#( me when i write when sleeby )

[sorrowfulsidekick]

— ;; CREAKING, GRADUALLY GROWING FROM AJAR to fully open, eyes peer into the bedroom to ogle Kit. Instantly, his heart melts at the sight of his baby brother, flittering with joy to simply see him up and about, regardless of whether or not he's doing much at all. Having given the boy his fair share of presents for the previous winter holiday (and then some, if the mess underneath the tree is anything to go by), he figures another material possession might not be the most sentimental thing right now.

Clasping the casing wafting an ambrosial scent through the door already, Chronos finally makes his presence known, wearing an amiable smile.

❝Hey lil' buddy, tell you what—❞ Pausing, glancing down at himself to note the mess of green splotches all over the unfamiliarly-attached apron, on his fur, gloves, face, he snorts. ❝—Don't worry about that. Anyways, I, uh... I wasn't sure if you wanted to celebrate today? Since Christmas was such a... disaster. But...❞

— ;; PLATE PLACED ATOP DESK CLUTTER, a circular cake, green within and neatly frosted white atop, sprinkled with various colors, is revealed.

❝Fair warning, this is the third one I made. The other two came out completely inedible, so the quality of this one is… questionable? Hopefully decent, I made it from scratch. For you? Um...❞

— ;; REACHING INTO THE APRON'S POCKET, a popper is retrieved and blown, shooting confetti everywhere. Hilariously unceremoniously.

❝…Shaaa... o-okay, I really don't know how to do the holiday thing. Just... if you want it, it's there. All yours.❞

▸  //  The  sound  of  an  opening  door  alerts  Kit  of  a  presence,  nose  lifting  from  a  thick  sci-fi  novel  which  goes  swiftly  abandoned  in  favor  of  witnessing  the  oddity  that  walked  in.  Sitting  at  the  edge  of  the  bed  a  tilt  of  a  head  signals  confusion.

”  .  .  .You baked something ?  ” 

▸  //  Incredulous,  he  rushes  to  the  desk  to  take  a  closer  look  and  finds  himself  stifling  a  few  snorts.  He  didn’t  want  to  embarrass  his  bro  but  the  thought  of  Chronos  trying  and  failing  in the kitchen left  him  ridiculously  entertained  yet…  touched.  The  evidence  of  his  sweet  tasting  tribulations  decorating  all  over  himself  just  added  to  that  lovable  helplessness  and  the  boy  couldn’t  help  the  goofy  grin  overtaking  his  face.

▸  //  The  confetti  takes  him  aback  admittedly,  ears  twitch  to  the  sound  and  eyes  watch  the  colors  trickle  down  with  a  wide-eyed  wonder.  Not  that  he  was  particularly  impressed  with  the  show,  though  it  did  entertain,  but  the  simple  realization  that  a  space  had  been  willingly  carved  for  him  in  the  other’s  life  continues  to  mystify  him.  Chronos  fought  through  the  awkwardness  and  tried  something  new.  .  .  for  him?

▸  //  Eager  arms wrap  around  that  splotchy  form,  caring  little  of  the  scattered  frosting  that  would  inevitably  latch  itself  onto  teal  fur.  The  smile  in  his  voice  rang  clear,  kind  yet  teasing. 

“  You  could’ve  asked  for  help.  I.  .  .  can’t  believe  you  did  all  this  for  me.  .  .  again.  “ 

▸  //  Leaning  into  a  one  armed  hug  a  hand  reaches  to  the  cake.  A  pinky  skids  atop  frosting  and  in  one  swift  motion  that  arm  extends  upward  to  dab  a  dollop  of  sweetness  on  the  nose  of  the  taller  sibling.

“  You’re  better  at  holidays  than  you  give  yourself  credit  for.  Things  have  been  hard  but.  .  .  I-I  don’t  think  I’d  change  anything.  You’re  here  right  now  with  me  and  that’s  all  I’ve  ever  wanted  in  all  of  this.  “

▸  //  Ignoring  such  a  heavy  sentiment  and  continuing  on  like  nothing,  an  index  finger  dips  into  the  cake,  lifting  to  curious  lips  and  finally  Kit  gives  it  a  taste.  His  face  wasn't  contorting  so  the  flavor  couldn't  be  all  bad. 

“  Next  time  it  should  be  me  who  bakes  you  three–  er,  a  cake.   “

[countercharmda]

Meows at the dash

[gailynovelry]

First day in a while that I’ve gotten genuine writer’s block! The brain is not focusing. Might be that I’ve got only about six chapters of Ember Warrior left, and that does kind of mean that only the chapters I was nervous about and putting off are left. Maybe I will have better luck after sleeping on it though!

[thereaderinsertlady]

🎃 meta knight x reader nsfw, get creative 😳😳😳

Ofc!! I ceeertainly did get creative lmao. No inherent smut, but is somewhat implied! Also also, the spelling mistakes in the text messages are all on purpose! Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!

Meta Knight x Reader - Can't Sleep? (Semi-NSFW)

It was incredibly late at night.

And you still couldn’t sleep.

You glared at the ceiling of your bedroom, finished with shifting around to find new ways to become more comfortable. No matter what you did, you just couldn’t go to sleep. And it was annoying the fuck out of you.

“Ugh…” You rubbed your face, leaning over to grab your phone to squint at the time. It was three in the morning. “Lovely…”

After a moment, you opened up the messaging app, staring blankly at it. You were bored, and likely weren’t going to go to sleep… Would anyone else be awake right now? Would your boyfriend be awake?

You slightly giggled to yourself while beginning to write a message to him, half delirious from sleep deprivation.

You: Hey, are you awake?

You stared at the screen… and stared… and stared… before eventually pouting. Oookay, it seems like Meta Knight was not awake.

Clicking off the messaging app, you instead went to play a mobile game to busy your mind, having nothing better to do.

As you immersed yourself in the mobile game, the minutes seemed to drag on. The glow from the screen illuminated your face, casting a bluish tint across the room. Your mind was still buzzing, refusing to succumb to the beckoning of sleep.

Just as you were engrossed in a particularly challenging part of the game, a soft chime signaled an incoming message. Startled, you quickly switched back to the messaging app to see who had messaged you.

