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deanbrainrotwritings · 11 months

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— NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

SUMMARY : trying to study, but yoongi's insatiable.

PAIRINGS : min yoongi x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : non

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, cockwarming, swearing

WORD COUNT : 2.5k

A/N : I wrote this while going on a family road trip. no regrets, only my sister knew what I was writings. title is from the moody blues' song, but this is a song I dedicate to dean winchester. wait, this is a bts story... anyway, it's the first time I'm posting and I hope y'all enjoy it X

“Come on, Y/N,” Yoongi whined with a pout. He watched her work out a physics problem on relativity, eraser shavings sprinkled along the sheet of paper in the notebook she was using to write down her equations and work before typing in the answer on the laptop. “Homework is not that important,” he grumbled, sitting next to her on the couch, he watched her roll her eyes with a little smirk on his lips.

“Namjoon doesn’t agree,” she argued, and it was his turn to roll his eyes, “besides, I told you I was only gonna do two problems,” she typed in the answer and then turned to look at him at last. He immediately leaned in to kiss her, hoping to make her forget her homework, his gentle fingers holding her jaw, their soft lips meeting in a tender kiss.

He smiled against her mouth when her breath hitched and she melted into him immediately. The taste of her rose lip tint made his mouth water and his heart leaped in his chest with delight. His mind became foggy and peaceful until she bit his lip and shoved him back a little.

“Hey!” He whined, sucking on his bottom lip to soothe the non-existent pain. She ignored him while chewing on her cheek, amusement tugging at her tinted lips and she started working on the second problem.

He stared at her for a few moments, his eyes narrowing at her, watching a blush wash over her cute face. He didn’t care if she was about to be done, he was impatient and wanted her attention now. So without a care in the world, he pressed himself against her, began rutting his hips against her side and leaned forward so he could pant into her hair by her ear.

“Yoongi,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around the pencil in her hand. Her nipples hardened beneath her tank top and her pussy released arousal.

“Finish the fucking problem,” he growled, his hand sliding under the silky beige top, touching her warm skin underneath until he was cupping her breast and gently rolling her nipple between his fingers.

“I… I can’t…” she murmured, her face heating up even more when she felt his cock harden underneath the thin material of his black sweats.

“No?” He mocked, then stopped moving. She let out a shaky breath, her plump lips parted and her doe-eyes wide. Yoongi was sure she could beat Jungkook right now, but he ignored the thought, took the pencil and notebook away from her to throw it carelessly on the coffee table where her laptop was. “I thought you said it was important,” he accused with a grin.

“Shut up,” she became flustered, looking away from him and crossing her arms over her chest, hiding her hard nipples from his hungry eyes. He smiled smugly, staring at the side of her beautiful face, wrapped his fingers around her ankle, his eyes sparking with love at the sight of the duck-print ankle-socks that covered her feet.

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m older than you,” he warned playfully, stretching her leg out . Warmth bloomed in his chest, especially seeing her become stubborn with her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed. She didn’t fight him when he spread her legs with his hips, but she kept insubmissive eye-contact with him despite her clit beginning to pulse with desire.

“I’m not even Korean,” she told him, gasping when he started to rub himself against her clothed cunt shamelessly.

“Respecting those older than you applies to most cultures, I’m pretty sure you fall in that category.” He licked his lips, stared at her pink mouth and her soft, little tongue when it poked out slightly to wet her somewhat dry lips. “Is that what your mother taught you, hmm? To be rude and disrespectful to someone older than you?”

“You’re not that old, Yoongi,” she argued breathlessly, her hands landing on his hips, fisting his loose t-shirt the more he continued to grind against her. She bent her knees, lifting her hips to match his rhythm and let her head fall back against the arm of the couch with her eyes shut.

“I’m still older than you, you brat,” he hissed through his teeth, leaning down to kiss her stubbornness away. His tongue swiped across the seam of her lips, feeling no resistance from her when he pushed his tongue past her lips, her tongue welcoming his as it entered her warm mouth.

He held himself up with his hand by her hip, his other hand sliding up the back of her knee, making her squirm as his fingers brushed against the secret ticklish spot there. His slim fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, little moans of pleasure falling into each other’s mouths.

A tinge of whiskey lingered on Yoongi's tongue and despite hating alcohol herself, she was addicted to the way it tasted in his mouth. The memory of him making her try whiskey for the first time made her stomach flip with happiness. When he served her a glass to show her his favourite while Jimin drank some champagne, watching with a knowing grin as Y/N sipped a little. She coughed up the strong alcohol with distaste on her face and couldn’t finish the rest.

