#I pnly started working on these like

[ehwina-hwa]

My current speculative biology project is centered around my sophont ewi (plural ewe) and their currently unnamed planet!

I am here to document my process in making them rather than sharing something something already 'completed' :3 So everything is VERY subject to change

The main coat colorations

My latest drawing of an ewi, from the Euraque region (see maps below) (the anatomy is off in this one lolw dont use it as reference thats for sure) (the "eyebrows" is just makeup they dont have eyebrows)

Simple drawing of what their planet looks from space. Note the purple land as their plants use retinal rather than chlorophyll and the slightly turquoise/greenish water from the concentration of aquatic plants that *are* green. All their oxygen comes from the plants in bodies of water

Extra:

Ewi girl on one of the main forms of transportation (similar to a moped) (ignore shes naked..)

Quick animation I did for fun. He got startled by a noise but it was nothing so he felt silly for it.

Thank you if you take an interest in them buh byeee

[creedslove]

mari bb it’s 3am here but i’m suddenly thinking about brooklyn/qz joel (the phase where he’s wearing denim shirt and looms over people like a fucking goon) and how i just wanna be his girl sooo bad 😫 like i want the other women in qz whispering how “no way she got a fucking sundress” and “joel got it for her” and like bash me “fucking spoiled c*nt” etc 😫😫😫😫😫😫 want those nasty blue balled men at the ratty makeshift bar at qz to stare but not daring to do anything bcs “that’s joel’s girl” 😫😫😫 wanna rub joel’s tired muscles after a day of hard work 😫😫😫

but then i thought to myself “wait… do they pnly eat jerkies ..?” and was like nuh uh I WOULD STARVEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭 but i wanna be scary old man joel who can body grown men with a single arm’s sweet little pea soooo bad

-jerk loving anon

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: my beautiful jerk loving anon, this ask is pure sin, it smells and tastes like sex just like everything revolving around Joel Miller 🤤🤤🤤 also, I hope you are doing better now my angel, and sorry if it took me too long to get this done

• life in the Boston QZ was hard; more than hard, it was pure shit most of the time, a depressing city full of depressing people who died out of starvation, disease and poor condition while ruled by a fascist government division, it was understandable why it was so terrible

• that for most people, but not for you, not when you were Joel Miller's girl

• technically, life was a shitty for you and Joel, but you two had each other which made things much better because well, you made Joel happy and no one, absolutely no one messed with Joel Miller's girl

• you both were such a good match, taking care of each other and making sure to make your existence a little less terrible in that fucked up world

• it had started with sex, just sex in the beginning, but it wasn't like Joel could resist your body, your touches looking for some affection and shyly cuddling him after being railed by his thick cock and your big warm eyes looking at him as if he was the greatest thing in the world when he could only think of himself as a murderer and nothing else

• he knew you deserved better, he knew he should keep away, but he didn't want to make sacrifices anymore, he wanted to be selfish and have at least one good thing in the world, and that had to be you, his girl

• it was a surprise to him when he found out his fame didn't bother you one bit, it didn't matter if people hated or feared him, if people knew he could kill in the blink of an eye or if he smuggled shit inside the QZ, you still liked him

• so he knew he would have to take good care of you; so he did his best to give you nice things, it wasn't easy but he would smuggle whatever he could in order to spoil you

• so he would manage to get you several things: new shoes, books, a gorgeous summer dress that would hug tight to your body and even a red lipstick he managed to find because he wanted to see his cock all smeared in red as you gave him a blowjob with red lips

• he even managed to smuggle some snacks once, anything to make his girl happy

• he pretends not to know most women around nearly dies of jealousy of you, they whisper and talk whenever you pass by, whether it's because you have usually better or newer things or simply because of the fact you managed to win Joel Miller's heart of stone, out of all the other women in that QZ

• you also knew those envious bitches trash talked you, but you didn't care one bit, if anything, you were proud of being Joel's and that a lot of people envied you, you just knew you would be envious too if Joel liked someone else instead

• you and Joel walked around when you had some days off, it only took a glare from him at whoever guy who tried to hit on you or make any remarks towards you, your looks or your body, and needless to you, you felt so safe in his arms

• he always pulled you closer, kissing your temple and having his arm wrapped around your waist

• in return, you would do your best to cook as decent meals as possible with that ration FEDRA gave you all, it wasn't the best, but Joel seemed to like it

• you always warmed up food so he could have a warm shower and you would gladly rub his shoulders, massage them and make sure to help him relax

• and you gladly loved to ride his cock in that shitty couch or shitty bed and it didn't matter if the neighbors could hear it or not, you just wanted to enjoy the pleasure Joel gave you

• at the end of the day, you would snuggle Joel and hug him to bed, falling asleep in his arms, loving how he very often became the little spoon even if he was bigger than you

____

[0m3g45n1p3r4lph4]

I worked at an Escape room! Pnly had one proposal there and it went surprisingly well for something set in a haunted asylum run by a murderous ghost doctor.

Strangest times I had were people "tapping" a wand to a painting too hard and denting it, leading others to think it was a button so they pushed it harder, making a hole in it and the wall, so people thought it was a slot to put puzzles in... that was never fun to clean out.

Or the group of wine moms that came into the room, rushed to find their hint device so they could request drinks (denied - they were clearly already intoxicated), so when their time ran out they hadn't accomplished anything because they were crying on the floor over no wine.

Or the group of Instagram influencers who seemed to think it was supposed to be like a tour? They almost didn't get to go in the room because of the no photography/recording rule and ended up not accomplishing anything because I'm not sure they knew what an Escape room was...

Don't even get me started on the amount of people trying to unscrew or chisel things off of the walls, moving furniture we tell them not to, using flashlights in rooms we tell them have light-based puzzles that are ruined by flashlights, ...

