#eng lit mark

[thebirdandhersong]

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[salsflore]

just got home from school ～ ate a sandwich to cheer myself up, think i’ll play genshin for a bit and nap ... pulling on shenhe’s banner solves everything

[nihilityuniverse]

CREATOR | Genshin x FEM! Reader

In which, You, The Creator, descend onto Teyvat as a Human in disguise.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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ENG is not my First language

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Also available on Wattpad: Chapter 1

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Long, long ago, even before humans existed, our beloved Creator walked upon the land they had formed, accompanied by dragons and living harmoniously with their creations. Their mere presence caused bountiful fruits and vegetables to grow, and with each step they took, golden flowers blossomed.

As time passed and the first mortals and gods emerged on Teyvat, the Creator ascended to a higher plane, beyond the understanding of mortals and gods. Yet, their gaze never left Teyvat, always watching over their creation.

But then, without warning, the tranquil and pure presence vanished into thin air. The following day, disaster erupted across Teyvat, accompanied by numerous cataclysms. All living beings were left bewildered, not knowing what offense they had committed to warrant such a punishment from their Creator. This tragic event became an indelible mark in Teyvat's history.

In the present day, tales of our Creator are rarely spoken, and only a few ancient scripts remain to remember them. It seems as though humans have forgotten and abandoned the Creator, the memory of their grace fading into obscurity.

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Descending back onto the physical plane as a human felt both alien and exhilarating. The first gasp for air filled your lungs with a sharp, cool sensation, invigorating and strange after eons of ethereal existence. Each breath tasted of the earthy, ancient air of Teyvat, grounding you in a way you had almost forgotten.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, taking in the dimly lit chamber. You found yourself back inside the old temple where you had once departed from this world, your first creation of both the planet and the universe it resided in.

The room was vast and ancient, with high, vaulted ceilings adorned with faded frescoes depicting the dawn of creation. The stone walls were etched with intricate runes and symbols, remnants of a time long past. Torches flickered softly in their sconces, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the ages.

You were lying on top of a stone slab, the surface cold and unyielding beneath you. A simple white robe clothed your new form, its fabric coarse against your skin, yet comforting in its simplicity.

You raised your hands, watching eagerly as you moved each finger. The sensation was foreign, a mix of fascination and discomfort. The human body felt both fragile and potent, a vessel brimming with possibilities.

Attempting to stand, you found your legs unsteady, and you tumbled to the hard, cold ground with a soft thud. "Ugh..." you huffed, the sound escaping your lips, a blend of frustration and determination.

You tried to stand up, but your arms and legs were still shaking. You let out a sigh. 'This body is more fragile than I thought it would be...' you mused. 

Crafting this body had been a complex task, designed to contain a tiny fraction of your powers and your Consciousness while still maintaining a link to your true form in the higher plane.

With a surge of determination, you mustered your energy and stood up again. You managed a few unsteady steps before crashing against the stone door. Sweat dripped down your forehead, and you panted, feeling the strain of physical exertion for the first time in ages.

Bracing yourself against the cool, solid surface of the door, you took a moment to catch your breath. 

The temple was eerily silent, the only sounds being your labored breathing and the faint echo of distant memories.

You placed your hands on the old, heavy stone door, trying to push it open with every ounce of physical strength in your frail body. It was as if you were trying to move a mountain. Your muscles trembled with the effort, and despite your determination, the door remained stubbornly immobile.

Realizing the futility of brute force, you closed your eyes and placed your hand gently on the door. Focusing intently, you drew upon the small reservoir of power within you. A faint white light began to emanate from the palm of your hand, soft and ethereal. It tingled through your body, warm and invigorating, as if tiny sparks of energy danced beneath your skin.

Slowly, the heavy door began to open, not through physical effort, but as if invisible, imaginary threads were pulling it open from the other side. You could feel the ancient mechanisms responding to your power, groaning softly as they shifted. The door yielded, inch by inch, until it finally stood ajar, allowing a soft breeze to drift into the temple.

With wobbly legs, you walked outside and were greeted by a vast expanse of vibrant green stretching out before you. The sounds of birds chirping echoed in the distance, a symphony of life resonating through the forest. Your eyes widened with excitement as you hurriedly ventured deeper into the forest, mesmerized by its magical allure.

Each step you took landed on a bed of soft moss, the texture cushioning your feet like the most luxurious mattress. The sensation was soothing and delightful, a stark contrast to the hard stone of the temple. 

Above, a canopy of trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves creating a symphony of whispers. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow that danced around you in an enchanting display.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the earthy aroma of the forest floor. You took a deep breath, the freshness of the air invigorating you. The sounds of chirping birds and the distant babble of a stream created a soothing background melody, a gentle reminder of the life teeming around you.

Massive trees with trunks wide enough to house entire rooms rose majestically around you. Their leaves were an array of colors, from the deepest greens to shimmering golds, reflecting the sunlight in a magical display. The forest floor was dotted with flowers of every hue, some glowing faintly, adding to the breathtaking atmosphere.

You spun around in happiness, full of energy, as you took in the beautiful scenery. You had always gazed at the planets from afar, observing them and the mortals who inhabited them, but never being able to feel it, to live it. Now, you were here, a part of this vibrant world, experiencing its wonders firsthand.

Every moment in this new form felt like a gift, a chance to connect with the creation you had so lovingly crafted. The forest welcomed you with open arms, and for the first time in millennia, you felt truly alive.

As you ventured deeper into the forest, every flower, tree, and plant you passed seemed to bloom brighter and more lively than ever before. With each step you took, golden flowers blossomed in your trail, a testament to your presence.

You were filled with happiness, giggling in delight. 'So this is what feelings are like!' you thought.

In your true form, you had never experienced such sensations. Witnessing this firsthand was truly amazing! Creating a human body, a vessel capable of containing even a fraction of your essence, had been the most difficult part, especially after observing billions of humans from different planets and universes simultaneously.

Lost in the scenery, you suddenly tripped over a root and went rolling down a hill. "Woahh," you yelped, and before you realized it, you tumbled off a cliff.

The wind rushed past your face, your hair whipping wildly as you plummeted through the air. Time seemed to slow as you neared the water's surface, the crystal-clear lake shimmering beneath you.

You hit the water with a splash, the coldness enveloping you instantly. The shock of the cold water against your skin was invigorating, every nerve ending coming alive with the sensation. You sank momentarily, the water muffling all sound, creating a serene, otherworldly silence. The lake's clarity allowed you to see the sunbeams piercing through the water, creating dancing patterns of light.