Knighty-Knight: Can’t sleep?

You groaned, looking at the nickname you had set for him– and totally didn’t forget you had put him as that. You took a moment to respond, not bothering to put apostrophes or periods at the end of the message. Auto correct can be annoying, so you turned it off for the messaging app.

You: Nooo, I couldnt and I dont know why either. I had a busy day. I did stuffs. All things considered I should be tired

You: Also, what took you forever to respond?

Knighty-Knight: I was doing something. And, perhaps you need to wear yourself some other way.

You: busy doin what.? Playing with yourself?

When it took him a while to respond, you giggled to yourself. 

You: You usually aren’t up this laaate

Knighty-Knight: I was fixing up my armor. 

You: why Did it need fixing up

Knighty-Knight: Sparring got a little too intense and ran later than it usually does.

You lowered your bottom lip, feeling bad for Kirby. The poor boy needed some rest– Meta Knight has been running him dry lately.

You: You need to take that boy to an ice cream parlur 

You: parlor? However its spelt

Knighty-Knight: Parlor. 

As you continued your conversation with Meta Knight, the late-night banter brought a playful element to your otherwise sleep-deprived state. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't help but smile at his responses.

Knighty-Knight: You really need to sleep. 

You: i caaant. I really cant. It

You: oops sent that early- it sucks that i cant go to sleep like a normal person.

Knighty-Knight: It’s four in the morning. I’ve been talking with you for nearly an hour. We need to find a way to get you to go to sleep.

You: Aren’t you sleeby? Dont you have to wake up at like five?

Knighty-Knight: Yes & yes.

You made a face, feeling guilty for making him stay up like this. If you had known that he was getting ready to rest for the night, you wouldn’t have messaged him.

You: Go beeeed. I shouldn't have texted you

Knighty-Knight: I was waiting for you to use an apostrophe. 

Knighty-Knight: …But, I was having sleeping difficulties too. I’m so tired, but I can't sleep. Besides, you didn’t bother me any. I was finishing patching up my armor.

You: Maybe there’s something we both can do to wear ourselves out?

You stared at the wall thoughtfully, wondering what you and him could do while so far away. You doubted he’d come over to your place when it’s so late and cold outside…

Knighty-Knight: Did you have anything in mind?

You: uhhh

You: sexting

Knighty-Knight: You’re horny right now?

…Slowly, you pouted deeply, now embarrassed. 

You: Well i coould be horny if we seeexted

Knighty-Knight: How

Knighty-Knight: How does one sext?

You made a high-pitched noise, squirming around like a worm while a deep sense of embarrassment pierced your soul. After a second longer you took in a breath, steadying your mental fortitude. 

You: Ooh you’re so sexy and i bet you have a fat cock

You stared at the message before whining. “Oh my gooosh I– I’m never going to look him in the eyes ever again.”

He took a long while to respond, the three dots disappearing and reappearing every so often. Eventually, he sent a text back.

Knighty-Knight: You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. If I could, I’d meet you a thousand times over just so we can make new memories.

“Aww.” You lowered your bottom lip, rereading his message a few times. It wasn’t really sexting, but it was very thoughtful. Though, when you glanced back up at your message, you busted out laughing. Oh, you had such a way with words at four in the morning.

You: I love you too. 

There was a long pause– to the point where you thought he had finally gone asleep. Though, after a while longer, the three dots showed up at the bottom once more.

Knighty-Knight: What’s the point of sexting?

You: To… get horny and masturbate ig

Knighty-Knight: I was supposed to be masturbating this entire time?? Were you masturbating?

Laughter bubbled up in your throat once again. You’ve only had sex with Meta Knight once or twice, but he was always such a bean when it came to things of that manner. 

You: Noo, I was am not masturbating 

You smiled, rereading the last few messages and feeling relatively light and happy. 

You: I dont think this sexting this is gunna work. Ik you gotta get up early but do you wanna come over and help me go to sleep?

There was a long bout of silence in the textual conversation, and you began to get slightly nervous and guilty. Maaaybe you shouldn’t have asked that of him. And, it sounded just a little sexual– you highly doubted he wanted to have sex with you, then go straight to work right after since it would be right about five in the morning by that point.

Just as you were about to text him back, he responded.

Knighty-Knight: Of course. Give me ten minutes.

[twodragons-blooper-reel]

Let's roll the bloopers!

POST LIMIT: I LIVE

Hi there! It's @twodragonsinatrenchcoat I have several Pokemon IRL blogs in the rotumblr sphere and I wanted to make a sort of hub for them! Not just for organization and a spot to hold onto ask games I enjoy- but for meme and AU purposes as well!

I'll post ooc updates as well as jokes I have while writing here from time to time as well :3

I am also happy to do blog promos, I'm bad at looking for new blogs but send me an ask with the blog name or whatever and I'll reblog your pinned

Feel free to ask any and all questions pertaining to the blogs that are listed below!

Pokemon Irl blogs are listed under the cut, all are currently inactive

Active blogs are one I'm posting on actively, Light Activity Blogs are ones I'll reblog to occasionally and Inactive Blogs are blogs I have no intention of returning to in the near future.

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Active Blogs:

@disparate-traveller <- My character Diamond who's a Story Jumper, a universe hopper if you will :]

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Light activity Blogs:

@celadon-arcade-champ <- new blog. Character works at the Celadon game Corner, completely unaware that it's a front for Team Rocket :]

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Inactive Blogs:

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If I'm answering a question about a specific blog I'll put it in the tags as "blog talk: [Blog name]"

I'm open to questions directed at characters, directed at myself, au talking- Just about anything honestly! This is just a fun sort-of hub for my pokemon blogs.

uhhh love y'all bye for now! <3

@rotumbeast <- The spirit of Rotomblr. Might be responsible for chaos

@dersite-agent-jack <- I love Jack(Bec) Noir. So have a homestuck ask blog :]

@piplup-at-naranja <- An in character liveblog of my playthrough of Pokemon Scarlet :]

@magical-girl-evoli <- An eevee magical girl! Because I'm not immune to brain rot

@hello-am-zacian <- A real life dog got Fallered and transformed into legendary pokemon Zacian. She's having a great time

@synthetic-radiance <- Cursed Chosen named Orion, Type:Null hybrid.

