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[waffleshark]

merry kissmas to @fire-bay! of course i had to draw this char it slaps SO much

[sysig]

Employee(s) 416 (Patreon)

[dramat-ique]

hey just dropping by to tell you your tim and bart art has the coziest vibes ever, im cradling them gently in my heart forever!! do you have an art tag??

omg thank you. I'm useless at responding to praise but like. Just know I was made very soft about this message <3 I have a lot of big feelings about those two and they're all I've want to draw lately lol. I love them a frankly alarming amount. To answer your question though I don't haha. I used to but I stopped posting art online (especially here) for a long time and only started up again recently and find it all oddly embarrassing haha. But maybe I'll take this as a sign to actually start using an art tag <3

[zooophagous]

I don't like AI art or writing not necessarily for any grand notion of what art is or whether it counts as stealing I just am straight up not interested in what the AI has to say. I don't like spam, I dont like stories that are designed via a formula to appeal to the biggest amount of people for the most amount of money. I didn't like it when Marvel movies did it with human writers and I like it even less with the human component being downgraded any further. All it does it take the shitty process of designing something by committee and streamline it to make it easier to shit out even faster.

It's boring, by it's very nature it can only ever be derivative because it relies on data inputs scraped from somewhere else, and it's just not very good. It's spam.

I'm willing to concede a decent creative person could use it as a tool to make something cool but so far all it's being used by is people who are only interested in it from a money making standpoint. Finally the most money hungry among us can be creative too and they're limited only by their imagination, and their imagination predictably enough sucks and is ugly.

It's a sausage grinder where you force human creativity into one end and hotdogs come out the other. Prepackaged, predictable, salty, fatty hot dogs. I'm not morally opposed to hot dogs but I don't want to eat them every day.

[myechoecho]

Perfect Marriage Revenge, ep 3

This show. THIS SHOW. This show is giving me so much and it has only been 3 episodes.

I love how we start out with Yi Joo, playing with the flower and remembering the kiss. And yes, it was Do Guk who released the article and photos, though I don't think he was expecting the kiss (more on that later), but it worked out better for the article.

He clearly loves his mom and is not overly bothered yet by her opposition to the marriage. He's going to work around it. Though not if Yi Joo's horrid mother has anything to say about it.

I love that Do Guk brings her to his home. He cooks for her, deliberately eating what he's made so she knows that it's okay. I love their push and pull so much. He says he's worried that she might get cold feet and she insists that she won't. Do Guk has an official agreement set up for their "marriage" and wow, he is not happy that she set a time limit for a year.

I know that he says they need a home base to plan, but really he just wants her out of her family home. Do Guk put quite a bit of thought into what she needed - the prepackaged food to her room. Her room, which is spacious, properly furnished, has a huge window, art materials, bathroom and clothing for her. He pays attention.

He tells her this is already her home and the he will be beside her for her revenge.

Do Guk's sister, Do Na is a bit of a wild card. But I have a feeling she will be on Yi Joo's side. When Yoo Ra met Do Na at the store, I think she severely underestimated Do Na. Do Ra saw right through her and called her out on it. Do Na will use her own judgement.

We see Do Guk back at home and he clearly has some kind of trauma surrounding his older brother. Are we getting a mutual healing and revenge story?? *wheezes*

Do Guk's mom is also a piece of work, but in a much different way than Yi Joo's. I love that Yi Joo refuses to pretend to like Yoo Ra, refuses to back down and says that Do Guk's wishes matter. And wow, Do Guk's mother certainly has a high opinion of herself. I honestly do like that Yi Joo refuses to lie say that she loves Do Guk but her answer is still pretty good. Plus she refers to herself as *his*person and manages to compliment his mother.

When they are back at his place, Do Guk makes a point that need to know each other better and she says she'll put together a portfolio. His disbelief and frustration at that because he just wants to talk with her made me laugh. But he explains that they have to make their families believe they are in love. When he tells Yi Joo that she should say he loves him she tells him to say it first - we get this:

The sound I made when he said this. Because he is not lying. He's loved her all along (though she doesn't realize he's telling the truth). I am positive he was in the other car that was involved with Yi Joo's accident. They transmigrated together. It's the only thing that makes sense.

If we go back to the first episode, you can see it. He keeps his distance but he stands up for her, is quietly furious at the way Yi Joo is treated and out of sheer frustration wants her to see what is in front of her. He was in love with her then, but could do nothing.

In the second episode, you can see his surprise when she shows up in front of him, now single. And then the absolute gift she gave him in asking him to marry her. It's an opportunity he never expected and he's going to hold on to it. It's in weird way he responded to her saying she died, his reaction when she grabbed his hand and the tender way he caressed her face. How he's already told his family that he WILL marry her. It's in the way you can see shock when Yi Joo kisses him as he was clearly expecting a hug. She initiated the kiss, but he's going to get a proper one.

After his "confession", which Yi Joo cannot quite handle, she tries to get him to leave but alas, he's been drinking (he's also not going to go). But Yi Joo learns he has nightmares and is not without his own trauma. She stays with him the whole night, and his sleeping is eased. Even his mother noticed.

Yi Joo has her Grandfather's approval. As for why he's sorry, maybe it has something to do with her being an orphan??

The families are meeting and this is only the first step towards the battle to get married.

Plus I need to see what Yi Joo is going to do the paintings.

This show is hands down my favourite show right now, followed closely by Moon in the Day. It just came out of nowhere and now owns my heart.

[moonchildstyles]

Gravity h and yn need to get cheeky in the library

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"Harry, this doesn't even make sense. Why do we have to go over this if this wasn't even on the review sheet for the exam?" 

(Y/N) couldn't help the frustration that seeped into her tone as she let her textbook fall flat against the surface of the table. Study materials were scattered all over, highlighters and pens with open notebooks filling the space and only adding to the chaos (Y/N) felt in her head. 

"Because, love," Harry started, patience clear in his voice as he settled his hand on her own where it plucked at the creased pages of her textbook, "you know Stanfill always puts those essay questions at the end. It's always a formula or some kind of explanation needed on why a law works the way it does. You need to know these things for those questions, so y'can explain properly and get full credit. 'M only doing this to help you, flower." 

"It just feels pointless," (Y/N) sighed, sitting back in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest. 

They'd been going at this for hours at this point, and she was very quickly approaching the end of her rope. Their lunch break from hours ago consisted of Harry toddling down to the vending machines on the first floor of the library, returning with a pair of those prepackaged sandwiches that came from one of the refrigerated carousels, full of wilted lettuce and soggy bread. The endless studying had been enough to put (Y/N) in a bad mood, but now her lack of caffeine and edible food was nudging her closer and closer to the edge. Then, as soon as Harry threw away the remains of their 'lunch', they got right back to work, pounding formulas and equations into (Y/N)'s head over and over. 

Of course, this was all made easier by the fact she was going through it with Harry at her side, but she didn't know how much more she could take before she snapped. She had to do all of this—memorizing formulas, take into account Stanfill's strategically complicated questions, and buy useless textbooks—for a class she wasn't even required to be taking! Just that reminder had (Y/N) souring even further. Her only saving grace for the afternoon had been the quiet corner of the library they had all but taken over in the months since they started huddling back here regularly; at least no one else was around to see her have her tantrum.

"(Y/N), flower," Harry murmured to her, twisting in his seat to face her directly, knees knocking into her chair as he lent close to her, "you've got to calm down, yeah? Tell me how I can help you, love. I don't like seeing you so stressed." 

"I just want to go home, Harry," she pouted, feeling just as petulant and childish as she knew she looked. "Let's just do this tomorrow instead or something." 

"We don't have time tomorrow, remember?" Harry spoke to her gently, knowing just how much of a time bomb she was at the moment, "I've got a couple of things to take care of for work, and you promised Naomi you would help with her art history project. We need to finish this today." 

"But, I don't want to." 

"Hey," Harry said sharply, catching her attention though his voice was quiet, "Y'don't need to be pouting over this, (Y/N). We have one more section to go over, then I'll get y'some dinner and we'll go home." 