As you resurfaced, you gasped for air, the coolness filling your lungs. You floated there for a moment, feeling the gentle sway of the water around you, the chill seeping into your bones but also refreshing you. The lake was a pristine, tranquil haven, the cold water a stark contrast to the warmth of the forest above.

You laughed, a joyous sound that echoed across the water. This was living, truly living, and the exhilaration of it all was beyond anything you had ever imagined. Every experience, every sensation, was a marvel, and you couldn't wait to see what other wonders this world had in store for you.

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Alhaitham, the current scribe of the Sumeru Akademiya, strode through the dense forest, searching for a very ancient ruin unknown to ordinary people and even the scholars.

This might seem an odd and unnecessary task for a scribe, yet Alhaitham justified it as part of his duty to document rare and important findings.

In Sumeru, the role of a scribe involves more than just classifying and archiving documents. The scribe is a key figure with access to vast and profound knowledge.

Alhaitham fits this role perfectly, possessing information unknown to most, and often comparable to the Grand Conservator. His privileged access to ancient texts has made him a repository of wisdom.

The reason for his solitary search lay in an old relic he had discovered, written in an ancient language and not recorded in the Akasha system.

The relic spoke of a sacred ruin where the Divine Creator had left Teyvat and ascended to a higher plane. Driven by his scholarly curiosity and desire to understand the world's underlying principles, Alhaitham was compelled to verify the existence of this ruin.

As he ventured deeper into the forest of Sumeru, he noticed flowers and plants blooming with an unusual brightness. Intrigued, he followed the path marked by these vibrant plants.

His light turquoise eyes fell upon a pair of golden flowers, their petals shimmering in the sunlight. He blinked, thinking it was an illusion, but as he stepped closer and touched the flowers, they felt real, their golden hue dazzling in the sun's rays.

"Golden flowers bloom in the trail of the Divine Creator's steps," Alhaitham recalled the old tale.

He gazed back at the brightly bloomed flora and then at the golden flowers. As he connected the dots, a sense of wonder and realization washed over him.

This finding...

A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. His usually composed demeanor wavered, his heart pounding with the weight of this revelation.

The Divine Creator... has finally descended.

The significance of what lay before him was overwhelming. These golden flowers, blooming so vividly and impossibly in his path, could only mean one thing.

The legend was not just a myth; it was unfolding right before his eyes. The Creator, whose presence had been absent for millennia, had returned to Teyvat.

Alhaitham's mind raced with questions and possibilities. What could this mean for Teyvat? For its people and gods? He felt a profound sense of duty to document and understand this momentous event.

But beyond his scholarly curiosity, a deeper desire stirred within him. The golden flowers only bloomed in the Creator's steps.

If he could follow this trail, he might find the Creator themselves. The thought was both exhilarating and daunting. To meet the being who had crafted this world was a prospect beyond his wildest dreams.

As he pressed on, the golden flowers continued to guide him, their radiant glow a beacon of hope and discovery. The forest seemed to part before him, welcoming him deeper into its mystical embrace.

He was on the path of the Divine Creator, and he was determined to see where it led.

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"You ask, what does the Creator look like?"

"Hahaha... my child, we do not know. According to the sacred texts, our Creator is shapeless or may take on different forms to our eyes. What is important is that all beings in Teyvat will recognize when our Creator has descended."

"You ask me how?"

"Oh, little Haitham, this is quite simple, especially for those who wield visions, for they will feel the presence unmistakably."

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[revehae]

all the rage

pairing ↠ nerd!mark x (f) reader

genre .. warnings ↠ smut, dubcon, nerd!mark, virgin!mark, coercion/blackmail, unprotected sex, nonconsented recording, oral, implied bimbo!reader

summary ↠ mark is sick and tired of being ignored by you and only being worthful when you need to get your homework done. meanwhile, you don’t hesitate to flash your body to any stupid jock. so, he cooks up the perfect plan - blackmail.

wc ↠ 4.5k

a/n ↠ part 3/5 of the college-capades series!

don’t like it, don’t read.

it was never difficult for mark, or any other student, to conclude whether or not you’d walked into a room. either there would be a crude cacophony of whistles from boys or none too subtle whispers from girls that wrenched their faces in contempt.

mark wanted to give them all, man or woman, a very large, unforgiving piece of his mind. the men that sat there, laughing and smirking amongst themselves, lusting over what should’ve only been his. the women that rolled their eyes and blatantly disrespected you to obscure their own insecurities.

still, you never paid those girls even half the mind they were indebted to you, parading over to a popular athlete it was no secret most girls would sell an arm and a leg for and sitting squarely on his lap. like clockwork, the chosen boys would drape you in a blanket of attention, and you’d do something adjacent to giggling and leaning flush against their chests. whereas mark was left in the corner of the room to sulk and brood, never afforded more than a cute smile and a compliment. the sight of you with other men filled him with unadulterated jealousy and rage.

this week, it was jung jaehyun you were after like a pack of hyenas, the captain of the basketball team. only a couple of weeks before, it was lee jeno, the star player of the hockey team.

it felt as if you were deliberately spreading your legs for anyone that wasn’t mark, making it a point to remind him that he was just a tool in your pocket. he beat his brain out trying to decipher why it was that you’d yet to have given yourself to him. he knew it was not because you were apparently friends. you had fucked anyone from your friends to even your eng lit professsor.

it wasn’t like your qualifications extended only to athletes, and even if they did, mark was literally a member of the basketball team. maybe it was because he was something of a nerd, never not found with his nose in a book, but mark had proven himself more useful to you than any of the undeserving boys you’d given chances to. when he tutored you and let you borrow his notes, all he received was a thank you and a grateful kiss to the cheek. but had anyone else lent you a favor - or even looked at you a certain way - your mouth would fall much, much lower.

today, you’d been clinging to jaehyun, laughing at seemingly every little thing he said. the sight of you together, your bodies so close and jaehyun’s hand at your very exposed thigh, ignited white hot rage within mark, though he willed himself to remain calm. he was clever and that was his advantage. you’d never see his plan coming, and then you would have no choice but to be his.

unbeknownst to you, mark had overheard your conversation with professor kim doyoung the other day, not failing to note that he had a special meeting scheduled with you. you were so busy, like one dick would never be enough for you. as soon as mark knew, he hid a camera in the office, and there was only a matter of time before you fell desperately into his clutches.

that was why when he saw jaehyun in the locker room that day, and overheard his teammates talking about you, mark breathed with more ease and less ire, for the most part tuning out their conversation.

johnny pulled out his phone and called his teammates around to take a look. “look at this fucking bimbo.”

one of them, haechan, grinned mischievously and nudged jaehyun in the side. “yo, you tap that yet, jay?”