@psychic-type-appreciator <- Seraphina's sister Agni. She's less of a wet cat

@ghost-type-appreciator <- A Ceruledge hybrid blog :] her name is Seraphina! She's a wet cat

@clockwork-soul-heart <- Princess Steele! She's been trapped in a clockwork kingdom by a haunted doll for the last seven years of her life.

@drifting-rocket <- Kidnapped Aegis a couple times. His name is Drifter, he's a Team Rocket Executive. He's got so many issues.

@oreburghminingmuseum <- A blog about Aegis's caretakers and the museum they work for! Mostly an excuse for a place where I can post non-shieldon fossil pokemon art-

@fields-of-gracidea <- Vio! Branded chosen of Shaymin, Sawsbuck Hybrid, tasked with taking care of the younger brandeds

@sturdy-and-soundproof <- What you probably know me from! Aegis! Shieldon boy! I'm not sure how best to explain him besides he's cute. Has a whole slew of blogs related to him which are up next :)

@mareeplings <- My first pkmn Irl blog :D I dream of returning to it someday but I can't find the inspiration.

@snarling-maschiff <- a blog with a normal person running it as opposed to all my other blogs (whoops) They like dog pokemon!

@wayward-silver <- One of 13* Silver blogs, he's a mew taking the form of his past life. Was stuck underground as a ditto for like 20 years though.

@devilisinthedeinos <- A "Sleeby" named Eris who turned into a deino after getting top surgery. There's something else behind the scenes there...

@distortion-escapee <- A blog for my personal take on giratina, related to Dakota's blog.

@dakota-and-paris <- About a girl who has had way too much on her plate for thirteen years and will continue to have too much on her plate until I say so.

*there's so many silver blogs on this website i'm not gonna keep this number updated but that's how many there was when I made the blog

[scribblecake]

Gentle Lights Ch) 3

Something short and sweet(?) bc I'm fading fast and needs a sleeb. The author is very tired. She is eepy. The author has had a very long day of writting sins and wants to take just a small sleep. She eeby and neebies to sleebie. audor sleepy and need bed by time. the ator is currently experiencing critical levels of being a sleehjy little guy and needs to go to beb. she is retired and needs to slep. just a little sleejing time as a treat.

TW: Idk how to write fluff... or dialogue...

~***~

“Izogie!”

Warm arms wrapped around her. The scent of honey and oil greeted Izogie as pure elation coaxed tears to her eyes. Oh to be hugged again! To feel something welcoming and familiar!

“We thought you were gone forever!” Nawi sniffed before being overcome with hiccuping sobs. Tentatively, Izogie lifted an arm and shakily wrapped it around her young sister. The warrior did her best to comfort Nawi and fight off sobs herself. 

But the tears were all too eager to fall. They stung at her eyes before streaming down and scorching her cheeks. Izogie felt more hands on her shoulders, they pulled upwards. Her limited view of the world shifted as her body was propped upright with Nawi still clinging to her.

Two other figures hovered over Izogie and Amenza shifted into focus. She wordlessly pressed a clay cup to the warrior's lips. Water! Cool, quenching water! It greeted Izogie’s system like a storm in the dry season.

Liquid life trickled down her throat, bringing strength to withered limbs. Izogie gulped it down greedily and it was gone far too soon. Cracked lips parted to voice displeasure but a jug lifted to her thisting mouth quickly dispelled any protests. 

After Izogie had drunk her fill, two more sets of arms encased her. The solid embrace of Nanisca and the welcoming tenderness of Amenza breathed strength into Izogie’s sore body. They stayed that way for a time. Tears, sobs and relieved murmurs were exchanged in the quiet moment. However; Nanisca was the first to break away.

“You never cease to exceed what is expected of you. I just wish you’d stop terrifying me in the process.” She chuckled. Amenza shook her head fondly at the comment, playfully smacking Nanisca’s arm.

“Behave!”

“W-we’re so happy to have you home! The palace was horrible and empty without you here!” Nawi cried as she tightened her hold on Izogie. The warrior grimaced when she felt a sharp twinge of pain in her chest and stomach. This did not go unnoticed by her friend who was quick to move away, but only just. She was still practically glued to the warrior’s side.

“Eh? What are those tears for? Just wait and see! When I heal, I’ll really give you something to cry about! You won’t miss me so much after a ten mile run.” Izogie rasped mischievously. Her words made the young soldier gasp and her commanders snicker.

Amenza hummed as a cheeky grin curled her lips. “Bold words for someone who could barely move, not even a few minutes ago.” 

Laughter rippled through the room and they settled into relaxed chatter, briefing the soldier on what she had missed. Izogie learned that after she lost consciousness and contact with Nawi, Nanisca had returned, against the king’s wishes, to retrieve them. 

She sat awestruck as they recounted how they had led an additional rebellion and burned The Trade to ash. Izogie smiled widely at the lively narration of their triumphant return. She nearly doubled over laughing at how Nanisca snatched the title of The Woman King right from under Shante. 

The more she listened, the more her mind and heart relaxed. The soldier let the familiar voices scrub away any lingering burden of worry and fear. She finally felt safe, no longer adrift in uncertainty and pain. Izogie had found her way back to the ones that loved her. She had found her way back home.

