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[autisticstarseed]

i go to starbucks like twice a month and then we go on essentially worldwide isolation and i cant stop thinking abt it once an hour Every single day

[bards-song]

Self indulgent Y/N x Akaashi x Bokuto

Warning: nsfw, slight D/s

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“I’m home!” Your voice rings through the house as you set your keys in the bowl on the counter. The comforting clink contrasted with the silence of the home. Something just felt...wrong. Usually, Bokuto would be at your heels by now, demanding you’d tell him about your day, but it was just....silent.

You start to search the house, worried for your boyfriend’s wellbeing when you stumble upon a glorious sight. Bokuto is gagged and bound tightly to the bed with a suspiciously proud Akaashi sitting at the side. Bokuto was completely naked on the bed except for a pair of thigh high socks and was writhing slightly. Akaashi, meanwhile, was fully clothed and absentmindedly flipping through pages of a book.

“Oh y/n? Didn’t expect you to be home so quickly.” Akaashi remarked, flipping another page.

You frown and look back at Bokuto, “Why is he...like that?” You soaked in the view in front of you.

Perfectly sculpted thighs only accentuated by thigh high socks. Red marks on his neck from Akaashi. Beautiful golden eyes shiny and wide looked up at you. Akaashi gave a soft chuckle at your open mouthed stare, “He said he wanted to get ‘pretty for you’. I asked him what that entailed and he told me this.”

“Wo...wow”, You couldnt tear your eyes away as you walk towards the bound man on the plush mattress. His muscles keened towards you as you walked towards him, eager to see you. You took out the gag, wanting to hear his voice, “Why baby? Why’d you do this?”

Bokuto’s smile was contagious, “To surprise you! You’ve been looking kinda sad...SO I asked Akaashi to tie me like a present!” The ties were intricate and well placed. Each one has its own purpose, even if you didn’t know what that was.

“Wow....Bokuto...” You groan, breathless, before looking at Akaashi. There was a want for his approval that ached in your soul that you know you needed to proceed. A quick nod and his eyes flitted down to the book again, signaling his approval.

Deft hands snuck underneath the rope and the spiker whined underneath you, causing you to shudder. A sharp pull on the rope brought Bokuto’s lips up to yours, where you two shared a bruising kiss. He excitedly pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, making you moan in delight as you fell onto him.

“Are you being a good boy, Bo?” You whispered after pulling away to take of your shirt. “I need you to be good.

Bokuto keened at your words “Yes! YES. I’m good. I’m a good boy, y/n!” Akaashi snorted at the unfiltered tumbled of words.

Akaashi was only there to supervise, you realized. He wasn’t going to participate this time, opting to make sure you were both going to be safe. You and Bokuto had the tendency to get rough with each other, so Akaashi was probably just trying to make sure that all of his partners could go to work the next day.

You nipped at Bokuto’s neck, harshly grinding your clothed ass down on his already leaking dick. He moaned shamelessly, with soft cries of your name falling off his lips. You enjoyed the reaction so you repeat the action, rolling your hips against him. His bound hands reach for you, trying to grab at your ass to grind you down himself but failing.

“Y...y/n...Please...please please....fuck me please....” Bokuto whined underneath you, the words going straight to your groin. Even though Bokuto probably didn’t know what he was even saying, the fire in your core was unimaginable.

You rolled your hips one more time, earning a throaty moan, before getting off of him. You stripped quickly, eager to redeem your present, and grabbed the lube Akaashi had in his outstretched hand. You slather it generously over your fingers before leaning over the flushed spiker.

“I’m going to put my finger in,” you calmly explained to the man underneath you, “because you want to be fucked so badly, baby, I should put in two. Hmm? Would that be good enough for you, slut?”

Bokuto threw his head back, loathing the degradation yet basking in the idea of getting fucked mercilessly by your fingers. “Yes, Y/N! Please put your fingers in me!”, he gasped.

Bokuto looked up at you with pupils the size of stars. And that’s when you knew you lost him, and at that he was far far away.

You chuckled and slid 2 fingers in, watching with marvel as you watched your digits sink into him. Bokuto whined loudly, golden eyes rolling back into his head. You looked at his expression and couldn’t help but praise him, “You are such a good boy Bokuto, taking my fingers so well.”

