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“I’m about to act inappropriately and I formally apologize.” / kiwa @ kumaroo again

𓆩♡𓆪 — The expression found upon the male's face is something that the other has surely seen quite often, not quiet annoyance but at the same time not quite surprise, instead it was more a mixture of expected acknowledgement. Truthfully, he had grown accustomed to listening to the other say things that he normally wouldn't expect to come out of someone that looked like her's mouth, but that assumption was quickly cast aside the more he spoke to her. Not to mention Kiwa had a habit of behaving rather inappropriately at the worst possible times. He could very clearly recall just how many times he had to get them out of a very questionable situation that his female companion had gotten them into. How the two of them haven't gotten picked up by any type of authority is beyond him, he merely chalked it up to simply being lucky. It was already bad enough that she was trying to get him to behave younger than he actually was, he didn't need to slip back into bad habits from his youth.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "Now before we start behaving inappropriately, does this happen to be about some man or woman that you find ridiculously attractive?" He takes a moment to reposition himself upon the rocking chair located outside on the front porch, crossing one leg over his knee while the other remained on the floor, pushing gently to begin the chair's movement — carefully shifting Erina into one of his arms as he places a thin cloth over her body to obscure her from view, blue irises drifting away for a moment to watch as Ezekiel toddled on past and wrapped an arm around Kiwa's leg mindlessly — allowing a small sigh to escape from parted lips before he continues speaking, "Or does this happen to be about some kind of work drama? Like that bitch who keeps trying to steal your fashion designs. Is this about her?"

𓆩♡𓆪 — Normally he would watch his language around his children, but Ezekiel was only a year old and was far too distracted by... whatever it was he was staring at off in the distance (as he rather absentmindedly chewed on his fist) and Erina didn't understand anything to begin with due to being a newborn still, now if his other children were nearby... that would be a different story. "Regardless of what it is, you know that I am always more than willing to hear you out. Even if most of it is completely unhinged nonsense and out of pocket."

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“I JUST TEXTED THE WRONG PERSON AMATEUR LESBIAN PORN GOTTA BE THE GREATEST.” / kiwa to kumaroo LMAOOOO

𓆩♡𓆪 — There's a rather loud gurgling choking sound that comes from the shorter male causing for tea to spew from his mouth and land on the table he was sitting at, placing the tea cup down as quickly as he could as his free hand desperately tried to cover his mouth to catch the remaining liquid that dripped from his chin. He takes a few moments to grasp at the folded pile of napkins on the table, thoroughly cleaning himself off before wiping down the mess on the once clean table. Once he's finished, he places his free hand upon the table and gives the other the most bewildered look one could ever possibly imagine, other hand coming to rest upon his hip in a seemingly judgemental fashion.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "What on earth were you even talking about to mention something like that anyway?" He really did love Kiwa a great deal, but no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to understand her unpredictable antics. Perhaps the rather large age gap was to blame for such a thing? Not to mention he wasn't exactly raised like how most people were, he had always been far more serious than he needed to be. "And why the hell did it have to be about lesbian porn at that!? Do people your age not talk about normal things anymore? Like... I don't know, maybe the weather or about paying your bills in a timely fashion?"

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@angelatelier continued from here.

𓆩♡𓆪 — It was a wonder how he had managed to find someone willing to be a nanny of sorts for his family, someone that was willing to dedicate themselves to helping him cater to eleven children with all sorts of varying tastes and dislikes — not to mention once they'd discovered the history of his ex-husband (given he and his half-brother turned out to be mass murders without him ever suspecting a thing), that was usually all it took for them to instantly reject his requests of assistance — because no matter how much money he offered to pay them... nobody wanted to be affiliated with a family linked to two serial killers. Whether or not Kumaroo or his children were even aware of the fact or not, it didn't matter to society. In their eyes, they were all guilty by default no matter how young or old they were. He was certain that it was only a matter of time before Kiwa decided the harsh treatment they'd receive outside wasn't worth the hassle and leave. He wouldn't blame her, though. In the end... everyone always leaves him.

