#i also find it ironic that i have a fear of needles but i have piercings and tattoos n plan to get more i am a paradox i guess

[illyabata]

♜ wriothesley and his big hands.

slightly suggestive in one paragraph, but romantically so :3

covered in callouses and scars, one wouldn’t imagine wriothesley’s hands to be a symbol of anything all too romantic. but he is nothing if not gentle—when it comes to you, at least.

the iron fists that he uses to keep the fortress of meropide under lock and key are the same ones that rest on your waist to find comfort, the same ones that tug you close at night, the same ones that cradle your face like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

his hands are rough and scary. his hands are the softest things you’ve ever felt.

he is incapable of consciously doing anything that would bring you harm. he has only ever laid you down—gently, carefully—kissing you, worshipping you. he wants to be able to see your face no matter what; he wants to be able to hold it no matter what. he wants access to all of you—he wants to be intimate with you.

wriothesley is a big man, but it has never scared you. he has done things less than desirable to land himself in a place like the fortress of meropide, but it has never scared you. his hands are rough; his hands are big; his hands are covered in blood—but it has never scared you.

the scars that run down his neck, stripe his chest, crowd his arms: you trace each one with your fingers—your small, soft fingers—and he shivers as if you possess a cryo vision of your own. your untainted, un-calloused hands touch each intersection and cluster of healed wounds with absolute fascination, listening so intimately to the stories tattooed on his body by his own spilt blood, as if the stretched skin were the grooves on a record, your little hands the needle on the player; as if by tracing these grooves, the memories recorded in their wake would unfold.

just as a music player reads the language of its disc, you have the unique understanding of the language on wriothesley’s skin.

he secretly prides himself that he is able to protect you. that he alone can provide you the comfort and stability you desire—no other man. it is wriothesley, even with the sutures that litter his body, who has the privilege of being yours, and of having you as his own. to you, his scars are not a measure of his worth. his scars are not some separate, unfortunate feature that you are merely excusing in order to love him, no—they’re included in the contract. they are a part of what it means to love him.

the gracious nature of his authority commands respect from anyone who knows his name—and there is no man who does not. he is greatly loved by all, and he is greatly feared by all—but not by you. they love him for what he does; they love him as the man he presents himself to be in small, carefully crafted fragments.

yours is the privilege to love him as a whole, and it is yours alone.

so how are we feeling wriothesley nation (i still dont know how to pronounce his name, i use the korean voiceover) (also reblogs are appreciated because i’m just getting started here)

#genshin impact #wriothesley x reader #wrio x reader #wriothesley #genshin wriothesley #genshin impact x reader #sorry the paragraphs are sort of all over the place #its like a coagulation of broken thoughts idek at this point #pretty happy with it overall tjpuvh #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin writing #mbj.write

[lazarish]

I just re-read gen 1 of laby, so 🌙🕷️ and ☁️ for Selene!! Also, if I'm allowed, 🌱 for the gen 5 heiress

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Wish is an interesting word ;)

I think despite how selfish she can be, Selene's real wish is just for her world to be good and peaceful. Especially early on, she assumed that would just mean her family and the people around her, but I think as time goes on she starts to realize just how influential her life is, and the sheer scale of the possible consequences.

As for how far she'll go... well, we kinda saw that, huh? She's for sure much more likely to sacrifice herself than others, though.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Ironically she is super scared of bugs. Although the worst for her isn't spiders, it was always wasps, because spiders are creepy but wasps have needles in their butts.

As for real fears, she's always been haunted by this specter of being useless. She kind of knew she wasn't ever going to be what her family wanted her to be, but she always hoped she could be something.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

She can sew! Technically she has magic that can do it for her but she finds the process of hand sewing especially really calming.

And oh, my dear. My darling. If you express literally any interest at all in any of my stuff i will let you get away with murder. You're allowed literally anything ily

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Aria Crystal Labyrinth and her family took a lot of trips back to Haupia (to visit great-grandpa!) but once a pod of dolphins swam into the bay where they were swimming. Her parents wouldn't let her get too close but she watched them playing and got to throw some fish their way!

#asks #ask game #shoutout to the server for helping me name g5 btw im so indecisive all the time #but also the idea that youre rereading my stories 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Joel waking up after his fever breaks to see you tending to him

everything happens for a reason, Like Fungus heating up from the earth crust and starting to infect human life.

Or the first few weeks of the outbreak your AWFUL abusive boyfriend was First infected and you were saved by Joel Miller.

it took him and yourself years to feel comfortable around each other and by then he had Tess. But traveling with a girl across the country you going to make sure she was safe. you and Joel Oddly. and finally after years of knowing each other became friendly. you were stunned to see him opening up to Elle. he was always Blunt and honestly fearful. and had barriers and was hit first ask questions later. but now he was letting his guard down. and it fascinated you. A Rusty dagger got Joel. right in the Stomach. were instantly terrified it hit an organ. how it didn't you weren't sure how but he was losing a lot of blood. and you also knew he was probably going to have an infection that could kill him. you have seen people Die from all sorts of things. infections, wounds, and One from Sneezing too much. you really aren't sure What was wrong wit that women. but she sneezed herself to death.

Elle was out hunting for food, which you weren't sure if was a good idea. but she was freaking out in the basement so you sent her to go but to stay close and to be careful as you dug into your bag. In another life your Grandmother was Herbalist and your mom banned all medical medicine in the house. you weren't even vaccinated for anything until you were 18. that was your big 18th birthday gift.. Vaccines. you thought your mom and Gran crazy but the moment the world ended. you grabbed their herbs and books on plants. and you now deal with natural medicine when it's to hard to find medical.

you had no medical medicine for Joel. you had an Advil that would probably do nothing for his pain but you gave that to him hours ago. Joel mocked you as you collected Weeds as you walked. ironically a weed will at Least calm his fever. Plantain. A weed that Never dies. you. And Yarrow commonly knows for "soldiers' wound wort". it's used to help with wounds. during war time soldiers would use this to make ornaments to heal their wounds.

they work, but Slow. and with how much blood he lost you knew he would need a blood transfusion. your Dick of a ex was a doctor and he did make a transfusion at your apartment. you had clean needles in your bag, So after preparing the medicine for Joel you used your years of growing up with your mother. then you went around searching for things to Give Joel blood. Elle came back unsucessful as she helped.

"how you know how to do this? I thought you said you were a teacher?"

"Life. experience." yu weren't going to tell Her about your past. not that. she was a Kid.

"I'll do it.. he can have my blood." you smiled weakly looking up at Elle as you found clean tubbing. it was in a bag in he garrage. you think it was meant for a fridge water tube. Duct Tape will Fix the big issues.. you figured.

"Can't be you- we have no idea what will happen if you mix your blood with others.. plus if your the wrong blood type you could kill him."

"So you know his blood type?"

you shook your head, "no- But Im universal blood."

it wasn't pretty but you got it done. you weren't a doctor. Hell you weren't even a nurse. but at least that will help him.. or Kill him. you weren't sure.

it was the middle of the night. as Elle was asleep beside Joel as you were fixing hsi Jacket as he opened his eyes for the first time in days. he had a single tear roll down his cheek as you smiled weakly whipping it away as you smiled weakly, "Hey"

he went to talk but you hushed him and laid down beside him. on the other side of him as you Rested your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes relieved he was awake.