Yoongi was surprised with her reaction, a tender smile on his handsome face. Meanwhile, he easily downed the rest of her whiskey. He should’ve known since then that alcohol simply wasn’t for her, but he liked sharing drinks with her, spending time with her more than anything. Before they got together, it was his way of being close to her, drinking from her cup at every failed attempt, not realising that she agreed to drinking just to be close to him, too.

He pulled away from the kiss for air, his warm breath puffing over her wet lips. He smiled down at her, his hips becoming still despite how desperate he was. He stood up on his knees to pull his grey shirt over his head, watching her eyes shine up at him lovingly, entranced as he sat back to lower his sweats and his boxers.

“Take your clothes off, Y/N,” he told her, wrapping his hand around his cock, a smirk replacing the smile he had on his face. She swallowed, her eyes moving down to his dick as she silently removed her tank top, exposing her bare chest to him as he thumbed the slit of his cock to spread the precum that dribbled out in small beads.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmured, sliding her shorts and underwear down her legs. She immediately brought her fingers to her pussy, circling her entrance to gather the arousal his kiss and the friction of his hips caused her to release. She slid her fingers up to her clit, teasingly rubbing circles all while he bit his lip and watched.

“So are you, more than any flower or any star in the sky,” he murmured earnestly, making her falter in touching herself, suddenly shy. His words made her blush once again, her eyebrows raising in surprise. He gave her a cute smile, embarrassed that he’d said something so cheesy to her and he stopped stroking himself as well, swallowing nervously upon becoming flustered himself.

“I need you,” she whispered, reaching out for his waist, she pulled him towards her, ignoring his comment so he’d stop being nervous. Her eyes were so soft and warm, he could sink and drown in her tender irises, letting her dilated pupils drag him into the depths of her passionate soul.

He grabbed her hips, lifting them slightly, sliding his cock through her wet folds before lining himself up with her entrance. He admired her face when his cockhead pressed against her warmth, captivated by her eyes and her lips. His heart skipped a few beats, his breath getting tangled up in his chest as he gently pushed into her pussy, engulfed in her heat little by little until he was fully inside her.

He leaned forward again, pushing his hips against hers, their warm bodies pressed together. He leaned over her to drop an affectionate kiss on her head, right where her adorable bangs began and let her bring him down to her lips. His sleek, dark hair tickled her cheeks, but she didn’t mind. He’d let it grow out and he loved the way she tugged at it every time she rolled her hips up against his and arched her back so her breasts were squeezed against his chest.

He hummed softly against her mouth, thrusting into her lazily, smirking against her mouth. She brought her leg over the back of the couch, spreading herself out some more for him like a good little slut. He didn’t say that thought out loud. He could feel her slick coat his dick, it excited him and he knew she felt his cock throbbing inside her the longer he kept the pace slow and sensual.

“Yoongi,” she whined against his mouth. He pulled away, biting his lip teasingly. He sat back on his legs to watch himself move in and out of her and started using his thumb to rub random shapes on her clit that made her squirm in pleasure. “Hurry, I’m hungry,” she chuckled playfully, pouting adorably at him as she pinched her sensitive nipples.

“For my dick?” He teased, swivelling his hips until she was nearly being pushed up the couch. She pressed her hips against his, circling them to stop herself from moving up the couch further. He hissed softly when she squeezed her velvety walls around him, then she glared at him because she knew what he was doing. She slapped his hand away from her clit and she started to rub quick circles to get herself off and be done with it.

“You’re so annoying.” He didn’t acknowledge her words and started to thrust into her again, faster, playing along as she sought a quick orgasm. He watched her carefully, the way she threw her head back and detached her sharp canine teeth from digging into her bottom lip to let out a sweet little moan.

He lowered his lips down to her breasts, pressing his forehead against her cleavage to he suck the skin around her nipples before lapping at the erect buds. Her warmth clenched around his cock and he brought his free-hand to her other breast, kneading the flesh in his large hand, then deliciously pinching her nipple.

She gasped, arching into him even more, as if offering herself entirely to him while her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging gently. He sucked harshly at her nipple in gratitude. His hot mouth trailed up to her collarbones and he smirked when her walls clamped down on him again, a groan slipping past his swollen lips. He reached for her wrist to stop her from orgasming, not quite finished with teasing her.

“Yoongi,” she whined again, and he nearly let her have what she wanted.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” he moaned into her neck, his tongue licking at a little lovebite he was sure would bruise her soft skin. She squirmed beneath him, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair as he continued to fuck her. The sound of his voice, how wrecked and raspy his words came out made her moan softly in response, her pussy pulsing around his throbbing dick.