jaehyun chuckled, replying, “nah, but she gave me top in the back of my car. took that shit like a champ. she said she’ll let me hit if we win tonight, though.”

jaemin snorted and said, “pfft. i bet she’d fuck you even if we lose. but i know one thing - a slut like that is getting it from somewhere else if she’s waiting that long.”

when mark saw that picture of you on johnny’s phone, everything else became white noise. he was trying not to grow hard at the sight of you, though judging from their dialogue, his fellow teammates were obviously a hell of a lot more shameless. he shoved the thought of jaehyun fucking you out of his brain, only tantalized by thoughts of him and you.

that night, they won. 

you were walking around with a limp to your steps the following day, giddy and carefree. mark could only guess why, but he refused to think of you with anyone that wasn’t him. he was a man on a mission.

when mark approached you, you blinked in surprise, johnny, though shot him an inviting smile. more often than not, you tended to forget he was even there. he was always in his own little world. you greeted, “hi, markie. can i help you?”

mark cleared his throat and realized that he probably should have planned what he was going to say in advance. being so close to you never failed to make his brain slam on the brakes. “i, um, have to show you something.”

you cocked a brow. “like what?”

“it’s a secret,” mark insisted, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “will you come with me?”

you shrugged. “sure.” as far as you were concerned, you’d gauged mark to be relatively harmless.

mark gave you a bashful little smile, and you grabbed your bag before leaving, letting him lead the way. whatever he had in store for you, you were none the wiser.

mark was fighting a sly little grin. so far, so good. if all went smoothly, it would only be the two of you at the dorms for a while, meaning mark could do as he pleased. sure, a college dorm wasn’t the ideal place to hook up with you for a number of reasons, but he knew that he would have you nice and controlled in a matter of moments.

in the corridor, you clung to mark’s side, resting your head against his body, and broke the silence to remark, “you smell good.”

mark, flushed, stammered, “thank you.”

you stifled a snicker. it was no secret that mark had something of a crush on you (as many boys did), and you enjoyed stirring reactions out of him every once in a while. he had always been shy, but whenever you came into the equation, it was like his whole system shut down. needless to say, you found it cute.

though inside mark’s head, none of it was ever enough for him. he didn’t see it as you innocently flirting with him. he took it as you toying with him, poking fun at him. like you were trying to ridicule him by shoving his reactions in his face and tell him that that was why you never gave him the time of day. he was just a pawn in an even bigger game, but not anymore. all of that came to an end today.

mark unlocked the door and took you to his room. you took a couple of glances around the place as you walked through the hallway. it was empty.

sitting your bag down on his bed, you asked sweetly, “so, what did you have to show me?”

you were a little surprised, and confused, when mark pulled out his phone of all things. he simply shoved it in your face and his tiny smile dropped when he asked expressionlessly, “is this you?”

your eyes flickered. to your horror, it was a video of you getting railed by doyoung in his office. you remembered feeling inexplicably watched, but doyoung had taken no risks when it came to getting caught, because he had a career at stake. your face was very clear in the video, lips parted while you moaned your professor’s name, and to make matters worse, his voice was audible, doyoung growling, “keep clenching around my dick like that and you’ll never fail another test.”

mark chuckled at the sight of the blood draining from your face, the realization settling in, and he asked, “wouldn’t it be funny if the whole school got this video?”

you reached out, trying to grab the phone, but mark lifted it over your head. 

“ah, ah, ah,” he sang, taunting. “this is mine.”

you cried out, “mark, you can’t show this to anyone!”

“well, no, actually. i think i can,” mark hummed, pretending to ponder his options. “there’s many different ways. i could post it on a website, you know. title it ‘young whore gets railed by her own professor.’ or i could send it in the team group chat and let them do all the heavy lifting.”

you fell down to your knees, tears in your eyes as you crouched before him and begged, “mark, please. i just wanted to get a good grade. i’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t show anyone. this will ruin me.”

that piqued mark’s interest. “whatever i want?”

you bobbed your head, wiping tears from your face with the back of your hand, and traveled your hand up his leg as you realized he was already pathetically hard. “is there anything i can… help you with?”

mark sat at the edge of his bed, grunting, “take a wild guess.”

you knew what that meant, lifting your hands to remove his pants. mark helped you take off his underwear, bundling at his ankles with the rest of his clothes. his hard cock stood thick against his stomach, desperately angry too, just like the rest of him.

mark watched you lick a stripe down your hand before grabbing his cock in your fist, stroking him up and down. after imagining this moment for a thousand days and a thousand nights, his bare cock in your skilled hands, his dreams were finally becoming a reality. there were many times in the months that mark had been silently aching for you that he fisted his own cock, pretending it was you.

“fuck,” mark groaned, eyes closing.

part of him was in disbelief. this whole time, all it took was a little blackmail to get you on your knees for him? had he known that, mark would’ve done this a hell of a lot sooner.

then, you darted your tongue around his slit, bringing it down to lick at his shaft and tongue his balls. mark grabbed a fistful of your hair and locked it in place behind your head, not only to keep it out of your face, but to have something to anchor himself with when he felt as if he was going under.

and with your experience, that would happen a lot of times.

it was almost like you were pulling out all of the stops to convince him not to circulate that video of you, and judging from the desperate look in your eyes, mark pieced together that it may have not been too far from the truth. he wondered how many other guys had seen you truly desperate, not just the little shows you put on to get your way. you treated men like toys and the world like your personal playground, where boys were your subjects to bend and twist however you pleased, because you took your power from making them need you.

but mark was certain that he was the first to have the upper hand over you, something you didn’t have leverage over. everybody knew of your sexcapades with boy after boy, but only because they were always verbally spread. never had anyone seen physical proof of these little trysts, other than your little limps when you got fucked too hard.

mark wanted that. he didn’t want anyone to see your body so exposed, but he wanted everyone to know that he’d finally conquered you, and he wanted you to be unable to deny it. he wanted to fuck you so vigorously that you wouldn’t even be able to walk for the next couple of days.

you could keep a secret if you really wanted to. given the amount of times he had tutored you for a number of different courses, he was certain that doyoung couldn’t have been the only professor you fucked. having a brain just wasn’t something little whores like you were good at. mark would take good care of you if you kept pleasing him like this, and only him. you would never need another man as long as you had him to do your bidding.

there was a lewd, wet sound when you finally sucked mark’s cock into your mouth, followed by a shaky exhale of your name coming from his end. he yanked at your hair just a little, met with a muffled noise against his cock. “fuck, you’re so good at this,” mark hissed.