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[illfoandillfie]

“I’d keep quiet unless you want to get caught” with Jack if you please 🤭. Happy Birthday my Brigid 💜

ahhh ty my Lauren 💙

Gotta admit I struggled with this one a bit and ended up rewriting it entirely but I think I'm happy with it now! Apparently I am only capable of writing properly late at night tho so please excuse any mistakes, ya girl is sleeby. This is also the first time I've written Jack so hopefully I got his voice right...

warnings: P in V sex, secret relationship, hotel sex, but also work sex i guess, hand over mouth to muffle sound, fingering, references to oral (f receiving), ummmm spy shenanigans, jack do be flirty and a bit dom

“And here I was thinkin' a mission in a hotel could double as a romantic getaway.” Jack sat down in the chair behind your desk.   You didn’t mind, you were too nervous to sit, preferring to pace about in front of the desk, “You’ll have to be on your best behaviour.” A chuckle from Jack made you stop and look at him, “I’m serious Jack. Don’t you think it’s weird Agent Drambuie would be assigned to this case with us? I mean it sounded like a pretty simple intelligence mission, we’d be perfectly capable of doing it without a third.” When Jack still didn’t seem to be grasping what you were getting at you added, “What if they suspect we’re together?”  “Oh come on, sugar, I don’t think they’d care that much.”  “Jack you literally have letters, plural, warning you that fraternizing with other agents could land you in a permanent desk job.”  He waved his hand dismissively, “That was just about me flirtin’ with new recruits. Nothing to do with datin'.”   You weren’t convinced and Jack must have been able to tell because he stood up and moved around the desk to you. He grabbed your hands, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles, "You don’t have to worry darlin’. I understand why we’re keepin' this secret.” His tone became more playful as he said, “You turned me down so many times it must be hard for you to admit you like me.”   You rolled your eyes but unfortunately Jack was very good at disarming you.   “And of course we don’t want management gettin' the wrong idea and takin' us out of fieldwork.”  “Exactly! Which is why you need to behave. That means no first names, no innuendos about being in a hotel room with me. In fact, no flirting at all.”  Jack looked aghast and dropped your hands, “C’mon darlin’ be serious. If I stopped flirtin’ with you Drambuie is gonna get mighty suspicious don’t you think? Especially with you in one of theose cute maid outfits and all. How could I possibly not comment?”  “Housekeeping uniforms are nowhere near what you’re imagining. But I take your point. Flirting is allowed. But nothing that might get us caught. If we do decide to go public I want it to be on our terms.”  “Of course sugar. I mean Agent.”  You leant up to give him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and then rubbed away the lipstick mark.  

The next day you made your way to the hotel. Agents Drambuie and Whiskey were already there and had been for several hours, each booked into a separate room. Luckily the pair you were trying to spy on didn’t seem to suspect they’d been targeted. They’d used their real names and credit cards while booking their rooms, so you’d been handed files on both of them as you were handed the assignment and you knew exactly when they were due. Jack had headed to the hotel the previous night, just in case your targets were smarter than they seemed and would turn up early but he’d reported nothing. Drambuie had spent the morning in the café across the street, under cover as a business man powering through a presentation and staying fueled with coffee. He’d really been watching for the pair to turn up so he could follow them into the hotel and claim his own room. You were coming in last, dressed in a housekeeping uniform and entering via the staff entrance. Acting as if you belonged there you found one of the housekeeping carts and took it up to the right floor. Drambuie had confirmed the room number of the suspects and Jack had confirmed that, after leaving their bags upstairs, they’d headed down to the hotel’s restaurant. He was still their watching them. Which you knew because he was using the coms channel continuously.  “I’m very excited to see this uniform of yours sweetheart,” he drawled through your earpiece.  You let out an annoyed huff, silently swearing to get back at him just as soon as you could.  “Although,” he continued when he realised you weren’t responding, “I think my cover would be much better if you were in here with me. A man drinkin' on his own is much more noticeable than one buying for a pretty girl.”  “Keep dreaming, Agent,” you said into your mic, emphasising the title, “I wouldn’t accept a drink from you anyway.”  You heard Drambuie chuckle and prayed Jack had the sense not to take the flirting too far while you were being listened to.   “Careful sweetheart, keep turnin’ me down like this and I’ll have to send a drink to the woman at the bar instead.”  You scowled at the thought but said, “You do that. Just be quiet about it so I can focus on my job.”  Jack did quiet down after that, for the most part anyway, which you were pleased about. You were close to the room and didn’t want any distractions while you bugged the place.  

It only took a few minutes. You let yourself in, stuck the tech in corners and under benches and behind the TV. You even put one in the toilet cistern. And then you were gone, collecting your trolly of cleaning products and wheeling it off to the floor above. Drambuie let you into his room and you wheeled the trolly in to hide it so you’d have easy access when it came time to collect the bugs and leave.   “How’d it go?” he asked, helping you manoeuvre the trolly.   “Good, they’re all hidden and on.”  “Excellent.” Drambuie pulled out his laptop and began running a diagnostics but before he’d finished there was a knock at the door. You were still in uniform and couldn’t be seen in case it was actual hotel staff, so Drambuie opened the door, but it was only Jack.   “They’re still downstairs, probably will be for a while, but I couldn’t resist this party.” Catching sight of you he let out a whistle, “sweetheart you look good dressed like that.”  “Stop calling me sweetheart.”  His only response was a wink and you sighed, settling in for a long wait.   Fortunately, Jack’s behaviour wasn’t just getting to you. After he’d made sure the tech was running smoothly and after you’d had to come up with retorts to three more of Jack’s comments, Drambuie stood up and moved towards the door.   “As fun as listening to you two bicker is, I think it’s my turn to hit the bar. Anyone want to come with?”  “Thanks but I’ve got to change and all. Feel like I need a shower after this moron’s,” you jabbed your thumb at Jack, “attention,”   “Well if she’s gonna be busy I guess I should stay and keep an eye on the screen in case anythin' happens. Let me know if the blonde is still sitting on her own down there.”  Drambuie laughed as he left and Jack followed him to the door, peering out of the peephole.   “About fuckin' time,” he half muttered, striding back across the room. “What?” was all you managed to get out before he tugged you into him, his lips insistent against yours.  