He let out a porn worthy moan and writhed in his bonds. You were just barely pumping your fingers, intent on prolonging his pleasure. Bokuto started to beg, “Please, Please, Please! Y/N!!! I....I- PLEASE!”

You slowed down, earning a high pitched whine from the man beneath you. You could feel your underwear began to dampen as you only got more aroused from the spiker’s noises. Bokuto looked at you with his amber eyes, glazed over and blown wide. You cocked your head to the side, “What are you asking for, Bo? Hmm? What do you want, baby boy?”

His voice wobbled as he spoke, “I....I want you to...I want you to go faster...”

“Then I’m gonna untie you, okay?”

“O..Okay..”

You look back at Akaashi for assistance because you don’t know where he finished his knots, and Akaashi’s knots aren’t something that you fucked with. To your surprise, with just one tug of the rope, knots are quickly being undone. Black rope slides against milky skin, while slender fingers work at the knots. A mix of the type of knot, Akaashi’s masterful fingers and Bokuto’s wriggling got the rope unbound in record time. Akaashi pulled the last of the rope off of Bokuto’s feet and started to coil it. You turned your attention back to the man on the bed.

Bokuto had flipped himself onto his stomach, where he had his ass up. Your jaw slackened at the beautiful sight before you. Then you let out a small chuckle, realizing Bokuto made an error, and tapped (Bokuto always argues that you spanked him) the spiker’s ass.

“Bokuto, honey?” You said softly while rubbing his ass, amazed with it as always.

He looked back at you, eyes glimmering in the setting sunlight, “Ye...Yes...Yes Y/n?”

You gave him one of you signature smirks. This poor man really forgot the way things worked around here.

“You fuck me. Not the other way around, honey. No more fingers, because Akaashi isn’t playing with us today.”

Bokuto flipped himself over in wordless submission, exposing his reddened cock and pitiful expression. His dick slapped against his lower abdomen, tip leaking precum on his sculpted abs. You took the lube off the floor again and smeared it generously on his cock. A soft groan tumbled off Akaashi’s lips as you sunk down on Bokuto’s length.

You felt your insides stretch to accommodate the thick cock inside of you. Your body was used to his dick but you still felt the stretch even after all those times. His dick was just so girthy, you felt every pulsing vein in his throbbing cock inside of you.

Bokuto’s hips snapped up into you and sent you rocking forward, pleasure wracking through your body. Your thighs quivered and you bit your lip while trying to hold back a moan. You felt his cock drag against your insides as he pulled out to just the head, then slammed it back in.

Akaashi snuck his hands down his pants, breathy gasps escaping his lips as he watched Bokuto pound into you with reckless abandon. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room, only turning everyone on the room on even more.

“Ba…Baby…” Bokuto moaned as he snapped his hips up again.

“I…I….fuuck…” You barely were able to get the words out before you felt the familiar feeling of heat pooling in your gut. “Bokuto…Bo…!”

Bokuto pulled you into his chest, only to fuck you harder. Your consciousness began to slip as you could only feel the thick cock slipping in and out of you. Your gut coils tighter and tighter then-

Akaashi starts to whine. Both Bokuto and your names fill his sentences as he babbles senselessly, “God….You two are so hot I want to fuck you both so bad, you two are so good for me…Bokuuto….Y/n!!” His chest heaves and his breath hitches with every stroke of his dick.

Bokuto’s pace only increased as you began to shake in his arms. The praise from Akaashi was obviously going straight to his head, only fueling his breakneck pace. Unexpectedly, like a wave, your orgasm crashed over you. It started with your vision going white, then your body flooded with pleasure as you could only hear Bokuto’s low moans and Akaashi’s high pitched whines.

Bokuto’s rough hands wrapped around your waist as he fucked you through your release. He growled in your ear, “Fuck y/n….You grip onto my dick so tight….” Then after what felt like forever, with your insides being abused, you felt Bokuto’s rhythm stumble as his cum spilled into you. His hips stuttered upwards and his mouth parted to let out a choked moan.