Joel remembers telling you both to leave him to die. he ordered you to take Elle and to forget about him. he was stunned to see you Not Only still here. but wedged in between you both. he couldn't believe you would Stay for him. he didn't deserve it. he thought. to be cared for. he still felt awful but he couldn't imagine how you both felt. he was suppose to be protecting and caring for you both. Not the other way around. but you just smiled down at him. fixed his tear and laid down as he reached over grabbing your hand squeezing it tihgtly. you squeezed back as you whispered softly "Sleep Joel we need you still okay?"

"okay"

#Joel miller #Joel miller imagine #the last of us #the last of us imagine #tlou #tlou imagine #fandom imagine #imagine

[siryouarebeingmocked]

SYABM complains about a quest again.

There's this CKII-style quest.

The lead is a guy in the 80s, who runs a company dedicated to fighting supernatural threats, researching it to make money (like XCOM), and other activities. The Quest Master gives a bunch of advisors in various categories, and the audience get to vote on available options, and the QM rolls to determine success or failure.

The "Stewardship" advisor is a racist.

That's basically his only character trait. He's a connected Southern gentleman, and he's a "racist bigot".

In fact, he's such a racist bigot that he can't be allowed close to the actual troops, because he'll presumably have Heated Gamer Moments, so to speak.

The obvious question is "Wait. Couldn't the MC hire someone else with the same skills who isn't a raging bigot? Especially someone whose job description includes making connections with a lot of people, in a company that operates worldwide?"

Apparently not.

Also, one of the other advisors got married and had a kid. A few thousand words ago. I just hit the point where we learn she was married to another woman.

In the 80s.

In America.

How do we learn this? Well, the MC marries a Japanese woman, and she casually mentions the respect the advisor and her wife have for the MC. And also that the Steward has a "history of racial bigotry".

Last time I checked, the wife grew up in Japan, in the 80s and maybe 70s. Which...would also be pretty racist and sexist and not exactly gay-friendly. Heck, the narration when she was introduced pointed out that Japan was still a male-dominated culture.

But apparently she's personally really tolerant. Especially compared to the other clearly flawed waifu candidates the quest had. She's explicitly supposed to be a "Yamato Nadeshiko", a traditional Japanese housewife.

Which seems odd, considering the whole "successfully running a company in a culture that frowns upon her doing just that" thing.

Oh, and another advisor is described as 'black-haired' and 'brown-skinned'. This is supposed to be following the MC's perspective. And calling characters "brown-skinned" or "dark-skinned" seems to be a modern progressive thing.

A random guy in the 80s, even a progressive one, would probably call her "black" or "black-hispanic" or "hispanic" or "Indian" or some specific ethnicity. He should have that info on hand, because he hired her.

So, yeah, this feels a lot like the QM wanted to acknowledge prejudice and stuff, but didn't actually think it through. 

EDIT:

Since I wrote and queued this post, I've gotten a few more chapters into the quest, and I've noticed some...details.

A while back, God - yes, the God - randomly showed up while The protagonist was eating at a cafe and said " I'm going to die and be reincarnated for no explained reason. And I want you to find my reincarnation and take care of her."

this is the first time that God has appeared in the entire story. There are Angels and Devils, but nobody mentioned  the big guy or his actions specifically, IIRC.

the reincarnation turns out to be little girl who is found in a Brazilian favela.  some real bad hombres lock her in a dark room, drain her magical blood, and sell it as a drug.  as a result,  God's reincarnation has a fear of men.

and only men.

not needles or seeing blood or the dark, just men. 

It's possible they did...other stuff, but the story isn't clear. In fact, we don't even get to 'see' her captors, only the aftermath of the rescue, from her perspective. The fact that they’re men is just implied.

and who does the protagonist (and the quest readers) decide to leave her care to?  yep,  that's right, the aforementioned couple.

God is a woman, and she lives with lesbians.

So I'm starting to think that this particular subplot is some kind of  attempt at ironic edginess. I'd probably care less if I wasn't a) Christian, and b) a writer myself. It shows the same lack-of-thinking as some of the other stuff.

Just to be clear, this isn’t portrayed as a good thing. The protag’s job - which he seems remarkably cavalier about - is to make sure Little Miss Godette doesn’t grow up toxic. 

For obvious reasons, that would be bad.

#personal #fanfic #sjws #social justice #writing

[frickfrackiwastakingabath]

Hehehe

...

Pinned

Tws for a lot of fear and intimidatikns, as well as threats of torture and needles

...

Tubbo could deal with the possible torture, but holy FUCK was that buzzing annoying.

... not to say Tubbo was good with being tortured. He was quite opposed to that, actually.

He felt exposed. The glass walls, while trapping him, never made him feel unsafe or claustrophobic. But right now, everything could see him be scared and the humans could force him out of the lantern and he was suffocating and-

Hmmm..Hmm...

FUCK OFFFFF.

The necklace would not shut up. It was just a constant underlying buzzing to go along with his preexisting panic attack. Even though Tubbo wants nothing more than to be dim, his anger and fright are keeping him probably brighter than usual.

Tubbo was snapped out of his hyper awareness of his body and brought into hyper awareness of his surroundings as Phil and Wilbur entered the room. Uh oh.

Phil stood in the door way, half closing it. Uh oh even more,if the more moral one was leaving. "Call if you need anything... try not to go too over board?"

"I know what I'm doing, Phil," Wilbur rolled his eyes, placing what looked like a sewing kit in one of those metal cookie containers next to the lantern. "Have Techno take the knight out to town or something while you look for the wall critters."

Tubbo silently begged Phil not to leave, even though he knew it wouldn't make much of a difference if he was there. His eyes went back to Wilbur, who was standing close to the desk to make SURE Tubbo was looking up at him.

Wilbur pulled a small thread that was tied in a loop out of his pocket as he opened the door to the lantern, throwing it in.

"Put that on." Wilbur rolled his eyes.

"What is it?" Tubbo crossed his arms, flying as high as he could away from the string.

"Temporary magic disabler," Wilbur explained, scoffing. "The knight would kill me if I accidentally killed you."

Tubbo slowly fluttered closer, watching Wilbur, who was watching him, closely as he put it on.

The necklace string... hurt. It gave him the katharsis of like, having stiff joints cracked, but it also felt like he was already being squeezed. On the plus side, he was just as dim as he'd hoped before,not that it'd help him now. Even the necklace quieted down.

As soon as the thread was resting on his shoulders, Wilbur's hand wrapped around him,pulling Tubbo out of the lantern.

"Tell me what the magic item said," Wilbur grabbed a needle from the sewing kit. "Or I'll have a nice addition to my butterfly collection."

Tubbo squirmed, wincing at how awkwardly his wings were positioned in the folds on Wilbur's hand. He was hyperventilating, Wilbur must have felt his pounding heart.

The wizard tsked, inspecting the needle he was holding. "Wooden needles are too dull, and steel ones bend too easy..."

The needle got closer and Tubbo's skin started to tingle. Oh no-

"I find iron-" Wilbur smiled, booping Tubbo on the nose with the needle. The fairy gave out a yelp of pain, furiously wiggling in Wilbur's grip. "To be much more efficient."

Tubbo screamed as the point of the needle touched is back, right between his wings. It burned and grew severe as it punctured his skin.

Tubbo was going to die here... wasn't he?

Hmm... Hmmmmm

He could focus his ears hurt and it hurt too much to hear anything and-

Tubbo just screamed. He called out for the knight and even Phil a few times. He cried out for Ranboo mostly.