There was something about seeing him in his cozy sweaters—today's selection consisted of a green, paisley crocheted piece that slouched over his arms—and glasses, the hallmarks of the Harry she fell in love with during her physics course, speaking in the same tone she remembers discovering through her headphones late at night. The two opposite worlds colliding was still something she had to wrap her head around whenever she was faced with it. 

"Fine," she relented, uncrossing her arms and hunching over her textbook once more. 

A quiet sigh sounded from beside her. "We'll be fast, flower, I promise," he murmured to her, a careful hand reaching out to brush her hair from her face before his lips were pressed to her cheek in a sweet kiss. 

With a small smile cracking her lips, (Y/N) resumed working on the formula he was having her breakdown in hopes of helping her understand the big picture. At her side, Harry worked on his own section, something a little more advanced that she hadn't completely caught during lecture the previous week. With her attention trained on the problem in front of her, blue notebook lines beginning to blur, (Y/N) couldn't hold back the huff that left her lungs. The jumble of numbers and variables, fractions and unknowns, were starting to look even more foreign than usual the longer she stared. She was sure if she worked hard enough, took enough time to examine the equation, she would figure it out just fine. But, she couldn't focus anymore. No part of her brain was left unscrambled, at this point. 

"Keep trying, flower, 's alright," Harry absently soothed her, his eyes focused on his book though he reached his hand over to settle on her thigh. "You know how to do this, I promise." 

Though she wanted to refute his claim, complain that she didn't know how to solve it, she held her tongue. As dizzying as it was to hear his cam-voice moments before, stern and attention-grabbing, she wasn't in the mood to be reprimanded. 

Just as she started work on calculating a variable needed for the main equation, (Y/N) felt a squeeze to her thigh. The hem of her skirt gave way to Harry's grip, shifting some as his fingertips dented her skin. She willed herself to not become distracted, to keep pushing on so she could show Harry her progress and get home sooner. But, he did it again. 

Peeking her head up, she flicked her gaze to her side only to find Harry still dutifully studying away. (Y/N) had to look down at her lap to verify he really was touching her as he seemed so unbothered, she worried her scrambled brain was making it up. As expected, she found his yellow painted fingernails gleaming brightly against the peach coloring of her skirt, fingertips lightly pressing into her thigh before relaxing. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, looking to her after a beat of her gaze burning into his hand. His brows were raised over the frames of his glasses as he gazed at her, eyes seeming brighter with the help of his earthen-hued cardigan. 

(Y/N) was quick to shake her head. "Nothing," she answered.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted the way Harry flitted his gaze to his hand in her lap before gauging her reaction once more from her profile. His eyes assessed her, lingering for a long moment before he gave a shake of his own head and turned back to his work. Now, without his gaze calculating her every move, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel embarrassed. 

Her brain was becoming so fried, she was taking any kind of distraction and running, even when Harry was being nothing but affectionate and sweet to her. 

With enough effort, (Y/N) was able to resume her studying of the equation. Getting further this time with her studying, pieces began to fall into place. Harry's hand was nothing more than a comforting weight as she plugged the calculated variable into the formula. One piece of the puzzle was finally figured out. 

A little bit of pride slipped its way into the set of her shoulders as she started work on the next part. She could do this. 

When Harry started circling his thumb on the inside of her thigh, (Y/N) didn't pay too much attention to the touch, clinging to the roll she was on to get through the problem. It wasn't until his thumb pushed her skirt out of the way, allowing him to inch higher over her sensitive skin, that she gave pause. With her pen to paper, (Y/N) lagged in her thought process, aware of his touch growing more and more intentioned. Peeking to her lap, the embroidered daisies decorating the hem of her skirt stood no chance as Harry subtly pushed the fabric out of the way. 

Casting her gaze around their corner of the library, (Y/N) found they were still completely alone, concealed by stacks and stacks of "non-fiction mystery" (she had asked Harry once if that was basically true crime, and why they didn't just call it that, and he had shook his head and shrugged. If he didn't know the answer, she figured there wasn't one). Still, their privacy didn't much explain why he was growing bold with his subtle touching. 

"Keep working, flower. Don't get distracted," Harry said, drawing her back to their claimed table with a stern direction in his tone. All the while, his thumb didn't stop burrowing against her skin, goosebumps following in his wake. 

It was easy for (Y/N) to listen to direction when he used that voice with her, just a step away from his deep cam-voice. Though her follow-through on not getting distracted was yet to be seen, she still made a point to train her eyes on her notebook. The practice problem was getting easier with every piece she put together, but the numbers were beginning to jumble again with every twirl of Harry's thumb along her skin. 

With no small amount of effort, (Y/N) found herself refocusing on the equation, tracing back to her stopping point and going on from there. A cinch tightened her brows as she worked, willing herself to stay on track and not drop to the hand in her lap. The harder she worked, Harry seemed to trail his hand up higher on her thigh. 

His palm slid over her leg, skimming over her skin before he settled over the soft inside of her thigh. Goosebumps layered over her skin, urging (Y/N) to pay attention to the game he was playing. The second variable in line to be solved took longer to be pieced together as she inched towards the solution even slower than the way Harry worked up her thigh. 

She didn't know how long her pen sat with the tip pressed against her paper, no progress being made, only that as soon as she stopped concentrating so did the movement of Harry's hand. With her mouth dropped in a small gape and brows downturned, turning towards Harry, she couldn't help the whine that threatened to fall from her lips.

Before she had a chance to do so, Harry cut her off with a squeeze to her leg though his attention never strayed from his own notebook. "Keep going, sweetheart. No reason to be stopping." 

"But, Harry, you're—"

"I know, darling," he said, nonchalance carrying his tone as he kept his gaze trained on his textbook, "Keep going and so will I." 

So, that was the game he was playing. A game (Y/N) was going to lose. 

Her mouth ran dry as she couldn't find it in herself to draw her eyes away from Harry's focused form, his pen moving purposefully over his notebook page before reaching for his handy highlighter. The only tell he had that gave away the fact he was paying her any mind was the pinch in his brows, the frames of his glasses not thick enough to hide that. This was H in control, using the facade of her sweet Harry as a distraction.

One more protest was geared up to leave (Y/N)'s lip before she felt Harry's hand begin to inch its way back down her leg, leaving her skin cold in his wake as his warmth retracted down the length of her thigh. She didn't even think before she reached out and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from moving any further away from where she was fluttering for him. 

"Wait, don't—"

A sharp glance was given over the frames of Harry's glasses, eyes clear and bright like she was used to, though he was just as demanding as his online facade she'd fantasized about. "Keep working then, and I'll give y'what y'want. Be good for me." 

Feeling her mouth drop into a small gape, (Y/N) felt stunned in the back of the library. Harry was only ever like this in private with her or in front of his webcam, never having grown bold like this where someone could easily spot them. She was sure the secluded nature of their preferred spot was something that reassured him, but still, any loose wanderer on the second floor could find their way back here by accident. 

"Y'need to relax, sweetheart," Harry crooned to her, his voice softening as much as his demanding gaze as he pulled her attention back to him. "I promise all of our studying is going to be worth it, I jus' think y'might need a little bit of extra help from me."  It was easy for (Y/N) to pin her unwavering attention on him, listening to every word that fell from his lips as he looked at her with the same intensity she associated with the man he was between the sheets. With parted lips and wide eyes, she gave him a stilted nod and a quiet okay. 

A short smile took Harry's features as he squeezed her thigh under the table. He liked when he had this kind of effect on her, that much she knew; any reminder that despite how shy and private he was in their day-to-day lives, he was still the one in charge when it came down to it. 

"Yeah?" he pressed, his voice quiet in their corner as he gave her the full of his attention from behind his tortoiseshell framed glasses, "'S alright if we play like this? If I motivate you a little?"

She didn't even need to think before (Y/N) was nodding her head again, the movement sending the strands of hair framing her face aflutter. She'd never had a study buddy as smart as him, so there was no reason not to trust his tactics. 

"C'mere," he beckoned to her through his growing smile, dropping his highlighter before he reached out to cradle her cheek once she was close enough. 

His palm cushioned her face as he drew her in for a kiss. The contact was short but sweet, the trademark Harry kiss he always gave her when they were in public, despite the grip he still held on her thigh with his other limb. "Y'can do it, flower," he encouraged her through the kiss, "You jus' keep working, and I'll take care of the rest, yeah?" 