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” you asked as soon as he’d loosened his grip, a little breathless from the kiss.  “Despite what you said, you do look very sexy in that uniform. Been takin' all my willpower not to pull you onto my lap.”  You glanced down at the shapeless, starchy dress and then shook your head, before Jack could distract you any further, “What about Drambuie? What if he’s in the next room spying on us?”  “Sugar, you’re soundin’ a little paranoid there. I watched him go to the elevator.”  “But what if-” you gasped as you felt Jack’s fingers stroking along the front of your underpants. You’d not even realised his hand was under your dress and then suddenly he was teasing you through your panties, pulling a small whine from your throat as he rubbed at your clit.  “But isn’t it,” he kissed your throat just under your jaw, “kinda hot,” another kiss, “to do this in secret,” another kiss, “on a mission.” He marked the end of the sentence by nipping at your pulse point.  It was impossible to disagree. His fingers felt too good on your pussy and his lips too good on your throat. His voice was gruff with desire and every breath you took made your head swim with his scent. It was intoxicating, especially after all the work he’d put into flirting, even trying to make you jealous.   “God Jack, fuck me,”  He chuckled, “Anyway you want darlin’. But I’d keep quiet, just in case. Unless you want to be caught?”  You shakily managed to say you didn’t, trying to reach for Jack’s belt though he stopped you.  “Well can you keep quiet then?”  “Yeah.” Your agreement was undermined by the way you whimpered as Jack pushed the fabric of your panties aside and stroked your wet slit.  “Sugar, I’m not sure you can manage it. Maybe I should be on top to keep you in line.”  You nodded again, letting him manoeuvre you to the bed. He quickly removed your underwear, smiling as he pushed your legs open and caught his first glimpse of your cunt.   “Stay there,” he ordered as he undid his belt and got his cock out.   You squirmed as you watched him push his pants down just far enough, revealing first the dark curls around the base and then the full length of it.   But your eagerness was nothing to Jack’s. The uniform he’d so professed to love became an inconvenience as the skirt slipped and blocked his view, and Jack growled as he pushed the material up again.  

With one hand, Jack reached forward and covered your mouth, an act that was hot on it’s own but especially so with his other hand touching your pussy. He slid his fingers along your slit, spreading your wetness around. Circling your clit and then sliding down to play with your entrance, slipping inside a little but never far enough. And then he’d draw them away, following the line of your body down further, towards your asshole, stopping well before he reached it and slipping back the other way to torment you further. You whined with each teasing stroke, his palm keeping you muffled.   “Shame I can’t eat you out and keep you quiet at the same time. You’ll have to help me out darlin’.”  You expected him to uncover your mouth, maybe replace his hand with your panties or something similar. Instead, his palm stayed firm over your lips. It was your hand that moved as he pulled it down to your cunt, directing you to touch yourself. At first he guided you but soon enough he’d let go to relieve his own need a little, stroking himself slowly as he watched on. You traced a similar path to the one jack had made but quickly decided you needed more. Spreading yourself open with one hand, you began to finger yourself with the other, eyes glued on Jack to catch his reaction. He was as affected as you’d hoped, fighting to control his own self-pleasuring touch, his other hand tightening against your face. It soon grew to be more than he could stand and he yanked your wet fingers up to his lips, indulging himself with your taste.   “Fuck, sugar. I should gag you and have a proper feast.” He smirked at your groan, “But maybe I’ll save that for when we get home and I can tie you to my bed. Really take my time. For now I’ll let you have my cock.”  You whimpered the word please into his palm, unsure which scenario you were begging for, just desperate for something. But Jack took it as enthusiasm for his dick, notching himself at your hole and sinking into you as he pressed his lips to your chest.   You raised your hips and spread your legs as wide as was comfortable, trying to accommodate his length as he slowly worked into you. And you kept up a slew of whines and moans and other delicious sounds that Jack reluctantly kept muffled, trying to urge him to move, to go faster.  

Jack however was very conscious of just how loud you both could be. Not just your vocalisations or his, but also the sounds of skin slapping against skin as he fucked you, any creaks the bed might make, even just heavy breathing. As much as he didn’t believe Drambuie was there to spy on you, he still didn’t want you to get caught. So he held back, ignoring your attempts to beg for more without actually being able to beg. Instead of pulling almost all the way out of your cunt and driving forward hard like he wanted to do, he used more sedate thrusts but kept his cock buried deep within you, continuously rubbing against one or two very nice spots. Your attempts to make him switch his pace came to an abrupt stop and you threw your head back, arching up into his chest as you felt the full pleasure of his repetitive grinding.   “That’s my girl,” he groaned, realising he’d found the perfect angle, “gonna make you feel so good darlin’.” He made sure he didn’t lose the momentum too much, even if his hips jolted out of time because you’d tightened around his cock. Not even when he told you to rub your clit for him and had accidentally moaned himself when your fingers brushed against his base. Thankfully he’d been able to smother his moan with your lips, uncovering your mouth long enough to give you an equally deep kiss until he needed to pull away for air. He’d recovered your mouth with his hand though, feeling you clenching around him more frequently and wanting to see you cum as well as feel it.   You gasped and panted as your orgasm neared, finishing with a stifled cry of Jack’s name.   He followed you over the edge quickly, burying his face in the crook of your neck to try and suppress his own sounds of pleasure as he spilled himself between your legs.  

For a moment you both forgot where you were. You wrapped your arms around Jack as he kissed you again, trying to dull the ache as he pulled his cock from you. But even after that you were both reluctant to stop. His hand found your breast and you somehow managed to get his thigh between your legs as you rolled over, rocking your hips against it. You might even have kept going, humping him into a second found, but the sound of a door shutting heavily across the hall broke through the sense of solitude and you realised what position you were in.   “See,” he said, his cockiness dulled a little by how fucked out he looked, “I said it’d be fun.”  “Mmhmm, it was,” you agreed, happy to concede that point to him, “But you should clean up and then meet Drambuie downstairs. Double check he’s still there. I’ll stay and watch the computer.”  Jack sighed, “Alright sugar. Sorry, Agent. If it’ll make you less paranoid, I’ll check.”  “Thank you, baby.” You smiled, stealing a final kiss before you kicked Jack out of the bed, “If it turns out he’s not spying on us I’ll let you shower with me before we leave.” 

[st0rmyskies]

You have been writing the HSH/LMTCOY series for years and several thousands upon thousands of words. I was wondering if the characters have changed for you over this time and if there were any scenes you would change to reflect that? Not that they need changed! Just a thought experiment!

There are a handful of characters who haven't changed and a smaller handful of those who have.

Sky

Probably my #1 in terms of going from "haha look sleeby boi comic relief" to "Oh Shit I think this guy has a really heavy backstory actually." I hadn't played Skyward Sword until well after writing HSH1, I think it wasn't until I was halfway into The Brave that I finally picked up the source material and realized just what a badass Sky can be. It wasn't just dumb cute boy luck that landed him a princess like Sun.