He would take no thread and outside the lantern over Wilbur meticulously stabbing him with iron where he knew it would hurt the most.

Eventually, Wilbur put the needle down, but didn't put away the sewing kit. Tubbo's breathing was heavy exhausted from the screaming and stress his body was under. Tubbo almost gave into relaxing before he heard a snipping sound.

Tubbo forced his eyes open, trying to make sure they stayed in focus of what Wilbur had in his hand.

Sewing scissors.

Tubbo grew frantic, fluttering about and bending his wings even more. But the wizard was still, only looking down at the fairy in contempt.

"Stop being such a pussy," Wilbur rolled his eyes. He snipped the string around Tubbos's neck and threw him back into the lantern, not before Tubbo's whole body flared in burning flame. "Maybe next time you'll just give me what I want."

Wilbur left the room and Tubbo fell to the bottom of the lantern, laying flat. He was tired, but couldn't sleep, what if Wilbur came back and actually got his wings? Or read his mind in his sleep or something?

Tubbo held his eyes open, the necklace humming. This would be a long night.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #crime accessory au #tiny!tubbo #giant!wilbur

[lifblogs]

So in terms of fics I like, I had to go back to my faves list to see if there is a pattern somewhere. Apparently there is lol, and it can be summarized into hurt/comfort and whump lol.

On a more detailed note, I like a lot of character exploration, particularly with fear (or lack of thereof). Like stories where a character doesn’t feel like they’re good enough but chooses to try and push on. Or where a character has nothing to lose and they don’t realize they’re walking a dangerous line they won’t come back from if they make a choice.

In terms of physical aspects, horror elements tend to be a fave. Body horror, monster horror, irrational creepiness, the whole nine yards. Psychological horror could go here too maybe?

That all being said I love a good tooth rotting fluff fic if there’s any that stand out for you. Comedy and crack are also fun. As for ships, I don’t have much ship preference so I’ll read any ship, healthy or toxic.

That’s all I could summarize it as! Basically hurt/comfort, whump, and character fear, unless some fluff, comedy, or crack sticks out. Hopefully that narrows something down? I feel like that covers too many bases XD

Turns out there's a word limit, so I will have to reblog and reblog with more additions. Bear with me.

Blank Canvas - Lucifer's creativity when it comes to torture knows no bounds, and he yet again comes up with some new way to torment Sam. Even within the Cage Sam is reminded of what he truly is.

Pins and Needles - Since Sam stopped ignoring his hallucinations of Lucifer they've been getting increasingly worse, and he just wants it all to end. (Okay, summary doesn't really match the fic here, but this was for a Sammy's birthday prompt fill, and Lucifer just has a lot of fun with needles while Sam's on a bathroom floor.)

Sunder - After Sam gets mugged Dean sees it as his responsibility to get revenge. (Takes place during season 10.) (This one is definitely a character study.)

How to Get Rid of Nightmares - Dean has been getting nightmares since he got the Mark removed and the Darkness was unleashed. His unhealthy way of dealing with them leads Sam to summon a Baku, a spirit that devours nightmares, in order to help his brother. When the spirit turns Rogue, not only is Dean's life at stake, but his soul as well. (One of my first longfics.)

The Cave - Lucifer brings Sam back to life after he's killed by vampires in Apocalypse World and he forces him to make an impossible choice. (Bit of a rewrite of the scene in 13x21 "Beat the Devil" where Lucifer brings Sam back based on the original blocking to the opening of the scene.)

"Dean" - Lucifer uses his powers to make Sam think Dean is the one hurting him in the Cage. (I don't know where this one came from, but go nuts.)

Blood - Sam and Dean are investigating a vampire case, and for Sam it strikes a little too close to home. (First attempt at a script fic, so it's a bit of a mess, but I think it's a good Sam character study with decent gore and whump.)

A Rose by Any Other Name - Having the ability to manipulate the Cage to his will, Lucifer makes it look like he and Sam are in a rose garden. In this new setting, Sam undergoes unimaginable torture that makes him rethink who he really is. (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.)

I'm Sorry - Now that Sam's back with Lucifer again the Devil tries everything he can to get him to say yes. (I think I wrote this one while manic. Enjoy.)

Nightmares - With Jack staying in the bunker now, Sam's finding it difficult to sleep.

Sam - Sam is captured by a Satanic cult, and without Dean to help him, he has to find his own way to get out. (This is all about the Sammy.)

Keep On Fighting - Sam's hallucinations find an ironic way to torture him, and he can't seem to find a way to stop them on his own. (Lots of fun gore. Thanks, Teen Wolf, for teaching me about trepanation.)

The Price of Dean - John takes off, leaving Dean without money as a way to punish him for an argument they had, and after running out of options, Dean realizes he has to do something dire if he wants to feed his brother. (Readers love this one.)

Take Me to Church - When Sam grabs onto Jack as Lucifer teleports them to a church, Lucifer decides to do more than give up lying. He wants to show Jack up close why Team Free Will hates him, why Sam is so afraid. (Takes place during the season 13 finale.)

Take Me Home -After Lucifer's death and Dean being taken over by Michael, Sam and Jack are left in the abandoned church all alone. With their injuries they're going to have to figure out a way to survive, and pray that Castiel will make it to them in time. (Oh, look, the sequel to the one above!)

Bleeding Reality - Two are dead in the quiet town of Windom, Minnesota, and with no obvious cause of death, Sam and Dean decide to investigate. A new monster has them digging into uncharted territory, where the dangers are those they can't recognize. They're drawn in deep, and for Sam, there are dire consequences. (Bit of a novella, lots of gore, lots of fucked up stuff.)

Deathless - While sorting through the artifacts kept by the Men of Letters, Sam happens across a mysterious and powerful amulet. As he is pushed into using its dark powers he is forced to face his traumatizing past and forge the way into a possibly more terrifying future. (One of my longest and most popular fics filled with whump, angst, and character studies. Don't read the sequel yet as I was working on a rewrite.)

A Knight of Hell - Abaddon's journey to become a Knight of Hell. (Dark and fun.)

The Hole - Hunters capture Jack, and they decide to bury him alive.

Where It All Started - Something visits Sam in a nightmare, leaving very clear instructions about what he's supposed to do, threatening to kill Jack if he doesn't comply. Sam listens to it, unable to do anything else. (Definitely on my darkest fics list.)

Where It Is - Sam gets back home after his meeting with Lucifer, and he has to follow his demands. Dean and Castiel have found Sam's note. (Sequel to above fic.)

Where It Will End - The end is here, as Lucifer promised. (Final piece of this tiny series.)

Infection - Sam gets raped by demons on a hunt, and he realizes he has to get tested for STIs.

The Sins of Heaven - After running away from home, Jack is kidnapped by angels who want to use him to repopulate Heaven's dying forces. (Another one of my most popular and longfics ever. Angst, whump, gore, messed up dark shit. I think I've read it at least five times.)

Splintered - Sam finishes up a normal day at school when everyone suddenly vanishes. And as if things couldn’t get any stranger, a man appears and takes him away. The journey that follows leads to places new and old, and self-realization with dire consequences. (This is actually in a Sam anthology! It was so fun to write.)

Eyeliner and Cigarettes - After the vampire hunt where Dean found the man wearing makeup, he's been curious, and now he wants to give wearing makeup a try. Dean doesn't really know what he's doing, but he's on a tough case and knows he could use something to de-stress. That seems to go sideways when Castiel shows up and drags him into more violence.