A breathy yeah fell from (Y/N)'s lips just before Harry pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth. With a short laugh coming from Harry at her quiet willingness, he drew away just enough to look at her face with his kind eyes. 

"Good girl," he praised her, watching as she all but melted at the words he knew she loved to hear from him. (Y/N) felt her features soften and round out as she listened to him, a flutter of her lashes urging her to close her eyes at just the sound of his smooth voice lulling her to wherever he wanted to take her for the afternoon. 

Giving a gentle pat to her cheek, Harry gave her one last smile she spotted through the frame of her lashes before he resumed his work, leaving only his hand on her leg. Her gaze lingered over him for a moment longer, the ghost of his hand on her cheek warming her skin. It was only when he cast a glance at her from the corner of his eye, brow raised, that she realized she wasn't holding up her side of the bargain. 

Directing her attention back to her notebook and the practice problem up top printed in Harry's handwriting, she did her best to clock back in and focus just as he asked. As she found her footing again, tracing back to the scribbles she had started before she was supremely distracted, Harry's hand stayed put. Though it was good for her struggling brain to not be fighting off the stimulating touches, it wasn't exactly the reaction she was hoping for as she started her work on the variable. 

Without the distraction of his playing, (Y/N) found herself resuming her work at tracing out her missing variable, even if she had to stop herself from looking down to her lap every time she was stuck on a specific point. Soon enough, Harry restarted his own game, his thumb inching her skirt of the way before he was tracing along the inside of her thigh in a warming caress. Absently, (Y/N) spread her legs wider under the table, allowing him more room to slide his hand up. 

The only indication that he was aware of her doing was the breathy laugh that fell from Harry's lips as he paused his hand, half of the appendage having disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Knowing what would happen if she allowed herself to become distracted now, (Y/N) rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and urged herself to keep working. The pace of her thoughts surrounding physics slowed the longer Harry touched at her skin, even more so when he resumed the circling of his thumb over the sensitive inside of her thigh, but she kept at it as much as she could.

Harry rewarded her as he inched further up her leg, his hand effectively disappearing under her skirt as he angled himself just right to keep the hem from catching. The embroidered daisies on the fabric now curled around his wrist like a bracelet. 

(Y/N)'s pen stuttered over the page as she felt the tip of his fingers nudge at the crease of her thigh, just where the stitch of her panties sat as they shielded her intimacy. The air in her lungs came out stilted as she did what she could to refocus, even when Harry used his leverage to widen the spread of her thighs, giving him enough room to slide his palm over her center if he wanted (which she hoped he did). 

Her handwriting grew shaky as she plugged in the second variable, with only one more standing in her way before she could work out the equation itself. Her grip was tight around her pen as she urged herself to keep focused, needing to feel more of his touch through her panties. Suddenly, Harry's shoulder bumped at her own as he lent over to peer over her paper. 

"Looks good, flower," he praised, an easy smile on his lips, "Only a couple more pieces then I think you've got it. Let me see when you're done, alright?" 

"Okay, Harry," she breathed out, his name rolling off her lips in the tone of a plea. 

The sound only further widened Harry's smile. 

Her writing began to dent the pages with the pressure she applied to her pen as she worked, very aware of the touch of Harry's fingers as he traced over the edge of her panties. She felt herself clench and tummy jump with each nudge, her body already wishing he was closer with the faintest touches. 

But, she could do this, she reminded herself. She needed to keep up her end of the bargain and calculate the formula if she wanted to get anymore from him. 

Until, she hit a wall of course. 

The final variable she was calculating didn't line up with the direction she swore she was going when she solved the earlier ones. With her bottom lip being worried between her teeth, she searched for her error as quickly as she could before Harry could notice that she had stalled. Scribbling out her current equation, she tried to start over from scratch, but lagged even more when she didn't know where that new beginning was. All the while, Harry's twirling fingers didn't stop the slow climb over her panties.

That is until she felt him press into her side again, his shoulder strong and steady as he bumped into her own. Scanning over her page, Harry stopped his movements under her skirt but didn't retreat his hand from where it warmed her skin. "What happened, flower? What's all this?" he asked her, pointing to her scribbled equation with his free hand. 

"I think I'm stuck," she admitted. 

"Yeah?" he continued, double checking her previous work as he peered over her page, "Where are y'stuck? Everything else looks right to me." 

"My—um—the last one I was figuring out didn't match up with the others like I thought it would," she explained, hyperaware of the squeeze he delivered to her thigh as she spoke, "I don't know what I did wrong, so I tried to start over, but it still doesn't make sense." 

"Okay," he hummed, "Let's see then." His fingers under her skirt began to prattle in the same way she knew they did when he was concentrating. Every brush of his fingertips over her panty-covered core pulled her mind adrift, making it that much harder for her to tune into his directions as he tried to help her through her rough spot. "How'd y'get this variable, sweetheart?" 

(Y/N) followed the line of his finger as he pointed at the second answer she had come to. She floundered over her response as she pictured that same finger being one that was edging under her skirt, brushing over the outline of her slit through her panties, being both a distracting and motivating factor. "I—uh—I used that equation we went over last week," she swallowed, her brows cinching together as she had to concentrate on her own writing, "The long form one, I think." 

"You think?" Harry teased her, settling his chin in his palm as he looked over her page, a short smile tugging at the edge of his lips, "And y'tried to use the same one for this last variable?" 

"Uh-huh," she sounded, nodding her head, "Wasn't I supposed to?" 

Harry hummed as he canted his head with gaze still on the paper. "Y'can," he emphasized, "But 's easier to get tripped up using that one when you're calculating something like this. Why don't y'try this one, and see if that helps." 

Drawing her gaze to her textbook, Harry pointed out a different equation she'd only seen Stanfill demonstrate once or twice during lecture, both times she was much too busy trying to backtrack on the previous slides of notes to pay enough attention. 

"I don't think I know that one, though," she told him, having half the mind to feel silly at her admission, but there wasn't much room in her head with her concentration stretched in two completely different directions.

"Oh," Harry nodded his head, flicking his gaze to her face, "We haven't gone over that one together yet, have we?" 

(Y/N) could only manage a shake of her head. 

"Want me to show y'how?" 

The one word that had been on her mind since he began playing his game finally made its way out: "Please." 

A lopsided grin touched at his lips, only a single dimple denting his cheek as he pointed at the first half of her algorithm. "Start here for me, then, yeah? Copy this piece down." 

Doing as she was told, (Y/N) listened to each direction Harry gave her. He broke down each step as they passed it, telling her where he got the numbers he wanted her to plug in and where to carry the variables. (Y/N) found herself absorbing the information as he explained it, though she missed the game he had started between her legs. 

"Okay, now calculate this piece for me," Harry directed her, nodding down to the page as she kept watch over her math. 

Just as she had done since he offered his step-by-step help, (Y/N) dutifully began taking care of the half of the formula he wanted done. She was aware of his eyes on her as she worked, but she wanted nothing more than to be done at this point. Maybe he was waiting to play with her again until she was finished and they were on the way back to his place; if that was the case, she didn't want to spend anymore time in the back of the library than she had to. 

That is, until he shifted his hand under her skirt, finally covering her core with his palm. The press of the heel against her clit sent a jolt up her spine, enough pressure to take her breath from her lungs. Her pen stuttered over the page, a stray line appearing in the middle of her calculations as she grew shaky. 

"Keep going, flower," Harry encouraged her, his fingers tracing over her slit though the fabric of her underwear as he pressed his palm against her clit, "You're doing so good, don't stop now." 

When she gave only a nod of her head, Harry rewarded her with a swirl of his palm over her clit, the heel digging in with the perfect amount of pressure to get her thighs clenching on either side of his hand. As much as she wanted this touch against her form—she had been moments away from begging him for more since he began teasing her in the first place—, that was all it took to wipe her brain clean of anything physics related, especially to do with this equation. 

"I-I don't know what to do next," she peeped out, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth to fight off the moan that touched at the back of her throat. 

"Yes, y'do," he told her, dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to her temple, "Finish this one part for me, and I'll pull your panties to the side and give y'what y'want." 