𓆩♡𓆪 — But much to his dismay, she kept turning up at his door every single time he required her assistance. Always ready to help with a smile on her face, always ready to encourage him to vent out his frustrations with his current situation, always there to comfort him when he'd cry his heart out about his husband's choice to kill instead of live happily with the family he had created. It was in that moment he'd realized that Kiwa had become more than just a simple nanny or babysitter, she'd become someone he could depend on for help and support when he needed it. She had become one of his best friends, and in extent, a member of his family. Hence why he always did whatever her could in turn to show her his support, helping to sponsor her brand when he could and even rep some of the things she'd design with his children.

𓆩♡𓆪 — There's a faint chuckle that escapes his lips when hearing Kiwa speak, taking a small sip of his tea from the cup in his hand, "What do you expect? Most of them are in their terrible toddling years. They're curious about everything and want to push the boundaries of what they're capable of, just like their father." Their father had always been a hardheaded and stubborn man even during his childhood, always eager to fight with someone for what he believed in no matter who tried to shoot him down or what people said to him or about him. One of the prime reasons Kumaroo had fallen so hard for him.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Though the sudden poke to his forehead catches him off guard, earning a somewhat gurgled snort on his end (due to the fact he was still drinking tea). "I know, I know, I just figured you'd maybe wanna spend time with someone else for once, you know? I'm pretty old after all, and you're still really young, most people would probably find our friendship rather strange." In truth, most people would probably think that he was keeping her here against her will, at least until they'd realize just how big she was compared to him, then perhaps they would think otherwise. Regardless though, he was somewhat glad to hear Kiwa's response to his earlier statement, because it certainly helped to make him feel more reassured. Granted most people would probably believe there may be some kind of sugar daddy relationship going on here, given just how wealthy he was now.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "We? I think your brain is a little too fried after how long we just wrangled children. The only old one here is me, missy. You're only twenty-five, I'm sitting at a whopping fourty-two."

𓆩♡𓆪 — Though he couldn't argue about the fact that watching a movie and taking a nap immediately afterwards sounded like a nice idea. God only knows when one of the children will waking up crying.

𓆩♡𓆪 — "That doesn't sound like a bad idea though..."

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;; … SHIT MY KIDS (friends both aged 19) HAVE SAID (ft myself and their mother) , A PROMPTS LIST :

“Your body is NOT a temple.” “Their body is a fucking clown car.”

“Now that I’m done overreacting— *discord cutting out robot noises*”

“I could get hit by a car and they’d lean over my bloodied body and be like: don’t you dare go wasting my money.”

“I hope you get eaten by a freaking crab.”

“This is the skill issue they speak of in the Bible.”

“I’m not like you, I’m a ✨maiden✨ in love.”

“what IS a pope?” “it’s like the masked singer. But we all know who he is. And he doesn’t sing.”

“He looks like a scrub daddy that’s been through a lot.”

“I’m about to act inappropriately and I formally apologize.”

“They didn’t even achieve that.” “You’re from a long line of disappointments. Glad to see you’re keeping it up.”

“I don’t like you…. I don’t like when you make sense.”

“That doesn’t affect me because I don’t know what that is!”

“Why did that door just open by itself?” “It’s the word of god.”

“hey that’s an insane thing to say. I think that should be illegal to say. I think you should be in jail for that.”

“Nuns go to church, right?”

“She’s got enough toxic masculinity to be my dad.”

“Is Christmas coming up?” (SAID IN APRIL.)

“What’s a man whore?” “A MAN THATS A WHORE? WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? ITS IN THE NAME.”

“There’s this thing you might not understand, [name], called post nut clarity-”

“you know what a jelly bean is but not a queef?”

“I JUST TEXTED THE WRONG PERSON AMATEUR LESBIAN PORN GOTTA BE THE GREATEST.”

“Babe, why did I randomly get Lois griffin impressions? Not complaining. Just curious.”

“Do I need to bust out the baby Mozart?”

“Don’t fucking shush me. I’ll kill you.”

“Do you want a fucking cookie? Do your job.”

“I just shut up and took my scrap metal like a good boy.”

“Titties so deathly call her the boobonic plague.”

“Wisdom is chasing you but I fear you are faster.”

“Time to whip out that tissue with that one liquid that knocks you out!” “CHLOROFORM?!?!”