you only hummed because there was nothing that you could say with the tip of his dick hitting the very back of your throat. your mouth was so warm, so wet, mark couldn’t help but utter a string of profanities, stammering, “fuck,” over and over again. when you were in the picture, his genius brain couldn’t function, especially not enough for a broad vocabulary.

while one hand was tangled in your hair, mark kept his other hand bunched at his sheets, gripping them for dear life. yours were at his thighs, supporting you while you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, your pretty lips tight around his cock. his roommate wasn’t supposed to be back for a few hours and mark hoped it stayed that way, because he planned on taking his time with you.

too many months had been spent pining lostly for you, amounting to nothing in your life and hardly even being spared a glance in his general direction. for a few hours at the very least, he had you all to himself, and he was going to make sure that when you left, you would never forget him.

after he was done collecting his long overdue, much-needed apology in the form of your mouth bringing him to climax. and it wouldn’t be long before you finished him, because mark could feel himself inching closer and closer to climax the longer you warmed his size.

he started to rock his cock into the back of your throat, ruining the careful pace you’d set and grabbing a hold of the reins, fucking your mouth however he liked. you took it eagerly, struggling, but eager nonetheless.

your grip on his thighs tightened, as if you would slip away from the force of his erratic thrusts against your poor mouth. you knew your throat was going to be so hoarse by the end of it all and mark would fold the second he heard your weak voice.

the chants of your name and deep curses got louder, more repetitive as mark continued to use your mouth to get off. you started to gag, but the feeling, combined with the misty look in your eyes, did nothing but encourage mark’s movements and spur him on.

his pace got rougher. the clasp on your hair was unrelenting. his thrusts lost all rhythm, sporadic as they could ever be, until you heard the anticipated prolonged stretch of, “shit,” and all his movements came to a complete standstill. his cum painted the back of your tongue and you made your best effort to swallow it all, gulping it back as quickly as it came. literally.

when he released your hair, you pulled back, your chest heaving while you watched mark try to blink the dazed look out of his eyes. you were the first girl to give him head and it enraged him to think that jaehyun had a similar experience in the back of his car, because though you were the first mark ever had, he was also certain that you would be the best.

your eyes were widened and you played coy, asking demurely, “did i do okay?”

“fuck,” was all that mark could say, back dropping against the mattress. you’d officially sucked the soul of him. 

that was answer enough. you wiped some remaining drops of semen from your mouth with the back of your hand and rose from your knees. mark had your entire future at the palm of his hands right now and you were completely at his mercy, so you figured it was in your best interest to be meek. “is there anything else i can do, markie?”

mark scanned you with his eyes, observing you from head to toe. your voice was definitely a little raspy from how far he had shoved himself down your throat and he loved every second of it. all the proof that you’d taken him.

you gasped out when mark grabbed you by the throat and whipped you onto the mattress, hovering over you. you got whiplash from how jarring it was. you were accustomed to the shy, reticent mark that couldn’t even look you in the face for too long without spluttering. “you’ve done enough,” mark said. “just lie here and stay still.”

you bobbed your head, in no position to complain. he could ruin your life and your professor’s in just a few clicks, and that was enough to terrify you into compliance, although you didn’t express how genuinely fearful you were.

mark released your throat, crawling between your legs. you were wearing this tiny fucking miniskirt and it made him so horny he got sick. the audacity of you to walk around like this, turning heads and turning people on. you instinctively spread your thighs for him, a gesture that made mark scoff, and he hardened again at the sight of your damp thong.

fuck, you must’ve really wanted him, too. just sucking dick got you aroused like that? of course, it did. you were the biggest fucking slut the campus’s ever known.

“shit,” mark whispered, touching you through your panties. you were his fantasy.

mark slipped your thong to the side, just wanting to stop and marvel at the sight of your pussy before he stuffed you full of his cock and went to town. your panties, damp as they were, kept clinging to your skin. your folds were wet and he couldn’t help but want a little taste, basking in the noise you let out when he started to lick at your pussy.

all he could hear was your airy breathing and the sound of him tonguing your cunt while your thighs tried to squash his head. he even didn’t mind it. the only thing mark cared about in that moment was savoring the taste of you.

“mark-ie,” you moaned, threading your hands through his hair.

the sound of you calling out his name, that fucking nickname you loved to taunt him with, made his cock throb and twitch against the side of his bed. you were just so enticing.

“gonna fuck you now,” mark announced, separating from your cunt.

you whined, “hurry.”

you were raising your hips, impatiently waiting to feel his touch on your skin again. mark was quick to line himself up at your entrance, steering his hard cock deep inside your cunt with one thrust. you cried out that stupid fucking nickname again while he watched with fascination how you swallowed him whole.

your pussy felt just as warm as your mouth, but tighter. mark couldn’t wrap his head around how you squeezed him, kneading his cock, wet little noises coming from your cunt with every motion of his hips. you were better than anything he could have ever imagined and this was just the beginning.

“you’re so much bigger than i thought,” you whispered, intending to keep the little confession to yourself, but it was out before you could put a lid on it.

that was conflicting to mark. on the one hand, it enraged him to a capacity beyond being fathomable. you thought he was small? but on the other, it confirmed that you did think about him, and it gave him such an ego boost to know that you thought he was big.

mark couldn’t help but ask, “am i bigger than professor kim?”

“thicker,” you exhaled, breathless. 

mark would take it. he wanted so badly to be unforgettable. you never returned to your little playthings after you’d had your fun with them. he wanted to be the one you couldn’t resist crawling back to, the one that made you feel so much ecstasy that you couldn’t find anything like him anywhere else.

it was over once mark found his pace, fucking into you with a steady rhythm. his hands had a borderline bruising grip at your thick hips, fingers finding purchase there. his airy whines were so cute and his breathy grunts were so deep, both of which had you tightening uncontrollably.

it drove mark past the threshold of insanity. he was so angry that you hadn’t given yourself to him sooner, that he was only now getting a slice of what should’ve been his eons ago.

as soon as tomorrow, you would probably be on another dick, moaning another man’s name, and he couldn’t stand the fucking mental picture he got. his only option was to take out all his pent-up frustrations on you. given that you were the root of them, the direct cause of the ache and rage broiling inside his chest, it was only reasonable and fair.

“gonna make you mine,” mark said, the pleasure spreading through him so badly that he couldn’t help but stammer.

you didn’t miss a beat. “i’m already yours.”

mark howled, feeling as if he started to sweat harder just from you uttering those three words. it was pathetic how effortlessly you could wreck him, and you were so aware of your power, so cocky. he would allow it. as long as he got what was his, all else failed to matter.

matter of fact, mark failed to think of anything that wasn’t in regard to you. he had a thousand different problems in his life and all of them melted to the warmth of your touch, succumbing to the pressure pulsing around his cock. loans didn’t matter. his stupid fucking roommate didn’t matter. none of his assignments mattered. when it came to you, mark got tunnel vision.

there was pleasure etched across your face and mark loved every inch of it. he loved that he was making you feel as good as he felt. you couldn’t even deny it. you were the opposite of still, the one thing he told you to do, but again, he would allow it.

mark was so deep inside that it was probably mind-numbing. “markie,” you whimpered out, gasping for air. 