Death by a Thousand Cuts -Castiel makes a deal with Crowley to keep the demon king off the Winchesters' backs, but it lands him in trouble with their Purgatory deal and his position in the civil war in Heaven. TAKES PLACE DURING SEASON 6. (Lots of Castiel torture time, and angsty Destiel. Does have a continuity error in it, but it's too late to fix it.)

Adrenaline - Dean is captured and used for an underground demonic fighting ring.

#ask #samatedeansbroccoli #spn #fanfiction #darkfic #whump #angst

[maestro-of-clockwork]

What's your favorite sea creature?

Mine are whales, which I find ironic since I kinda have thalassaphobia. Just the thought of being out in the middle of the ocean with slow movements and no where to go and suddenly a giant creature comes out from the darkness under me. . . Gives me chills

I like all sorts of sea creatures, but funnily enough (considering your fear), I find those that dwell in the darkest depths of the sea especially interesting. I find it fascinating that they've adapted in such a callous place.

Although every creature in this universe has adapted to their own strange little environments, it's very impressive to see how nature responds to so much water pressure and pure darkness. I'm fond of how alien they often look, too!

The one I resonate with the most would be the anglerfish...for obvious reasons, of course. I also enjoy their needle-like teeth, it gives them a vicious look! :)

#ask and you shall receive. {{ a s k }} #dhmis ask blog #tw thalassophobia

[angstandhappiness]

My EIGHT comic! Smoke Ring AU again! Featuring the duo's unfortunate encounter with a former lower moon demon with corrosive acid BDA! The right panel at the bottom is something I couldn't squeeze in between Zenitsu fainting and then him protecting Senjuro, grabbing him then dashing backwards. Thanks to @idiotwhotalkstoomuch​a 

convo between me and @idiotwhotalkstoomuch​ :

angstandhappiness: Zenitsu will probably saved Senjuro from the more dangerous demons though, if they ever encounter them, even if he probably doesn't remember it afterwards and thinks that Senjuro is the one who got them out

idiotwhotalkstoomuch:  Yep I can see that, maybe they face some former lower moon and Zenitsu saves him from this one since Senjuro's smoke didnt work but since Zenitsu was asleep, hes convinced Senjuro managed to get them away from a former lower moonSenjuro is so confused

angstandhappiness:  LMAO 🤣 don't worry Sen you won't be the last one to be baffled by that. Shouichi would totally relate to that. Senjuro describing his thoughts on Zenitsu, and the former lower moon demon he killed. He had to collect himself a few times and his breathing, but tries to be honest as he can without grumbling. Do you want some close-ups? I tried to make the flashback look good

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Senjuro's just so lost on the case of Zenitsu lmao

angstandhappiness: what did you like about my comic of Sen's thoughts on Zenitsu?

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Senjuro's clearly pretty irritated with Zenitsu but also respects him due to the sequence of Zenitsu protecting them at the right side

angstandhappiness: nice. does the right side also conveys his confusion about this guy?

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Yup

angstandhappinessWhat do you think of the former lower moon demon I made to be killed by Zenitsu?

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Looks pretty good, they have an imposing appearance that does imply their former lower moon status

angstandhappiness: Snake hair, crab pincers, spider legs, four eyes, and two sharp toothed mouth with one in the middle of the stomach. The former lower moon has a belly mouth with five big sharp teeth and needle teeth inside of it

angstandhappiness: Before they met the former lower moon, did Zenitsu ever fainted, and was it at their encounter with the lower moon demon the first time Senjuro had seen fainting Zenitsu?

idiotwhotalkstoomuch:  Nope Zen never fainted. He either screamed or ran behind Senjuro who managed to save him

angstandhappiness: Zenitsu's teary and fearful thoughts on Senjuro. Do you know how hard it is to find clawed hands references. I hope this flows alright, Zenitsu's hard to express properly

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: I mean I cant imagine clawed hands is the first thing people create for references.  Flows a bit strangely to me but given I wrote the dialogue I know the order its good I love how it alternates between his shame and fear

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Love how you draw Zenitsu's expressions legit looks like how his canon self would emote when talking about this lol, kinda confused why the panel where Zenitsu talks about demon slayers seems to have demons

angstandhappiness: That panel is meant to show that there are also demon slayers in the crowd as wel

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Ah I see that makes sense

angstandhappiness: Would this be better with or without dialogue? 🤔

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: HAHAHAHAHA NOOO THE BABY SWORE LMAO I like the dialogue being there

angstandhappiness: The sequence of Zenitsu being badass in his coma, and Senjuro's brain short-circuiting.  Also Senjuro's left hand got corroded by the demon's BDA, corrosive acid it secrets from the maws of its claws and belly mouth. Senjuro managed to ripped it off before it got past his shoulder. He'd been regenerating it the whole comic

angstandhappiness: What do you think of my comic?

idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Oh I love that, Senjuro's transition from shock to confusion is hilarious and fits the general reaction to Zenitsu's sleeping skills. It’s ironic Senjuro gets hit by acid since he can turn into smoke that is toxic lol

angstandhappiness: Some panels that I couldn't fit into, for the comic of Zenitsu's first sleep-fight in front of Senjuro. Sen tried to at least protect Zenitsu from the wave of acid, but Zenitsu saved Senjuro instead

.idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Aww Sen looks scared and pretty vulnerable which makes Zenitsu finally managing to step i and be the one to save Senjuro cute

angstandhappiness: Zenitsu kind of grabbed Senjuro and jumped backwards, avoiding the acid splash zone. Or is there a thing called dashing backwards 🤔 idiotwhotalkstoomuch: Probably if you’re skilled enough you could dash backwards

angstandhappiness: Zenitsu probably is

#personal #smoke ring #demon senjuro au #kimetsu no yaiba #comic #idiotwhotalkstoomuch

[euncheols]

hellooo everyone, u can call me june / el if we’ve met before (they/them), and i’m here to present kang euncheol, local scatterbrained and coffee-stained tour guide at the lotte world folk museum who probably cares more abt the displays he’s introducing than the crowd lol. i’m still workin on his plots, so i’ll probably be slow replying to plotting msgs until i hopefully finish them by wednesday, but for now here’s his BIO, his PROFILE, MOODBOARD, & PLOTS! a sparknotes edition is under the cut :>

background:

24y/o, he/him, lives in #3015!

the younger of two siblings. his brother eunyeol moved to the united states a few years ago, so his mother’s his only family left in south korea

i’d appreciate it if you could avoid using gendered terms to refer to him in replies unless we’ve talked about it first !! 

( tw: themes of death, specifically funeral homes; the tldr is that his family operated one as an extension of their home and he briefly worked there as a teen ) - - - his family operates a funeral home that’s been in business for 30+ years now. it might have been okay, except it was technically just an extension of their house, and the proximity to something so morbid made it difficult to make friends in school (no one rly wanted to hang out anywhere near someplace like that lol) ( end of tw )

all things considered, he came out pretty okay-adjusted ?? his mother was really patient about it all and shielded him and his brother from that line of work until they each decided they were ready to learn about things. it’s given him a tendency to get wrapped up in thoughts abt spirituality and existentialism, but he really wants and is trying to be more grounded

he did develop a fear of needles because of it, but it’s a lot better now, he just can’t look

he was previously a tour guide at the museum but got bumped up to be the museum director’s assistant a couple of months ago....upwards mobility babey!! it’s still mostly paperwork, and now when he’s not sorting out new exhibits, he’s helping make the handmade miniature figurines that they sell at the gift shop (the museum’s full of historical miniature displays!!), but he’s gonna get to curate his own exhibit one day, he swears 😭

exterior/personality:

history nerd. very into historical reenactments, borderline larping

just moved into the apartments a month or so ago!! he’s floated around with different roommates before and had terrible times with all of them, so he’s rly crossing his fingers for this one to work out sdkjdjhd

generally a Nice Person, but he had to adapt to being called names behind his back somehow.....introducing the Polite Resting Bitch Face (🙂)!