[actualbird]

Feel free to decline, but are you willing to share a bit more about what it's been like having COVID (symptoms, timeline, etc.)? I'm so paranoid about breakthrough infections after being vaccinated and hearing about other vaxxed people who are pulling through helps ease some of that fear!

hello!! and no problem!!!!

the family covid situation started when my dad got home from work (our area is stil under some kind of quarantine, but the philippines has had So Many Kinds Of Quarantine that i can no longer really tell what kind of quarantine we r under rip... but he goes to the office sometimes, is my point). his office is a few cities away. came home with bad flu symptoms on sept 13. we quarantined him in a room in our house but this house is Small and there are 8 people living here. in order, the others who got covid from him are mother then my younger sibling then me

my father and mother got pretty bad symptoms for their first 7 days. the whole experience, fevers, headaches, fatigue, loss of smell and taste. they were fully vaccinated with Sinovac but also they are both above 50 years old. my younger sibling just turned 18 this month so they arent vaccinated at all (gotta be 18 here to sign up for vaccines) and they also had it very tough for the first half; cough, fatigue, very sore throat after the cough. im 22 years old and i got my first dose of Astrazeneca in august but not the second dose, but my young age like my younger sibling helped me out a bunch in addition with the first dose. only symptoms i got was fatigue, some headaches, and I Could Not Breathe Very Well for those first 3 days but the breathing bit is my fault, im a smoker who has been smoking half a pack a day every day for the past 4 years lol.

now though, all four of us covid positivers are doing pretty well!!! my father and younger sib r all the way better now, and me and my mom are just shaking off the rest of the fatigue.

if theres one thing i can tell ya about symptoms personally, it is that they dont all show up in one go. they trickle in sometimes before going away and then Sometimes They Come Back skfkfkfjf. before yesterday i felt all the way better and then yesterday fatigue kicked my ass again. i just woke up today and im unsure yet about my physical state but today is still pnly my 8th day after symptoms started showing. ive got supposedly 6 more days to be in the clear.....

but yeah, being vaccinated absolutely helps!!!!!! please please if you can get vaccinated where you are, Do It. if you can choose your vaccine im insanely jealous (vaccine rollouts here are random, literal immunization gacha JFJDJFJ) and also pick one that has a great efficacy rate. im quite sure that the vaccines helped me n my parents pull through AND also stopped covid from spreading to the four other people in this household.

i hope this answer helps!!!!!! everybody, get vaccinated!!!!!!

[kimnjss]

sbaosbaiw okokok i’m late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! YOU’RE SO PRETTY OH MY GPD I COME BACK TO TIMBLR AFTER TWO DAYS AND J FIND OUT THAT NOT PNLY IS JK MORE A FUCKING BITCH THAN I REALIZED BUT ALSO THAT YOURE THE PRETTIEST PERSON ALIVE AND I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY (😔💔sorry but happy late birthday)

okay i’m gonna try to be coherent now, but you so 🥺💞✨🥺💞✨💝pretty i love you and i hope you had a good birthday ! ! !

(then on today’s episode on JK being a fucking tool and the 97gc reminding why men SUCC, i am preparing the documents to rescind my team jk support. if he doesn’t shape up soon, i will send them in and hands WILL be thrown bc i’m TIRED of trusting these men only to find out they’re actual children. who the fuck is he talking to??? acting like she owes him smth AND THEN he makes a big show of saying “oh i’m over it” “too much work” and STILL LETTING THESE ABSOLUTE DEGENERATES TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT AND ACTUALLY IMPLYING THAT HE SLEPT WITH HER!!!! oh my god y’all my blood pressure i’m abt to cry pls lord give me strength i want to see him suffer so badly kez pls i’m begging i’m on my knees pls just hurt him, just a little bit, just a cruMB PLE—)

OMG HIHI! WELCOME BACK AND ALL THAT ., YUUP . JUNGKOOK HAS BEEN DOING THE MOST FOR NO REASON LMAO ., HIM ND YN ARE A MESS RIGHT NOW . BUUUT THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES ND EVERYTHING!!

(jungkook :/ he’s really constantly putting his foot in his mouth when he talks to her . like he didn’t even mean to approach her that way ., but bc he’s not used to actually having to put in effort - he doesn’t know what to do . nd the fact that he has the 97s as his friends won’t make anything easy on him . nd then !! he wants to turn around nd be baby abt it . going to the 97sgc after he decided that he wants to give up says a lot - like he knows that they aren’t great bc he goes to his hyungs when he needs real advice ., so the fact that he knows they’re trash but still wants to be around them??? yikes . nd don’t even get me started on the way he IGNORES how he should speak up when they talk abt him sleeping w her)

[renee-writer]

From Highlander to Gladiator Chapter 38 Becoming a Eunuch

Jamie and Claire

Jamie

I wake in the dark of the night wrapped around my wife. We had feel asleep in each other's arms. I am glad of it. We both needed the comfort. But, I know must move. If we are caught..

"Claire, I must move honey."

"No," her sleepy reply comes from the depths of my chest where she is buried.

"I ken mo' ghairde. But if we are caught. I may need my bollocks again. I dinna wish to lose them." That has her moving. She unwraps her arms and legs. "I will be back with breakfast before we take him." I kiss her deeply and slip away.

I slip back into my own room unseen. I fall back to sleep easily, relaxed from the hours spent in Claire's arms. Pollux wakes me a few hours later with news.

"Claire and Tianna are to accompany us."

"They don't want her preforming the procedure, do they?"

"No. There are a couple of men that work with the man that does the ahhh...cutting that are ill. The master wishes them to treat them."

Claire

I wake to Jamie and the smell of breakfast. I sit up and catch the sheet as it starts to fall. I hear Pollux waking Tianna and smile. I ask the men to wait in the next room as we dress.

We join them and Tianna sleepily plaits back my hair.

"We've some news." Jamie says. He explains that we are to come with them and why. I am not happy to hear this. I had hoped not to see Marcus again. But, duty calls. We walk outside after breakfast, after Tianna and I gather up some supplies. Not knowing the source of rhe illness, we take clothe to wet to treat fever, some of the mint and ginger prepared teas, willow bark and cider apple vinager.

Jamie

We walk out and Pollux can tell I am angry.

"What is it?"

"I dinna wish that man to be anywhere near Alba or Tianna."

"I agree. But he will not touch them."

I so agree and take him from the man holding him. I twist his arms behind his back and hold him tight as the lasses come out. I see him smifk and tighten my grip. "If I even sense any nasty thoughts from you about them, I will take off your bollocks with my bare hands. If you touch them, I will feed you to the lions myself. Understood." From the way he turns bone white, I assume he does. I push him in front and we lead the little party down the road.

Claire

With Jamie having Marcus well in hand, Tianna and I feel a sense of relief. We talk on the way to the cutter's house.