Though her grip on her pen wavered as she fought to find her place, she kept trying until she pressed on to where Harry had been directing her. More than once (usually coinciding with a squeeze of Harry's hand over her pussy or a grind of his palm over her clit), (Y/N) lost her place, earning only a short reprimand from Harry as he tsked at her and told her to keep going. Everytime she would bite back her moan and nod her head. 

Though it was in shaky handwriting, nothing like the looping forms that were scrawled across the previous pages of her notebook, (Y/N) finally came up with an answer. With Harry peering over her shoulder, calculating her result, she almost wanted to cross her thighs in hopes of bringing good luck since her fingers were clenched to move (and she could trap his hand against her like that). As soon as (Y/N) could feel the stretch of his smile against her skin as he nudged his nose at her cheek, relief almost as sweet as his touch flooded her system. 

"Good girl. See?" he prodded at her as he whispered in her ear, "Y'knew jus' what to do. Now, put it all together and finish the formula." 

At that final direction, (Y/N) had only a moment with a somewhat clear head before Harry did as promised as pulled his hand back only to pluck her panties out of the way. The first touch of his fingertips over her bare skin was enough to have (Y/N) freezing in place. Her lashes fluttered as she fought to keep her eyes open as he dipped into her wet slit, the quietest of slick noises sounding in their private corner of the library as he found just how ready for him she had been. 

"Oh, H," she sighed, her voice wavering as she fought to keep her legs from wrapping around his hand. The problem in her notebook was long forgotten now that she could bask in her reward for doing as he asked. 

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he crooned to her, his fingertips brushing over the bud of her clit in gentle strokes, "Gotta finish this for me, and I'll give y'more, yeah?" 

To prove his promise, Harry nudged at her fluttering hole with the tip of his fingers, teasing her some as she let out a gasp that she didn't have a chance of swallowing down before it was let loose. She couldn't stop herself before she wrapped her free hand around the wrist of the hand between her legs, something to anchor herself to the moment while she tried to tune into the numbers scribbled out on her page. 

As simple as Harry had made it sound, to just finish the formula and she would have more of him, it wasn't that easy as she urged herself to focus. The distraction of his hand on her leg had nothing on what he was doing now; slick draws of his finger through her slit, spreading her wetness around with the cut of her panties tight over his hand, nudging her clit with tender strokes, and prodding at her weeping hole that wished he would just give in and slid a finger in already. How was she supposed to understand any kind of algorithm when he was doing everything he could to draw her mind elsewhere?

"I-I can't," she whined out, her grip on his wrist tightening as she finally turned to face him,  "It's too much." 

The clear green of Harry's eyes were sacrificed as the black of his pupil blew wide over his iris. He had the kind of gauging look she had become so used to when they were huddled between the sheets, where he looked for any and every reaction he could draw from her and find what made her the most pliant and wet for him. Those months of him being too shy to reciprocate her gaze during lecture felt like a joke when he looked at her like this. 

"Yes, y'can, flower," he urged her, his free hand coming to pinch her chin between his thumb and forefinger, "Y'need to listen to me and focus, 'kay? I know 's hard but that's no reason to stop when 'm being so nice to you, is it?" 

Her response was automatic as she shook her head. 

A pleased smile took Harry's features. "Good girl, sweetheart. Finish this for me, then I'll finger you, yeah?" 

Hearing such blunt terms made (Y/N)'s tummy jump and her empty hole flutter around nothing. The reaction only made Harry let out a breathy laugh. That was the only answer he needed.

"You're cute," he murmured to her, pressing a kiss to her gaping lips before he used his grip on her chin to push her attention back to her notebook. 

Pointing out her stopping point, Harry directed her on where to pick up, his hand between her thighs slowing until she resumed her work. As much as Harry encouraged her, the answer wasn't easy to find even with as much concentration as she could muster in that moment. His hand picked up under her skirt as she worked, teasing her opening and nudging her clit enough to get (Y/N)'s breathing off kilter and her bones turning to mush the more he played. 

After a few long, long minutes, her wetness beginning to seep between her legs with the threat of leaving a trace on the chair beneath her, Harry watched as she put together her answer to the formula. The result was presented in a bold font with blocky characters unlike (Y/N)'s regular handwriting, the pressure of her pen having almost sunk through the college-ruled pages with how hard she pressed against page. 

"I'm done, I'm done," she bubbled off, dropping her utensil and sinking into the chair as Harry looked over her work.

It took a quick scan of his gaze over the page, his smile growing as he did so, before he looked to her with a lopsided grin. "That's perfect, sweetheart," he told her, "I told you, you can do it." 

(Y/N) wanted to feel accomplished with his earned praise. She wanted pride to lift her shoulders and clear her gaze, but that was the last thing on her mind the second she felt his fingers finally push deeper inside her hole after all of the teasing brushes he'd dealt just moments ago. 

As he sunk his finger deep inside her, the slick noises sounding between them in the silent library, (Y/N) let out a sigh she hadn't known she was holding. Her hand around his wrist tightened, keeping him just where he was with his palm pressing into her budding clit and his finger working itself inside of her. 

"You're so wet, sweetheart," he crooned in her ear, still careful of the public setting they were in no matter how secluded, "So easy for me to slip right inside, wasn't it?" 

Dropping her head over the back of her chair, (Y/N) allowed her eyes to fall to a close with a flutter of her lashes. She nodded her head with a breathless whine, unable to say much more without crumbling right where she sat. With all the practice they'd had, Harry knew every spot inside that had her clenching around him with the rest of her body growing soft and pliant. 

Brushing the pad of his finger over the spongy bit that dotted one of her inner walls, he got just that reaction. (Y/N) couldn't help herself as she clenched her thighs tight around his hand, chest arching off the back of the chair as the air was sucked out of her lungs. 

"Shh, shhh," he hushed her, using his freehand to grab for her own and lacing their fingers together, "Gotta be quiet, yeah? Don't need anyone coming up here and finding you all spread out for me like this, do we?" 

"No, no, no," she bubbled off, shaking her head as she hair fluttered around her, "You're just—That's—"

"I know," he cooed, pressing a kiss to the space just before her ear, "I know. I found your spot again, didn't I?" Her response came in a small whine of confirmation, her bottom lip going swollen between the blunt of her teeth as she did her best to keep her volume contained. "Don't worry, 'm not gonna make y'squirt right now, flower. Can't have y'walking out with me all messy, but 'm still gonna take good care of you." 

At the mention of the messy orgasm, (Y/N) felt her body tense and walls flutter tight around his fingers. He was the only one that could draw that reaction out of her, no matter how many times she had fingered herself in the past or listened to Harry's instructions over the phone when they were apart. Harry was the only one that could do that for her; the only one that knew how to play with her body just so that she couldn't keep it all inside. 

A hum rumbled Harry's throat as she felt him smile against her skin. "Or maybe I will if it makes y'get whiny like that. Would y'like that? Having daddy make y'squirt in the middle of our study session, and make y'walk out with it running down your legs?" 

The way he talked to her was her biggest weakness, and he knew that. Even if he wouldn't completely follow through with some of his suggestions he made in the heat of the moment, knowing that they crossed his mind at all took (Y/N)'s breath away and made her head muddled with mantras of only his name. 

A small shake of her head had (Y/N)'s cheek bumping Harry's nose as he didn't dare stray back from her. "Only want you t-to see me like that, daddy." 

"I know, sweetheart," he said, smearing the words across her cheekbone as he kissed her skin, "Won't let anyone see y'like that. Seeing you all wet and messy is just for me, isn't it?" 

"Uh-huh," she breathed, turning her head to face him for just a moment before she buried her face in his neck. "Just you." 

Harry unlaced their hands, (Y/N) quick to fill her palm with the knit of Harry's jumper, while he reached for the curve of her waist and cradled her to his chest. With every smear of his palm against her clit and press of his fingers inside her, her walls grew tighter and thighs clenched around his hand. Her breathing could only be described as erratic as she pressed herself into Harry's form, trying to hide the effects he was having on her as best she could the closer she drew to the edge of her orgasm. All of his prior teasing had done her in by the time he finally relented and slipped his finger inside. 