I’m so sorry, the large red sign may have been easy to miss!  🙂 It says no touching the exhibits.

Please stop throwing weeds over the side of the roof. You don’t know whose windowsill they might be landing on (mine) 🙂.

blind as hell. huge ass glasses

doesn’t know how to manage unconstrained free time tbh. needs and appreciates having a set schedule to stick to at work, otherwise he might really just wander around until something catches his attention and sucks him into it for hours

will probably talk to you if he thinks you look approachable! he’s not afraid of starting conversations, it’s more about whether the other person actually wants to be in that conversation lmao

ironically his memory is horrible . his workspaces at the apartment and at the museum are neat but also cluttered with many reminders (and some of them are outdated, which usually doesn’t help his confusion :I)

really hates getting caught up in existentialism but he’s prone to it considering how he grew up and all?? also plagued by intrusive thoughts. currently trying to find more hobbies to keep them away

but he’s really a pretty bright person all things considered. usually smiling and usually means it, he’s just trying to get thru life and maybe finally make some more friends, because he doesn’t want to get too fixated on the past or the future

alternate life dreams include wanting one of those weighted heated blankets, like Really wanting one, but he can’t find one that’s both weighted and heated

wanted plots:

his plots page is done yay

roommate!! pls. he’s such a [loud microwave noise] to live with but at least your muse will never have a dull day ...?....... they would gain privileges to his supply of blankets (failed attempts to find that fabled Weighted Heated Blanket) and they could maybe watch...cool...NOT nerdy shows together. unless

someone who is very passionate about [their hobby], and euncheol saw that and decided he wanted to try it out too, so muse has been getting him into it, maybe with some questionable results

muse who he treats like his little sibling (regardless of whether they’re really younger/older). he was always The Youngest around his house but he likes getting to be The Older Sibling too :s

would require more plotting depending on the direction it goes, but a muse he met through his family’s business and ended up befriending outside of the job. i’d love it if they were pretty close now and have that quiet “i’ve Seen you, and i Know you” kind of trust

someone new to the area or visiting the museum for the first time who he can channel all of his enthusiasm into a tour for

#itsthq: intro #i manually small texted the rest through html but then tumblr took it all away #it is not getting a second round of tears and sweat from me

[saneinthissociety]

How would my day look like if I was a heroin addict?

I wake up in the morning, later than I would prefer to, but my sleep is not restful, sometimes I get hyperactive before midnight and find it hard to fall asleep at a normal hour. Plus, I still feel the effect of the drugs I overdosed throughout the day. But coming back to the morning, I wake up, restless, wishing I hadn't woken up at all. The willingness to start over with a new day faded away with my sluggishness and lack of energy. I get myself to the kitchen, trying to pull off some of the healthy habits that I established for myself. If I don't do them now, when I'm sober, I will not do them later in the day.

And that's when it strikes me, I see it somewhere on my table, I can smell it, I feel my blood starting to boil and the scars on my wrists itching. I take it out, my heroin, I melt it on my kitchen spoon, take out a syringe and a needle, I don't care if the needle was used already and touched dirty surfaces. I am doing all this automatically, I don't think, I don't control myself. I inject it into my body and the moment I squish in the last drop, I start to regret doing that. But the numbing effect comes quickly and any last rational thought I had disappears. I wanted to do so much today but now I am only able to lay down and give into my hallucinations. And for a moment I stop caring about all these things I was supposed to do but never will.

I wake up from my intoxication after an hour. My head still hurts and I have a bad taste in my mouth. I don't know what was happening for the past 60 minutes, I was far away from here, in another reality. I start feeling the regret, disgust and disappointment. But there's also this discomfort that never leaves me, coloured with fear, anxiety, pain and a sense of emptiness. I can't stand it, I can't let myself feel it. I blindly reach out for another dose, I inject it in without even looking. And I lie down again. I don't feel like going out, if I do, I always come back exhausted anyway. I break my souvenir mug I received from my dear friend, back then, when meeting people did not seem like an activity requiring abnormal strength. I step on the shattered glass, but I am high so I don't care.

This time, my euphoria has some distortions, I start seeing events and people from my past, so I take fentanyl in a pill. After all, it's used by doctors for pain relief and anaesthesia. The episodes of my high are disturbed by quick breaks when I need to inject more heroin or switch to another position. The worst is when someone calls me on my cell, or when I receive a Whatsapp message I should reply to. I have nothing to say, I do nothing interesting and I need to pretend I am feeling normal and upbeat... As soon as I start gaining any sense of reality, I numb myself with another pill.

The day passes and I don't know what was happening. I was drugged and alone. It's already Sunday evening, a workweek starts tomorrow and I'm not ready. I wing it, lunch, ironing, cleaning. Sometimes I skip it altogether, I will worry tomorrow, when I'm sober. If I'm sober... I go to the bathroom, should take a shower. My tshirt smells like drugs, I spilled some melted heroin on me. Because I am very thrifty, I licked it off the cotton fabric. After all, it's almost like rubbing it into one's gum. But the stain and smell stayed there. I look at myself in the mirror, at the dark circles under my eyes and bad complexion and I realise I have not rested at all. I haven't recovered from the daily stresses of my life. And now I'm going to bed to get my restless sleep only to wake up tomorrow, ashamed and awaiting till I am alone with my syringe to get myself high again.

[seancamerons]

i was telling my bf earlier in the parking lot of his library, about the times i used to rent the VHS' for degrassi high from my local library in the 2000s. there were about 20, with 2 eps 30 min. each, idk if they still have that sort of thing. who would bother renting vhs' now?

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the first eps i saw was about kathleen mead. i didn't watch dh in order. i watched next gen before i watched the degrassi high/degrassi junior high content.

one was about finding random drugs in a tampon vending machine in the ladies' room and bringing them to her sleepover/birthday party where there was a sleepover kind of party.

so once i guess her mom went to sleep, everyone got 'mega high' except caitlin (bc at that point in the series perhaps she's this goodie 2 shoes/she is an epelpetic idk if that makes things worse smoking weed or didn't seem like her vibe, which isn't an issue but i can see caitlin being 420 friendly circumstantially or there was a vibe/implied heavily she experimented with that at least in college or something!) and her i think kathleen's best friend like longtime bestie insensitively like no fcks given, told the girls all kathleens secrets.

she was an emotional high person, these girls shouldn't smoke tbh they got too much baggage ESPECIALLY KATHLEEN and evidently melanie too, and some of her skeletons were pretty damning but i assumed everyone knew about the boyfriend/the drunk mom so idk. meanwhile like poor diana didn't feel a thing! melanie wouldn't shut tf up, and it was lowkey sad for some reason bc the next episode was about her getting the snot beat out of her by a mean older creepy violent angry rude jerkass boyfriend ironically like,

why is this the first thing to come to mind when it comes to libraries?