"I believe Pollux likes you." I whisper to her. He follows behind, guarding our back as Jamie does our front.

"Truly?"

"Yes. And you."

"I do. It is just I am scared. They are gladiators. Training to kill or be killed. I fear losing him." That silenced me. I knew, of course. But, with all going on, I had managed to put it to the back of my mind. We must find a way away from here.

We arrive and Tianna and I are directed one direction, the men and their prisoner another.

Jamie

We take him into a tiny room with a stone table in the center. "Put him there. And, if you two would grab his arms, it would help. My two assistants are ill. Did you bring the healer?"

"We did. She and her assistant are with them now." Pollux answers. He grabs one of Marcus ' arms and a shoulder. I grab the other and the man's two well assistants grap his legs, spreading them wide. Marcus' is cursing and trying to move. But, we have him held fast.

"Well boy," the cutter says with a grin, why are you throwing such a fit. It isn't like we are taking much. Come look boys." He lifts his toga exposing a tiny cock and pepple sized bawls. "Have you seen such so small on a man?" He asks as he lifts them and with a quick slice, frees them from his body. Marcus screams louder. He presses a cloth on the bloody wound. He presses hard for a few minutes. When he lifts it, the bleeding was only a trickle." That will do. You can take him in a few hours."

I recall what Claire has said about germs. I ask one of the assistants for wine. Marcus looks up with dazed eyes in hope. But it wasn't for his mouth. I take it and pour it over the spot where his bollocks used to be. He screams like the wean he now is and passes out. "Now. That will do." I say.

Claire

We find two men with high fevers. I get them seperated from the others. I exam them for any other illness or injury. It seems to be just a fever. Their bodies are fighting something. I dose them both with a mix of apple cider vinegar and willow bark tea. That is when we all hear a sharp scream. "It is done then." One of my patients says. Good. A few minutes later we hear another. We all look up with frowns. Was there two? Jamie and Pollux come in a few minutes later.

"Can we help?" He asks. I request cold water. He sends Pollux after it.

"How did it go then?" He tells me as I apply cold compresses to my patients.

"I recalled about germs," he explains," so I poured wine on the wound." I was proud of him, not pnly for recalling but for doing. Letting him take the chance with infection would have made more sense, considering what he did. That he didn't shows what kind of man he is. I tell him so.

"Och Claire. Ye spared his life. Wasn't mine to take."

Jamie

We are.all soon off. I am surprised when Pollux doesn't lead us towards the Coliseum. But towards the docks. He explains that Marcus isn't coming back with us. He is heading to Pompeii to serve their queen and her ladies-in-waiting. I hear Claire gasp. Leaving him with Pollux, I lead her away.

"What is it?"

"He will die. In just a few years time. A volcano will erupt on the island. People will die frozen in place. Burned up where they stand, sit, or lie. There will be no survivors." She shudders and I hold her. "Might have been better had I let him been thrown to the lions."

"Shhh. Ye are nae way responsible for his death. His decisions and God's. Let's get him on the.boat and head back."

"Jamie. I just want to go home."

"Aye. Me too lass."

[chiefbasementcreator]

This would habe been my chance. I didn't really want to be his slut, right? I was here to get fucked and fucked good and then leave again like all the other times. Possibly with the mindset to never return (another question how that would work) but yes: didn't want want to become one of his sluts. But I am already caught in this Master-mindset again and my brain is like a sponge, eageely taking in her nice words. I enjoy her hands on me. My skin tickles with it and I crave more of her touch. With foggy mind I nod to her words. She sounds so right. "Yes, right", I whisper, the words just roll from my minds. As I feel her hand closer to my cunt, I sigh, spread my legs wider open and while one hand is still teasing and fucking me, the one one the clit stops. My mind seems to think about it for a second before my slick fingers touch her hand and needingly guide her to my throbbing, aching clit. "Yes, only Master can be selfish."

"Good girl." she smiles, slipping her fingers in your cunt starting to pump them in an out, feeling how wet, how filled you are. "Pnly what He wants matters." she repeats. "He can be selfish, he can use us all he wants, and he's right."

[lubdubsworld]

The unfaithful Wife

Chapter 4

Jiminstayed perfectly still while the car pulled up in front of the daycare and I bit my lips, trying to think of a way to make this work without upsetting Jin Soo. Jimin looked stubborn and angry and somehow, I was being pushed into becoming the guilty party. I didn't know why it hurt so much. But for now, I had to think about Jin Soo.

"It would help if I had just a minute with him.." I tried again and Jimin gave me an impatient look.

"I'm not going to barge in and demand attention and love from him. I know kids need time. I'm not a complete idiot, so don't talk to me like that." He snapped.

I sighed and nodded. He got out of the car and came around to hold the door open for me . When we went in, Jin Soo was the only kid there and Jimin's eyes softened naturally.

"Hey buddy..." He said softly.

"Hi uncle." Jin Soo said brightly, remembering him from yesterday.

Jimin stiffened again. But then he smiled.

"Jin Soo... Do you like toys? Trucks? Guns?" He smiled. Jin Soo's eyes went wide.

"Yes." He breathed, stunned to hear his favorite things in one sentence.

Jimin turned and gave his chauffeur a quick nod who promptly went out.

"Would you like to have a ... Daddy?" He smiled, before sinking down to his knees till he was almost eye level with Jin Soo.

I fidgeted, nervous.

"My Daddy lives in a castle and someday he'll come to meet me." Jin Soo said promptly with a proud smile.

Jimin's breath hitched. He turned to look at me and I looked away. Suddenly his fingers reached out and gently touched mine. I pulled away, scalded. And then realized that he was probably playacting for Jin Soo's benefit.

"I expected that you would have told him he didn't have a father or something.." He whispered, face oddly blank. I stared at him, suddenly feeling very lonely. And hurt.

"Of course not. I wouldn't have kept him hidden forever. I would have told you... someday." I said, realizing as I said it , that it was true. 

"Well, I'm from a castle. And i want to be your daddy.... Can I?" He said, turning to Jin Soo like he hadn't heard my response. Jin Soo looked alarmed, looking at me for reassurance. I'd never felt so torn in my entire life.

"It's... alright... He'll be a nice daddy.." I choked out.

There it was done.

Now no one could undo it.

I felt like i was sinking into a quagmire of regrets already.