"You're so good, flower, so good," he murmured to her, his kiss getting lost in her hair as he pressed his lips into the strands, "Y'deserve another finger, don't you?" 

Her please was muffled against his throat, though Harry heard loud and clear as he followed through. Slipping his one finger out, he doubled up with his middle joining the fray before he worked the duo inside in a sleek thrust. The extra stretch hit the perfect angle on (Y/N), her mouth dropping into a gape with her breathing coming out in shallow puffs. Her fist in his sweater tightened enough she worried she was going to wear a hole in the knit, but she couldn't help herself. 

"Relax for me, love," he crooned to her, his grip on her waist loosening some only so he could pet his thumb across the curve, "Can't move when you've got your legs closed like that, can I? Need to let me take care of you." 

(Y/N) hadn't even realized the clench of her thighs had turned into Harry's hand being enclosed between them, no room for him to do anything more than wiggle his fingers and grind his wet palm into her center. With much effort, she managed to unwind her legs, spreading them enough that the hem of her skirt stretched to accommodate the movement.

"Sorry," she breathed against his skin, nuzzling her nose agains the column of his throat. 

"'S alright, sweetheart, y'jus' got excited, didn't you?" 

Before she could offer any kind of a response (most likely a whiny confirmation, if she was being honest), Harry resumed the strokes of his fingers as if there hadn't been an interruption at all. He took advantage of the new spread of her legs to gain leverage, the thrusts of his fingers growing fast and deep as he pet over her spongy spot. His palm rocked against her clit as he did so, working her from both inside and out as (Y/N) tried to keep a wrap on the bubbling moans that yearned to fall from her lips. 

The slick sounds that echoed through their corner was second only to the concentration (Y/N) placed on listening to Harry's breathing. The sound soothed her as the pull of his fingers beckoned her to the edge of her release with each stroke and every smear of his palm over her clit. 

A particularly reaching thrust of his fingers allowed him to him spread open her walls, stretching (Y/N) that much further and rattling her insides no matter how hard she tried to keep a lid on herself. Her thighs shook as she strained to keep them from trapping his hand and keeping him from finishing what he started. 

"Daddy, I—" Her words were cut off as she lost her breath when Harry pushed his fingers harshly against the soft spot on her walls. 

"Are y'close? Is that what y'were gonna tell me, flower?" he asked her, sounding a little too smug to convince (Y/N) he stole her breath on accident. 

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she whined in time with the strokes of his fingers, his palm tight over her budding clit. 

Harry hummed at the sound, (Y/N) feeling the rumble of his throat more than she heard it from where she was tucked against his neck. "Cum for me then, sweetheart. Cum for daddy, yeah? 'S your reward for being such a smart, good girl for me today. So patient while I taught you, too." 

"F-Faster," she breathed, her hand on his wrist all but numb as she needed that final push before she could fall over the precipice of her pleasure. 

Silently, though she could feel the stretch of his smile against her hair, Harry did as requested and thrusted his fingers inside her faster. The pads of his fingers stroked over her insides in brain-rattling passes. One last tap against her g-spot was all it took to shove (Y/N) over the edge and wrap herself in the warmth of the pleasure it seemed only Harry could bring her. 

"Daddy," she cried against his neck, the moan thankfully muffled as she had no grasp on her volume in the moment. 

Harry coaxed her through her orgasm with the help of his hand on her waist and lips in her hair, his fingers never slowing. Her thighs shook as she came, her walls fluttering and releasing around Harry, her heart beating at an erratic rate she could hear rushing past her ears. Just barely, she could hear him cooing to her, softening the rush of pleasure that wracked her body, through she didn't have any hope of catching any of his words through her ringing ears. 

As she came down, (Y/N) slowly regained a normal pace of breathing while her heart settled. Aftershocks tingled through her system, enough so that she had to pull Harry from her center with the help of her grip on his wrist. A slick sound followed as he pulled out of her pussy, her walls clenching around nothing, as if her body thought could handle another round of playing with him. 

It was gentle the way Harry reached for her now that his hands were free, grabbing for her waist and pulling her to sit on his lap. She moved pliantly, allowing Harry to take her where ever he wanted with her only contribution coming in the form of her spread legs as he put her on his thighs. She collapsed on his chest with a deep breath, feeling exhausted after the entire day of using her brain only to end with the exertion of her body. 

Using his clean hand, Harry cupped her cheek in his palm, cushioning the curve of her jaw as he pulled her to face him. His eyes were still lost in the black of his pupil, but he was decidedly less intense than the last time she chanced a look into his eyes. 

"Sweetheart," he cooed to her with a small smile working on his lips, "y'did so good for me, you know that?" Ducking his head, he punctuated his praise with a press of his lips to her cheek. The peck was short and innocent as he trailed his lips over her face, following the planes of her features in affectionate runs. "Y'feel alright?" 

"Mhm," she hummed, nodding her head under the garden of kisses he was planting all over her skin, "Tired." 

"I know y'are," he smiled, he sound of his laugh sinking into her skin as she kissed over her jaw, "Y'did a lot for me today, I can't blame y'for being sleepy." Using the leverage he had on her cheek, he tipped her head just so as he continued down the length of her neck with his mouth smearing kisses along the way. "You're so smart, love, taking care of everything I asked y'to, then coming so hard for me and staying quiet just like I told you. Can't blame y'for being so tired now." 

A tender smile molded her features as she soaked in his praise, loving the sound of his affection sinking into her pores and joining her bloodstream. 

"Love you," she murmured to him, voice a weighted whisper as she fluttered her eyes open. 

Harry abandoned his path down her neck only to press his lips squarely over her own smiling ones. "I love you too, flower. So much, you know that?" 

Reaching up, (Y/N) threaded her fingers through the baby hairs that bordered the nape of Harry's neck as she reciprocated his kiss as best she could with her clumsy mouth. "Thank you for helping me. I don't think I would have been able to finish without you." 

She should have known what he was thinking the second those dimples popped into his cheeks. 

"Your orgasm or the formula?" 

A peal of exhausted laughter fell from her lips she puled away, her hand on his chest pushing at him in punishment for his stupid joke. Her tummy couldn't take a round of his humor after everything that'd just happened. "You're so annoying sometimes." 

Harry was quick to wrap her up in his arms again, forearms acting as a cradle around the small of her back before she could get too far away from him. "But I thought y'loved me?" he played along as he pressed his lips to her temple, "Why are y'being so mean to me all of the sudden? 

"I'm not being mean, I'm sorry," she laughed, feeling a little too dreamy and in the clouds to entertain that teasing game as she looped her arms around his neck as she melted in his hold. "I do love you, I promise." 

"That's what I thought," he mumbled to her, holding her as she settled against his chest. 

She relaxed as she sat in his lap, basking in the kisses he dotted across her skin and the feel of his tender hold on her body, all the while shielded by full book shelves in their cozy corner of the library. Harry praised her over and over, feeding into the part of her that craved that validation from him in these sensitive moments. Her own fingers threaded through his hair, reminding herself that he was there, he was real and as much as he got to touch her, he was hers to love on too. It was only when Harry ensured she was back on earth with him—erratic breathing and muddled brain left in the clouds—that he dared to start unraveling himself from around her.

It was a slow process as he offered her his hand to help her steady on her wobbly legs, gentle hands adjusting her skirt to cover her thighs. "Feeling alright, flower?" he murmured to her as he gazed up through his lashes. 

It was the dreamy yeah that fell from her lips that earned her a press of his kiss against her tummy, just above the waist of her skirt with the tip of his nose nudging her belly button. He stayed close to her as they packed up, his shoulder nudging hers as he grabbed for his highlighters, hip bumping into her form when he reached across the table for a notebook of his lecture notes. Every time she looked over to him, finding Harry was a lopsided grin on his face, dimple deep in his cheeks and eyes bright.

After packing up their things, (Y/N)'s bag slung over his shoulder, Harry reached his hand out for her to take as he escorted her through the library. (The walk was a lot more successful than (Y/N) had anticipated if she was being honest, her shaky legs even making it down the stairs with only a single short stumble and smirk on Harry's face). Tossing a wave over his shoulder, he said bye to the librarian manning the front desk before he tugged (Y/N) along to the campus outside the front doors. 