i did remember that in the episodes, caitlin despite all the mean shit kathleen had said over the years about her, or snide and sneaky things she'd done to her over the time they were in school, actually comforted her.

caitlin was a saint bc i wouldn't ever comfort my bullies after that, i think kathleen tried to kind of weasel rick from caitlin bc she was jealous. early kathleen like jr high version ugh what a cringey and annoying, bitchy girl, like awful and annoying as all get out, in hs she had like deeply sad sad plots by comparison not to mention took a few levels in badassery but still, like caitlin of all people really?

also worth noting finding two wrapped joints in a bathroom tampon vending machine in like 1989, is just listed under things that would NEVER happen in any country or planet on earth, the likely hood is almost impossible. that shits expensive and they're all getting that stuff for free?

it's the same thing as, who would waste quality drugs on a trick-or-treater/child? simply just doesn't happen, fear mongering is the reason we all have to begrudgingly attend trunk or treats with our adult friends who are parents or hear about it from friends who have kids. like i needed another reason to just generally not want kids tbh, i'd be goddamned if random drugs came out of a tampon or pad dispenser like that, i'd be like 'okay.' i'd probably smoke it because, that's a goddamn miracle and it would probably never happen again, the equivalent to finding a four leaf clover without looking as if its a needle in a haystack on the grass.

knowing degrassi, it was probably intended for other people, like seriously it wasn't intended for kathleen and her friends, it was like a girl sharing the wealth with a friend, and it somehow fell in the wrong hands tbh. for all we know it could've been oregano. for all we know it was just like a placebo and like melanie snitched and turned on kathleen because she was sick and tired of her shit because they were amateurs and didn't inhale or something. that whole crew no offense were like 'desperate wannabes' or misfits like the ones on mean girls with the wide-flow and the heavy-set vag/army pants and flip-flops and stuff like that.

PS if you're wondering those episodes i think were called: nobodys perfect & the all-nighter

#riddle me this how did caitlin turn into nextgen caitlin? #different women #not the same #still can't stay in her line the similitaities end there #degrassi high #thoughts #library #2000s #old #degrassi #caitlin ryan #kathleen mead #melanie ? #diana ? #character #90s #80s

[islandpcosjourney]

IVF/ICSI Day 8

29th sept 2023

STIMS action scan

“I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears” - Psalms 34:4

7 Days ago I had just written about carrying out my first injection as part of the STIMS stage of our IVF cycle. I asked for prayers to help me build my confidence and they were answered. I did not live in fear of those injections each day and I carried them out without hesitation 🙏🏻

After the 2nd one, I sat in church for our Saturday service during communion weekend feeling a little tender from that particular stabbing but I knew I wanted to be there and that desire placed a cloak over the pain I felt. I was comforted by the fellowship of my lovely congregation afterwards who are so supportive of our journey and we are so grateful for their prayers, hugs & messages of encouragement. I didn't sleep very well that night because I felt nauseous and what really struck Kevin in the morning was that I was not up for the fry-up I'd been looking forward to for weeks 😂 I eventually managed an Iron-Bru sausage (culinary ingenuity of one of our local butcher's) and ½ a slice of black pudding but I still felt queasy. A lady in my IVF WhatsApp group told me she also felt the same on the morning of day 3 and that it passed so I was glad to hear that I wouldn't necessarily feel this way for the remainder of the week!

By Monday, Kevin was packing up to leave for 5wks and my hormones were all over the place! I was moody, I was in tears, I was laughing, I was numb - at least Kevin got to witness some of it before he left 🤪 small matters were getting to me, noises grated on me, I felt overstimulated at every turn and I found myself appreciating what some people with autism have to handle everyday when they are sensory, emotionally, intellectually & socially overstimulated. It wasn't much fun. I had my mum on speed-dial, my dog to cuddle & 4wks of packing to do which kept me grounded!

By Tuesday, I was on the ferry and facing my first morning injection - a pre-filled needle this time. I was warned that it might sting and cause some irritation - the nurse was right 😂 so I just lay down and slept through it, it was going to be a rough crossing anyway with the bad weather - but I missed it all! By the time I reached Edinburgh I was exhausted and had a headache so I had a nap to reset.

Wednesday & Thursday I was in work at the Scottish Bible Society office, meeting colleagues I hadn't yet met, enjoying bible study with them - it is so wonderful, inspiring & refreshing to work in an environment where each member of staff also walks with the Lord! 🙏🏻 Being a remote member of the team can be challenging at times so it's really important to connect with colleagues in person every so often to maintain strong relationships and I am so blessed to have had these couple of days this week to do that and hopefully a couple more next week too.

It is a relaxing work environment and even though I felt abdominally uncomfortable (like I was on Day 1 of my period all day every day, cramping & sore legs from pinching nerves) I really wanted to be there and a great working environment can make all the difference to someone's experience going through any sort of treatment alongside everyday life. It served me not only spiritually to be there but also as a great distraction to keep focused on what was important - not overthinking things (as I'm in bad habits of doing) and allowing God's work to be carried out as He means it to be. It can be so easy to fall into traps, to be lured into the world of IVF, talking with non-believers about their experiences, comparing notes, hearing their anxieties (and mirroring their burdens) and getting sucked into their negative trains of thought where they try to find scientific/secular meaning in every little thing that is happening and ultimately getting no answers.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with pressures and I am not trying to judge but I am so comforted in the process of "Let go and let God" - acknowledging God to direct our paths, letting go of lingering doubts, and submitting our lives to God alone. When God is in control of our lives, our lives become whole.

I have trusted in him to guide me over the years. This is where he led us. I don't know why, I don't know what's to come but I simply trust in Him. Where I was once in fear of the unknown, I now embrace it because it may lead somewhere exciting! Kevin messaged me after my latest appointment:

"I know you don't agree but it's all very exciting. I love the engineering in this. Even if it fails (which it most likely will) it's still exciting 🥰"

He's right, I haven't felt excited, I’ve been the realist, because ultimately excitement leads to disappointment, like you're expecting something & when it doesn’t happen, it feels much worse.... or that's what I thought. I think I am excited now (I felt a lot of joy after today’s appointment) but not because I expect something but rather because I don't. I'm not sure if I'm making sense but stick with me a second...... As I can't expect anything, because I am not in control, only God is, the possibilities are endless, which means that the unknown is an exciting adventure. To know what the end result will be is like a spoiler for a good book or film, it's no fun knowing what happens at the end without going through the middle section of the story first, with all the branches of the plot being intricately knit together. We are just in the middle of it and boy is it now getting exciting not knowing where each stage will lead us!

Speaking of which, the next stage! So I have had my action scan, which was to check on the progress of my follicles. An internal ultrasound was used to check that the lining of my uterus was thick enough & to look at both my ovaries to measure the size of each follicle. My right ovary has produced more follicles than the left, which I suppose makes sense because we naturally ovulate from alternating ovaries each month - September is clearly the turn of my right side 🤩

In order to proceed on to the next stage of egg collection, they were looking for 3 follicles to be 17mm. I have 3 @ 17, 18 & 19mm, 3 @ 10, 11 & 12mm and loads of wee ones (measuring smaller than 10). So, they’re hoping to find eggs in the 3 largest follicles, hoping the next 3 will grow a wee bit more so they’re mature enough to harvest eggs from those too but they won't expect the small ones to become mature enough - but 6 is a good number, we don’t want too many, we want quality egg production 🤪

The most important point is that I won’t be subjected to any more days of hormone injections than is absolutely necessary - I’ve only had to do the minimum amount, 8 days, when really I was expecting 10-12. Saturday will be my final day on hormones, with my last injection (Ovitrelle) being @ 2315, 36hrs before scheduled egg collection - this is to mature the follicles so that they can be drained on Monday, hopefully to locate an egg in each one (a growing follicle does not mean there’s an egg present within it).