“Yoongi, let me cum,” she gasped, overwhelmed with the sensations he was making her feel; from the way his warm mouth felt on her neck, his deft fingers pinching her nipple, his cock sliding in and out of her, hot and throbbing, brushing against the sweet spot in her walls as he intertwined their fingers.

“Are you begging?” He asked breathlessly, a smirk tugging at his lips knowing he was frustrating her. This time, the tug at his hair was painful, so he bit her jawline in retaliation before smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. He wrapped his arm around her waist, fucking into her mercilessly, nearly orgasming when she let out one of the loudest moans he’d ever heard her make.

She loosened her grip on his soft locks, her fingers tightening between his fingers, still held by his hand against the couch. She squealed his name, her body trembling as she finally orgasmed, a breathless little laugh slipping past her kiss-swollen lips and he smiled at the sound. His name quietly fell from her lips over and over and he pulled out of her, leaving a trail of his hot cum along her folds and pelvis.

He panted above her, gazing at the lazy, blissed out smile on her lips that he knew was also plastered over his own face. He pushed his semi-hard cock into her again, thrusting languidly and nuzzled into her neck.

“I love you,” he murmured, slowly stopping when his cock softened inside her.

“I love you, too.” She played with his hair for a few moments, let him place his whole weight on her as he pressed his cheek against her shoulder with his eyes closed. They both let themselves bask in the afterglow of their orgasm, his cock safe inside her pussy still.

“I need to finish my homework,” she mumbled tiredly, gently pushing his shoulders, careful of the one that he had surgery on. He said it was fine, that it didn’t always hurt, but she always felt her entire body squirm at the thought of him feeling even a slight burn of pain from it.

“My cum is all over your skin and you wanna do homework?” He mumbled against her shoulder with a smile, not budging from his spot above her.

“I wanna eat some food, too.” He had to see her face as she said that. He lifted himself up and gazed at her lovingly, met with an innocent smile from her. He laughed adorably, sitting up and watching himself slip out of her while biting his lips at the sight of his cum on her skin. “I’m gonna take a quick shower… Yoongles,” she teased, reaching for her underwear, she slipped them on so the soft cotton would catch his cum and stop it from staining the couch.

“Can I come?” He wondered, admiring her half-naked body, the gentle curve of her waist to her hips, the exquisite sculpture of her back when she picked her clothes up from the floor.

“One, you already came,” she deadpanned, standing in front of him, admiring the way he stood there completely naked waiting for her response. He rolled his eyes and playfully landed a smack to her ass. She yelped at the slight sting and let him wrap his arms around her waist, meeting his lips for a kiss. “Two, can you please cook for me today?” She kissed him again and gave him puppy-dog eyes.

“Whatever,” he mumbled against her lips, letting her go. He gently pushed her away from him and she chuckled, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile. He immediately recognized the look in her eyes, excitedly gathered his clothes off the couch and floor, making their way to where the bathroom was.

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#min yoongi #min yoongi x reader #bts #bts smut #yoongi #min yoongi smut #7.1

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fighting-naturalist · 10 months

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Sam/Jack/Daniel moments 3/?: “The Nox”

#godiwishthatwereme.jpg #stargate #sg-1 #stargateedit #jack o'neill #richard dean anderson #sam carter #amanda tapping #daniel jackson #michael shanks #s1 #ep7 #7.1 #sam/jack/daniel #***edits #oh to be woken from my slumber by sam and daniel gently caressing me

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uhohitsdorian · 1 year

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My DSS2022 piece for @dungeonmistrix! I fell in love with Su'li from the moment I saw her.

[Image: a digital drawing of Su'li, a young half-drow girl with lilac skin, wearing an airy seafoam-green jacket (bèizi) beneath a paler skirt, tied with a sash and belt over her chest (qíxiōng rúqún). Her long, white hair is half-up in two buns. With outstretched arms, she holds up a golden, circular structure crowned with seven points, and contemplates it with wide, amber eyes. Her hair and clothes sway as if in a breeze, and she's framed by a rounded border and a backdrop of deep blue, starry sky. End ID.]

#DrowSecretSatan2022 #D&D #Art #Drow #Half drow #Hanfu #The Pictures of Dorian They #ID #7.1 #2023

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fleshmongler · 1 year

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I hadn't drawn any fanart in a while so I decided I would draw Tashlit today. This is her outfit in 7.1! She is a very interesting Other type to me.

#pale #pale web serial #pactverse #otherverse #7.1 #my art #tashlit

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littlemourningstar · 10 months

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Oooh I almost forgot to do this!!!