“Speak now or forever hold your own cock.”

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{ Gonna try to work a bit more on Kumaroo's icons since I can't seem to muster any motivation for writing any of my drafts at the moment. }

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𓆩♡𓆪 — "Seriously?" He blinks slowly, staring in silence for what feels like a good solid minute before speaking again, "You don't know what candy is?" At first, Kumaroo wasn't sure if the other was just trying to get a reaction out of him or if he was being genuine with his question, but after some time of staring at the clear confusion on his features (or at least what features he could see anyway)... he merely lets out a small sigh. "It's generally a sugary confection made of... well... sugar, along with other sweeteners. Sometimes it's chocolate, sometimes it's fruity, sometimes it even has nuts. Most times they're made into various different shapes and even come in different sizes depending on what you want."

𓆩♡𓆪 — He takes a moment to dig around in the pockets of his pants, pulling out various small objects — folded pieces of paper, a pink pacifier, a few spare coins, until he finally managed to pull out a little cube shaped object wrapped in baby pink wrapping — a small hum escaping from his lips as he took the cube between his index finger and thumb, shoving everything else back into his pocket before taking hold of the other's hand and rotating it so his palm was facing upward as he placed the cube shaped object into it. "It's called a caramel square," he speaks softly as he continues to explain, "and it has a very sticky texture to it so be careful not to get it on your clothes. One of my daughters gave it to me, but given that you seem to have never had candy before... I don't think she'd mind that I let you have it instead."

" Candy? What is that? "

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{ I'm sorry if this is considered annoying, but I'm always worried about whether or not I'm bothering people by constantly sending asks or replying to starters or whatever so could those of you that see this do me a favor and like/comment on this post to let me know you don't mind me doing this? }

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What color does your love feel like?

Deep staining red.

Ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. Your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. It's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. It rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. Sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. Your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. And you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. Atlas holding up the world, how are you? Is your love still flowing? Is your heart still open? Still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? Still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? Because I see them, I read them, I love them and you, you, you, you. Clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. Spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. Make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. Maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.

Tagged by: @iwasprogrammedtolove Tagging: @angelatelier, @inseparableduo, @instantcopycat, @chrysalisgaze, @heavensxgates

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{ Help. This option in this quiz is WAY more Dickson coded than I would like it to be. I'm filing an official complaint for hurting me like this. }

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𓆩♡𓆪 — The sudden sound of someone coughing causes the raven to tense ever so slightly, blue irises slowly drifting off to the side until they'd managed to land upon another much taller male — observing how he practically ripped the mask from off his face, clearly struggling to catch his breath due to the harshness of said coughing (it reminded him of how badly his ex-husband always sounded whenever he'd catch a cold) — left hand holding onto a freshly bought canister of warm tea while the right seemingly struggled with balancing a disorganized bag thrown over his shoulder. "As someone with various children, being sick is the norm." He pauses for a moment after speaking, almost as if he was debating on what to say next, so instead he turns to face the other directly before offering forward the canister of tea. "Why don't you drink something warm? It'll help keep your throat from becoming too dry and cracking from the inside out. And if you're worried about me having taken a drink from it, don't. It's sealed and hasn't been opened yet."

𓆩♡𓆪 — He keeps the canister extended outward, giving it a small but determined shake to show that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

There was a dry, scraping cough as Vesper yanked his face mask down with two fingers, letting it hang just beneath his jaw. The air was cold against his skin, but the relief was brief. He sniffed once, eyes half-lidded as they flicked sideways toward whoever had the audacity to look at him right now. " What? "He added, his voice coated with nothing more than irritation. " Never seen someone sick before? "

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{ On another note though, I completely forgot how... bad (for lack of a better word) the art style for the early chapters of Attack on Titan were. I haven't gone back to reread them since the manga ended, but I have an OC with Levi as a face claim and...