God is so good to have watched over me and protected me thus far to allow each stage of this process to work as effectively as it has.

Once eggs have been collected, on Monday afternoon they will be (using the ICSI process) individually injected with Kevin’s thawed sperm and we will know by Tuesday morning if any fertilisation has taken place.

Prayer points to consider:

Pray for the cycle to continue as smoothly as possible.

Pray for Màiri as she prepares to go under conscious sedation on Monday.

Pray for Calum, Màiri’s brother, who will be driving Màiri & Christine up to Dundee on Monday (an early start leaving before 6.30am)

Pray for Christine, that her fibromyalgia will not flare up and that she will feel well enough to support Màiri.

Pray for a resolution to their travel plan options on how to return from Dundee to Edinburgh afterwards.

Pray for Kevin who cannot be with Màiri during this process and is supporting remotely from his ship in the North Sea. So far levels of communication have been satisfactory but a stable internet connection is not always possible.

Pray for them both in their relationship, to uphold each other in the strength of their marriage.

Pray for the quality of the eggs to be collected, that they will be blessed with God’s Grace.

Pray for the ICSI process, that the egg/sperm will not be compromised.

Pray for the staff in the unit - the embryologists, nurses & consultants.

Pray for those who are also going through infertility or have gone through it, no matter how long ago, for the pain leaves scars on your heart similar to grief.

On the wall of the waiting room in the ACU unit, Ninewells.

"Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us" - Romans 5:1-5

[victorypiner]

Normal coolant temp

#Normal coolant temp manuals

#Normal coolant temp driver

#Normal coolant temp manual

It may even get below 180 degrees when at prolonged stops with the ICE mostly off. the coolant temp probably does vary quite a bit. Later my cousin who had an SL1 and a friend who also had a Saturn (but I don't remember the model) mentioned their similar concerns and I was able to relieve their fears based on my observations. Is it normal for my coolant temp to be around 210 degrees I was driving around today and my coolant gauge was saying it was normal but I have a scanner. If your stock fans are working properly they. Anything 240 F and above is dangerous I would let the car cool down if the needle. An engine is operating normally when the needle points at the center or near the. 210 F is ok, and I would say normal operating temps range from 180-220. Once the fan kicked in, the temp went down considerably. With the existing stock cooling system, normal temps should be 195 except when sitting in traffic as noted above. The ideal engine temperature should be somewhere between 195 and 220 degrees. I had discovered this phenomina with my SL2, and tested that this was normal by letting the car idle until the fan kicked in. But be stuck in traffic on a day where the temperature is moderate where AC is not needed, and the coolant temp rises to temps that some would find a bit too high. Usually the Saturn is either moving, using AC, or ambient temp sufficiently cool that the coolant temp doesn't rise much past the low normal temp. This has caused a few concerns with Saturns that have a wide range between the low coolant thermostat opening temp, and the high temp that trips the fans to be on. After hard driving, they seem to be gone for now, though today my car was a bit rough at startup. I became all concerns due to symptoms of CCV freezing. Frankly it did not seem to even vaguely give a sh)t and that was many mile ago.When the fans are not operating and the car is not moving, so that there is no air circulation through the radiator, the coolant temp will rise until the fan thermostat kicks in to start cooling things down.Īs stated, if the AC is on, then the fan will always be on, thus the coolant will always be on the lower side of the limit. Coolant temps on the highway ranged from 85-97C (185-207F) ambient temp was 3C (37F). I've suffured serious (to my mind) overheating problem on an old 2.8 due to a thermostat being stuck closed until pressure just pushed it open (admitidly on the old cast iron block) and the car has never ill suffured from it long term. These are pretty sturdy blocks and if your car gets anywear near critical temps there are a myriad of sensors that will tell the car to tell you to reduce speed etc. Primary coolant loops of pressurized water reactors would generally be at a few. I would not worry too much so long as your calorstat is funtioning its fine at those temps. Automobile engine coolant typically runs close to 100 C when operating normally. According to my ScanGauge my Corolla reaches this range and then consistently stays around 188 to 190F in mixed driving. It's interesting that new coolant is around 5 degrees hotter than before. My research indicates that our thermostats open within 176 to 183F range. Good to hear the coolant reservoir cap isn't going to blow off with the temperatures! Interestingly I read another users post regarding a thermostat change on an N57 and it states to follow the procedure for belt driven water pumps to bleed the system. ISTA states that this is the correct procedure as well. If you haven't already, change the diff oil as well as that made a massive difference on mine. For most cars, the normal operating engine temperature is in a range of 195 to 220 degrees Fahrenheit, though most dashboard.

#Normal coolant temp driver

It's well worth changing the coolant if you're doing the box. Fortunately, most modern vehicles have a gauge that displays a constant temperature reading of the coolant circulating inside the engine, giving the driver an early warning about a problem in the cooling system.

#Normal coolant temp manuals

Can't find it anywhere in the Kubota manuals or PDF parts file I. for my Kubota B8200- ie., what the thermostat operates at, for want of a better spec. and voltmeter) I tried to find out what is considered normal coolant temp. I didn't add any further coolant after this although I've driven from Leeds to Swindon this morning so I'll check the level when I get back to the hotel tonight as that should have pushed through any air bubbles. Having just installed a set of gauges (oil press., coolant temp.

#Normal coolant temp manual

The other was a manual process, open the bleed screw, remove expansion tank cap, idle for 5 minutes, replace cap, rev to 3k a number of times then idle for a further 5 minutes. I found two processes for bleeding the system, one was in relation to an electric water pump which ISTA suggested the N57 has however I couldn't get it to work. I had a looked yesterday and topped up with half a litre. I will be changing the oil in the gearbox soon so it makes sense to drain the coolant whilst the undersheet is off. Ah ok, I presume it has been bled properly? There is a BMW process to bleed the system after a coolant change.

#Normal coolant temp

[siderealxmelody]

“I don’t want to keep fighting with you Mirella,” she was tired, she hated this strain between them. “I acknowledge my errors; I am shortsighted on how you felt, that my focus was on our sister. I am sure there is many other things you will also list, which I will accept as my failings.”

Marsaili had arranged this meeting between them, she had wanted to mend the drift that was with the three of them. All uniquely bonded in some way, a connection she couldn’t ignore - not that she ever wanted to. The idea of either of her sisters not being there filled her with concern and fear, the fear that one day she would feel nothing there.

She sat at the table, her hands clasped in front of her. “I don’t expect us to be close, or perfect sisters. I just…I want my sister in my life. The three of us, back as we should be.” Her nails dug into her palms. “I should have fought hard against Aunt Esme when she done what she done, I am sorry…I really am.”

Mirella could feel him down the bond. A low burning anger, an awareness that washed over her in waves. She supposed someone else would buckle under that possessiveness Melione certainly would, maybe Marsaili. But she welcomed it, nothing could truly hurt her when was there.

