu had been teaching his ‘friends’ (read: scammers trying to take advantage of him), while A-Qing and Xue Yang had each been trying to form competing gangs and/or obtain lackeys. Xue Yang didn’t mind the oversight, largely on account of the fact that A-Qing had been winning, damn her – he’d kept getting distracted by inventing new things. “And a few of them had real talent – and you know that Zichen and I have always wanted to start a sect of our own, with no bloodline ties –”

“We’re joining their sect,” Song Lan said. “We’ll be leading the orthodox side, while they lead the demonic cultivation aspect – safely, of course.”

“I guess it’s better than them being crazy,” Jiang Cheng said. He sounded dubious. “I don’t like it, but at least all the demonic cultivators can be in one spot, you know?”

He made it sound like they’d be dropping off new ones there in the future.

Like they’d opened up some sort of pet rescue and were taking in unwanted puppies or something.

“Agreed,” Nie Mingjue said. “To the extent that they aren’t causing active harm, containment seems an appropriate remedy here. Who seconds the motion?”

“I do,” Lan Xichen said, and smiled at the newly agreed-upon sect. “Welcome back to the cultivation world, Sect Leader Xue.”

-

“I don’t want to know,” Jin Guangyao said, glaring.

“Don’t worry,” Xue Yang told him. “This comes as much of a shock to me as to you.”

The glare intensified, but that was fine. Jin Guangyao’s facial expressions, however minor and generally overlooked, had been the only thing getting him through that awful, awful meeting just now where people kept trying to salute him and make him salute back and if he didn’t then he was letting down Mo Xuanyu (who would send him a sad look) and A-Qing (who would hear about it from Mo Xuanyu later and then find a way to step on his foot right when he was concentrating on something).

Not to mention their two new resident lovebirds, who looked so righteous and proper from the outside but who also may or may not have accidentally full-on actually resurrected some dead asshole cultivator more or less the first time they’d joined Xue Yang in his demonic cultivation laboratory – which would have been fine, you know, that happened in demonic cultivation though not normally to quite such a wow-is-he-actually-alive extent, except that the guy’s intermittent moments of clarity suggested that his two new sect members might have just brought back the Yiling Patriarch himself, which was going to make all of them wanted criminal again the second anyone found out about it.

Ugh.

Being called sect leader was completely not worth this shit.

Xue Yang comforted himself with the reminder that later today he was planning on publicly introducing Jin Guangyao to the Xue sect’s head junior disciple “Xue Song” and announcing loudly that the brat needed some lessons in manners, that he’d heard that that was Lianfeng-zun’s specialty, and nominating him to take care of the kid while they were visiting.

See how the fucker liked that.

“I always knew Xue-gege could do great things!” Mo Xuanyu said, clapping his hands as A-Qing rolled her (by now, Xue Yang was almost definitely sure not actually blind) eyes behind his back. “As long as I went with him!”

[the-iron-orchid]

nsfw 7, 9 and 14 for Julian and Jinana if you'd like~

[ Shipping HCs ]

Well, this is immediately going under a cut for being v nsft lmaoooooo

🔞🍋 you know the drill

7. Genital headcanons?

Welp, given that I show Julian's erect dongus more or less constantly around here, I think we all know that I hc that he's got classic Long Man Syndrome: no ass, it's all up front. By my calculations, that thing is at least 8 inches long, and probably a bit more. 😅

LBR, there is just no way that he's ever gonna fit that whole thing into the Vajinana (s/he'll happily give out the backdoor action, but is really not into receiving it). A good 3 inches or so just never makes it to the party... but there's generally so much else going on at the time that he really doesn't mind lmao

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

For Julian: lbr, just about anything lmao, the man is H O R N Y. But of course, grabbing his hair, biting him, and/or issuing a sexy command will get him rock-hard practically instantly. 😂 His turn-offs are few, mostly people who really are too sick to be boning down (LUCIO) and anyone bringing up his sister in a sexy context.

For Jinana: Quick turn-ons include aggressive sub/bottom signalling, restraining people it's really not hard to see how Julian bagged this person lmao. Immediate turn-offs are uncleanliness and mommy kink (s/he legit finds it dysphoria-inducing).

14. Lights on or off? Do they look at each other? Or is someone embarrassed?

Lights on and heavy eye contact all the way. Julian is very visually-oriented, and Jinana a) completely lacks body shame, and b) likes to be able to see what s/he's doing... or what s/he's making someone else do for hir.

[f3verdr3eam]

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Somin realizes that he wants him and only him. 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: Choi Somin || Somin ; Kang Yoonjoon || Joon ; Oh Kenji/Oh Kangmin || Kangmin 𝙊𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣(𝙨): Kim Dongu || Dongu (@hiraeth-hera) 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): it's just two guys making out; and grammar and bad writing too lmao i can't write

Somin looked around at the fans crowded in front of him. F3VER was out at a fan meeting again, and as much as Somin loved meeting his fans and talking to them, he much rather be with his friends right now. Especially Kim Dongu.

Ever since Dongu and him have become close friends again, Somin can't seem to stop thinking about him. He always missed hanging out with Dongu when he was away with his members or out on tour. He tired to call him as much as possible, but it wasn't the same. He wanted to see his friend in person. It was much better to see his pretty face in person anyways.

"Somin..?" Kangmin asked beside him. Somin turned to the younger boy. "Are you okay? You seem dazed today."

Somin smiled, "Awh, are you worried about me, Kangie?" He giggles. Kangmin smiled slightly.

"Well, I was...but now that you're joking around, I can tell you're fine," He said. Somin nodded slightly.

"Yeah, I just wanna go home," Somin bluntly replied. Kangmin laughed slightly.

"I think we all do...but I'm glad we get to see the fans again," The younger one said. Somin shrugged and looked over at Joon when he heard his name being called.