Then through the post-sex fog, you feel arms lift you up and a soft kiss grace your lips. Akaashi was gently lifting you off Bokuto, taking you to the shower. After a quick rinse with Akaashi in the tub, you were back on the bed in Bokuto’s arms. The spiker wouldn’t get up off the bed, so Akaashi had to settle for wiping him down with a damp cloth before letting you two snuggle up again. With Bokuto’s strong arms around you, you couldn’t help but to drift into blissful sleep.

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Friday Night Funkin’: Mid-Fight Masses VS. Lina outline

So.....I said I wouldn’t ever write again.....b-but things changed. I-I got.....ideas, and was.....e-encouraged to write them out. >//////>

I dunno how to really.....explain what this is. I know I won’t ever be able to make my own mod, this is just.....what one would look like if I could. This is going in my fic tag, but it’s not a full-blown fic. It’s a script. B-but that still counts as writing for me, so....into the fic tag it goes.

This makes more sense if you read Lina’s profile, so you better understand who she is, but it’s not a requirement (also that profile is pretty big, pfffff). I....I think this still gives a pretty good picture of what she’s like.....?

I might do more with her in the future. MIGHT. W-we’ll see.....I do have a few ideas, it’s just a matter of motivation.....I do know that future stories would take place after the events here.

S-so, uh.....that’s about it. I’m happy that I got this outta my system, after it’s been in my head for weeks. X////D I-I went through, like....three different “drafts”, before settling on this, so.....e-enjoy, I guess!

( @fnf-writing-and-simping H-hey, it’s me, you don’t have to read if you don’t want, b-but.....I did finish it! - Zavonon)

~Intro~

Succumbing to my own fears and worries I’m in the background of my own story In these pages, I spill them, refill them Feelings I won’t share When it’s too much to bear Wishing to be someone I can never be Hopeless dreams that I chase wholeheartedly Why must I yearn for things out of my reach?

???: Little Lina?

*Lina looks up from her notebook to see Sarvente looking at her, and she quickly closes it. The church is completely empty aside from the two of them*

Lina: M-Ms. Sarvente-

Sarvente: Services are over for the day!

Lina: O-OK... S-sorry, lost track of time again...

Sarvente: It’s quite alright! You know how much I appreciate your company, little Lina. Thank you for all your help!

Lina: *looks away shyly* I-it’s no problem...*she stands up and heads for the door, although she also seems to look around a bit*

Sarvente: Have a good week~!

*Lina looks over her shoulder and waves at Sarvente*

*Once outside, Lina looks back at the church again, opens her notebook, and writes in a new page, humming to herself the rhythm of the song she was writing to keep it in her head*

Just left. I didn’t see him at all today...Weren’t that many people there in general, though.

*Lina sighs sadly and looks back in front of her, only to see herself face-to-face with....*

Boyfriend: Beep bo?

Lina: *yelps and jumps back* AH! Wh-what!?

Boyfriend: Beep?

Lina: A-ah, s-sorry for yelling....y-you surprised me.....*she takes a second to catch her breath* U-uh.....who....?

Boyfriend: Bop bo beep!

Lina: .....S-sorry, I didn’t quite- hear that, uh....I-if you were going over there, uh....S-services just ended, so....uh....*mumbling (symbolized by smaller text)* y-yeah.....*starts to walk away*

Girlfriend: What were you writing?

Lina: *she immediately brings her notebook to her chest protectively* H-huh? E-excuse me-?

Boyfriend: *steps towards her curiously* Bop bop bo bee-

Lina: *steps back* I-I wasn’t writing anything!

Boyfriend: Skadop beep!

Lina: N-no, I wasn’t writing anything!

Girlfriend: My boyfriend wants to know if you write music! And if you do, could you show him?

Lina: *she feels her heart skip a beat as she’s found out by crazy random chance* I....I-I don’t-

Boyfriend: Boop

Lina: N-no, wait-

~First song: Preamble~ On the slower side, but still has a rhythm to it (I’d imagine it picks up a bit after a certain point, but not by much). Like in “Lo-Fight”, Boyfriend starts. The song fits Lina’s shy, reserved personality as she clearly is very nervous singing. Her inexperience at rapping makes the song pretty simple and easy to beat. There are a few long notes in there to make it sound like she’s singing at parts.