If I went back to do it again, Sky would take a larger role in the events of HSH with regards to more actively trying to keep the others safe. Had he been more awake and alert prior to the break-in, though, it probably wouldn't have gone down the way that it did.

Four

A certain little screw keeps Four at the forefront of my mind lately in terms of his characterization and backstory. I don't know jack shit about his games, I can't get through the manga for some reason, so I can only hope that my best guesses at canon are going to be enough. But also I'm sort of going completely off the rails with what I think about Four's background. Unfortunately it always ends up going to very, very dark places, so I chicken out and abandon the idea for another few days. It's this fun cycle me and my anxiety play.

If I went back and did it again, Four would have even more snarky one-liners in HSH1.

Hyrule

Hyrule HAS grown a lot in terms of how much I identify with him. Each of the characters embodies a little bit of me, or else I wouldn't be able to get into their headspace at all, and Rulie is definitely all of my vet student angst. He showed up in the 2nd chapter of HSH1 because, frankly, I forgot him the first time around. Same for Wind. But when I realized that having a med student among the cast was a great outlet, I was completely sold.

If I had to do it again, Hyrule would be the first person that Twilight comes out to, and the two of them could quietly bond together over their gay panic and pining over two of their roommates.

Wind

One of these days, I'm going to have to sit down and have a heart-to-heart with Wind. Because he seems very one-dimensional, but deep down this kid's got issues for days: abandonment issues, resentment, a temper to rival Time's. In the original mental draft of The Brave, I wanted Wind to be the one to kill the Big Bad as an homage to the end of Windwaker. Fun fact, WW is the Zelda game I have played and replayed the most out of all the titles.

If I had to do it again, though, I don't think I'd do anything differently. Wind drove the plot forward in HSH quite a bit.

[spotsupstuff]

Glad that you liked it!!!!

I first intended to write it like a third person seeing what happened to Notos, then it developed like a Saint pov when I noticed the similarities (I thought that you did it on purpose!)

The tenderness in this image, the physical contact! How I cannot make it a Saint pov!

And this! The expression in the overseer is just!!!!!!

I just want to hugs Notos for what it have to go through.

I would like to think that the Saint, knowing the real Folks Gods and being at God himself, wouldn't think much of the name because Gods are called many things. For him it's just another turn of the wheel. And then he finds this great structure, containing a billion of soul making one, and it offers begin his guide. A guide for a begin that in virtue of begin a God knows where to go, but decide to oblige on this begin none the less, after all there is no rush for the end. But this God is also something mortal that no longer exists, so it is impossible for him to not to look at his guide like a friend when it calls for someone that no longer is there (that he freed from this mortal plane) . When he learns its name, knowing things like a God knows and learned through his guide, it is fitting to call them for the name of an old friend that they have. After all, Gods have many names, it wouldn't matter that someone use one that at this point is only a writing on papers and walls (there can exist Notos the God, and Notos his Guide. It is only just to remember it the next turn of the wheel after all. It knows what his duty entails)

.... I don't know where that saint ramble came, but I hope you like it! (I also suspect that the Caper and Sparrow relationship is a interesting thing to the Gods to see. What they have is impossible to not be noticed by some God of love and relationship and I like to think that they were not discovered with the help of said God/Gods. Of curse they were very, very careful. But those instances where they brushed with being discovered, something happened that saved them. Those instances are so far apart that they don't have any idea that there was a God interfering a little bit. And that would be so funny)

i hadn't manage to make the connection of the similarities yet at that time!!! you bet me to it, you little nyoom zoom!!!!!!!!!

stars physical contact between these two is such a matter of course for them cuz of the environment fuckin-

sleeby...

Notos suffers a lot but at the end of the day it at least has the choice to curl up with its friend.. at least it isn't so lonely. Saint will give that hug to it for u

i sure did like the saint ramble!!! i adore hearing opinions like this only thing i'd like to add- there is a certain disconnect between the physical incarnation and the core of its being(/aka the God), just like in some faiths. the God resides in there. it gives Saint certain emotional and spiritual understanding, a drive to do a Particular thing in this life, it lends its kindness to it- but not its consciousness or its absolute knowledge. that's why Saint still needs to visit the echoes, reach a level of enlightment before it can reach into within itself to connect with its soul and use the ascension ability

but it's still just the ascension ability, because the physical world is an obstacle between the spiritual world and the physical presence even for the mightiest beings. the God allowed itself to be tainted and warped, in order to incarnate as Saint. and so Saint still doesn't particularly know where to go, besides peeking over the clouds from high places and trying its damnest to remember where those giant structures are. it walks with a goal, it travels, but its easy to lose its path

so Notos offering to become its guide was actually Extremely Helpful JGKLSCMKLSDK especially cuz some iterators fell in such ways or so long ago that finding them at all would be a giant hassle (like for example Zephyr herself)

besides that Saint later found how a good decision it was to take on Notos as a companion when it found out that overseer has a shock power like a well sized centipede (n has absolutely no issue throwing hands on sight), offers light and some warmth, is able to scout ahead and has intimate knowledge of iterator insides so finding a way to ascend someone who lost their puppet doesn't sound so impossible

JGKLSDMCLKSDMGKLCL Euros n Sparrows bein looked after by a God GJDLKSCMKLMSKDLMKCKSL fuckin dammit, ugh... -wipes tears away- yea aight, das canon now

i'm just imagining the third karma God lookin at them all charmed, sighing over how lovely they are together and then the second karma God materialized next to them outta nowhere like "Yo! I'm here too now." and the third karma God just goes "What. How."