"Are you guys done flirting with each other now?" Joon teased once he gained the younger members' attention. Kangmin laughed and Somin shook his head.

"Shut up," Somin laughed slightly.

"Make me," Joon started. "How dare you talk to me like that-"

Somin giggled and walked over to Joon before he could finish his sentence, leaning over to his face as if he was about to kiss him. Joon quickly pulled away as the crowd of fans screamed. Somin laughed lightly at his reaction, but something felt different.

"Yah, don't do that here Somin!" Moon said, tugging Somin's arm away from Joon. He smiled slightly, but he felt bothered.

He always jokingly flirted with his members, especially with Joon (who often flirted with him back as well), but today, it just didn't seem right. Somin went back to his spot by Kangmin, but the burden of being bothered never left his shoulders. He didn't even know the reason of why he felt this way, which even bothered him more.

Why does it feel weird when I do it with my members now...? This feels...different...

After the fan meeting, Somin immediately texted Dongu, wanting to meet up as fast as possible. He couldn't wait to see him anymore. He got a reply not long after he sent his message, which made his smile grow. The two of them would meet up at their favorite café spot to hang out once Dongu was done with his schedule. Excited, Somin quickly got ready, even if Dongu had said he wouldn't be finished with his schedules for another half hour. Joon looked down at him from the top bunk of the bunk bed they shared.

"You seem ecstatic," The older boy said. "What's the special occasion you seem so happy for?"

Somin looked up at him and replied, "None of your business." He hummed happily and looked at his phone at the time. "I should just go now and wait for him there.." He mumbled to himself and skipped out of his room. He couldn't wait any longer to see Dongu.

About an hour later, Dongu finally arrived, going to sit at the table in front of Somin. Somin smiled happily, his eyes sparkling as he stared at the younger boy in front of him. At this point, Somin was just shamelessly admiring Dongu. After all, Somin found him adorable that he just couldn't help himself. However, Dongu seemed to notice Somin staring at him.

"What are you looking at..?"

"My future boyfriend~" Somin replied jokingly. Dongu gave him and shook his head slightly, as he was already used to Somin's flirt attempts. Somin smiled at him, but his cheeks were a slight tint of red at calling him his "future boyfriend".

"You know Dongu-ssi..." He started. "You're really cute...I really want to kiss youu~"

Only this time...I might really want to...

Dongu laughed lightly, causing Somin to smile slightly. Of course, Dongu had thought that Somin was joking again. He always said the same things to Dongu every time the hung out. But Somin felt the urge to actually show him that he meant it.

As the younger boy started to speak, Somin took the opportunity to reach out and cup Dongu's cheeks, leaning into him until their lips touched.

'I want him....' Somin thought. 'And only him...'

[spectraltenkai]

Day 19, phew! Plant property Dongu is here to stop by

Little factoid of the day: Dongu is a BIG worrywart, probably the mom friend of the group, but is well loved by everyone! Give this little one some relief and a happy time, and you got a friend for a long time!

[dredshirtroberts]

Today's been...tough.

it's only noonthirty and i'm just like "okay we're done now. we've been done for four hours and only been home for two, we're done."

days like today make me wish i were able to just like... shrink down in size to be lap or pocket sized (like a cat or a particularly cuddly pet rodent of some description) and just curl up with someone i could trust and not...do anything. just sit with them while they do whatever they want to, and just exist but not have to be like...responsible or...or have to take care of myself for the day.

I need to check out that list of primary care doctors my coordinator sent me and choose one and make an appointment. I need to have a checkup and I need to establish care with someone so I can get my whole...everything looked at.

I can't keep on like this. it's exhausting. it's too much.

i work 4 hours a day 5 days a week and I can barely do that. it's not enough to keep up with bills, not long term - i'm okay right now and for a bit (my family apparently has no idea what "hard times" actually means and I'm really irritated by the fact that they're willing to just let me struggle because I gotta earn the right to exist or something. not my fault i got born but fine whatever - this only makes sense if you know things, sorry. i'm keeping it vague on purpose because reasons) but there's no way to sustain this. i'm not qualified for the types of jobs i should be doing and i'm not capable of doing the jobs i'm qualified for because my body doesn't fucking work.

Had a total breakdown because I couldn't lift the oil for the fryer. i've been a huge bitch all fucking morning and i feel bad about it because like... sure Dingus (one of three of the gus'es at work: Dingus, Dangus, and Dongus) deserves a little ribbing but he doesn't really deserve my Extra Ire just because he's inconsiderate. He's like 20. And it's management's job to put him back in line when he fucks up, not mine.

I cried at work again. I hate crying at work. I don't like crying in front of people as it is, and in a place where i'm supposed to be professional i just...

i go to sleep tired, i wake up tired, i go to work tired, i drink my energy drink tired, i come home tired, i sit around the rest of the day tired. and that's just if i'm not also in really fucking awful amounts of steady, all-encompassing pain. It's been a long time since I pinged anywhere lower on the pain scale than a 4 - which is my baseline and i can ignore it most days. well "ignore." i can push through it. bad days spike up to an 8. I've had a lot of bad days.

It's exhausting. It's overwhelming. I just want something to blame it on so I can start maybe at least...taking the edge off. OTC meds aren't cutting it. Weed helps but like. I can't afford that shit lol. I'm just...

I'm so tired. and I hate that being so tired, feeling so badly, all of the time is my life. And that it makes me an absolute *nightmare* to work with. Because i know it does. It has to. I'm awful when I'm not feeling okay. and i hate it.

I hate everything about it. Is there like...chronic pain body dysphoria? cause i don't have trans body dysphoria but goddamn do I hate my body.

i just want answers. I don't want to have to fight a doctor to get them. I just want to know what's going on and try to make everything less more often.