“mark,” he corrected with a growl, snapping the band of your thong against your skin. he was tired of that nickname. it felt infantilizing. he doubted that you called jaehyun jaehyunie.

you choked out, “mark.”

that was much better, but the damage was already done. mark was pissed. he’d been dreaming of how exactly he would fuck you ever since he watched that video of you and doyoung (of course, he couldn’t not watch you get railed into oblivion, no matter how much it irked him) and now that he was balls deep inside you, you were still finding ways to get on his nerves.

mark grabbed you by the throat again, making your eyes widen. his grip wasn’t crushing, he cared about you too much to really hurt you, but it was tight enough. “i don’t understand you,” he hissed. “you fuck a new guy almost every fucking day, whether it be for fun or because you owe them a favor, but ignore me. you ignore me, after everything i’ve done to help you.”

“i’m sorry, mark,” you rasped, grinding your hips against his.

“no the fuck you’re not,” mark snapped. “you know how i know you’re not? because you don’t care about anything but having that dumb pussy fucked. you’d rather die than have to use that brain.”

mark didn’t miss the way you whimpered and clenched around his dick, and if anything, it made him shake his head. he was fucking you brutally and yet you couldn’t help but get off like the little whore everybody knew that you were.

he lifted up your the tight tee you wearing, the one he could see your nipples through (mark tried to ignore this for both of your sake), and sucked your breast into his mouth. you moaned, placing a hand comfortably on his head while he sucked at your nipples.

and things stayed like that for a while, almost sweet, depending on who you asked. but the heat building to a peak in your stomach was only festering and you couldn’t control the whines that frequently escaped you.

“mark,” you called out. he didn’t budge, didn’t move from your chest. “mark, i’m so close.”

mark lifted his head at that, dragging, “shit.”

you needed to cum so badly. if he wanted you to beg, you would if that was what it took. “please make me cum, mark. please, make me cum…”

all mark did was curse and swear, and your eyes were on his face, watching every word part his delicate lips. you’d seen his face tense with pleasure and fell in love with the sight, like that itself was getting you there.

and it did. 

there was a final, loud cry of mark’s name when you climaxed, your eyes rolling back with pleasure and your fingers digging into the sheets.  mark had sat here so many times on this very bad, jacking off to the thought of you, and now he was getting you off. 

it was something straight out of his dreams. he couldn’t help but cum, grinding to a halt and unleashing his load inside of your pussy. he couldn’t stop himself from whining your name, grabbing onto your hips while you bled him dry of all of his cum for a second time. he always had more than enough for you.

for a moment or two, the two of you only stayed there. neither of you moved. his head rested against your chest, hearing and feeling your ragged breaths. when you finally remembered why you’d agree to all of this in the first place, you asked softly, “you aren’t going to show anyone, right?”

mark shook his head, murmuring into your neck, “your secret’s safe with me.” for now.

you released a little breath, which felt easier now, despite the weight on your chest. 

when mark at last pulled out, he slipped your panties back in place, preventing his cum from leaking out of your cunt where he patted you with two fingers. “keep it there,” he said, stern.

you blinked, but the gaze in his eyes said that he was purely serious. maybe someone would see you leaving his dorm with his cum drizzling down your legs.

and they would know who you belonged to. mark was getting hard again just thinking about staking his claim to you. she’s all the rage, he thought. and she’s all mine.

[kaiserkisser]

goodnight dash!

i got pretty good marks in my eng lit test, but i have a chem one tomorrow 😭 the problem is that i FEEL like i have learnt everything but there wasnt much to learn per se so im not sure and i feel underprepared but confident but not somehow all at the same time if that makes sense oml

[yuinet]

3 things i have manifested recently ^^

- a school assembly the very moment i realised i had double eng lit lesson 1&2, i didnt want to possibly be reading outloud….. (normally on assembly days they are at the very start of the day but even the teachers were confused abt it being sudden and during lesson1)

- good grade on an unexpected test, i was really unprepared and got a 65% which doesnt seem bad but i was told the marking scheme was high in the subject i chose 😭 but it turns out that same percentage was equal to an A…… shocker really

- i really wanted to play some games with my friends but there was a person which i didn’t rlly know so i didnt join the vc and i suddenly get a ping abt half of them going to a separate vc to play roblox 😭 anxiety but waw

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: The Devotion to Tatsumi Kazehaya - 9

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, three years ago

Characters: Tatsumi, Jun, Kaname

Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: Peace & hyenahunt

Jun: (Just one look at this spineless crowd makes me think I'll turn useless if I stay here.)

Location: Catacombs

Tatsumi: Now then, allow me to begin by explaining what this place does.

There are many new faces among us, aren't there? Jun-san is a returnee, though he simply left before without asking any questions at all.

Jun: I keep telling ya, I honestly don't wanna get involved in any of this. Just one look at this place is enough to tell me it's a dangerous institution.

(In this dark, gloomy space, a whole gang of Non-Special Students have gathered with faint smiles on their faces.)

(Each and every one of 'em have a totally chill attitude you'd never see in the school grounds above.)

(They're all just chatting and fooling around, with not a worry or care to be seen in their expressions.)

Jun: (Just one look at this spineless crowd makes me think I'll turn useless if I stay here.)

Tatsumi: ... Theoretically, in present day Japan, the idol industry has been on a steady decline.

The Era of Super Idols, who seemed alike to shining, glittering stars that gleamed within the heavens above, who lit up not only the industry but the world itself, have become nothing more than a mere memory.

Kaname: ... There's no need to condescend us about all of that, is there?

Tatsumi: No, there's not. It's common knowledge for idols such as ourselves.

I would offer you a more detailed history of it, but as a Special Student, you would have learned it already—

Jun: I've heard all about it from my shitty old man too, even though I've never asked. As a result I've got a pretty good idea of what it was like. He'd constantly grumble to me how good things were back in the day, and all that.

Tatsumi: Hm... It would seem as if your father, Jun-san, may have been part of the last generation of those who could still feel the lingering effects of that golden age of idols.

The day those who had become the original Super Idols retired was the day that marked the start of the deterioration of the idol industry.

The bubble had popped, and had ultimately come to nothing. Even now, it continues to degrade at a merciless rate.