She would have felt guilty a year ago. Felt like she was asking too much of him. But he wasn't all muscle and anger, he needed her to be his shield too. It was equal in a way she'd never thought possible.

She listened not really looking at Marsaili but the waves outside the little cottage they were in. Why here? Did Marsaili find it charming? Relaxing? She felt stifled like she wanted to scream.

She dragged her eyes back to Marsaili waiting for the same emotion in her. Surely she'd want her sisters right? Didn't all Kindred want that?

"Don't waste your words in Esme she's just scared that we will destory her one day. As she should, she's a harpy, a Vulture picking at bones. Soon she'll be nothing but dust."

She glanced at her hands, at the short and blunt nails. At the ink on her fingers, not magic done - no by a needle. Mating Marks, and union marks. A vow deeper than some petty fae bargain. It felt real, raw and jagged in a way Night never was.

She flexed them her lips curving as her ring glinted in the light. Again not some ostentuous jewel. Silver and iron melted into a ring with Aerleas's personal sigil, she was his property. She was sure that's how many viewed her ring but she didn't see an issue with that. Why would she not want to be his in every sense of that word? He treated his people than anyone her parents had hired.

"As we should be? Do you even have a reference for that? Because I don't. As long as I could remember Raelyn it's been the three of us connected sure, but disparate. I don't have many memories of us being as codependent as Romulus and Rhysand are. Nor do I have many instances where we confided in each other. Sure maybe when we were younger or old enough to talk about males and sex. But I - we've never been close you and I. Why would want something we've never have?"

She hadn't meant to sound harsh but she didn't have patience for this nostalgia. Aerleas was right, siblings changed and sometimes not in the same way you did.

Luther and Phelan were decent to her but they weren't Aerleas family. He didn't light up like that around them, not like he did around Malan or his men. Even the former ones who were settled down or retired. He treated them all with a warmth she knew few else saw. Maybe that's why she knew if it ever came down to it, if he ever needed all of them - every male he'd helped would stand and fight with him till the bitter end.

She dragged her eyes from the window again looking to her sister. She flexed her fingers again looking her over.

"Did you and Abraxas not take the Joining Marks? Why would want a reminder of any of your past Marsaili? I thought I did, for a bit I could pretend I wanted both. But Night isn't my home, it barely counts as a place. It's false, a false court held by a false family under false pretenses. Did you know our grandfathers killed any other heir to Night and Summer? Did you know they broke away from Maeve - do you know who that even is?"

She sighed leaned back in her chair rubbing at her temples.

"I came, we talked. Can I go now? Or will you keep hounding me for something I can't give you and frankly don't really want?"

Let her sister think what she wants. It was freeing to be this selfish, to be this free with her words and not care how Marsaili took them. She was tired of watching her words or watching her tone. It was exhausting and she didn't have the energy for such things anymore. This was a waste of time but at least now she wouldn't need to wonder.

She looked back outside.

"Why was you who wanted this? Did Melinoe decide we weren't worth it?"

They could keep in touch, she didn't want them dead. She just - she just wanted to not worry about them. She supposed she should say that but it felt like too much effort so she didn't.

#luxmaeastra

[buoyant-breeze]

hello!

this is my first time requesting but your hand hc's are so wholesome i'm literally crying 🙏

could you please do them with childe, itto and thoma too?

thank you!

hand hcs [ pt. 3 ]

authors note ⊱  i love this hc set so yeah here u go <3 i added scara cuz im a simp

part one (albedo, diluc, kaeya)

part two (kazuha, venti, xiao, zhongli)

characters ⊱ childe, itto, thoma, scaramouche

warnings ⊱ none

rating ⊱ sfw

childe

his hands are veiny; thick enough with muscle to show his hand strength, but slim enough to show his dexterity and precision

quick reflexes

fingers are thicker, especially at the end; he keeps his fingernails clipped as far down as they can, because they can get unruly, chipped, and broken from his busy and combative lifestyle

skin gets dry very easily, but he forgets to moisturize tbh

lots of freckles. l o t s

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soft amounts of ginger hair on his arms

has a few nearly-invisible scars all across his hands and wrists

however, has a nasty and very visible scar down his elbow and towards his wrist on his right arm

loves handholding

will grip your hand pretty tightly, likes to intertwine your fingers with his own (he also squeezes hard)

has a thing for sucking your fingers in his mouth (sorry)

a few stray ginger hairs can be found hiding near the freckled, pale skin of his knuckles

double-jointed (especially his thumbs)

cracks his hands a lot

inside of his palms are tough and thicker than the back of his hand; not quite calloused, but just enough where you can sense the skill and age and use to them

heavy-handed, he puts all of his weight into what he does; can lead to a few clumsy incidents

itto

thicker than a snickers (id apologize but i dont want to)

knuckles protrude to the extreme

his veins practically pop out, and you can visibly see his wrist and knuckles shift each time he moves or flexes any part of his hand

fingers are wide, thick, and struggle to hold tiny things like the back of your earrings, needles, or flower petals

always keeps his nails painted dark to hide the grit that gets underneath (and also he feels like it makes him edgy)

his tattoos, obviously

also very muscular, obviously

extremely, unfathomably warm to the touch; he feels like a furnace

gets a lot of dirt on his hands

handholding is not so much holding but more like him engulfing your entire hand in his own, to the point you fear you might not have one anymore

nips your fingertips playfully

likes leather or iron braces for his wrists; no practical usage, just looks and feels nice

there are indentations in his skin from said braces being on pretty much all the time

long fingernails

thoma

pretty average hands, with fingers just a little longer than usual

not particularly veiny, or portruding, or bony, or calloused, or even muscular; literally, just very plain, if a bit dainty

takes good care of his hands! he’s very good about hygiene, and he also puts on lotion, especially after using harsh cleaning products

generally wears gloves to help protect the skin, as well

he actually hates callouses, so on the off chance he actually developed any, he would end up removing them with deep exfoliation and scrubbing; he feels like they are a little unsightly, and it makes it uncomfortable when he rubs his hands together out of habit

dexterous with his fingers; can easily catch and maneuver things in his hands (i.e. coin from opening scene of meeting thoma)

wrists have a very visible vein line that goes down, other than that there is hardly anything

intertwines his fingers with yours and likes to swing your hands together

fingertips are a little colder, but his palms radiate heat

scaramouche

the palest hands you’ve ever seen i stg

extremely bony, his veins are very blue and very purple, and are visible mainly on the inside of his wrist (pulsepoint) and on the center of his backhand

long and dainty, rather small, but they look elegant and graceful

either paints his nails the darkest color he can find or bites all of his nails off, sometimes both

lots of scars on his fingers, very silvery and very pale, like lightning

these also exist on his wrists

prefers to hide the wrist scars, doesnt give a shit about the hand ones

his hands are not very strong at all

vein pops out a little on the inside of his arm/elbow

very expressive with his hands, he gestures a lot, especially when he talks; likes to rest them on his hips, or rub them along his temples when he has a headache

if you hold his hand, he’s holding them tight and he will not let go; you are letting go on his terms

his hands are nearly freezing everytime you touch them (his body temperature in general is pretty cold; he probably has poor circulation)

that said will leech ur body heat, and this often includes stuffing ur connected hands into his pockets when walking with you, or just holding them while cuddilng with you

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[banqdanfnfic]

which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.

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