I just want to curl up into a ball and cuddle with someone and not have to deal with *anything.*

[unhallowedarts]

Hey so you know what random tumblr thing is a huge pet peeve of mine? It’s when people try to make aesthetic literary posts using a quote that’s like, three words long and basically MEANINGLESS without the words that should go around it. This morning I saw an exceptionally egregious one so I need to take a second to heal the wound caused by that. The quote in question read “a soft October night”

And like, yeah, those are four words that look pretty together, okay, fine, but they’re also so fucking GENERIC whereas if you were to look at the entire quote it’s the most extremely adorable extended metaphor I’ve ever laid eyes on:

[Text in Image Reads:  The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its dongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,  Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,  And seeing that it was a soft Octoer night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. ]

THE FOG IS A KITTY. THE FOG IS A BIG CURIOUS  KITTY CURLING UP ALL COZY AROUND AN ENTIRE HOUSE TO TAKE A NAP IN THE SOFT OCTOBER NIGHT. IT’S SO GOOD AND SO MUCH IS LOST BY CUTTING IT DOWN TO “A SOFT OCTOBER NIGHT.”

Anyway I’m not saying all quotes should be long enough to include the full context -- in that case you’d have to include the whole poem which is several pages long and would ruin the aesthetic. I’m just saying that just because it’s cut down to just a few words doesn’t automatically make it more powerful. Also maybe poetry would be more popular if there were more kitties in it. 

Oh also it’s by TS Eliot from “The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” Wouldn’t want to get on my high horse and then not SOURCE the quote lmao.

[draconesmundi]

So the african cryptids were removed, but do you have the art/entries for them saved somewhere? It’d be interesting to see, and might work as a sort of “sneak peak” without revealing any actual book content

Art and bio entry were done on paper, but I do have the mythology entry recycled into the makara/grootslang chapter (as this animal has a range covering South Asia, West Asia and Africa) and it looks a little like this:

Cryptozoology in the Congo Basin:

The Congo Basin in Central Africa contains one of the largest areas of undisturbed rainforest in the world. It is home to both pygmy civilisations and tribes from the Bantu language groups. Europeans will often use the Congo rainforest as an imagined home for all sorts of monsters; the pseudoscience of cryptozoology (the study of ‘hidden animals’) places many terrifying reptiles in this area.

Many of these imagined creatures, or ‘cryptids’ have features of both elephants and reptiles, and therefore may be inspired by the makara, who has been known to live in that part of Africa.

The most famous of these cryptids is mokele-mbembe – a cryptid loosely based on local words of the Bangala people. The cryptid was first reported by Carl Hagenbeck in 1909 as a mysterious ‘half elephant half dragon’. In 1913  Ludwig Freiherr von Stein was the first to report the name Mokele Mbembe, and added that it was brownish grey in colour, the size of an elephant, a long neck, a single long tooth or horn. The animal was known to attack boats but leave its victims dead and uneaten. Since 1913 there have been 12 more expeditions into the Likouala swamp region specifically in search of the Mokele-Mbembe, with results ranging from rare sightings to just broken twigs.

German adventurer Lt Paul Gratz in 1911 reported a crocodile-like creature with scale-less skin and clawed toes in Lake Bangweulu, and named it Nsanga.

Alfred Aloysious Smith’s 1927 memoir about exploring the Congo mentions the discovery of a giant pan-sized footprint with three claws – he named the owner of this footprint Amali. He also mentions the Jago-Nini or ‘giant diver’, who was known to emerge from the water to eat people.

While many of these monsters can silently sneak up on people, the Mbielu-Mbielu-Mbielu is known for its loud ‘mbielu’ call, and is named for it. Mbielu-Mbielu-Mbielu is a large reptile with ‘planks’ or wedge-shaped plates coming out of its back in the Likouala region of the Republic of Congo, reported by the people living in the villages of Bounila and Ebolo.

Another creature, the Nguma-monene was sighted near the Dongu-Mataba river, with a low slung belly, and triangular dorsal plates similar in appearance but smaller than those found on the Mbielu-Mbielu-Mbielu; another large and dangerous reptilian animal first sighted by a European but barely mentioned in local mythology, reported by Joseph Ellis in 1961 and in 1971.

The Emela-ntouka (or ‘killer of elephants’, also called Aseka-moke or Ngamba-namae) is a large brown animal possessing a single horn or tusk, lacking dorsal plates or ridges (a common feature in many Congo lake monsters) and has the overall appearance of a reptilian rhinoceros with elephant ears. One of the earliest descriptions of this animal was in 1954 by Lucien Blancou – a game inspector for Likouala game reserve. Two expeditions were made in 1980 and 1981 by Dr Roy P Mackal.

The Badigui or Ngakoula-ngou is described as giant snakelike animal, while the Chipekwe is a giant lizard that preys on hippos, elephants and rhinos. The Irizima, said to live in Lake Edward, is black, larger than a hippopotamus, horned, and breathes so heavily it can cause large waves in the water.

All these creatures are reptilian, some are serpentine, and many have the ears of an elephant, suggesting there is some connection with them and the makara. The only other large reptiles in the Congo Basin are the Nile crocodile (Crocodylus niloticus), the West African slender snouted crocodile (Mecistops cataphractus), the African rock python (Python sebae), none of which are so monstrously huge that they could tackle rhinos and elephants.

Some notes

As this was lifted from a list of notes I have on world mythology, the prose in itself is almost list-like. I know a few people who are better at sentence structure than I am, and will get notes from them in the next edit.