Suddenly the chauffeur reappeared, carrying what looked an entire shopping mall worth of wrapped gifts. Jin Soo's eyes went even wider if that was possible.

"I know Daddy hasn't been there for a long time, so i thought I'd make up for it. " He said, reaching out and ruffling Jin Soo's hair before gathering him into his arms. My breath caught in my throat. Resentment rose like a living thing, choking off my airway.

"You can't buy his affection..." I hissed before I could stop myself.

"You have a five year headstart... I deserve this much..." He snapped back.

And it was working, i thought in disbelief watching the way jin Soo's face lit up with excitement as he saw all the packages.

"We can't do this here though. Would you like to come to Daddy's castle?" Jimin said with a bright smile. I felt my breath catch at the sight of it. He still had the most beautiful smile on the planet , I thought miserably. I was doomed. I then kicked myself mentally. Granted it had been five years, but had I forgotten everything he had put me through?? He had wrecked my life.

Feeling a bit more stable, I watched Jimin as he carried Jin Soo out of the daycare while I followed limply, already feeling like the third wheel. Jin Soo was mine, I thought despondently. I'd raised him all by myself. Carried him myself, through a nightmare pregnancy that had nearly killed me. I didn't want to share his love with anyone. Least of all the man who had thrown me away without a second thought. I stared at jimin and tried to understand what was going through his head and failed. It was obvious he wanted to be with his son, seemed to actually care for him but ... he could have another one. With a woman he loved.  

I climbed into the car behind him, watched him as he spoke easily with his son, now together, they looked breathtakingly alike and similar. The same lovely wide smile, enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat and half-moon eyes that sparkled. Jin Soo looked like he belonged with Jimin. Like he'd always belonged with him and i could feel panic build up inside me. I felt like the intruder all of a sudden. Like i was the pnly thing wrong with the picture perfect happiness . 

When the car pulled up to the huge Park Mansion, smack-dab in the middle of Seoul. I felt something very much like nausea creep up my thorat. i had the best and the worst memories of my life here and i'd never once thought I'd be coming back.

Suddenly, Jimin reached out and took my hand in his.

"I've got a different home now. We won't be living here." He said, as though he could read my mind.

I nodded numbly.

Living.

We were going to be living together.

It made no sense.

He hated me. I was supposed to hate him and well, really the entire thing was supposed to be over before it ever began.

"I don't think..." He gave me a look of warning, nodding at Jin Soo and I swallowed my own words. I couldn't talk in front of my perceptive son.

The car drove past the huge Manor and then further into the estate, past rolling meadow, artificial woods and lakes with fauna and flora to rival the world's best . After nearly twenty minutes , we pulled up in front of a modest two-story house, set at the end of the lane.

"You'll have drivers on call at all times. There will be staff to take care of jin Soo and you can drive to your bakery from here." He said briskly, carrying Jin Soo out and directing the chauffeur to bring all the packages in. I hesitated, still feeling like I'd stepped into some sort of an alternate reality. I watched him move and then slowly followed, legs feeling like lead in my shoes.

When I stepped in, the last person I expected to see was Jimin's sister, Jin Hee. I stopped short, heat flooding my face as she stared at me, a mixture of awkward sympathy and concern on her face.

"Min Hee... It's nice to see you.." She said hesitantly and I felt like death. The last time I'd seen her, I'd been branded a prostitute by her mother and kicked out of the house. Bile rose in my throat and humiliation threatened to choke me. Resentment for my husband came in waves. Why on earth was he doing this to me??..

"Please.. don't look so stricken. What's in the past is in the past.... I'd love for us to move on. We were friends back then, weren't we?" She said desperately and I tried not to pull away as she wrapped me in a hug, her arms easily going around me.

"You've become so thin.. Min Hee.." She said disapprovingly and I couldn't trust myself to speak. Suddenly the sound of pattering feet made me lookup and I found myself staring at adorable twin boys, maybe a bit smaller than Jin Soo. Jin Soo too was looking at the newcomers with great interest.

"They're my children. Their father.... well, he isn't in the picture anymore. i stay here with Jimin, i hope you don't mind." She said nervously and I shook my head.

"Of course not.. I.. I won't be here for long anyway..." I stopped when Jimin shot me a glare that could kill.

"She means that we may be going on a honey moon for a few weeks at least. Start fresh." He said loudly.

I tried not to clench my teeth. Honeymoon? Over my dead body...

"That's a wonderful idea. I think you guys .. I mean I've always thought you're meant to be together and well, everyone makes mistakes. What's important is that you love each other and your son, enough to want to move on."

Jin Hee made both of us sound like saints.

I wanted to burst into tears and tell her the truth. That her precious brother had blackmailed me into this.

"We do. By the way, did the designer come?" Jimin asked, standing up and shrugging out of his jacket. I felt my eyes widen as I took in the increased breadth and width of his shoulders and chest, the soft fabric stretching taut against his muscled frame. i didn't have to touch him to know he was probably hard as a rock in all the right places. Even now, he looked every inch the rich, sophisticated CEO that he was.  I felt shabbier than ever considering my own stick thin figure and lank hair.

"Yes. He's left a lot of dresses in the fitting room. Min Hee can try them on..." She smiled brightly.

I frowned.

Try them on?

"I'll take the kids to the play room.." She said brightly and Jin Soo waved cheerfully before rushing away with his new friends, Min Ho and Ji Hoo.

I waited till she was out of earshot before turning to Jimin.

"I don't want you to buy me clothes.." I said automatically and he rolled his eyes.

"They're just some cocktail gown for when we go out in public. "

Public?

"I'm not going to be your trophy wife.." I said angrily .

" If I wanted a trophy wife, I could damn well do better... " He snapped.

I recoiled in disbelief. His sharp tongue had hurt me often during our marriage. Clearly he hadn't changed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't even mean it.. fuck.. you're beautiful and you don't need me to tell you that anyway." He ran an impatient hand through his hair. " What i meant was that, once we get married some public appearances are mandatory. You'll need nice clothes. I'll try to keep you as far from the public eye as possible but ... sometimes it may be impossible to avoid." He said.

i looked away, tired. I hadn't slept in a long time and the days exhaustion was slowly beginning to creep in. My eyes fell on the unwrapped packages of toys on the floor and i bit my lips.

"you're right. You can give him a lot more than I ever can.." I said quietly, staring at the expensive toys which probably cost more than what I'd make in a year.