"How long were y'staying with me tonight? Only for dinner or were y'statin the night?" he asked her, leading her to the lot he had his car parked. 

(Y/N) gave an absent shrug, "I don't know. I could stay the night, if it's alright if I borrow some of your clothes to sleep in." 

A satisfied smile worked his way over Harry's features as (Y/N) peeked up at him as they walked, the knit of his jumper falling over their joined hands. "That's what I was hoping you'd say." 

"Yeah?" she asked, a smile appearing curling her lips as she gazed as him through the waning light of the sunset. How cute was he?

Harry hummed, opening the passenger door of his car open for her once they made it. He emulated the shrug she gave him as he dropped their things to sit on the floor by her feet. "Mhm. I wanted to make sure I didn't have a time limit with y'tonight."

"What do you mean?" A cinch appeared in (Y/N)'s brow as she buckled herself in.

An innocent smile graced Harry's features, toothy and dimpled as he looked up at her from where he tucked the strap of his book bag under her seat. "Now I know I can fuck you all night. That's all."

That boyish smile he gave her didn't match his words as he nonchalantly closed the door behind him after he spoke. (Y/N) watched as he rounded the front of his car with a gape in her lips. 

That was her Harry in his cozy jumper and glasses, but one glance down to the waist of his pants and the bulge that tented the fabric reminded her of just who he was in private. 

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ahhhhhh first gravity blurb how exciting!!!!!!! thank you so much for reading and sorry for any mistakes!! if yu have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in!

[soylent-crocodile]

Bohf-bwam (Monster)

(Book of Hours, Flanders; kept in Baltimore, in the Walters Art Museum)

(This is a very old one, created years ago when I first saw this amazing piece of medieval art. I did some minor edits to their statblock, and completely redid their description- they were originally just "no one knows where they come from or what they're thinking, they just cause violence". Nowadays I try to ensure that every creature I make has some kind of story hook to it, rather than being a prepackaged Random Encounter. Enjoy!)

Bohf-bwam are chaotic, violent creatures that spawn in places with high magic potential and a particular veneration for weaponry and martial prowess- typically forming with a hand gripped tightly around a specific and well-adored weapon. Most often they form in the great halls of castles, wielding a displayed ancestral weapon, although more low-tech societies may accidentally create them in camps or villages. Indeed, the bohf-bwam pest problem is hypothesized to be a reason why so many "barbarian" cultures have an aversion to arcane magic, as their love of weaponry can easily produce large groups of these creatures when mixed with magic.

A bohf-bwam's violence is erratic, instinctual, and unplanned; these fits may come and go, and the subject of their violence is typically whatever or whoever is close to them. It is not unheard of for bohf-bwams to be tamed, somehow, by a particularly kind and affectionate person, and such creatures will focus their violent rage on defending the subject of their attention, becoming peaceful- even friendly- in other situations.

Particularly powerful magic weapons may spawn larger, more powerful bohf-bwam. Such creatures gain the Giant and Advanced simple template and lose the oversized weapon ability. Many gain additional spell-like abilities relevant to their weapon- a bohf-bwam wielding a +1 Flaming Sword may have the ability to cast Fireball 1/day, for example.

A small bipedal reptile-like creature scurries forward, a hand wielding an axe where its head would be.  Misc- CR2 CN Small Aberration HD3 Init:+2 Senses: Blind, Blindsense 90ft Perception:+2 Aura: Aura of Martiality 30ft Stats- Str:15(+2) Dex:15(+2) Con:12(+1) Int:4(-3) Wis:6(-2) Cha:13(+1) BAB:+2 Space: 2.25ft Reach:5ft Defense- HP:16 (3d8+3) AC:15 (+1 Size, +2 Dex, +2 Natural) Fort:+3 Ref:+3 Will:+3 CMD:13 Immunity: Dazed, Dazzled, Stunned, Confused Special Defenses: Fast Healing 1 Offense- mwk Handaxe +6 (1d6+3) CMB:+2 Speed:20ft Special Attacks: Proficiency with All Martial Weapons Feats- Iron Will, Power Attack Skills- Intimidate +5, Knowledge (local) +1, Perception +2 Spell-like Abilities-  Spiritual Weapon 3/day Special Qualities- Oversized Weapons, Spiritual Echo Ecology- Environment- Any Languages- Aklo (Cannot speak) Organization- Solitary Treasure- None (mwk handaxe) Special Abilities- Aura of Martiality (Su)- Creatures affected by a bohf-bwam’s aura must make a DC13 Will save or be compelled to use any available melee weapon, as opposed to spells and abilities, natural weapons, or ranged weapons, in combat. This is a compulsion effect and the save is hit die based. Aberrations and creatures with intelligence 2 or less are immune to this effect. Oversized Weapons (Ex)- A bohf-bwam wields weapons as though they were a size larger than they are. Spiritual Echo (Sp)- The weapon created by a bohf-bwam’s Spiritual Weapon spell-like ability takes the form of whatever weapon the bohf-bwam is currently wielding in its head-hand. If it is not weilding a weapon, it cannot use its spell-like ability.

[mac-and-thefox]

Mountain loves to cook. He loves the science, the art, and the feeling of creation behind it all. Mountain has an amazing memory so it only takes him once to make a recipe and then have it memorized for future use.

Hes not so much of a sweet tooth kind of ghoul. I mean, he loves when any of his pack members make sweets and desserts, it's just not his preferred thing to make.

So, he loves creating food that is savory and herbaceous. When he's cooking, he sprouts different herbs at the base of his antlers, and just picks them to add to his recipes as he needs them. No dry, ground up, prepackaged herbs for this ghoul. He always produces the freshest and most flavorful rosemary, sage, basil, and so many others.

It makes his cooking special compared to the meals prepared by other ghouls. Don't get me wrong, there are some other amazing cooks in the pack, but Mountain's food just always has that special ingredient of fresh herbs boosted with loving, caring Earth Magic. It's fortifying, strengthening, and you can taste the love and devotion that goes into preparing it.

Once Aether leaves the band and starts going on Ministry-related business trips, the pack starts going to Mountain when they're sick. His soups, prepared with his special and unique herbs, are perfect for boosting immune systems and helping cure illnesses.

It's not uncommon for Swiss to come running to find him to ask for fresh herbs when trying to woo Rain, Aurora, or Dew with a special meal. Mountain obliges most of the time, taking the time to properly prepare and package the herbs before sending them off with Swiss with a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the ass.

For @amara-among-the-stars, who wanted some sweet ghoul thoughts. I hope you feel better as the day goes on. 💙😘

[streaminn]

Coffee Enid [#2] 👍

After that faithful day of Enid serving her coffee and freshly baked pastries, she didn't think any of it about the punk, gothic, business woman???

Enid didn't know what to think of the short 5'1 woman that hardly overlooked the metal counter of her stand. But she was cute, in a death-punk way??? So many questions in the poor wolf's mind but she didn't think any of it.

Even after receiving a $100 tip in her jar JUST after she opened and served her FIRST coffee and pastry of the day.

However, that tip changed the game for her, at least in the equipment of one better mixer that wasn't a hand-me-down from her bestie, who also was her employee that did deliveries at their bakery. Listen, the wolf had an act for people, so she wanted to be on the front lines, and selling coffee.

Bitch wanted to bust out her lattee-making art skills she learned on TikTok and cafes!

But yes, Enid needed to conduct business and better improvements with her team aka her best friend group, so she was gone for 4 days, her usual clientele knew her situation so she didn't think any of it.

But to her surprise, someone was waiting for her at her stand, standing there like a stray cat looking for its owner or "hand that feeds them", Enid was quite shocked so she said something.

"Hey! It's you that left that tip, thank you so much for that and I am sorry for the wait!" Enid said unlocked the stand and set up for the day.

"It's not a problem, I give credit where credit is due."

"Oooh, so you must have losts of credit?" The wolf laughed.

"Yes."

Enid looked at the woman confused for a moment before laughing and fixing the final machine to ready, while also putting on some drip coffee because people like drip too, no hate.

"So what can I get you today?" Enid grinned leaning on the counter.