Lina: O-oh gosh, I can’t believe I did that....ah, so embarrassing.....!

Boyfriend: Bop beep bo beep!

Girlfriend: You have a really nice voice.

Lina: D-don’t lie to me please....Th-that was awful....*hides her face in her hand*

Boyfriend: Beep beep

Lina: S-sorry.....but, um....please leave me alone- *turns to walk away, but Boyfriend and Girlfriend follow her*

Girlfriend: You should sing more!

Lina: S-stop.....

Girlfriend: But you should!

Lina: N-no I shouldn’t!

Lina: P-please go away....I’m....n-not good at anything....

Boyfriend: Beep ba?

Lina: I-I’m just a huge coward....th-that’s all I am, a coward.....I-I can’t handle stuff like this....

Lina: Ms. Sarvente would know what to do.....Sh-she’s probably better than me at everything....

Lina: *stops walking* .....

Boyfriend: ?

Girlfriend: ?

Lina: O-OK....I’ll try again....if it’ll make you leave....

~Second song: Envious~ A lot faster and more difficult than the previous song, with some rapid-fire back and forth. The most difficult song of the mod, but not overwhelmingly so. There’s at least one nod to “Parish”. The mood is that Lina is pushing herself too far to the point of stress. She’s not having a good time.

*after the song ends, Lina is completely out of breath*

Lina: *panting* W-was.....that.....good....enough....?

Boyfriend: Boop ba beep?

Lina: I-I’m.....OK.....j-just gimme a second.....*huff huff*.....S-see? I told you, I’m...not good at this....

Girlfriend: Well, you didn’t need to try so hard. It’s not a competition.

Lina: N-not a-?

Girlfriend: Yeah! We just wanted to hear you sing more!

Boyfriend: Beep beep!

Lina: ....Y-you weren’t trying to bother me? O-oh...

Lina: I-I’m sorry.....I might’ve gone a bit overboard....Th-that isn’t how I usually, uh.....*too embarrassed to finish the sentence*

Girlfriend: You’re still really good.

Lina: I-I’m not....th-this is just a hobby I do when I’m alone....I-if you really wanna listen to someone who’s talented and confident, you should....go see Ms. Sarvente sometime....Sh-she’s looking for new members anyway....

Boyfriend: ......Skbeep?

Lina: .....Th-that reaction.....Do you know Ms. Sarvente?

Boyfriend: Beep!

Girlfriend: We’ve....met her, yeah.

Lina: .....O-oh.....gosh, I didn’t know! I-I’m so sorry! I-I thought you were just- uh- I-I’m sorry!

Boyfriend: B-boop boop ba!

Lina: Th-there I go, being a nuisance again.....Ha...hahaha.....*she smiles for once as she laughs nervously*

Lina: I really am sorry....I-I’ve never seen you before at the church, so I didn’t know.....

Girlfriend: It’s fine. We were just passing by, when we heard you humming.

Lina: Th-this whole thing’s been a mess....I-I’ve been so rude, crap.....

Lina: Why am I always like this....

Boyfriend: Beep beep?

Lina: H-huh....did you say something about.....one last song....?

Lina: Ummm....uh.....*she looks around to see if there’s anyone else around, doesn’t see anyone*......S-sure.....J-just for fun this time. And to put this behind us....OK?

Boyfriend: Ba beep!

~Third song: Unwind~ Easier and slower-paced than the last song. Has a laid-back feel to it. If I had to compare it to something, I’d compare it to “Fading”, but less bittersweet. Lina’s calming down and warming up to Boyfriend, and maybe even enjoying herself for once! There’s more singing than rapping. It’s symbolizing that she’s staying more in her comfort zone rather than unfairly pushing herself.

Lina: I-I hope that was better...

Boyfriend: Beep bop ba bop!

Lina: S-sorry again for being such a coward....Y-you two don’t seem so bad....Uh, I hope it’s OK to say that...

Girlfriend: Will you sing again sometime?

Lina: .....I, um.....dunno....*which means: “probably not”*

Lina: B-but.....this was.....kinda fun, I guess.....