[sophieinwonderland]

hi o/ jus wana start by saying dis is jus semi incoherent rambling of a sleeby oupy who didnt get to eat 5 borgars for dinner.

i find the anti endo point of “just doing it for attention” so weird

for one its really disconected from real life, like, attention is a basic need fir our body, its why solutary confinment is such good tourture. its like saying “theyre just doing it to get food” :l dumb argument, evyone needs and withholding food because someones starving is an evil thing to do, an so is ignoring someone who’s in need of social interaction.

and two, its blatantly wrong. like, we’ve told 0 people irl about being a system, we’ve only told like, 3 online friends, and we never talk about system stuff with them still cuz we’re scared of loosing those friends for being too weird. we pretty much never post about it on our blog an besides the blog description no one wud probably ever know. the one time someone guessed we’re a system in a discord servr i had a full anxiety attack an avoided any interaction for 2 weeks even tho they were accepting, an then when we finaly went back to talking there i made sure we had any trace of system stuff wiped from the servr profile an deleted the messages that made them ask and only just showed that all again after 2 months of keeping everything hidden. we’re terrified of people we know knowing we’re a system or getting attention cuz of tgat.

tho we’re definitly on the extreme end for that (mostly me tbh… the social isolation and abandonment issues exo-memories and the body’s trauma from similar irl stuff deff made me super scared about this) but its a pretty similar experience for a lot of systems from wut ive seen where telling ppl is pretty much an act of compleat trust an usualy very anxiety inducing.

besides, if someone really wus just after attention, they could just post a incorrect fact online or a really dumb take. thats much easier an will get a lot more attention than faking being a system ever could. like, saying something like “reading is bourgeoisie” on a semi popular post will be a thousand times better at getting u attention than being a system ever could.

theres so much more i wana say about this, like the ableism inherent to that argument point, or the way its linked to child abuse, but phone keyboard is stupid and terrible and im too hungy to think well enough to write out those points properly an do them justice.

anyways, i hope u have a great day/night depending on when u read this.

Right! And if they're claiming people are wanting positive attention, I don't see that as being that hard either.

Like, if someone wants to talk to people on the internet about stuff, there are spaces out there for literally anything and anyone. You're not going to get more attention for being a system than you would for being outspoken in a fandom or a religion or any other social group you're a part of.

People who want attention... don't need to pretend to have people in their head to get it. And the attention you would get for that is often going to be negative because a lot of people are sanist and pluralphobic. But as you mention, it's not even the best way to get negative attention when there are so many actual troll-y things you can do.

You can find hundreds of communities online with people who will support you and give you attention for your takes on various topics! Or you can find hundreds more who will hate you if you push the right buttons!

There's just... no logical reason to fake being plural for attention.

And isn't this, again, the very same claims that have always been made against the LGBTQ community?

It's actually kind of funny how that happens, isn't it?

The people who are getting attention are generally the ones who most conform to society. It's not plural or trans people. It's the ones who do their best to fit in and be like everyone else in their group. Meanwhile, people who have identities that diverge from the norm are often left outcasts and shunned by peers.

And yet it's the latter group that's accused of attention seeking?

It makes no sense. 🤷‍♀️

[itsdappleagain]

ALRIGHT EVERYBODY LETS GET GUSSIED UP FOR THE LUCKY CAT CAPER!!!!

this is SUCH a solid episode. i love this one as well- the outfits, the slapstick, the action. all really good!! alrighty

today's post title pictures are some of my own, from my trip to san fran a few years back!! I'll share some of my favs- I visited or photographed every major caper location on the trip!!

there's me in chinatown, the golden gate bridge, alcatrez, fisherman's wharf and the pier, and good old karl himself!

alrighty- enough pictures. sorry for the long intro! notes under the cut as always :)

YEAHHH THE FLASHBACK TO CARMEN'S FINAL,,, YEAH. i forgot the episode opened like this tbh. i know everyone and their mother has ALSO pointed out that this scene is bathed in red light so i will AGAIN not beat a dead horse but just yes. color theory <3

i love the tiny little oh shit moment on shadowsan's face. like he hadnt quite realized how good she was

GOD THIS GETS SO BRUTAL he's pawing her around like a cat with a pompom

YEAH THE WAY SHE JUST GETS. DESPERATE AS THE FIGHT GOES

her waking up from the nightmare with that culmination of stress. the timer going off correlating with the phone. still being half in the dream when she talks to player and then realizing when he starts talking to her...

this is such a human moment for carmen i love it so so much. she's failed. she is tired, having nightmares, maybe has a headache. she's making mistakes and she's a little bit out of it, she's stiff from sleeping....she's a PERSON and i LOVE IT SO MUCH

or in much less eloquent terms SLEEBY CARMEN <3333

i love the setup for next episode here. its not overbearing; it doesnt feel like a setup episode but it IS and it hints at shadowsan's true motives almost right off the bat

the sigh and "i don't know" is weirdly smooth animation i love it

that pickpocket is soo smooottthh

also i have to know what carmen was doing in san francisco the night before that a. gave her a headache when she woke up and b. made her so tired that she just dropped her pants on the floor and passed out. because it seems to me like carmen sandiego got drunk and had a great time last night.

also. she has just woken up and is picking an outfit for a NIGHTTIME CHARITY GALA. SHE SLEPT IN SO LATE HEHHSHAHJ their sleep schedules are all so bad

carmen looks great in that shot where she opens the curtains sorry not sorry

carmen's hotel is just outside the transamerica pyramid!

in fact it is quite reasonable to assume that she was staying at the hilton. i have solved the mystery that no one asked me to solve

karl <333

cable cars weren't running when i visited sf </3 i was heartbroken

FREE KARL

i dont know look at her reflection

carmens feet are shaped like shoes and i dont know how to feel about that. why is her heel a heel

this dress was the most spectacular thing they ever put her in and the amount of time she wore it was criminally short

they also should have put her in a white dress shirt more often??? hello??? i see it in the closet??? put her in a fucking suit once in a while....that waitress getup in tsonts was THE SHIT

SHE LOOKS STUNNIIINGGGGGGG IN THAT DRESS

i also love that she's thinking about zack for the car, then player for the stamp. her writing is so good this episode...at the start at least

ten million cents, she chuckles, as if the stamp wouldn't still be worth a hundred thousand dollars

i love how casually she is willing to spend 10 million VILEBucks

i love how they call her the generous lady in red too- like they arent expecting this room to be able to afford a ten million dollar stamp and BID on it

L O O K AT THAT DRESS GOD ITS SO GOOD. THE STRAPLESS THE CHOKER THE ELBOW GLOVES THE CLUTCH PURSE AUGHHH ITS SO GOOD I NEED TO SEE IT MORE