"... Quad over ice, and... Whatever you prefer on the side."

Enid raised a brow as she smiled. "Coming right up, may take a moment."

"Take your time."

When Enid prepared the goth's quad she spared fleeting glances at her, before humming to herself. The wolf fixed the coffee just like the last time and popped the lid on it, and grabbed a fresh prepackaged sandwich, a simple cold-cut turkey sandwich with bacon and tomatoes.

She handed her order to the goth, "You seem like you skip meals, that's not good so I packed a sandwhich for you, hope you like it!"

"How do you-" The goth grumbled but gently grabbed the bag and coffee, almost bashfully. The wolf couldn't tell, she looked too. Uh. Murderous.

So she said the total, to which the goth paid with the exact change and a large tip again, and then left without another word.

"She gotta be a serial killer."

"a serial lady killer," Enid mutters off handedly before snorting and going to make herself something to drink

Goth killer is pretty after all, maybe next time Enid could ask for a name instead of this extra digits?

Or, she could not do that

Smh Enid, where's her professionalism!?

Well, it's still nice company. Always a joy to see that scathing glare and the way her brow furrows.

It's... Cute, one can say. in a 'I am totally gonna murder you,' way.

Like a cat!

Oh that's a lovely image

[waffleshark]

merry kissmas to @ko-core-o! it was really hard to pick a form for Avalon, they're all really cool!

[oswednesday]

if you gathered from my post im watching that star wars hotel video and im like,,,why didnt they have you sign up for what story route you wanted to take, why wasnt it like escape rooms and theatre moments and dinner shows and prepackaged puzzle material??? absolutely no words like! disney has more money than god! thats something anyone can do with a modest business loan or personal assets or some kind of arts grant

[maxellminidisc]

I really do think people need to start building an awareness of consumption around art. Like if you're talking about reading and film in pure numbers a year, music in how many sales you contributed, how many likes or follows your art gains you on social media, etc, you're absolutely falling into that consumptive mind set. And you need to step back and realize how uncomfortable and evil it is that you are ALSO being exploited there along with the art you're consuming.

And I'll be sympathetic and say it's not your fault! It's the result of capitalism, it's a result of carefully built and perfected strategy by industries decade after decade to reduce art into a product that you move on from one to the next. It's no longer about giving art its proper enjoyment, it's time to get up close and personal with you, to induce a passion for artistic curiosity, or inspire at the capacity it could. I'm not saying none of these things are possible anymore, but that the space for art to do these things feels like its shrinking from what I see and hear around me regardless of generation!

And I mean regardless of generation! I'm frankly sick of people blaming kids for the consumption of music and subculture especially when like whats to blame is the exploitation and sort of prepackaged shell of art and subcultures being the standard for most of what they engage with, especially online. And let's not act like people older than them havent fallen under the draw of short form formats for everything from videos, music, and literature. The lack of absorption alone I see in people my age and older in art they engage with as well as a lack of meaningful engagement as it is worries me sometimes.

My point is, I think we should at the very least think about how we engage with art and especially industries in the arts. I'm not saying never to buy an album, watch a movie, or read a book. But like consider why you feel like doing any of these things needs to be a numbers game for you, be it sales numbers you're increasing or how much media you can cram in as little time, instead of a personal transformative interaction! Idk I guess with every passing year that one Brian and Roger Eno quote gets more and more relevant to me and I guess I'll end with it. It goes:

"I think being slow is a gift to the world,” says Brian. “To say to people: you can enjoy things that are slow, where nothing much appears to happen. That’s a very important, anti-capitalist message. Capitalists want you to be constantly stimulated, consuming, and doing something different from what you were a minute ago – it’s about distraction. Stopping you staying in one place for a length of time because that doesn’t make any money.”

He continues: “So to have music, or forms of art, that say, ‘You don’t need very much,’ during a time when we’re harvesting the results of over-consumption, those are actually very important messages – you can make do with less.” Roger echoes this: “It allows you time to put distance between yourself and the frenetic.”

[h1mmel]

jingliu and otto bonding(?)

platonic fic, tw for emetophobia

rakshasa -> luocha, I chose to call him rakshasa cause the term has connections to the vidyadhara that i will leave the explanation out of this post so it doesn't turn into an autism infodump. but look it up it's really cool

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Hiding a person so forbidden from the Luofu that their name may not even be mentioned was not an easy task.

At least, that’s what this Rakshasa man told himself. Quite honestly, however, he mildly enjoyed the company as someone who usually lived and traveled solo. This is something he would never admit.

Jingliu, to his interest, seemed to have no hobbies or ways to spend her spare time. Many wasted hours were spent staring off into space. She spent a great deal of time meditating, which he found no purpose to. Occasionally, she would mumble words he did not know the meaning to in a language unrecognizable.

When he finally found the time of day to ask her about it, he received a vague answer.

“I meditate to keep my mind clear. My martial arts help slow the effect of Mara on my psyche.”

Martial arts are for fighting, not meditation, the Rakshasa had wondered to himself, but he voiced no criticisms.

Jingliu never shared with him much information about himself, so he never expected an elaboration. He also knew little about her deal to seal away her Mara by some unknown entity, though he could tell very well its effects.

He pretended he couldn't see when she would have to pause while walking to catch her breath, face paling and doubling over in agony as the cursed effects of the Abundance raged within her body. He pretended he could not hear when, through the thin walls of their dwelling, he could hear her gasping and groaning in pain from where she laid on the living room couch. She did not want to show weakness in front of him, so he was not about to cross that boundary and offer his assistance.

Jingliu ate little, but her body still required sustenance, so he took it upon himself to cook for her after realizing she put little effort into doing so. Before he insisted upon such, most of her meals consisted of snacks from vending machines and occasional servings of prepackaged noodles.

As a middle child in his family, this Rakshasa man had enough experience cooking that he felt confident preparing foods for others. Jingliu, unlike his siblings, was not picky and seemed to like what he prepared for her at least enough to tolerate it without complaint.

As such, it raised his concern hearing the obvious sounds of her throwing up coming from their shared bathroom, knowing she’d eaten nothing but the food he’d made her. At first, he considered leaving her be as he often did, but then decided that if he had indeed given her food poisoning, an apology was in order.

“Jingliu?” He carefully knocked on the door.

No response came for a few moments, but eventually he heard her voice.

“...Use the neighbor’s toilet,” her voice sounded strained.

“I don’t need to. I’m just checking to make sure everything’s alright.”

“Go away,” came a blunt reply.

He did not object, and left her alone.

The Rakshasa man spent nearly an hour enjoying his time on the living room couch when it had temporarily been freed from its occupation. He made an attempt to read, but it was difficult to fully immerse himself in his book when he could hear the obvious sounds of a struggle occurring within the bathroom just down the hall. It was an hour before the groans coming from within turned to pained sounds approaching the volume of a scream. It was also an hour before he got fed up and returned to the bathroom’s door.

He knocked three times, and he did not receive a reply.

“Jingliu, you’ll disturb the neighbors. Is everything alright?”

Silence.

Finally, a reply. “Are you stupid?”

He did not react. “Let me come in. I am a healer, after all.”

Both of them knew well his healing had no effect on her Mara, but he still hoped she’d take him up on his offer. As a somewhat-doctor, he at least had a pleasant bedside manner and could possibly help alleviate some of her suffering.

“...Enter.”

The door was not locked, and the sight he was greeted with inside made his stomach twist. Things had been knocked off the counter and scattered across the floor, ranging from toothbrushes to makeup and hairpins belonging to the both of them. Bloody handprints stained their white bathrug as well as the towels, and Jingliu was on her knees, hunched over the toilet, her back turned.

He did not show any sign of shock to her despite his own surprise, instead kneeling next to her and trying to assess her condition.

The Rakshasa had never seen Jingliu in such a state before. With her hair disheveled, skin deathly pale, mouth and nose dripping blood which was smeared across her face and stained in her clothes in places, she looked more dead than alive. A brief glance into the toilet bowl found the sight of blood mixed with golden Ginko leaves.

So it wasn't food poisoning. That made things much more difficult for him to treat.