I was requisitioned to write a particular fic and did some brainstorming 👁️👁️ so I will be working on that tomorrow 👁️👁️ I’m sorry for a third smut fic in a row but I am

👁️👁️ insane 👁️👁️

#wip a day 2023 #7.1 #182/365

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rye-views · 1 year

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Barbie in a Christmas Carol (2008) dir. William Lau. 7.1/10

I would not recommend this movie to my friends. I would not rewatch this movie.

Some people reminded me of other characters like someone dressed as Snow White, Frosty the Snowman, and Belle. I also vaguely got Dr. Strange vibes from the portals and Sleeping Beauty from the three ghosts.

I love the dogs with the top hats. I like Catherine.

I wonder what my chains are if I were ghost Aunt.

#barbie #barbie in a christmas carol #a christmas carol #christmas carol #2008 #animation #movie #film #review #commentary #william lau #rye-views #7.1

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dailyanneofgreengables · 2 years

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Chapter 7: Anne Says Her Prayers (part 1)

When Marilla took Anne up to bed that night she said stiffly:

“Now, Anne, I noticed last night that you threw your clothes all about the floor when you took them off. That is a very untidy habit, and I can’t allow it at all. As soon as you take off any article of clothing fold it neatly and place it on the chair. I haven’t any use at all for little girls who aren’t neat.”

“I was so harrowed up in my mind last night that I didn’t think about my clothes at all,” said Anne. “I’ll fold them nicely tonight. They always made us do that at the asylum. Half the time, though, I’d forget, I’d be in such a hurry to get into bed nice and quiet and imagine things.”

“You’ll have to remember a little better if you stay here,” admonished Marilla. “There, that looks something like. Say your prayers now and get into bed.”

“I never say any prayers,” announced Anne.

Marilla looked horrified astonishment.

“Why, Anne, what do you mean? Were you never taught to say your prayers? God always wants little girls to say their prayers. Don’t you know who God is, Anne?”

“‘God is a spirit, infinite, eternal and unchangeable, in His being, wisdom, power, holiness, justice, goodness, and truth,’” responded Anne promptly and glibly.

Marilla looked rather relieved.

“So you do know something then, thank goodness! You’re not quite a heathen. Where did you learn that?”

“Oh, at the asylum Sunday-school. They made us learn the whole catechism. I liked it pretty well. There’s something splendid about some of the words. ‘Infinite, eternal and unchangeable.’ Isn’t that grand? It has such a roll to it—just like a big organ playing. You couldn’t quite call it poetry, I suppose, but it sounds a lot like it, doesn’t it?”

“We’re not talking about poetry, Anne—we are talking about saying your prayers. Don’t you know it’s a terrible wicked thing not to say your prayers every night? I’m afraid you are a very bad little girl.”

“You’d find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair,” said Anne reproachfully. “People who haven’t red hair don’t know what trouble is. Mrs. Thomas told me that God made my hair red on purpose, and I’ve never cared about Him since. And anyhow I’d always be too tired at night to bother saying prayers. People who have to look after twins can’t be expected to say their prayers. Now, do you honestly think they can?”

Marilla decided that Anne’s religious training must be begun at once. Plainly there was no time to be lost.

“You must say your prayers while you are under my roof, Anne.”

“Why, of course, if you want me to,” assented Anne cheerfully. “I’d do anything to oblige you. But you’ll have to tell me what to say for this once. After I get into bed I’ll imagine out a real nice prayer to say always. I believe that it will be quite interesting, now that I come to think of it.”

“You must kneel down,” said Marilla in embarrassment.

Anne knelt at Marilla’s knee and looked up gravely.

“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I’d look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer. Well, I’m ready. What am I to say?”

Marilla felt more embarrassed than ever. She had intended to teach Anne the childish classic, “Now I lay me down to sleep.” But she had, as I have told you, the glimmerings of a sense of humor—which is simply another name for a sense of fitness of things; and it suddenly occurred to her that that simple little prayer, sacred to white-robed childhood lisping at motherly knees, was entirely unsuited to this freckled witch of a girl who knew and cared nothing about God’s love, since she had never had it translated to her through the medium of human love.