Jimin made a noise of impatience and stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders suddenly and forcing me to look up at him.

"I didn't mean it that way... " He said roughly, giving me a little shake.

"I can't compete if you throw your money around.." I said softly.

"It's not a competition... I.. i mean if you look that way, he loves you way more than he would ever love me. i cannot compete with the bond you have with him.. But it isn't a competition... Minnie.. I meant what I said. I want to move on from this and trust me it's difficult for me too. But I just.. it's not about whether we can give him more love or more money ...i just want him to have both. His parents love, a comfortable life and a complete family. He deserves it, don't you think?" He said softly , fingers gently massaging my shoulders. The touch was oddly familiar , soothing and normal. While my mind hadn't agreed my bodily was already getting used to being touched, i thought miserably.

"I didn't sleep with Tae Min." I said without thinking.

Jimin stiffened, hands falling off my shoulders.

"Minnie... "

"I swear I didn't.. I never cheated on you..."

"Enough." His voice was low. Furious. " Don't ever mention his name again. Like I said, I'll forget it, for our son's sake. I won't bring it up ever again. Only if you promise not to either. We can't move on if you keep clinging to that ridiculous story... " He snapped.

I sighed in defeat.

"Minnie... listen to me. This doesn't have to be bad. We can make this work. I swear.. I'm.. I'm sorry about the way I handled things back then. I was upset. I was...hurt. I was young and immature. i should have.. i should have been there for you. I looked for you... For a long time.. But i didn't know you changed your surname. "

"I had to ... to get away from the reporters..." I mumbled.

"I didn't know you were pregnant. didn't even consider it. If I had.. God. .. I swear to God I wouldn't have left you alone. But.. But what's done is done. I can't undo it. Neither can you. So we'll just have to agree to put it all behind us. Start something new, together, We don't have to fall in love again but we can respect each other and like each other enough to do the right thing for our son... can't we?" Jimin appealed.

"Okay." I said finally. Too tired to say anything else. There was just too much baggage between us, for it to ever truly work, i thought miserably. But he was right.

It wasn't really about us was it?

Jin Soo would grow up someday and it would be better if he had a complete family. And it's ridiculous how much a mother can be willing to give up for her son. I felt tears sting. I'd been through hell and back, nearly died ,  giving birth to him.

I'd go through it all over again if it meant giving him the life he deserved.

Even if it meant staying with a husband who believed the worst of me.

"It's getting late. I should be going home." I said nervously glancing at the darkening sky.

"About that. Would you like to stay here the night? We have a press conference in the morning and.."

"No.." I said panicking.

Jimin rolled his eyes.

"There's a guest bedroom .. I'm not going to force myself on you..." He said impatiently.

I stared at him.

"I have to open the bakery at seven." I said softly. He shrugged.

"I'll drive you down there. You look like you're going to collapse any second. Jin Soo's already asleep with his cousins.."

cousins. '

Family. My son had a family now. The one thing that I'd always felt so incapable of giving him. 

"Will you... wake me up at seven then?" I said nervously.

My phone was out of charge. usually my body clock was enough to wake me up but I couldn't rely on it when I was so tired and in a different place.

"I'd have to sleep with you then..." He said casually.

The air between us shifted and I felt my breath catch.

Silence.

"Would it be so bad? To sleep with me again?" He said gently and I looked at him in disbelief. He had changed into a grey shirt that hung loose around his collarbones and I noticed that he still had that little dip over his chest to the left of his shoulder, deep enough to hold water. I'd traced, my fingers,  lips, and tongue over that cleft a million times.

"I think it would be the worst mistake of my life." I said , voice trembling.

He sighed.

"We were so good together. At least in the bedroom. I remember that." His voice was husky and I felt my thighs clench involuntarily. He noticed.

Suddenly he moved towards me, quickly, and he was close, so close, nearly touching as he reached out, wrapped one arm around my waist, around me but not touching me at all and I froze in shock. I couldn't throw his arm off because he wasn't touching me. Even though it felt like he was.

"You'll have to do it. Eventually When we marry. To make the marriage legal. " He hummed , bending low till his breath hit the side of my face. He still wasn't touching me but he was all around me. He was everywhere and the scent of clean male skin and shampoo , the sight of his wet hair so close was driving my inhibitions down, but simultaneously driving my terror up.

"Jimin... don't." I choked out.

"It will be hard. to live here together in the same house...under the same roof. Knowing how good we can be together. Knowing how fucking fantastic we can be together..." He said, voice husky and dripping with promise . i shut my eyes.

"Get away from me. Or I'm calling a cab and getting out of here. " I said voice surprisingly steady. He looked like he'd been slapped.

Silence.

"Fine. I'll back off tonight. But in two days we're getting married. And you're coming back into my life. And my bed. Even if i have you to drag you there. "  He said angrily, Then he turned around and stalked off.

I swallowed.

It was better this way. I was better at dealing with angry Jimin , rather than the one who wanted to start fresh.

The one who reminded me too much of the man I'd fallen in love with once.

[adventuresofashli]