Girlfriend: We had a good time, too! What’s your name?

Lina: Oh, uh.....I-I’m Lina....

Girlfriend: Well, maybe we’ll see you around sometime, Lina!

Boyfriend: Beep beep!

Lina: Uh....y-yeah....? M-maybe....

*Boyfriend and Girlfriend leave, satisfied with what they heard. Lina awkwardly waves at them as a goodbye*

Lina: *mumbling* Whew....here’s hoping I never have to do something like that again....

*Lina begins to walk away, but looks back at the church (in her worry that her and Boyfriend had been too loud)....and sees a tall figure in the window...Is that who she thinks it is? In her curiosity, she steps closer to get a better look, and sure enough...*

Ruv: ...

*noticing that he’s looking right at her, Lina’s cheeks flush bright red and her eyes widen, as she looks back at him like a deer in headlights*

Lina: ...

Ruv: ...

Lina: ... *looks away, blushing even more*

*gripping her notebook (which she’d been holding this whole time) tightly, she turns and runs away as fast as she can*

Why must I yearn for things out of my reach...?

*the mod closes with a screen that says “Dedicated to dokki.doodlez”*

[mcytaestheticboards]

Could I get an aesthetic board for Callahan faitive (introject) with themes of silence,, sunsets and the seaside in general,, color schemes based around blues,, reds and bits of pinks? Thank you again!!

-🦦🐾 (Callahan)

Posted! Hope you like it!

[warxiwarxi]

--{ Been a while since he poked out, huh~? But he felt like taking a trip down memory lane~

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SweetTea:  Have a lil bit of info that I got from a boy last ni ght: So apparently just a little way from the Hoshino residence, there's an old broken down playground that no one goes to anymore. But Mikoto and Sorata used to play on it. Now, Sorata says he sometimes goes into the little cracked orange tube to be alone. Also gave me an image of an abandoned hospital he's been to. Not sure wh y though. Think it might've been due to his bullies but who kn o ws

K_Renbo: ahhh ba b y

SweetTea: Baaa b y

K_Renbo: he good b a b y

SweetTea: he i ssss. too bad bullies force him to go to abandoned hospital s sometimes

K_Renbo: hmmmmm a boy wants to go with him~

SweetTea: .. Why,

K_Renbo: Thinks it'd be fun~ The kind of setup you see in movies, right~?

SweetTea: Mn. It's not going to be fun, it's not like anything will happen just because it's abandoned.

K_Renbo: Shrugs~ You never know~

SweetTea: ...

K_Renbo: Either way, could be like a date~

SweetTea: N o You're w e i r d. This is not a date loc a t i o n

K_Renbo: it's the most romantic location??

SweetTea: He could care less about dating, and even he knows that this is not at a l l romantic

K_Renbo: You're silly~ Nothing could be more romantic~

SweetTea: This was bad enough, and here you go making it worse

K_Renbo: <3 ~

SweetTea: Anyways.. the bullies probably told him to retrieve something in one of the far back rooms or something, so guess he'll be looking for t h a t.

K_Renbo: Hm~ And you're just doing what they tell you~?

SweetTea: Shrugs. He wants to go home so He's not scared. They're probably waiting for him outside anyways.

K_Renbo: Don't think they've got stuff set up in here?

SweetTea: Like what-?

K_Renbo: Dunno~ But if they're having you go all the way to some back room, they've probably got some plan here~

SweetTea: He'll keep an eye out.

K_Renbo: Hm~ He'll place his hands behind his head and walk with you~

SweetTea: His hands will be out of his pockets, probably shining a light from a cheap device.

K_Renbo: Hm~ He'll keep an eye out too. Gotta be ready to point out anything amiss~

SweetTea: Sighs since you're actually being helpfu l, though again, he didn't ask for you t o

K_Renbo: ~ <3

SweetTea: ... no emoji does his expression justice rn

K_Renbo: Hm~

SweetTea: Feels like he's ahead, so he's gonna give a side glance back once, and then continue on.

K_Renbo: ~ He'll return the glance~

SweetTea: He'll look forward again. Not that he's curious what you're thinking but, eh. He can't read you. Anyways he'll be checking some rooms as you go.