Also the ‘makara’ is a creature from Indian mythology. I have a dragon with elephantine features (which are always changing, so I’m not posting the biology bio yet until I have this down to a point!) and I am using the ‘elephant dragon’ chapter to talk about the Makara in Indian mythology, the Grootslang in South African and sometimes Benin mythology, a brief overview of cryptids in the Congo and some links to ‘Mesopotamian Chaos Serpents’ - these are huge aquatic serpents with vast ranges, and therefore dwell in a variety of locations. In my 2020 rewrite I might make the Indian, West Asian and African ‘elephant faced dragons’ into different species or subspecies, or I will keep them all as one very diverse species. Who knows?

Sharing My Work

Obviously I need to share more stuff, but for things with complete bios AND complete images, I need to go back to 2017, or I would need to show current works in progress - the former option shows outdated words and art, the latter option shows things which are in constant change.

When I complete a full 2020 rewrite of a chapter, should I put the 2018 version of the chapter somewhere on my blog for easy access? I was planning to have a gallery of 2017 artworks and maybe the 2018 artworks as well if I replace them all with new art, but would art+writing be appreciated?

[muixlac]

sleepy. (leedo/xion)

Prompt from here.

One shot. Domestic fluff. Established relationship.

After a 9-hour drive, Dongju found an exhausted Geonhak falling asleep on the living room's couch. There was no way Dongju would leave him sleeping in such an uncomfortable position, but... Geonhak was really tall AND heavy, and, well, Dongju has little to no actual muscles.

If you liked the fic, consider giving the Ao3 post some kudos!

As though sensing that Geonhak’s car had died down, Dongju’s eyes fluttered open. Immediately his hand travelled up to his glabella, applying mild pressure on it with eyebrows furrowed in pain. It felt like a hammer was constantly banging against his brain. His stiff legs weren’t necessarily helping either.

“What time is it…?” Dongju asked as he began to process his surroundings. The dimly lit street before him along with the familiar suburban houses just across his view sparked a sense of familiarity. Oh, we’ve arrived.

“One.”

Dongju frowned, his face conspicuous of displeasure as he faced his boyfriend in the driver seat. “You drove for 5 hours straight?”

Geonhak didn’t reply. He merely sighed, unbuckled his seat belt and pulled the key out of the lock cylinder. He then let his whole body loose against the backrest of the seat and slumped his shoulders. His pallor appeared so weak and sickly—something that Dongju could not stand looking at. The dark circles that were beginning to form underneath his eyes also weren’t something that Dongju could miss and set aside.

“Geonhak…”

“I’m sorry,” Geonhak said.

For some reason, his apology elicited a sense of guilt within the younger man. However, this did not stop Dongju to continue chiding his boyfriend, as he began to go on a tangent, “We told each other that we’d take turns driving for every two hours. It was a 9-hour drive, Geonhak! And we both know that the both of us are tired from all our activities for these past 5 days! You should’ve rested instead of driving all the way here. I could’ve driven while you were resting…”

“I know, I know.” Geonhak massaged his temples, as if throbbing in pain from hearing Dongju’s naggings. “I just… didn’t want to wake you up.”

Dongju, who had previously intended to resume his naggings, went silent. The older man took this as his cue to continue. “You just seemed so tired, I didn’t dare to wake you up and force you to drive. Well, maybe not force you, that’s not the right word—but you get what I mean.”

The suffocating guilt from before grew even more intense within the younger man the moment his boyfriend finished his spiel. He dropped his head, the frown still etched upon his lips. “Sorry…” he mumbled. “I should’ve known.”

Geonhak ruffled his boyfriend’s brown locks. “It’s fine. Besides, it was my fault. Thought I could be the ideal selfless boyfriend, y’know?” he said softly with his distinctive low voice. Sometimes Dongju wondered how Geonhak could emit such a low, guttural voice, yet is still able to sound soft at the same time. He could never find out the answer. 

“Okay, okay, I get it. But you’re still in the wrong, okay! Our original agreement of taking turns driving is still valid,” Dongju pouted and crossed his arms, feigning annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you happy,” Geonhak rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth were lifted upwards. “Anyways, let’s just get off and take all these baggage inside, yeah? I’m so tired that I’m already longing for our bed…”

Dongju shrugged. “Okay, yeah, fair. Let’s get this over with."

With that, the two of them stepped out of Geonhak’s navy hatchback and with all what was left of their energy, began unloading their baggage from the rear seat. It was just a couple of backpacks at the beginning of their trip, but after five days, it'd seemed like those backpacks had multiplied and perhaps made four children of their own. Well, Dongju supposed vacation does that to you. 

Grunts and groans escaped both men's mouth as their already rigid limbs struggled to bring the bags and goods up to the door. The moment they were there, their grips slacked and their baggage plopped to the floor. Dongju’s whole arms ached almost immediately, from the muscles of his shoulders down to the joints of his knuckles, to which he’d stretched in order to ease them. Geonhak, too, was doing the same thing.

“The house key’s on you, right?” 

Dongju perked up at the older’s question. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

It didn’t take long for him to fish out the key to their house from the smallest pocket in his duffel bag, and, before they knew it, they already found themselves dragging their bags against the creaking hard-wood floor towards the living room. 

Their living room was clean and meticulous just a few seconds ago, but now it was similar to that of a shipwreck, with all of their belongings strewn all over the floor in such a disorderly manner. The two couldn’t care less about the mess they’d made, as long as they get their well-deserved sleep after hours and hours of being in a small, enclosed space like Geonhak’s car, they wouldn’t mind cleaning such a mess the next morning. The trip was fun—more than fun, even. It was exhilarating, especially with how Dongju’s previous week was one of the most draining work weeks he’d ever gone through. He still could remember how his back felt as though it could snap at any given moment from slouching too much in front of his desk. The fact that Geonhak was there with him, too, was something Dongju treasured. Nonetheless, everyone knows that post-vacation blues is a real thing, and the 9-hour drive did not help either.