Kaname: And are you planning on preaching to me about how foolish it is to want to be an idol in such a desolate era? Will you call me an idiot and ridicule me for it?

Tatsumi: Of course not. It seems as if you dislike any kind of denial towards yourself, HiMERU-san, but I have absolutely no intentions of looking down on you.

In fact, I would rather not hurt anyone at all... even if that is no more than wishful thinking, something no man could hope to achieve.

Mm-mm, no, that's not right. I founded this place so that wishful thinking may be realized.

Kaname: ......?

Tatsumi: No one is bad. No one is at fault. No one should be punished.

It is the era that is to blame. It is our circumstances that are at fault. Everything save humanity itself is insufficient.

Kaname: ............?

Tatsumi: It is, as you have said HiMERU-san, a desolate era.

Despite the public demand for idols declining, the continued increase in their production by the industry has led to an oversupply of idols.

This is due to the fact that the original Super Idols created schooling institutions and agencies not only in Japan, but around the globe.

Even now idols are being born anew each day through these means, and yet just as quickly they disappear from the night sky without being sought after by anyone at all.

A majority of the established training institutions and agencies related to idols faced economic collapse and were thus absorbed into other industries or businesses, or forced to change their direction entirely just to survive.

It may be in part due to a stipulation put forth by the original Super Idols, but... idol training facilities have more or less remained the same in form.

Despite their consistent losses, they're unable to cut the facilities entirely — no more than one could take away a heart or brain and be expected to survive.

Instead, to compensate for the deficit, new departments are created in order to better circulate the economy.

Even Yumenosaki, the leading institution which catered to the industry, has ended up expanding for those who wish not to tread into idolization, creating more general and simple vocal courses — as if it were nothing more than your normal high school.

No, rather... Even such a giant has been forced to its knees, accepting students who don't aspire to be idols whatsoever simply to collect the tuition fees from them so that it may survive just a little longer.

Kaname: I have a general question. If the industry is deteriorating so badly, then why is it that similar schools such as Reimei and Shuuetsu have been newly founded?

Jun: Ahh, I did hear Reimei and other schools are relatively new.

Dunno what they used to teach, but I heard stuff 'bout how it used to be a mission school that they totally renovated, and how it got its current form after constructing a new building for it and all.

Tatsumi: Correct. And that is precisely why the Catacombs we stand in now exist as they do, because they are left over from that time.

It's rather fun to explore around and see what sort of odd ruins you can find.

Tatsumi: Actually, these Catacombs are something I found simply walking about just for curiosity's sake.

I quite like strolling with no purpose behind it...♪

Kaname: You're deviating from the topic at hand.

Tatsumi: So I am. However, as for the "why" Reimei Academy was established, I haven't the faintest idea; you'd have to ask someone higher up the reason, such as a financier from Cosmic Productions itself.

It may be that someone who cannot forget how the idol industry once boomed established it out of some kind of nostalgia, or perhaps it was founded by mistake. It could even be a part of a normal plan to reduce taxation.

Jun: Seems like an awfully big project for something like that. I mean, we've got all the latest and greatest equipment right here.

So like, if they're gonna build something anyway then they shoulda built something even more profitable, yeah?

Tatsumi: Haha. That, too, is difficult to answer.

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[starillusion13]

What are ur fav nct songs???

What songs would u recommend for someone who wanna stan them?

You are a blessing to ask me about NCT. They are my home 😩 I love them so much that you can’t even imagine but yeah now I’m gonna post my fav songs and then recs. Let’s goooooo. First you should know that their songs are experimental and not everyone’s liking but their discography varies like a mountain top to low valley but all heavenly😌

My favs:

NCT U

The 7th Sense (I want to listen to it for the first time again)

Yestoday, baby don’t stop, Make a wish, The BAT, OK!, volcano, faded in my last song, Alley Oop, Thats not fair, Mad City (Mark n TY ate it),

Beautiful, Golden Age (OT 20)

Perfume, KIss (DJJ sub unit)

NCT 127

Baby don’t like it (idk who hate this song), Highway to heaven(eng. ver.), Summer 127, Sun&Moon, whiplash(let’s not forget the legendary interview), Gold Dust, Faster, Tasty, Sticker(if u hate it, then u just dont get the party), Favorite, lemonade, kick it, Sit down(u gotta sit n listen to it), regular(I love English ver. more of course), Simon says, No longer, fly away with me, Back 2 U, Replay.

NCT DREAM

Go, Broken Melodies, Like we just met, SOS, Best Friend Ever, Graduation, 119, Beatbox-The 2nd Repackage Album(My fav album- I would recommend you to listen to all the songs...they're ethereal), Hello Future- 1st repackage album(I can't choose 1 one song plz)

WAYV

Love Talk (this is 'that' song), Turn back time, Take off, Moonwalk, Domino, Bad Alive, All for Love, Good life, Miracle, After Midnight, poppin love, on my youth

[ okay so I CHOSE MY TOP FAV SONGS WHICH I WOULD LIKE TO RECOMMEND TO SOMEONE...rn I felt so pressured like wow they got a tons of songs how am I able to choose 1/2 from each album but here we are ]

Idk if you like to listen to Japanese songs but NCT 127 Japanese albums are LIT (LOVEHOLIC and AWAKEN) these two albums are too good to be real.

[enhadiares]

🦆 ANON HERE

IM 12th CBSE TOO IVE GOT CHEM TOMORROW LMAO

I HAVE PCB WITH PSYCH SO WE SHARE A SUB AAAA

will definitely cry to you about psych later

ohmygod and where are you from?? only if you're comfortable with sharing that and dude did you think the eng lit section was hard cause I did and the comprehension was so easy but it was also so lengthy lol ngl I zoned out in the middle of the exam for like 5 minutes thinking about enha fics and all

OMGGG YESS FINALLY SOMEONE I CAN RANT ABOUT EXAMS

BEST OF LUCK FOR ALL OF YOUR EXAMS 🤞

is it just me or you too? I thought psy is going to be very easy but now that I think of it I can't seem to remember things properly 🤡

I am Punjabi 😌💪🏻 and you?

Also yes the lit section was hard?!? Like wtf I thought it's going to be the easiest. I got set 3 and I wrote 3 articles and my hand was crying with pain . I wrote like kuch bhi 😭😭 I hope the examiner gives me marks 🙏🙏

[janetlyricbook]

Hazama, Dina, Shah feat. Astro Radio All Stars - Percaya (lyrics + Eng translate) [Tribute to MH370]

lit. "Believe"

Intro

Verse 1:

Berlalu awan langit nan suram

The cloudy sky has passed by

Membawaku cahaya baru

Bringing me a new light

Hari semalam ku lepaskan

I will let go of yesterdays

Esok hari bawa harapan

Tomorrow there will be a hope

Teruskan...