Day 2 part 2

so when we realize that it wasn’t the right one we just start waking. bangkok is one of the hottest cities in the world. it averages about 90° here every day with about 75% humidity. so walking sucks and you’re sticky all the time. we come across a restaurant and we’re just like fuck it we’re hungry. i’m not hungry but they order sea food and our waiter is dressed like a gladiator. for dessert they give us this ice drink that looked like it would be strawberry or raspberry. but when we started to eat it we realized it was pink milk which tastes identical to peptobismal. I looked it up and it’s just rose petal flavored milk which is awful. i’m very scarred by anything that is pink looking here. we leave after that and head back to the hotel since it’s getting pretty late. when we get back to the hotel. we decide to watch a movie and do face masks. me and kelly showered and then lauren and sylvia came over to watch stuck in love on my itunes. the wifi here is absolute shit. I have a day 1 on my notepad on my computer that i can’t even upload bc of it. but whatever, then after that we crashed and fell asleep. it was pretty full day. the people here are very nice and are down to always go out and try new things which I vibe very well with. I have a very strong sense of people and can typically tell when I like people or not. i’ve been sending all but really good and healthy vibes from about 2/3 of the people here. there a clique of about 7 people here who are linked through greek life who just don’t talk to anyone of us, so no one really bats an eye towards them. they introduced themselves in the beginning and one of the dudes seemed overall pretty cool but I could sense the others hostility. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like my body just knows when someone has good or bad intentions. both of my friends call it out when I meet their boy toys and booty calls. it’s kind of odd because when I was dating najee i just had this constant feeling of some sort of disconnect between us. I think I was just so focused on tying to make things work out that I overlooked all the red flags. I definitely had on rose colored glasses and it’s something i’ve been more hesitant of eversince. I guess I still really haven’t forgiven myself for but I shall eventually. i also just have a bad tendancy of putting in a lot more effort than the other person. i definitely did all the work and i put 100% into everything and i didn’t get that back in return. it was like i was dating myself. i understand that there’s somedays where they can pnly put in 20% and you have to fill in the other 80%, but it shouldn’t always be like that. i think that also scares me a lot now. there’s a lot of times i’m afraid to commit because i’m afraid i’m going to fall into another one sided relationship and it really holds me back. it almost takes the fun out of it. like i’m holding back my excitedness and feelings over a person i truly like bc i’m so afraid to jump in and decide to only stay in shallow waters. i mean i’ve learned to do things for other people and not expect anything back in return, but it would just be nice ya know? I don’t think i’ve realized how much one person really fucked me up until it’s all written down in words. but hey, you live and you learn and you just keep putting yourself back out there and stay strong and confident. which is exactly what i do. i’m in it to make it work with someone. or just be by myself for the rest of my life. i’m cool with that too lmao. i think i’m at the point in my “dating” timeline where i’m either just like, trap me or leave me alone. it’s also hard to figure out people’s intentions. like, be straight up and be real with me, or leave me alone. i don’t have the time for anything else. i think i’ve slipped out of my hook up phase which is a good thing I think. so many uncertainties.

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

@youwontlikethisblog I can’t answer the comments (idk why, i’ve been using tumblr for years and it’s still a mystery to me lol) but yes! Color is bery important in clothing. Also, yeah, Armando doesn’t explicitly rejects her offerings, but he orders them to all be taken away, even the card (he barely reads it without paying much attention; his voice sounds dull and isn’t really paying much attention when he orders her to take it away). Armando just wasn’t the type of man who cared or liked those kind of things; he thought them ridiculous— it’s pnly aftet starting “dating” Betty that he starts seeing the truly sweet side of the little details.

Oh! Well I haven’t watch much either, but yeah, the show was made on a rush. Gaitán literally finished writing the scripts for thay episode right before starting filming. It was all made in rush (which, if you ask me, makes it even more amazing! The amount of detail thay eent into everything even through the awful working hours, the pressure, the external influences, the limitations, everything! It’s amazing). As the show progresses it’ll become more notorious, unfortunately

Yo Soy Betty, la Fea

So about a month ago I started watching this show as a form to entertain myself, in other words, ironically.

I was introduced to this novela by the Mexican version of it. I grew up with La Fea Mas Bella and during my depressive episodes that was my go to binge show. One day I was sitting on the couch, as one does, and Betty La Fea was on. I laughed for like a solid minute because I thought that acting was so serious that it was hilarious. See I was so used to the dramatics and comedy effects of the Mexican version that I thought the original was just too serious. So as a form to mock myself and the original novela I went on a search for it. Sadly here in the states the only way to watch this show is through NBC/Telemundo and the ads are just so long and it's not even the complete, all 335 aired episodes. Also for me the NBC website crashed to frequent it just made me miserable BUT that's not the point of this.

Hey, hi, I'm a writer.

I feel the need to say this because this show has... I am extremely fascinated by the writer Fernando Gaitan. I haven't seen any of his other works but this show alone is a masterpiece and I don't mean to say this because of the tropes, the moral, or the characters themselves but the mastermind to create so much detail into three minute scenes, the directing and the acting as well just add such a lovely splash of color, of life to this already beautifully written story.

I'm new to this already well established fandom and while I have read many breakdowns of characters, mainly Marcela, I haven't seen much regarding the story itself and many things said and done that foreshadow certain events.

For example, (I'm not sure what episode I'm on because I accidently bought the bootleg version of this novela so chapters aren't titled) This episode is the one when they offer Betty a 10% commission so that she can get Armando to do business with RagTela. The scene in particular however is when Armando is laying in bed with his fiancé, Marcela.

Now this becomes almost a regular thing that I noticed between the lives out of the office between Armando and Betty. We get back to back scenes of Armando with Marcela and then scenes of Betty at home with family or her friends that it becomes almost a way for the viewer, or if this were a book, the reader, to distinguish the difference of lives these two characters have. Though one could assume one is lonely because they don't go out or have a S.O and only work or count numbers is shown in a home with loving parents that are always worried about their child and present in her life and a loving best friend that shares the burden of being outcaste by society and finding the humor in it then we get scenes of a couple always arguing and then jumping into bed. Of a man that while his S.O sleeps lays awake with unheard questions, whose best friend is constantly placing temptations and pushing him to do wrong by his S.O, and whose parents aren't really present and ever only talk about the company or his relationship with Marcela to then again Betty. However in this part of the episode it's Armando awake while Marcela is asleep while Betty writes in her diary and we hear her monologue and then they both drift into sleep.

This becomes a ritual where the viewer can tell the clear line between these two characters and their own worlds.

Why do I mention this?

Because dreams are often, in the literary world, seen as prophecies or for the reader to interpret the future or the secret desires of the character. In other words, a form of foreshadowing.

Now in this episode Armando is laying in bed with Marcela, Betty is writing in her diary and the scenes switch between the both of them until we are taken to a dream. In the dream Betty is wearing a bright red dress with long sleeves, and a red hat with Armando in a black suit(I have theories based on the clothing they wear lol) . They're both dancing to tango. While Betty isn't watching him much, more concentrated in her movements, Armando is busy watching her. We then see him dip her, where she finally stares at him and they near for a kiss, just as they are about to kiss we hear Betty's name echo and she straightens up and walks away, while Armando is left there confused and alone.

Why do I think the mention of this dream is important?