Dongju just got back from locking the door again—considering it was already 1:15 AM—when his attention was caught by the figure of Geonhak lying down on his stomach on their worn out couch. A small smile grew across his lips. His boyfriend must’ve been exhausted after driving for hours. Not to mention it was for him. It was for him that Geonhak decided to push himself to the limits, even though he didn’t really have to. He had always been like this, the selfless Geonhak. He thought he could please other people by sacrificing his own wants and needs. But in reality, that’s not always the case.

Still, though, Dongju could never ask for a better partner. It was that soft part of him that caused Dongju to initially fall in love with him.

“Hak?” The younger man called out as he tiptoed closer to the other. No response.

Dongju raised his eyebrows. There was no way he could fall asleep so quickly like that, he thought. He could swear his boyfriend was still awake just less than five minutes ago, when they were unloading their luggages all over the floor. Dongju dragged himself to the side of the couch, closer to Geonhak, craning his neck just a little bit so that he could see his boyfriend’s face.

“Love?” Dongju called out again, but this time, there was a response—a snore.

“Oh.” A small laugh escaped Dongju’s mouth. His hand reached out to Geonhak’s head, running his fingers through his boyfriend’s silver locks. This was something Dongju would not dare do if Geonhak was conscious, as his embarrassment would definitely get the better of him. Displaying pure affection has never been his forte, with the exception of when the affection is mixed with a little bit of mischief. But this—he would never do it when Geonhak’s awake.

“Hey, Haaak. Don’t sleep here. Move to the bed.”

That drew no response from the older man, but Dongju wasn’t upset or anything. On the contrary, he was amused. Not giving up, Dongju sat down beside the couch, his head now on the same level as the sleeping man, and began to gently shake him awake. As he did so, he whispered, “Haaak, wake up. It’s comfier on the bed, y’know? You know the couch’s too hard.”

Geonhak, on the other hand, merely let out a soft “hhhmhhmm…” as a response.

“Oh, come on now…” Dongju sighed. He couldn’t let his boyfriend sleep in such an uncomfortable position and wake up, possibly, with sore muscles all over his body. One way or another, he had to move Geonhak to their bedroom, but how exactly he should do that was still a debate that his mind was currently disputing about. Sure, he could let Geonhak be here all night and wait for him to move all by himself, but like he previously thought, he couldn’t let that happen. He knew firsthand just how horrible it is to wake up with throbbing muscles and thews after hours of sleeping in an uncomfortable position. He also could continue trying to wake him up until he’s fully awake, but he didn’t dare to. Geonhak is one of those people who has a hard time falling asleep, therefore if Dongju wakes him up, it’d take a while for the older man to fall asleep again.

With those two possibilities set aside, Dongju was certain this next idea had to be the last resort. If he were to be honest, though, he did not know how his logic came up with it. Perhaps it was the drowsiness kicking in. Yeah, that was probably it—Dongu also just took a notice of this, but his eyelids had become progressively heavy since they first entered the house. Yeah—that must be it, because there was no way his right mind would come up with the idea to carry his boyfriend, who is considerably much bigger and heavier than himself, to the bedroom.

Standing up, Dongju brought himself to the side of the couch. He coiled his arms around the other’s shoulders and, after mustering what he thought to be enough strength, attempted to lift the older man up.

“Come on…!” Dongju groaned, heaving his boyfriend up closer to his chest. 

This did not last long, however, as the both of them slid effortlessly down to the couch, weighed down by Geonhak’s body mass. Head now propped against Geonhak’s back and feet hanging at the edge of the couch along with Geonhak’s, Dongju exhaled slowly. His eyelids were starting to become steadily heavier compared to before, and his consciousness was ebbing away. It was as if his brain knew he was lying down, promptly ordering him to sleep, thinking that he was already in bed.

Dongju closed his eyes then. He thought that he might as well just sleep on top of Geonhak, if the latter wasn’t going to cooperate and move to the bed. Might as well wake up with a sore body, so that Geonhak would have a friend that suffers the same problem. The most important thing, though, was that he might as well just sleep then and there, as he had no more energy or motivation to bring himself up once again.

And so, without having any further thoughts, and with his body on top lying weakly on top of Geonhak, Dongju’s consciousness wafted away.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Never in his whole life had Geonhak woken up to an immense weight pressing him down against his back. As he tried to fully gather his consciousness back, he craned his neck to see what in the world was squashing him down against the couch. When he found out what it was, though, he was caught immediately off guard.

“Dongju—?”

Sure enough, the source of the weight was a sleeping Dongju. His head rested against Geonhak’s shoulder and his arms were hanging limply on both sides of their body. With his eyes shut and chest heaving, Geonhak could notice his boyfriend’s beautiful long lashes even in such an awkward position. His lips, too—which were slightly chapped from probably the dry air of their car from earlier—were slightly apart, giving access for him to breathe more easily. Geonhak smiled—what an angel, he thought.

The clock on the wall just a few feet in front of him conveyed that it was currently around half past four, most likely in the morning. At the back of his mind, images of him and Dongju in the car appeared, followed suit by them carrying their bags and goods into the house, and soon of him toppling down onto the couch with what he could recall as such vivid fatigue and exhaustion.

Oh. Right. That happened.

Did Dongju also just shut down all of a sudden like him? Geonhak didn’t know, but he assumed that was what happened. Though, why didn’t he just sleep in a more comfortable place like, say, their bedroom?

Bedroom sounded nice. Geonhak planned to migrate both himself and Dongju to the bedroom as it’d be much more comfortable there, however his boyfriend’s body was quite literally constricting his plan to move.

Thus, Geonhak shook his head, removing all unnecessary thoughts and proceeded to  carefully turn around on the couch as best as he could. The fact that Dongju was also squishing him against the couch didn’t help much either. He grunted, one hand gently gripping the other’s arm to prevent the latter from falling. As he watched Dongju’s every movement lest he wakes up, Geonhak shifted bit by bit, his mind on edge over not wanting his boyfriend to wake up. But then——

“Hak…?”