Carry on...

Chorus:

Biarpun jauh dari mata

Even if it's gone from the sight

Takkan hilang di hati

But never from the heart

Terus gagah melangkah pasti

Be brave to going on strong

Hari-hari yang kulalui

The days that I have endured

Pada Tuhan ku berdoa

I prayed to God

Waktu kan mengubati pasti...

Time will heal for sure...

Woah, woah...

Woah, woah...

Percayalah...

Just believe...

Woah, woah...

Woah, woah...

Selamanya...

Forever...

Verse 2:

Hentikan semua air mata

Wipe away all those tears

Tuhan sentiasa bersama

God will always be here

Segalanya akan berlalu

Everything's gonna be okay

Pulang aku pasti padaMu

I will surely return to You

Yang Satu...

The One...

Chorus:

Biarpun jauh dari mata

Even if it's gone from the sight

Takkan hilang di hati

But never from the heart

Terus gagah melangkah pasti...

Be brave to going on strong...

Hari-hari yang kulalui

The days that I have endured

Pada Tuhan ku berdoa

I prayed to God

Waktu kan mengubati pasti...

Time will heal for sure...

Woah, woah...

Woah, woah...

Percayalah...

Just believe...

Woah, woah...

Woah, woah...

Selamanya...

Forever...

Refrain:

(2x) Woah, ohh...

(2x) Woah, ohh...

Woah, ohh...

Woah, ohh...

Percayalah...

Just believe...

Woah, ohh...

Woah, ohh...

Selamanya...

Forever...

Chorus:

Biarpun jauh dari mata

Even if it's gone from the sight

Takkan hilang di hati

But never from the heart

Terus gagah melangkah pasti...

Be brave to going on strong...

Hari-hari yang kulalui

The days that I have endured

Pada Tuhan ku berdoa

I prayed to God

Waktu kan mengubati pasti...

Time will heal for sure...

(2x) Woah, ohh...

Woah, ohh...

Percayalah...

Just believe...

Woah, ohh...

Woah, ohh...

Selamanya...

Forever...

Outro:

Ku takkan biar kau sendiri...

I will never let you alone...

***

8th March 2014, never forget this date. Yesterday marks the 9-year anniversary of our missing Malaysian plane, MH370. This song was written as a tribute and to remember this tragic incident. I was only 15 that time when it happened. I came back to listen this song and still get emotions from it. All prayers goes to MH370, the passangers/crews and their families🙏🌹.

[thepostburningash]

i’m back

umm, basically i’ve finished this semester off with a B in both my eng lit modules (waiting to hear back from chinese) and i just feel like absolute shit

like i’m here on an scholarship for academic excellence, i used to be the smartest one out of all and now i’m just a “good in parts) B student who can’t seem to answer questions

i just want to run away and disappear. i came into uni wanting to be perceived and leave a mark and now i want to erase my existence from earth.

i’m sorta hating life and regretting my decision of not just doing a normal and useful degree. at least a B in Law/Econ would not be an useless and a B in Eng Lit ffs

[salsflore]

good morning, kind of! i just ate dinner after waking up from like a 2hr nap. i went to bed immediately after getting home because i felt that unwell (ノ_＜。) anyways good news!! i got full marks on my eng. oral exam ～ hoping to do well on my eng. lit too ummmm.... we’ll see

[candy8448]

ENG LIT 2 REVISION HELPFUL REMINDERS N NOTES N PREDICTIONS

I was talking with my friends abt it and then i realised i was saying all of the useful info about what the examaners want and how to analise things and what could come up so here is all of that

Knowing how this all works and how the mark scheme works is half of what gets you good marks, arguably more important than knowing the text itself

Power and conflict athnology notes (helpful i think)

Im hoping it is checking out me history the most cuz i can compare it with mld so well and im so good at mld, and emigree can also be conpared well with mld. If it is a nature poem in most likely screwed, if it is a war poem, it is probably gonna be one of the war poems im bad at so i hope its neither cuz they both pose a risk. I really really hope it is identity cuz i will be able to do so well on it

I hope the named poem is NOT: prelude, bayonet, storm or tissue otherwise im screwed =_=

[lmsarchive]

ENG 346 Lit Review #1

Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut: Diana the Daredevil

Stephen King’s 1984 short story “Mrs.Todd’s Shortcut” is a narrative about the events leading up to the disappearance of Ophelia “Phelia” Todd. The narrator’s name is David, and in the story David is listening to his friend Homer as the man recounts his interactions with Phelia before she vanished from town. According to David, Phelia is part of a group of people who only stay in the story setting of Castle Rock, Maine during the hotter months of the year. Unlike the rest of the summer people though, Phelia is willing to get dirty helping out the locals with their tasks around town. While the other vacationers will put together a committee and raise some money, Phelia will help clean local war memorials. The funny thing about her though is that she is obsessed with saving time. Phelia’s primary hobby is exploring roads less traveled and mapping out quicker and more efficient routes between her chosen point A and point B. 

During his retelling of the events, Homer recounts how Phelia explained to him that all records are beatable, that there will always be a way to get yourself a blue ribbon. In Phelia’s explanation she talks about how mathematically, humans should be able to run a mile in four minutes at the absolute minimum. She asks though, how this has been beaten despite the mathematics? Phelia takes this question and runs with it. Well, it would be better to say that she drives with it. Over the course of the story Phelia progressively takes less and less time to drive between her destinations. Eventually, she is able to get home from a town that should be two hours away in forty minutes. As she gets quicker and quicker, her surroundings become less rooted in reality. Homer describes how when he saw her car after a drive, it had bugs on the windshield that shouldn’t even exist and that a mutant looking beaver was plastered to the front bumper. Mrs. Todd's shortcut is not just a story about an unexplainable event, but a deep dive into human nature and the way that nurturing the human spirit preserves youth and passion.

One of the most interesting elements of “Mrs. Todd’s Shortcut” is the duality of Phelia and Diana. When Phelia is driving, Homer explains to David that she takes on a completely different personality that is marked by its wild beauty and intense focus on the road; that she becomes Diana, Roman goddess of the moon. This is in direct contrast to her beautiful, but gentle and kind hearted demeanor in everyday life. When Phelia gets behind the wheel of her Mercedes, she is freed from the restraints of society and the expectations forced upon her as a woman. Most of the time when she drives, she is alone and has nobody around to witness her metaphorical transformation. She even explains that her husband is rarely willing to drive with her despite her insistence that he experience her shortcuts. The fact that Phelia allows Homer to see her during one of her most vulnerable states shows a deep trust she feels for him, perhaps a feeling that they are cut from the same cloth. Phelia sees driving and making her shortcuts as a temporary escape from the daily rituals and routines that add monotony to her life. 