Why does my man look more like an emo teenager with insomnia and eye creases than a man who's actually thirty? Hajime really made you look cute as hell in the future when the art style improved. I got too spoiled. }

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I know we aren’t close but I do like seeing you around and I hope this cheers you up a bit

{ Thank you for being so sweet to send me something, hun. I'm sorry I took a bit to get to it. I was trying to kinda distract myself for a while so I didn't end up bumming people out, so hopefully you can forgive me for that. But I wouldn't say that we aren't close! I just have a very low and difficult social battery that's extremely hard for me to manage due to a lot of... social trauma... I have that was caused by people either constantly using me or humiliating me and abandoning me afterwards from the time I was a child so it's just hard for me to hold conversations most times. It doesn't help that even my own mother has done this to me along with various other family members, so I often think I'm not good enough for anyone to the point of closing myself off completely. It's made me extremely socially awkward and I ended up with severe anxiety/paranoia because of it. I'm very sorry if I've ever made you feel like we aren't close or good enough friends because of that. Please know that I do appreciate you very much, especially since I'm someone who gets easily attached to people I consider my friends. }

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{ Guess it's just one of those various weeks where I feel like shit and wonder why I'm still here on Tumblr after all these years. }

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{ Making icons for my boy Obirus, not the same Obiris as the face claim (it's spelled differently and I've had him for a long time now but only just recently found a good face claim for him), and I already love them. I still have a bunch more to go, but have a few of my favorite icons of my feral child. }

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☣ — Dickson couldn't help himself, not when someone like this was feeding into his antics oh so perfectly. "I get told that a lot~. I'm sure that's something you hear pretty often yourself." The way his tongue peeked out ever so slightly from between his lips, slowly gliding over his bottom lip, so desperately trying to keep his composure. "If you're giving me permission, who am I to refuse~? You see, I like to admire and idolize the things I find alluring, but when it comes to touching them? Well... that's like an addiction in and of itself. I like to watch the way it shifts underneath my touch, the way it bends and squishes, or dare I say it, the way it's bruises take the shake of my hands." Slowly he allows a free hand to place itself against the other's chest, index finger swirling small circles before shifting upward, gliding gently over his collarbone. Brushing the back of his hand across Rytm's neck, smiling, and finally reaches just beneath the other's chin. Gently cupping it between two fingers, his index and thumb. "Ahaha~! I may not seem the type, but I love when things malfunction when in my care, it just means that I get to play with it even after it's past it's functionality." Oh the way his breathy voice sounded in his ear... "You'll certainly make for a precious little prize~. I can't promise that I won't get at least a little attached to you though once I start to hear your sweet music, I'm a rather clingy type after all."

Rytm let out a low hum, the kind that buzzed at the base of his throat. " Mmh. . . direct & shameless. What a dangerous combo~ " He didn't step away—in fact, he leaned in a fraction, enough to blur that line between invitation & challenge. " & if I am asking? If I want you to touch me? You don't seem like the kind who flinches at getting his hands dirty, & I'm not exactly built for subtlety. You see something you want, you ask for it. I can respect that. " He tilted his head to the side slowly; a display more than a gesture, exposing more of that smooth neck. One thumb brushed idly at the seam of his waistband, casual, like the movement didn't mean anything at all, except it did. Everything with Rytm did. " If you're fishing for permission, you little pervert, you might just get it. Though I should warn you— " His voice dropped lower & breathier. " I short-circuit real easy when people get bold. Touch all you want, but don't act surprised if I start makin' noises that weren't exactly in my programming notes. "

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👥 — 『Sounds charming.』 She sighs, nothing more than a faint huffing sound escapes from plush lips. 『If you ask me, it sounds more like a hassle to share a night with someone like you just because of the simple fact that you wouldn't stick around for longer than those measly thirty minutes of ecstasy.』 Perhaps there was a hint of bitterness in her words, but she would never admit such a thing. 『Many women seem to enjoy the idea of hooking up with a man of your caliber. Unhinged, unpredictable, handsome, and oh so charming... All because they fail to achieve any type of meaning or worth in their own lives that they look for anything to make them feel anything at all. To make them stand out from all the other wall flowers looking to do the exact same thing they're doing.』 There's a small roll of her eyes as the other drummed against his thigh with his fingers. 『But if you enjoy sleeping with faceless women, who am I to get in your way? I simply figured that you would at least go for women who would leave some kind of impact for someone like you. Perhaps a bigwig like the daughter of an esteemed mayor or even the wife of one of your employers. You do like to stir up trouble and cause a scene, after all.』