Geonhak froze. With him now facing Dongju, Geonhak’s eyes wandered up to the other’s. Lids half open, brown optics looked straight back into him in feeble wonder.

“Oh, did I wake you up?” Geonhak whispered.

Soon the older man became bewildered, though, and for a good reason too. Dongju had subsequently closed his eyes then and only snuggled further against Geonhak’s chest, inducing a flutter of something within his stomachs.

Adorable, he thought.

After a few pokes on the younger one’s cheek, making sure that he wasn’t really awake, Geonhak slowly lifted himself up. Dongju did not weigh much, especially to him who regularly does weights, but his stiff joints and sore muscles made maneuvering his boyfriend much more of an endeavor than it should be. Not to mention that he also had to do it as gently as possible, as he didn’t want to wake the younger one up.

The joints across his arms crackled plenty as Geonhak carefully positioned his sleeping boyfriend on his lap. At this point he was just carrying him, basically.

Stationing his grasps against Dongju’s bottom, Geonhak then stood up. He wobbled at first, not used to the weight of his boyfriend—especially in this early morning. Nonetheless, it didn’t take long for him to regain his balance. With Dongju propped against his chest and on his arms, Geonhak strode toward their room.

Navigating through the faintly lit corridor was rather difficult with a person in his arms. However, Geonhak eventually found the door handle to the bedroom, and after struggling quite a while to maintain his grasp on Dongju while simultaneously opening the door, soon he found himself already in the room. 

Despite the lights being off, Geonhak easily trudged toward the bed. He then laid Dongju on the mattress as gently as possible, who was still sleeping peacefully with soft, regular breathing. If Geonhak were to be in his situation, a simple movement would be enough to wake him up. He’s such a light sleeper compared to Dongju.

Geonhak pulled the sheets up to Dongju’s chin, tucking the latter in. The kiss he pecked on his boyfriend's forehead was almost automatic, as though the mere presence of a peacefully asleep Dongju itself was enough to spark him to do so. If he could, Geonhak would appreciate the view before him for more, but his brain was already sending him signals that he still needed sleep, so he gave in.

The last thing he felt was the emanating warmth of Dongju—comfortable and soothing—as he snuggled closer against his boyfriend. Then, Geonhak fell asleep.

[tasksweekly]

[TASK 137: MOZAMBIQUE]

There’s a masterlist below compiled of over 200+ Mozambican faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

Any questions can be sent here and all tutorials have been linked below the cut for ease of access! REMEMBER to tag your resources with #TASKSWEEKLY and we will reblog them onto the main! This task can be tagged with whatever you want but if you want us to see it please be sure that our tag is the first five tags, @ mention us or send us a messaging linking us to your post!

THE TASK - scroll down for FC’s!

STEP 1: Decide on a FC you wish to create resources for! You can always do more than one but who are you starting with? There are links to masterlists you can use in order to find them and if you want help, just send us a message and we can pick one for you at random!

STEP 2: Pick what you want to create! You can obviously do more than one thing, but what do you want to start off with? Screencaps, RP icons, GIF packs, masterlists, PNG’s, fancasts, alternative FC’s - LITERALLY anything you desire!

STEP 3: Look back on tasks that we have created previously for tutorials on the thing you are creating unless you have whatever it is you are doing mastered - then of course feel free to just get on and do it. :)

STEP 4: Upload and tag with #TASKSWEEKLY! If you didn’t use your own screencaps/images make sure to credit where you got them from as we will not reblog packs which do not credit caps or original gifs from the original maker.

THINGS YOU CAN MAKE FOR THIS TASK -  examples are linked!

Stumped for ideas? Maybe make a masterlist or graphic of your favourite faceclaims. A masterlist of names. Plot ideas or screencaps from a music video preformed by an artist. Masterlist of quotes and lyrics that can be used for starters, thread titles or tags. Guides on culture and customs.

Screencaps

RP icons [of all sizes]

Gif Pack [maybe gif icons if you wish]

PNG packs

Manips

Dash Icons

Character Aesthetics

PSD’s

XCF’s

Graphic Templates - can be chara header, promo, border or background PSD’s!

FC Masterlists - underused, with resources, without resources!

FC Help - could be related, family templates, alternatives.

Written Guides.

and whatever else you can think of / make!

MASTERLIST!

F:

Maria João / Maria João Monteiro Grancha (1956) Mozambican - singer.

Stella Mendonça (1970) Mozambican - singer.

Mariza / Marisa dos Reis Nunes (1973) 1/4 Mozambican, 3/4 mix of Portuguese, Spanish, German - singer-songwriter.

Neyma / Neyma Julio Alfredo (1979) Mozambican, Portuguese - singer.

Dama do Bling / Ivánnea da Silva Mudanisse (1979) Mozambican - singer.

Gabriela Langa / Gabriela Mamie Zango Mubanguiane (1980) Mozambican - singer.

Lizha James / Elisa Lisete James Humbane (1982) Mozambican - singer.

Marllen Preta Negra (1983) Mozambican - singer.

Liloca (1985) Mozambican - singer.

Iveth / Iveth Mafundza (1985) Mozambican - singer.

Daisy Gonçalves (1987) Mozambican - tv host.

Júlia Duarte (1988) Mozambican - singer.

Nayla Cumbe (1991) Mozambican - singer.

Sheila Ibrahimo (1995) Mozambican - tv personality.

Filomena Maricoa (1998) Mozambican - singer.

Mingas / Elisa Domingas Jamisse (?) Mozambican - singer.

Elsa Mangue (?) Mozambican - singer.

Isabel Novella (?) Mozambican - singer.

Safira Mariquele (?) Mozambican - model.