Phelia explains to Homer that while she does like to drive, she does not like to be behind the wheel of her car for too long. What she wants is to get where she needs to go, not to take the most time possible doing so. I interpreted this as a sort of reclamation of her life and her time. The story makes it clear that her and her husband do not have a very strong connection in any sense of the word. She stays in the marriage because that is considered the socially acceptable option and a duty that is expected of her. This would make sense as to why she has such a deep obsession with saving time behind the wheel, she desires to reclaim her time and wants to get as much back as possible. The time that was stolen from her by being married to her husband.

During Homer’s drive with Phelia, she drives through the wilderness as a shortcut. In the forest, Homer sees trees and animals and bugs and plants that he does not recognize from anywhere else. He also talks about how the roads and paths that she takes are completely unknown to him despite the fact he thought he knew the area as well as a person could. I see this as being very symbolic of social norms in general and the perception of new things. Symbolically, the unknown forest represents lifestyles that are outside of societal expectations and foreign to most people raised by those standards. When Homer drives through the woods with Mrs. Todd, he is metaphorically being exposed to new things and ideas that he had never thought of before. Literally though, he is experiencing the other world or dimension that Phelia is able to access by becoming Diana and mapping out a new shortcut. Either way though, the unnatural wilderness represents unknown and unexplored territory to Homer that he is being introduced to by spending time with Phelia. When Homer notices all of the strange bugs and animals dead on the Mercedes after Phelia gets back home the quickest she ever has, this symbolizes the fact that before her disappearance, she was starting to bring elements of Diana and her free spirit into her domestic life. The merging of her identities raised the need for one of them to win over the other, and eventually Diana took over completely.

Perhaps the most obvious and important example that proves “Mrs.Todd’s Shortcut” is about the revitalization that comes with giving in to one's passion is the fact that Phelia and also Homer eventually begin to age in reverse. Homer notices throughout the story that when Phelia drives, she is more beautiful and regains a sense of youth. At the end of the story, David sees Homer for the first time in years and he seems to be much younger than before. He also notices Phelia with Homer who now appears to be a very young woman. It is not the actual act of driving that makes them younger, though, it is the nurturing of their free spirits that does the job. 

Mrs. Todd’s shortcut, while undeniably a cooky tale about a sort of time travel and unexplainable events, is also a love letter to adults who don’t let their age get in the way of what they love. Mrs. Todd manages to take on the responsibilities of a grown woman around town while also allotting herself time to do what she enjoys. By breaking down social norms and conventions, Phelia manages to reverse the clock and do what she has always set out to, buy herself some more time. While in the real world we may not age in reverse by developing our hobbies (sadly), our inner children that seek excitement and adventure will be nourished in doing so.

[chanstopher]

oh it's no biggie since i recover pretty quick! the 2-3 days where i am, in fact, sick are the absolute worst though, yes 😔 i actually have been set on going into psych since the seventh grade skdjfhf but now i'm hoping to get into anthropology as well & since i've always been into writing, i have english literature there too ^^ but my main area of interest is the social sciences revolving around psych! there's lots of unis i applied to where we could choose up to 3-5 preferred majors so for me it's anthro/socio -> psych -> eng lit. we became stays around the same time then! i actually had an aghase friend of mine (who was keeping up with the show) send me a video of felix saying that i would never expect what his voice is like dfhgjds that's when i looked it up and started watching because i grew a liking to them from the episode i watched :D i was there to witness the eliminations though. remember crying so much when chan kept apologizing to them 😭 i'm so glad they're all together now because i can't imagine 2/3 of my bias line not being there :c that's so sweet though; it's fun imagining you take a while to reach that conclusion after thoroughly dancing around it! i actually leant towards chan during miroh era but side effects dragged me back to my roots haha what kind of content do you enjoy making the most? since i know people might think what one mainly does is enjoyable but for me it's always different depending on whether it's something that sparked my creativity or something i just felt compelled to make for the sake of keeping my blogs alive hehe - 🌨

I apologize in advance because my grammar skills are so bad, as someone who likes writing im so sorry you're gonna spend the next month reading my run on sentences 😔 but wow thats so cool that you've had an idea of what you wanna do since 7th grade! i thnk the only thing I cared about then was anime lmao

The getting bias wrecked thing is like my brand at this point, I am so bad at guessing who my bias is going to be from the start of liking a group it's almost comedic. when I got into got7 i went from jackson > mark > jb > yugyeom in a week flat before i was sure it was yugyeom lmao and when i got into astro i was torn between rocky and moonbin, only to end up becoming eunwoo biased ONLY to get bias wrecked when i saw them in concert by jinjin. I'm always so messy until i find the right member and then its like all in hard core lol

I think I like making graphics the most, I can find it to be the most frustrating because if things dont work the way I want it can be harder to figure out how to fix it, but when they do work I find myself really proud of the result. gifs i find to be a more mindless task, since half of it is just waiting for clips to load and render, and for the most part coloring them isn't really as creative. I do also love art, but it takes way more time to do so it's harder to commit myself to wanting to spend 10+ hours on a painting vs maybe 2-3 on a graphic. I also just think that the inspiration to make a graphic gets me all jittery and excited in a way other things dont. And even when I look back on things and I dont really like the result anymore I can usually find something about it that I'm still happy with (but that is also me being a perfectionist and hard on myself lol) what about you?

[asakena]

eng: today I had the opportunity to try to scan my sketchbook at home, which I am currently filling. these pages are one of my favorites. I drew landscapes, people, and next to them I added my own patterns, or the quality of moments that I want to mark for myself. usually I don't follow the composition or good design. the last page is it (it is visible by the date), just on the day when the last time (24.11.22) in Ukraine was a complete blackout (no electricity). I sat and sketched the candle that was lit for my vision, and then I finished drawing my own ideas. for some reason I liked this page.

укр: сьогодні мала змогу спробувати просканувати удома свій скетчбук, який зараз заповнюю. ці сторінки одні з найулюбленіших. я змальовувала пейзажі, людей, а поруч додавала свої візерунки, чи ще якість моменти, які хочу відмітити для себе. зазвичай не слідкую за композицією, чи гарним оформленням. остання сторінка і є нею (по даті видно), якраз у день, коли останній раз (24.11.22.) був повний блекаут. сиділа замальовувала свічку, що мені світила для зору, а потім домалювала своє. чомусь полюбила цю сторінку.