👥 — She doesn't move from her place once Laughtrack begins circling her, but instead merely watches him do so with her eyes. 『I simply think that someone like you shouldn't be allowed to breed with just anyone, especially not without some kind of limit or supervision. You're like a horny dog humping the leg of anyone who feeds into your antics and you breed like a rabbit that hasn't had sex in years. It's an infestation waiting to happen.』 While her facial expression remains the same, it's quite obvious that the sound of his voice in her ear is more than enough to make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. 『On the contrary, I think that you have lovely eyes, both in color and shape, so having a child possess said feature would be rather alluring in my honest opinion. The real challenge would be to see whether or not the child possesses your personality or mine.』 She pauses for a moment before realizing the implication she's just made, waving a hand in a frantic manner before beginning to sign faster, 『That wasn't what I meant— or rather wasn't what I was trying to imply. Though if you are simply going to throw the condom anyway there's no real point in having it. Perhaps it would be better for me to stamp it on your forehead so you see it every time you look in the mirror? But throwing a condom as a dare? It's like you're asking to dodge more owed child support.』

" God damn, Enigma. " He said, laughing, voice oozing sarcasm and delight in equal measure. " You sign like you're carving my ego into a cake. Sharp, pretty and maybe just a little bitter. " A low chuckle rattled in his chest as he leaned forward slightly, gaze never leaving hers. " Stable? Baby, I'm the blue screen of death in a trench coat. Women don't come to me for stability. They come to see what it's like to stare into the abyss and feel it moan back. " His fingers drummed once against his thigh. " And hey, maybe I don't lay about. Maybe it's more of a quick and dirty sort of deal. Thirty minutes of screaming, apologies to the neighbors and no names exchanged. Just trauma swapped like trading cards and we call it a night. "

He circled her slowly, orbiting her. " But you. . . oh, you're interesting. So composed, like a porcelain doll with a silencer screwed into her jaw. " He stopped behind her shoulder, voice dipping just enough to tickle at the base of her neck. " Hm, I wonder: why do you look so irritated imagining me reproducing? Don't tell me the idea of a little cackling gremlin with my eyes running around is enough to crack that lovely, deadened exterior of yours. " His grin widened. " I'll take your concern under advisement though. ' Use protection '. Mm, good note. Will write it on a condom wrapper next time and throw it at someone as a warning. . . or a dare. "

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☣ — "Oh, I know it wasn't a question." He hums, placing his hands into the pockets of his pants, taking a few steps closer to the other. "But I was simply curious is all." Smile upon his face doesn't falter in the slightest, instead it only seems to soften when hearing the next few words spoken by the man standing before him. Oh to have someone imply that he hadn't suffered, that he didn't know, when instead he knew all too well — bleeding, crying, forced to relive a never-ending nightmare.

☣ — "Trust me when I say this... but I know all too well what that feels like." He pauses for a moment, finally removing his hands from his pockets, only to look up towards the sky, reaching outward as if trying to clutch it within his hand. "I should have died a long time ago, back when it would have been easier and I didn't pose as much of a threat as I do now for those that want me dead." He closes his eyes slowly, lulling his head to the side before opening them once more, royal blue irises looking directly at Lior. "If you really wish to die, why not just do it yourself then? Or are you waiting for someone to do it for you?"

" It is a great day to die. " Lior said, his voice carrying that synthetic double-tone; mechanical, yet uncomfortably human. " That wasn't a question. " Rain traced silver lines down the angles of his face, pooling at the curve of his collarbone where the fabric of his tank top clung to his chest like wet silk. The white cotton was nearly translucent now, soaked through, revealing the sharp outlines of his synthetic frame beneath: lean, sculpted, just a little too perfect to be human.

" You speak like someone who's never really felt it. " He said finally, the corners of his mouth curling, not in a smile, but with sorrow, with something. . . lonely, that was still trying to figure itself out. " The weight, the ache & the scream that comes from being alive when you were never supposed to be. " A droplet slid down his neck, not bothered by the rain. " If I say it's a good day to die, maybe I'm not being grim. Maybe I'm being hopeful. "