Rosália Mboa (?) Mozambican - singer.

Yolanda Chicane / Yolanda Kakana (?) Mozambican - singer.

Irellia Veola (?) Mozambican - model and Miss Mozambique 2018.

Lidia Maolela (?) Mozambican - model and Miss Mozambique 2016.

Stephanie (?) Mozambican, Northern Sotho (from Mokopane), Portuguese, German - Instagrammer (miss_sandows).

Sheila Ibrahimo (?) Mozambican - tv host and blogger (instagram: sheilaibrahimo).

Queen Marlise Sacur (?) Mozambican - Miss University Africa 2018 (instagram: m.sacur).

Del Lombard (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (dellombard).

July Murane (?) Mozambican - model (instagram: lyju_muranynha).

Sílvia Nickita (?) Mozambican - model (instagram: silvia_nickita).

Sheron Sultan (?) Mozambican, South African, Unknown - Instagram (sheron_fit_sultan).

Maria (?) Mozambican - singer (Instagram: thekingmaria).

F - Athletes:

Binta Jambane (1942) Mozambican - sprinter.

Ludovina de Oliveira (1955) Mozambican - discus thrower.

Carolina Araujo (1971) Mozambican - swimmer.

Maria Mutola (1972) Mozambican - track and field athlete.

Tina Paulino (1973) Mozambican - runner,

Clarisse Machanguana (1976) Mozambican - basketball player.

Leonor Piuza (1978) Mozambican - runner.

Valerdina Manhonga (1980) Mozambican - basketball player.

Elisa Cossa (1980) Mozambican - sprinting and long-distance runner.

Ermelinda Zamba (1981) Mozambican - swimmer.

Deolinda Ngulela (1981) Mozambican - basketball player.

Cátia Halar (1982) Mozambican - basketball player.

Anabela Cossa (1986) Mozambican - basketball player.

Deolinda Gimo (1987) Mozambican - basketball player.

Miriam Corsini (1989) Mozambican - swimmer.

Ximene Gomes (1989) Mozambican - swimmer.

Jessica Teixeira Vieira (1991) Mozambican - swimmer.

Leia Dongue (1991) Mozambican - basketball player.

Maria Muchavo (1992) Mozambican - paralympic track and field athlete.

Silvia Panguana (1993) Mozambican - hudler.

Maria Machongua (1993) Mozambican - boxer.

Jannah Sonnenschein (1996) Mozambican - swimmer.

Neidy Ocuane (1997) Mozambican - basketball player.

Gisela Cossa (1999) Mozambican - swimmer.

Acacia Mate (?) Mozambican - sprinter.

M:

Afric Simone / Henrique Simone (1939) Mozambican / Brazilian - singer, guitarist, dancer, and entertainer.

Wazimbo / Humberto Carlos Benfica (1948) Mozambican - singer.

Joe Madison (1949) African-American [including Mozambican, Sierra Leonean] - talk show host.

José Castelo Branco (1962) 1/4 Mozambican, 3/4 Portuguese - singer and tv personality.

Stewart Sukuma / Luis Pereira (1963) Mozambican - singer.

General D / Sérgio Matsinhe (1971) Mozambican - rapper.

Moreira Chonguiça (1977) Mozambican - singer and saxophonist.

Duas Caras / Hermínio Chissano (1978) Mozambican - rapper.

Samito (1979) Mozambican - singer-songwriter and producer.

Mr. Bow / Bowito / Salvador Pedro Maiaze (1982) Mozambican - singer-songwriter.

King Levi (1982) Mozambican - instagrammer (sr.king_dapper).

Tio Big (1983) Mozambican - tv presenter.

Azagaia / Edson da Luz (1984) Mozambican / Cape Verdean - rapper.

Ace Nells / Nelson Elísio Célio Nhachugue (1985) Mozambican - singer and presenter.

G2 / Guerte Geraldo Bambo (1985) Mozambican - singer.

Hugo Diogo (1985) Mozambican - tv host and rapper.

Laylizzy / Edson Abel Jeremias Tchamo (1988) Mozambican - rapper-songwriter.

Hernâni da Silva (1989) Mozambican - rapper.

Deltino Guerreiro (1990) Mozambican - singer.

Messias Maricoa (1993) Mozambican - singer.

MC Roger / Rogério Dinis (?) Mozambican / Portuguese - singer.

Ras Haitrm / Rui Paulo Matavele (?) Mozambican - singer.

Eduardo Carimo (?) Mozambican - multi-instrumentalist.

Dom Wilson (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (domwilson_odm).

Feliciano dos Santos (?) Mozambican - musician.

Ivan Dread (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (ivankhoteja).

Edy Son Leonely Cumby (?) Mozambican - Instagrammer (_da_maafia).

M - Athletes:

Leonel Pegado (1931) Mozambican - footballer.

Vicente Lucas (1935) Mozambican - footballer.

Manaca / Carlos Alberto Manaca Dias (1946) Mozambican - footballer.

Abdul Ismail (1948) Mozambican - hurdler.

Stelio Craveirinha (1950) Mozambican - long jumper.

Shéu / Shéu Han (1953) Mozambican - footballer.

Eduardo Costa (1954) Mozambican - sprinter.

Pedro Mulomo (1954) Mozambican - long-distance runner.

Jaime Rodrigues (1955) Mozambican - sprinter.

Vicente Daniel (1956) Mozambican - sprinter.

Leonardo Loforte (1956) Mozambican - sprinter.

André Titos (1958) Mozambican - sprinter.

Henrique Ferreira (1960) Mozambican - sprinter.

Domingos Mendes (1961) Mozambican - hurdler.

Archer Fausto (1962) Mozambican - boxer.

Pedro Gonçalvo (1964) Mozambican - sprinter.