“Do you know what’s wrong?” he spoke in a voice uncharacteristically soft of him, not wanting to startle the woman.

“...The price.”

“Pardon?”

“The price… I’m paying… I’ll… pay the- ghkh…” her words were cut off by a retch which turned into full on vomiting. Pale hands gripped the porcelain bowl so tightly the Rakshasa feared she'd break it as she gagged. He watched more blood heave from her lips, followed by a single golden leaf that she promptly spat out where it landed with the others.

“Hnnghhk…” her eyes did not open after she was finished.

At first, he touched her tentatively, placing a hand on her back and waiting to gage her reaction. She did not object or even move, uncharacteristically of her, so he took this as consent to try and soothe her.

He rubbed her back as she recovered from her bout of throwing up with struggling breaths and occasional gags. After a little while, she lost the strength to remain sitting on her own, and slumped against his body beside her for support.

However, this peace did not last long and her body did not spare her much time of rest before the Rakshasa felt her tense up again.

This time she did not throw up, but he felt her spasming and thrashing, looking as if she were being attacked from the inside. The man used both hands now to hold her steady, and while she tried, she was too weak to break free from his hold.

“Stop… I need to-! Hnfhghk…you’re.”

Her words came out between gasps, barely understandable through slurred speech.

Then, she did throw up again, and he was barely able to move her to the toilet in time before more blood spilled from her lips, followed by multiple leaves this time around. He used one hand to hold her hair out of the way while the other rubbed soothing circles at the peak of her spine.

“It’s okay,” he murmured to her softly. “It’ll pass. Just focus on breathing through your nose.”

Eventually it did, and she slumped against him again as the strength left her body.

“Otto Apocalypse,” she mumbled through gritted teeth. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Not right now. It’s not my time yet, nor is it yours.”

“I’m- hnghh,” she looked as if she were about to object, but he felt her tense again as another wave of pain swept through her body. This time, he adjusted their position so that she faced him, pulling her into a comforting embrace with his head resting in the crook of his shoulder. It was a strategic move to keep her from flailing, but it felt oddly comfortable at the same time.

Fingernails clawed at his back as cries which turned into sobs racked the woman’s body. Each time she tried to squirm away from him, he used a hand to hold her in place, which she didn't have the strength to break away from. He almost felt bad restraining her like this, but feared if she was left on her own while writhing around, she might hit her head on the toilet or cabinets nearby. Judging from the blood matting her hair on the back of her head he’d only just noticed, and her struggling speech and slurred words earlier, she most likely already had.

It was a long time before the wave of spasms passed and she was finally allowed a moment of reprise. This time, she did not attempt to speak, so the Rakshasa chose to fill the silence. He did not know how conscious she was at the moment, so he addressed her not expecting a reply.

“Your body rebels against death as if to say it isn’t your time yet. You’ll have to stay with me for a little longer.”

“I’m already dead…” her voice was wispy. “I’ve already died.”

“You still breathe, your heart still beats, and your mind is still strong. For as long as that lasts, you still have a mission to fulfill,” he paused for a moment. “That’s what you told me when we first met, and I questioned the nature of your body.”

“It’s shattered,” Jingliu rasped.

“Your mind? Heart?”

“My sword heart.”

The term didn’t make sense to the Rakshasa, but he did not question her words. There were many phrases and definitions he did not understand as an outsider to the Xianzhou, and it felt like an insensitive question to ask her to elaborate. Since he did not know how to respond, the Rakshasa instead let the silence settle between them.

Eventually, her breaths evened out and he realized she had fallen asleep in his arms without his noticing. While he didn't want to move her at risk of disturbing her rest, he wished to clean the blood from her face at least, so he gently lowered her to a place on the floor that had been spared from her violent outburst earlier and began preparing a rag wet with warm water.

Her eyelids fluttered as it pressed up against her forehead, but her eyes did not open. It was only then that the Rakshasa realized she lacked her typically donned blindfold, which he wondered the reason for, but was thankful it hadn’t been there to get thrown up on. He would have to deal with her lingering anger if she’d lost something of such importance to her.

He noted her ragged breaths even in her sleep, and watched as her brows contorted in pain. Even sleep would not grant her peace from her curse.

Otto did not look at her face further as he finished with his work.

[ratherchaseamouse]

Sharing my opinions on various Rum Tum Tugger ships because I have them

Tugger x Bomba: the OGs. Icons. Bi4Bi t4t annoying4annoying together4ever. Love them forever and ever. This too is yuri

Tugger x Misto: LOVE to see it! Don’t like how Some People want them to fit into the most basic boring prepackaged Netflix rom com gay “relationship dynamic”. They’re little freaks. Oh also this too is yuri

Tugger x Alonzo: I just find it kinda boring? Seems like ppl just took two of the “conventionally attractive” (in air quotes bc. They are ppl in cat makeup and spandex) male characters and put them together. No chemistry IMO

Tugger x Plato: I didn’t care for it at first but now I can see the merit (esp in the 1998 movie) . I’m a huge platoria sucker though so I like interpreting it as Plato and Victoria bonding over a massive crush on Tugger (a hc that I’ve heard from others too)

Tugger x Victoria: see above

Tugger x Demeter: I think it has interesting possibilities, story-wise, but they just don’t seem compatible at all. Anxiety personified x king of disasters seems bound to break.

Tugger x Munkustrap: I tend to see them as brothers, but sometimes I see art or smth that I enjoy. IIRC a handful of actors have played into this headcanon or referenced it. Lots of humor potential

Tugger x Grizabella: I don’t hate it but like, I don’t like to ship Grizabella with anyone bc that’s not what her story is about. That being said Tugger would 100% have a may/december romance

Tugger x Skimbleshanks: speaking of may/december, idk where I saw this but it was drawn as a crack ship by someone? And I actually love it I think the idea of these two together is hilarious but also kinda sweet :)

Tugger x Jennyanydots: similar to skimbleshanks in concept, but onstage I always feel like they have more of a familial relationship. Ik in the revival choreo Jenny has that fainting moment so I can see where it comes from

Tugger x Mungojerrie or Rumpleteazer: meh I guess I can see it but like there are so many better options?

Tugger x Etcetera: nope nope nope nope absolutely no.

I’m done bc I cannot think of any others that I’ve seen

[bright-and-burning]

get to know you better game! answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better

thank u @freeuselandonorris <3

last song i listened to:

TEXAS HOLD ‘EM by beyonce (literally dancing around my apartment to it akdjskjd)

currently watching:

right this moment a [redacted university] d3 indoor track meet stream… men’s mile let’s go

in general… not really anything lol. i need something good to get into honestly, thinking abt the bear or new girl except i don’t have the necessary accounts for either and im too lazy and tired immediately after work to figure out 🏴‍☠️ing

currently obsessed with:

mclaren takes up like 70% of my brain matter . if you can’t tell . the prepackaged grocery store asian sesame salad i was going on about earlier!!! track and field but like a weird spread of d3, d1, and pro athletes lol. i’m in a weird place rn where i haven’t like figured my life out enough to do anything more than operate on autopilot just trying to survive so that’s kind of it but hopefully the long weekend lets me sort the rest of my todo list so i can get into/back into like. swing dancing and books and art and jazz clubs etc etc. trying to convince my friends to go out to bars this weekend bc i badly need socialization but it’s sooo cold i think im not succeeding :(

friends i have no idea who has been tagged . not even in the slightest. so idk if im gonna hit nine people but go for broke besties

@ocontraire @landoisokay @albonoooo @albontology @crozierahegao @crimsonicarus @otterpiastri @argentinagp @chilegp

[artisanscarecrow]

So this is a bit of an old one. I did this back in... 2022, I think?

I really liked No Way Home, and it spurred a huge hyperfixation with Spider-Man. I was already a fan of the franchise, but the fixation came prepackaged with this movie and I couldn't escape it.

The villains of the flick were very clearly the stars of No Way Home, and while watching Amazing Spider-Man 2 during a binge of all the Spider-Man flicks, I did this drawing.

I had a lot of fun with the "glass breaking" effect on this.

...Though, Electro wasn't my favorite of the villains in NWH. Maybe I'll post some art of that guy someday, when I build up the courage, heh.

Drawn using Procreate.