Up until this we've seen Armando go from feeling indifferent about Betty. He is a terrible boss and constantly yells and mistreats her to then being fazed by her tears, to having moments of being a good boss and defending her. We begin to see a pattern of Armando's change towards her. Even before the terrible plan to use her is set and I believe that Fernando Gaitan used these dreams to not only give a break of humor and show Betty's crush towards Armando but to give the viewers a look into an otherwise unbothered, unfazed, and mysterious character's mind. AKA Armando Mendoza's own personal feelings towards Betty.

This is solidify by the dream they both share the night that Mario tells Armando about the plan to win Betty's heart to secure the company.

When we're learning to be good story tellers we're told that when writing you writer for yourself. The first draft is a huge info dump. While editing you take out all the unimportant factors and scenes, no matter how much you love that scene if it doesn't help with the plot, character development, or pushing the story forward, it's to be taken out of the story. Therefore most things are written with the intention to mean something. The cuts between Armando and Betty before we see this dream signify that it was both of them having the same dream.

I believe that this was the moment we start seeing the bend between their own worlds outside of the office.

Now, I'd love to have more cohesive analyses of the episodes because this is as if a book came to life. A lot of people in the fandom believe that Armando wouldn't had ever fallen in love with Betty had it not been for Mario who told Armando to make Betty fall in love with him to secure the company, a lot of small details in the character development and the story say otherwise and I have no one to talk to about these small details so maybe this blog might change from being a writers blog to the occasional fandom reblog to now being an analytical commenter of Yo Soy Betty, La Fea.

Even if no one ends up reading this, I need to get it out of my system so until next time.

[recentanimenews]

Bookshelf Briefs 7/30/20

Blue Flag, Vol. 2 | By KAITO | VIZ Media – How do I already love these kids this much?! Blue Flag is the story of four friends in their third year of high school who care about each other but who are all also dealing with their own problems and trying to figure out what they want to do with their lives. I especially love Taichi and identify so much with the childhood memory he shares with Masumi—“I regretted my inaction so badly.” Taichi is always trying to become the sort of person who can act (and supports Futaba as she seeks to make the same change in herself). And thus, we are inexorably led to the cliffhanger of this volume, where Taichi gets the chance at a do-over, seizes it without a moment’s hesitation, and perhaps pays another, different price this time. I’ve never meant “I can’t wait for the next volume!” more than I have this time. – Michelle Smith

Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction, Vol. 8 | By Inio Asano | Viz Media – We finally get one of the big reveals in this volume, which involves the origin of Oran and the sort of girl she used to be. It also gives us, even if it’s not quite the real thing, an origin story of the friendship between her and Kadode, and it’s really sweet and fun. That said, their meeting with an alien goes very differently here, and the series finally begins to tie in with all of the Doraemon parodies that it’s been using at the start and end of each volume. Sadly, this is not a good thing, and the entire volume ends on a horrifically nightmarish cliffhanger that I can’t see ending any way but tragically. As always, I hate reading this series, one of the best manga I’m currently reading. If that makes sense. – Sean Gaffney

Dr. STONE, Vol. 12 | By Riichiro Inagaki and Boichi | Viz Media – We’re going on a boat journey, taking along most of the important cast members, in order to discover the island with Sena’s dad’s past and also find platinum, which can help speed up un-stoning everyone. Unfortunately, there are villains about, and they take out most of the cast, who are petrified once more. In between this, we get a lot of cool Jump adventure, some goofy gags, some fun surprises (we know that Suika would stow away somehow, the question was how) and some serious drama as, well, the cast is being re-petrified by powerful unknown villains. There’s nothing earth-shattering in this particular volume, but it still adds up to a great time. – Sean Gaffney

Haganai: I Don’t Have Many Friends, Vol. 18 | By Yomi Hirasaka and Itachi | Seven Seas – I could review this entire volume, but honestly, the last 50 or so pages sort of dwarf the rest of it. We are reminded, as is the school, that Sena is fantastic at everything and has no idea that other people can’t do what she does. This all comes to a head at the Christmas party, where she starts to be attacked for all of her bad points, and lashes out at everyone in a justified but ill-thought-out diatribe. Which is then passed to Yozora, who also defends Sena and finally, amazingly, admits that the two of them are friends. This may be more important than which girl Kodaka picks, to be honest, and is absolutely fantastic. (Speaking of Kodaka, his solution is very Hachiman, and works about as well). – Sean Gaffney

Moms | By Yeong-shin Ma | Drawn & Quarterly – One thing in particular that makes Moms stand out from other manhwa in translation (and honestly many other comics in general) is the focus of its narrative—the lives and loves of mothers in their fifties. The volume takes direct inspiration from the creator’s own mother after she shared some of her personal experiences and stories about her friends. While there is some humor and absurdity, the resulting work’s realism is gutting as the characters navigate divorces, affairs, workplace harassment, and constantly shifting allegiances. A central thread is an on-again, off-again relationship between Soyeon and her boyfriend Jongseok. Without him she’s lonely, with him she’s miserable, a common theme in Moms. Most of the men in the work are frankly disappointing human beings. The women aren’t always entirely blameless, but they’ve put up with a lot, so it’s exhilarating to witness when they can live their lives with uninhibited gusto. – Ash Brown

Secret XXX | By Meguru Hinohara | SuBLime – Secret XXX is pretty explicit and features a seme who says things like “Too late. I’m not stopping now” and “I love your feeble protests,” but also includes a lot of cute bunnies. Shohei Ikushima is a college student who believes he is allergic to rabbits but still volunteers at Itsuki Mito’s bunny-exclusive pet shop because he’s fallen in love with the gentle-seeming proprietor. I can’t tell if what I found frustrating is intentional characterization, or simply that the narrative had to make Shohei look vapid in order to work. Like, he never actually considered “Do I even swing this way?” until he was literally in bed with Mito. And no one (including his parents, evidentally) ever suggested antihistamine until he finally sees a doctor. I did like the emphasis on appreciating family, though, and plan to read the spinoff starring Mito’s meddling little brother. – Michelle Smith

A Sign of Affection, Vol. 2 | By suu Morishita | Kodansha Comics (digital only) – A lot of shoujo titles are content to move along at a glacial pace, and the good ones do that by keeping the character solid. Yuki and Itsuomi are still feeling each other out. She’s fallen in love for the first time, but has communication issues that go beyond her deafness, and also a childhood friend who (I suspect) likes her more than she is aware. Asd for Itsuomi, he has some past baggage that really isn’t going away, and has goals for the future that do not involve being in Japan—goals which are likely more important to him than romance. Despite that, these two are very cute together, and you’re rooting for them to find a way to make things work. One of the better recent digital-pnly titles. – Sean Gaffney