Alberto Machaze (1964) Mozambican - boxer.

Chiquinho Conde (1965) Mozambican - footballer.

Daúto Faquirá (1965) Mozambican - footballer.

Lucas Sinoia (1966) Mozambican - boxer.

Paulo Noronha (1966) Mozambican - triple jumper.

Pedro Cruz (1966) Mozambican - swimmer.

Domingos Chivavele (1966) Mozambican - swimmer.

Sergio Fafitine (1969) Mozambican - swimmer.

Arnaldo Ouana (1969) Mozambican - footballer.

Jojó / Jorge Miguel Moreira Larrouy Fernandes (1970) Mozambican - footballer.

Nelinho  / Nasser Amade Carimo (1971) Mozambican - footballer.

Tomás Inguana (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Tico-Tico / Manuel José Luís Bucuane (1973) Mozambican - footballer.  

Sérgio Lomba (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Nuro Tualibudane (1973) Mozambican - footballer.

Macamito / Paulo Macamo (1974) Mozambican - footballer.

João Rafael Kapango (1975) Mozambican - footballer.

Ilidio Matusse (1975) Mozambican - swimmer.

Armando Sá (1975) Mozambican - footballer.

Jossias Macamo (1976) Mozambican - footballer.

Paulito / Antonio Trigo (1976) Mozambican - footballer.

Hélder Muianga (1976) Mozambican - footballer.

Bineesh Vadavathy (1977) Mozambican - cricketer.

Dário Monteiro (1977) Mozambican - footballer.

Carlos Fumo Gonçalves (1979) Mozambican - footballer.

Sete Muianga (1979) Mozambican - basketball player.

Genito / Eugenio Fernando Bila (1979) Mozambican - footballer.

Gerson Novela (1979) Mozambican - basketball player

Helton Samo Cunha (1980) Mozambican - footballer.

Tininho / Miguel Ângelo Karim Simões Fazenda (1980) Mozambican - footballer. 

Paulo Murinello (1981) Mozambican - ruby player.

Gabito / Gabriel Macuvele (1981) Mozambican - footballer.

Campira / Samuel Luis Chapanga (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Jorge Duvane (1982) Mozambican - middle-distance runner.

Marlon Acácio (1982) Mozambican - judoka.

Paíto / Martinho Martins Mukana (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Albino Cossa (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Almiro Lobo (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Custódio Muchate (1982) Mozambican - basketball player.

Manuel de Jesus Lopes (1982) Mozambican - footballer.

Fanuel Massingue (1982) Mozambican - basketball player.

Domingues / Elias Gaspar Pelembe (1983) Mozambican - footballer.

Samir Adam (1983) Mozambican - basketball player.

Danito Parruque (1983) Mozambican - footballer.

Maurício Pequenino (1983) Mozambican - footballer.

Octávio Magoliço (1984) Mozambican - basketball player.

Eduardo Jumisse (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Dario Khan (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Mano / Celso Halilo de Abdul (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Carlos Chimomole (1984) Mozambican - footballer.

Kurt Couto (1985) Mozambican - hurdler.

Lamá / Odimba Otshudi Lamá (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Fernando Mandlate (1985) Mozambican - basketball player.

Sontio / Apson Manjate (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Edson Madeira (1985) Mozambican - judoka.

Momed Hagi (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Ricardo Campos (1985) Mozambican - footballer.

Francisco Massinga (1986) Mozambican - footballer.

Josemar Machaíss (1987) Mozambican - footballer.

Hélder Pelembe (1987) Mozambican - footballer.

Zainadine Júnior (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Simão Mate Junior (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Mexer / Edson André Sitoe (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Leonel Matonse (1988) Mozambican - swimmer.

Telinho / Stélio Marcelino Ernesto (1988) Mozambican - footballer.

Saddan Guambe (1988) Mozambican - swimmer.

Diogo António Alberto (1989) Mozambican - footballer.

Zé Luís / Luis de Sousa Pereira Vaz (1989) Mozambican - footballer.

Flavio Seholhe (1990) Mozambican - runner.

Chakyl Camal (1990) Mozambican - swimmer.

Reginaldo Faife (1990) Mozambican - footballer.

Jerry Sitoe (1990) Mozambican - footballer.

Pio Matos (1990) Mozambican - basketball player

Jeitoso (1991) Mozambican - footballer.

Maninho / Manuel Fernandes (1991) Mozambican - footballer.

Mussa Chamaune (1992) Mozambican - canoeist.

Geraldo Matsimbe (1992) Mozambican - footballer.

Juliano Máquina (1993) Mozambican - boxer.

Bheu Januário (1993) Mozambican - footballer.

Ludovico Corsini (1993) Mozambican - swimmer.

Edson Almeida (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Reinildo Mandava (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Clésio Baúque (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Edmilson Gabriel Dove (1994) Mozambican - footballer.

Alberto Mamba (1994) Mozambican - runner.

Joaquim Lobo (1995) Mozambican - canoeist.

Gildo Vilanculos (1995) Mozambican - footballer.

Luís Miquissone (1995) Mozambican - footballer.

Faisal Bangal (1996) Mozambican - footballer.

Witi / Witiness Chimoio João Quembo (1996) Mozambican - footballer.

Igor Mogne (1996) Mozambican - swimmer.

Creve Armando Machava (1996) Mozambican - hurdler.

Denilson da Costa (1998) Mozambican - swimmer.

Nelson Nhamussua (2001) Mozambican - basketball player

Dias Alface (?) Mozambican - long-distance runner.

Vicente Santos (?) Mozambican - middle-distance runner.

Neuso Sigauque (?) Mozambican - boxer.

Raimundo Franisse (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

Ntewane Machel (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

Edgar Martins (?) Mozambican - swimmer.

Rogerio Silva (?) Mozambican - swimmer.