#anne of green gables #anne of green gables daily #anne daily #chapter 7 #7.1

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frozaru · 1 year

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𝕺𝖒𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓! 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊. 😍

Lately, I've watched an iceberg on Sanrio and it was quite interesting, plus wow, I didn't know they did that much...but NOW I find out there's a crossover between Hello Kitty and Pusheen? Ahh, that's so perfect! I finally see the appeal and now I totes want something in future. Idk who my fav Sanrio character is yet (Cinnamonroll is a very good boi though 🥺) but I'll find that out on my own. I also kinda enjoyed Aggretsuko too...oh, you can find the collection here btw! 😊

🎴My Carrd

#sanrio #pusheen #hello kitty #merch #sanrio merch #collab #kawaii #aesthetic #im a dude but idc i still want it >w<#7.1 #2023

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jeswii · 2 years

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Manaan is so pretty!!

#swtor #star wars #manaan #7.1 #swtor 7.1

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touchstiel · 1 year

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EVERY TOUCH EVER ☞ 44/?

7.1 Meet the New Boss

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mikeladano · 3 months

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Thanks Bop! Receiver working again!

A big thanks to Boppin, who got my 7.1 surround sound receiver working again. “What’s the make and model?” he asked. I squinted and shone a light with my phone. “Denon AVR-1910,” I emailed back. He responded with two possible solutions. One of which was simple: a reset back to factory settings. I asked what good that would do? I was sure it wasn’t a settings issue. Bop said that sometimes…

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#7.1 #AVR-1910 #Boppin #Denon

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drjohndisco · 6 months

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They took away Tealc's eye shadow, but gave Jonas a decent haircut? You win some, lose some I guess??

#liveblogs*#7.1

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fighting-naturalist · 10 months

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Sam/Jack/Daniel moments 4/?: “The Nox”

#stargate #sg-1 #stargateedit #jack o'neill #sam carter #daniel jackson #richard dean anderson #amanda tapping #michael shanks #sam/jack/daniel #s1 #ep7 #7.1 #***edits #daniel: *doing important diplomatic stuff*#sam and jack: OOH! snacks!

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uhohitsdorian · 11 months

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Doodle dump time!

[Image: a collection of greyscale doodles, as follows:

1) A portrait of the artist, lying on the floor with an existential expression as their face and hands begin to melt into a puddle. On the wall above them is a simple calendar with two shaded days marked, two weeks apart from each other. I was trying to capture the feeling of realising your D&D is not today but in a week from now, or alternatively missing a game that’s long finished/been on hiatus.

2) Cato, a chubby drow with an irritated expression on his face, having been woken from rest on a false alarm. His narrow eyes are narrowed yet further than usual, and his arms are folded over his chest. His hair is full of curl rollers and he’s wearing a sheer robe with a fluffy, feathery trim, the very picture of sophisticated decadence interrupted.

3) A work-in-progress from a larger piece, depicting Solace, a very short, gaunt drow, with downward-pointing ears, leant on his gnarled walking cane and staring ahead with a look of resolute nihilism from beneath his choppy hair. His foot on the side away from the cane is turned far outwards from its knee, in a way that it looks like it ought not to be able or comfortable to. He wears a peaked cap and a sharp cape coat with brocade fastenings, and warily clutches a battered journal in his free hand.

4) A very simple little cartoon of the artist knelt down with a ring box, on the verge of tears, proposing to mononykus: a small, feathery dinosaur that looks somewhat like an owl crossed with an anteater (modelled after its appearance in Prehistoric Planet, in which I fell in love with it). Beneath it is small text in brackets that reads “I am going to put it on her one big claw”, referring to the ring. Mononykus, with long, narrow tongue extended, looks indifferent to the whole affair. (Disclaimer: this is a joke about how quickly I was taken with and utterly delighted by this animal upon learning of its existence. I am not attracted romantically to dinosaurs.)

5) A headshot of the artist, with a small moustache drawn on and lines down from either side of the mouth like a nutcracker’s hinged jaw, in a peaked cap with an anchor emblem. (I was going for sort of a Toy Soldier-type sona, and I know mine looks very similar to its inspiration, but I can’t help that I look like that and these kinds of service uniforms have a lot of common design elements. This character would be maybe a clockwork lightkeeper.)

6) A drawing of my grandparents: a bent-over, ancient, serene-looking man with two watches on each wrist, and an elderly woman with curly hair and beady eyes, wearing a large chunky necklace and waving.

7) A very simplified drawing of my sorclock, Piper, wielding their meteor hammer. They are drawn as little more than a triangle and a quadrilateral with arms and dotted eyes, and a few lines for their characteristic hair, with two ellipses for the ends of the hammer, rotating too fast to be seen.

8) Solace, in his peaked cap and coat, laying face-down in the snow, given up. All that can be seen from under his hat are his pointed ears, and tufts of hair in every direction. Behind him are a few telltale footprints, marking his path, and fat, blurred snowflakes fall across the whole of the image.

End ID.]

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