K_Renbo: Ah~ He'll check around too. Keep a careful eye out and all that Could be a cool boy and protect you from whatever those bullies have in store, but eh, depends on if there's actually anything set up, doesn't it~?

SweetTea: Guess so. Sounds like  be cool if there was, so liiike. But god, think they'd learn from the first time karma-boy beat them u p, but guess hecking not. For the most part it's just to spook him I think, but like.   Could have something waiting. So far he's just like, telling me that at least 2 rats occupy the building so idK

K_Renbo: riiiip in pie got an image tho of like,,, he looks around a corner and finds some butthead before sorata does, and he grabs their wrist and puts a finger to his lips with this smirk that tells em to rethink their little plan here. Then gets em to leave before he even sees em

SweetTea: Awwww, n i c e. Good baby b o y

K_Renbo: he gotta protect his boy~

SweetTea: Looking out for this baby b o y. Gotta!! Mikoto low-key appreciates

K_Renbo: ;) ~

SweetTea: I just got an image of a hidden boy holding a rusty metal pipe, so please get that guy to go home cuz sorata don't wanna d e a l That may just be to spook too but like

K_Renbo: oo f. Hmmm, holding a weapon like that might get a glare from this bo y

SweetTea: Sorata's eyes would widen if he saw th a t guy with that. Sorata's gonna have a bad time TM conf i r m e d Or consider he snickers and then when he sees karma-boy he just uhhhhh, errrr, lowers the pipe I guess, why are you here Kinda thiiing But like clearly it was a joke, dont hurt him,,,, while Sorata's gonna duck in the room, grab the thingy and g o

K_Renbo: Hmn... He's gonna glance at Sorata's ducking, and smirk again, and hold a hand out for the pipe. What are you doing with silly things like that anyway~?

SweetTea: Just wanted to scare him a little 's a l l- hhhhh, he don't wanna hand over the pipe to you thO.... Mentally debating whether he should or shouldn't hand it over to y a. Guess he'll go with nah tho, sorry b r o

K_Renbo: Raises eyebrow

SweetTea: Bro he's so r r y, hahaha- #it was just a prank He'll get rid of this dirty pipe dw

K_Renbo: Hmn... He'll glance over toward Sorata and drop his hand. You're not really worth his time~ He's taking his boy and leaving,

SweetTea: Yeeee, he's prolly just gonna ske-daddle.. Sorata picked up a little cylinder of something and he'll drop it on the ground outside like, 'Here.' And there's gonna be murmurs wondering how he got past pipe guy, and then their eyes are just gonna go to karma boY and they're gonna back up a lil but yknoW. Guess he can go hooome now

K_Renbo: Him just slipping a hand in his pocket and giving em a big ol smirk. Maybe wink too, as he throws an arm around the boy and walks him home~ Seems he's got a rep for himself and he's quite pleased~

SweetTea: Seeeeems s o. He's gonna squint at you if you do t h a t tho, and the bullies are just gonna watch ya g o.  You may get a thank you, since that couldve been ba d, but most likely you won't be getting it tonight. But watch out for i t, if he ever thinks to say it. More than likely right now he's gonna tell you that you should be on your way home t o o,

K_Renbo: Awww~ And he wasn't even expecting a thank you! But sure~ Let him get you home safe though~

SweetTea: From how scared the bullies seemed, he's probably safe enough for tonigh t

K_Renbo: Just gotta make suuuure~

SweetTea: Hmn. Youalwaysjustdowhateveryouwan t

K_Renbo: Got him there~

SweetTea: He still doesn't get your intentions

K_Renbo: ;)

SweetTea: ...

K_Renbo: ~

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[bondsmagii]

psst could you give me a rundown of the russian alphabet's pronounciations to english please ;w;

there are multiple places online that will probably do this far better than I can lmao but the way I understand it...