Spy x Family, Vol. 1 | By Tatsuya Endo | VIZ Media – It only took a few pages for me to completely fall in love with Spy x Family. Debonair “Twilight” is an experienced spy for Westalia, but when his next mission requires him to quickly acquire both wife and child, he ends up choosing an assasassin (Yor) for a bride and a telepath (Anya) for a daughter. Neither Twilight nor Yor is aware of the other’s real line of work, but Anya knows all. Only, she loves her new life and family so much that she isn’t going to say anything to jeopardize it. In fact, she’s doing her best to get accepted into a prestigious school so that Twilight can get closer to his target and they can all continue to stay together. I really like all the characters, the “found family” trope always works for me, the tone is fun, and the art is stylish. More, please, and soon! – Michelle Smith

Takane & Hana, Vol. 15 | By Yuki Shiwasu | Viz Media – The bulk of this volume introduces us to Takane’s mother, who is a lot like he is in both looks and eccentricity, and turns out to have a checkered past with her son that, to no one’s surprise, involves bad communication. Hana tries to get the two of them to make up while also showing off how she’s a great match for Takane, and her cheer is infectious. That said, the background does remind readers just how high a bar Hana has to clear if she’s going to end up happily ever after with the guy she loves. The series is gearing up for its finale, and I suspect that class conflict is really going to come to the fore here. But at least she’s won over Mom, which is a big start. – Sean Gaffney

A Witch’s Printing Office, Vol. 3 | By Mochinchi | Yen Press – Following up on the last cliffhanger, there is another Japanese person here, and he’s actually gone about things the proper isekai way, as opposed to our heroine, Yomiko… um, I mean Mika. Yeah, about that, I get the feeling that 80% of the people reading this series are reading it because they want to see Yomiko from Read or Die in an isekai setting. It even feels like the super-ditzy side of her, as opposed to, well, the other, less popular aspects of Yomiko. As for the manga itself, there’s more Comiket gags, Mika managing to accidentally get a town popular, an ancient spellcaster possessing exactly the wrong person, and a rival publishing company. This is big goofy fun, sort of slice-of-isekai life-ish, but lacks any substance at all. – Sean Gaffney

By: Ash Brown

[billcipherrp]

Bill sent a wink Arthur's way. "Don't bust ooen in your pants now," he quipped before sticking two of his fingers into his mouth. He wanted to make them nice and wet. It was pnly when they were dripping with spit did he take the head of Asmo's cock into his mouth and slip one of his fingers in. He kept all of his focus on the head as he worked his second finger in, only sliding dow when he started stretching Asmo open. He made sure he went deeper as he sunk down, stroking his sweet spots whenever he got the chance.

But he wasn't going to let him cum yet, no.

He came off of Asmo's dick with one last teasing lick to the undersidebefore standing up and undoing his pants just enough. Taking more spit on his hand, he started to slick himself up.

"You know I could cum on you just like this," he purred, "You look so beautiful for me Princess, and you sing so wonderfully for me. But you want my dick right? You want me to fuck you silly in front of the demon king?"

He stopped, leaning forward, his arms caging Asmo as the head of his dick pressed against his enterence, "Tell me how badly you want it, tell me whag you want to happen what you're hoping for. Tell your knight everything that's going on in that pretty head of yours."

He gave one last side glance, smirking at Arthur as his eyes wandered down to his hard, aching cock and back up. Then his attention went back to Asmo.

❥"Billlllll!" The avatar of lust called before walking into the room and perking. "There you are! Come play princess and demon king with me!"

😈As Asmodeus walked in, he was holding a leash and on the end of that leash was Arthur in his demon form. "If I'm the demon king here, why am I leashed up??"

"Who ever said you were the demon king this time around big guy?" Bill chuckled, sticking his tongue out at Arthur. Oh he was already loving this situation.

He quickly turned his attention back towards Asmo and looked him over. "Oh don't you look gorgeous!" he took Asmo's face in his hands and kissed his nose, "Just as pretty as a picture. Now what's this lil game of yours entail?"

[gold-tcm]

What are we fighting for

Hi guys this is Tajma Cameron TajMA'sLeionBrada it's 2017 and I am about the "New Year...New You"

Let's examine the the pains of last year, release, renew and revitalize

Purge Whats going on inside of you so you can emerge with your external beauty matching your internal renewal and allowing that to  create the external world around you. ~~~~~~~\~~~\\\~~~\~~~~~~ What are we fighting for .

I  have been  really convicted to speak on this i was in community prayer last night and was really just thrown in my spirit.

We pray every week for the community we pray for families for children.

But, yet every week we sit in a prayer service that has a hand full of people "but when 2 or 3 come together  he is in the midst"

But, what if god is grieved and wants more then 2 or three to come together more then what is okay for the pastor. 8s it okay for the pastor to say "we will pnly do our part and let jesus do the rest"

But Faith  without works is dead"

And our churches are dying because  they want to stay comfortable, with thete religous and guardian  spirits that they have made friends with.

If they are convicted... change it,

Now is not the season to sit idolly by and wait for change to occur. What happened to the pastors of old that were willing to step out take the risk, stand on the bridge at selma, to march on Washington... to be the sparks that egnight the change... to be the ones that die trying,

What do you do when your leaders don't want to play nice with each other, 53 churchs in the same area and abhand full working together, if all the chuches came together and drive out the problem you could see solution. Dr Mathew L Stevens said it best "Now, we are in a time of change God is separating the talkiers from the doers the comfortable from the ones that aren't afraid to walk in there Jesus anointing to flip some tables overs for God"

Gods about winning souls not pacifying the public, before there is no chuch for us to preach in.

I was shocked to hear a pator say they weten't concerned with government, prestige, honor and prominence... when these are the very thimgs needed to sit at the right tables to see the right changes changes be made...like speaking against proparity it is Needed and nessary to do the work in the kingdom... other wise "YOU STAY BROKE!!!"

The community reflects how broken you are and you make no significant change in your own community expect  looking good preaching on the pulpit, but i guess your just to busy fo do that, so you make you right and everything else wrong...but God will be the judge and jury on that.

So, what are we truly fighting for or are we even fighting at all.

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