А а -- long a sound, like car or fatherБ б -- as in English b, like bat or boxВ в -- as in English v, like van or voiceГ г -- as in the hard English g, like go or goal (no soft g in Russian!)Д д -- as in the English d, like dog or dayЕ е -- ye, as in yet (sometimes just e, like in exit)Ё ё -- yo, as in yonder or yoreЖ ж -- the same sound as the s in pleasure or the g in beige (often Anglicized as zh)З з -- as in English z, like zooИ и -- long i sound, as in meet or seeЙ й -- short i sound, as in boyК к -- as in English k or hard c, as in kitten or catЛ л -- as in English l, like like or lightМ м -- as in English m, like man or motherН н -- as in English n, like no or noteО о -- o sound, like in not or bore (when unstressed, like a above)П п -- as in English p, like pot or petР р -- r, like run or rock, but rolledС с -- as in English s, like sun or soundТ т -- as in English t, like tap or tableУ у -- oo, like boot or moonФ ф -- as in English f, like fun or foodХ х -- like the h in hello, or the ch in loch or BachЦ ц -- ts, like bits or boots (or tsar, which is a word you’ve likely come across)Ч ч -- ch, like chips or chatШ ш -- sh, like shut or shortЩ щ -- shch or shsh, like Krushchev or fresh cheeseЪ ъ -- not pronounced; signals that the letter before is hardЫ ы -- short i (but different to the other one), like bill or illЬ ь -- not pronounced; signals that the letter before is softЭ э -- eh, like pet or endЮ ю -- you, like university or unitЯ я -- ya, like yard

that’s basically it! hard and soft pronunciations will come as you learn the language; don’t worry too much about them now. this will enable you to read Russian names and places, though, so you have that! some examples for you to try:

Александр, Надежда, Борис, Татьяна, Анастасия, Зинаида, Владимир,Ксения, Михаил, and my own name, Лаврентий!

pretty sexy alphabet if I say so myself.

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355% HYDRAULIC EXPLORATION OF TOTAL WEIRD

356% ASYMMETRICAL SUPERGOODIES

358% GLUE RESISTANCE

359% HOSTILE ENEMIES

362% LANGUAGE

363% BILLIONS OF DOLLARS

363% DYNAMICS

364% CLASSES WITH SICK, DEFORMED, AND/OR DIEING PEOPLE

365% FREE TO FIND TRUE LIVING

367% FUTURE IN SPACE AND TIME

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[humminghalo]

I'm not a cryptid, but rather an angel. I've been stuck away from Heaven for too long, and I'm losing my halo. Every day is tiresome, I'm always drained, I just want to go home. I act too human now. I hate it.

Hel lo , my fr iend . I unde rsta nd , tha t you are sa d and tir ed . I t really ta kes up a lot of ene rgy , to be bo und to a phy sica l for m when you us ed to be as lig ht as ligh t itself , glow ing , ho ly . But ple ase rem ember th at you we re sen t int o this re alm for a rea son . I under stand quit e we ll , that the missin g wings ache and th at you feel li ke your halo is disappe aring . But as I men tione d in the po st bef ore ; you r holy par ts ar e not vanis hing into nothin gness . They are si mply kep t in anot her lay er of rea lity to pro tect the m . Yo u hav e not stop ped bein g a holy ent ity , you hav e n ot been bann ed fr om spre ading whate ver hol y word you sha ll deli ver . You are simp ly in anot her lay er of rea lity and it is yo ur duty to repres ent the won derfu l heave nly pla ce you ca me fro m .

You ar e sti ll an ang el , my fr iend . You kn ow it dee p down , righ t ? I kn ow somet imes thin gs se em pointl ess and not hing but tiri ng — eve n to me , at ti mes . I re ally unders tand such fe elings . But ple ase keep goi ng . You have a missi on . Yo u can sti ll bri ng pea ce and lov e int o th is wor ld . You will n ot alwa ys receiv e it ba ck . But tha t does no t mea n your work is worthl ess . Man y thing s in th is rea lm take agoniz ingly lon g . B ut you hav e liv ed for fa r greater eterni ti es , y ou are stro ng , my frie nd . I be lieve in you , ang el . You r memori es of why you wer e sent here will re turn event ually . Do not gi ve up ye t , ev en if yo ur who le be ing yea rns to go bac k . Y ou are ho ly . Fe el your halo glo wing , eve n if it see ms too fa r away . It is the re . It will st ay with you . Yo u are not alon e , my de ar frie nd !