THE CONNECTOR IN THE BACK? THE FANCY COMM EARRINGS? CHEFS KISS

chase and carmen had the exact same smirk when they saw the other in the fog i know it

i love their dynamic actually they are so funny together. egypt in season 4 highlights it so well but also. like here. the teasing the banter chase taking everything way too seriously in comparison to carmen treating him like a joke

its close to the cigarette aesthetic, to be honest, and it does not cause lung cancer. so this tiny flashlight i salute you for being hot

CHASE AND JUST TRYING TO GRAB HER DSJHKJWGD

THE SHOE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY AJHKJDFH IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME LAUGH

poor carmen running around barefoot in the fog now

juliump scare

they stick those where in the world/where on earth references in there every opportunity they can with chase <3

julia is so short wheeze

MIP MIP MIP

that is for sure a bun i am not sure how mime bomb's beret made that shape

this episode is just chase getting jumpscared

he shoes mb away like a stray cat wheeze

the signed/mimed description of carmen is so on point i love mime bomb

go shadowsan go. send tigress <333 i love that he knows carmen so well even now that he knows she would enjoy one-upping tigress on this again

the "betrayed us and took a new name" thing from brunt is. carmen is transgender and brunt is the phobic about it i dont know it reads heavily okay

maelstrom and his democracy

FINE FINE SEND WHOMEVER

brunt has the cleaners on telepathic speed dial damn

the absolute muscles of steel mime bomb must have to sit in midair like that holy fuck

vile's lucky cat. meow. cat girl hand

carmen trying to watch subtly and stay hidden. girlie those are your opposite of strongsuits. weaksuits

mime bomb moves so cartoonishly and i love that. yes this is a cartoon. but. he is more of a cartoon

the music timing with carmen's face as she realizes its a shop FULL of lucky cats is so good

ILL TAKE THE TCHOTCHKE

carmen needs to stop saying "or what? you'll (insert bad thing here)" because the person she's saying that too ALWAYS says "yes exactly that"

luck cat store owner voiced by julia's va beloved. deserved better. glad she got cash in the end even if carmen was an aloof little prick about it and didn't even apologize

WE HAVE OTHERS YOU KNOW im so sorry lucky cat shop lady you deserved better

bait and switch

"keep the change" okay you still destroyed a shitload of her beautiful statues and didn't even help her clean it up. didn't apologize or. look at her. but fine

mime bomb. thats it thats the post

see the comical shifty look around is so fucking funnyyy

MIME BOMB COULD NOT BE MORE SUSPICIOUS IF HE TRIED HE'S SO FUNNY

the running in place gag never gets old

HFDJSFGDS

carmen just being half surprised and half impressed that they arrested mime bomb. yeah

also her just standing blatantly on the rooftop and NO ONE notices her wheeze

JULIA LISTING OFF ALL OF HIS MISHAPS IS SO FUNNY

the graffiti just being giant x's and o's dhfjdasg

mime bomb. is skrunkly

chase thats how you get sued you have to list the miranda rights in murica

julia <333 yes. yes yes yes

i gotta know what mime bomb was signing that made chase interpret "an elephant giving you a pedicure while spreading cheese on a baguette on Bastille day"

julia immediately giving a perfect translation. they are so funny

the expressiveness of chase and mime bomb combined makes for some GOLDEN freeze frames

julia shielding her mouth the wrong way. good job girlie. you tried. he can still see everything youre saying though

chase's neck disconnects from his head!

considering chase and julia never showed any form of identification mime bomb could hypothetically press charges for kidnapping

MIME BOMB OFFERING THE FLOWER AND THEN CHUCKING IT WHEN TIGRESS GETS ANNOYED WITH HIM IS JUST. HIS ANIMATION AND CHARACTER ACTING ARE SO GOOD

all of 26 cents buys mime bomb out

i like julia's little lean on the wharf railing. she's usually just sitting or standing up straight its cool to see her do something

this chase scene is so goood

btw unrelated but this girl is my favorite background extra?? they use her in a TON of bg scenes so. pointing her out to you so that you will notice her forever in other scenes

poor chase. his poor coat. his voice is screaming I LOVED THAT COAT from the future

hehheshgdh carmen is so frustrated that it happened AGAIN with tigress and the stupid thing in the pocket wheeze

HES SO HEARTBROKENKDJSDGFDSG

THE LAMP POST TRANSITIONS BETWEEN EVERYONE RUNNING ARE MY FAAAVORITE I LOVE THOSE

SHE JUST DUMPS THAT GUY OUT OF THE CAR LMAOO

zack using a lil racing metaphor!!! because!! yeah!!!!

this chase scene is so fucking good with all the cars GOD the music and driving through san francisco and everything AUGH

what if the car had just hit chase and he went flying

THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I AM NOT INVITING YOU ALONG! I CANNOT BE SLOWED DOWN BY "CAUTION WORDS"

chase is so funny he really sets himself up to fail

i feel bad for julia in this one though. you can see the buildup to next episode when she finally yells at him. shes fucking tired of this shit and yes she should be

carmen is your mom when you go 5 miles above the speed limit

she's one to talk, obviously, seeing as one of the first things she ever did in zack and ivy's presence was run a red light, almost cause an accident, and then fly into an open construction pit, ruining the car she stole from them

the concern in carmen's voice as she attempts to get zack to not crash into a building in an attempt to go up the wall

PLS CARMEN JUST GOES FLYING WHEN THEY GO OVER THOSE HILLS

the little sideyes the other two faculty give when shadowsan and brunt are squabbling shdshgfsdgh

i got to bike across the golden gate bridge it was super cool

THE WOMAN BEAMS HERSELF FROM A FOUNTAIN PEN, SHE CAN DO ANYTHING. well its some kind of respect women juice. maybe not the right kind though

the terror in julia's tone after watching chase not look at the road for a solid minute

annnnd there he goes

julia being done with his shit is so funny i love her

go sheena. scaling the whole ass bridge with her fingertips alone

carmen again sacrificing politeness and basic human decency for a quip </3 oh well

i love that cs color theory post thats like. the golden gate bridge is the epicenter of carmen's power and tigress was a fool for challenging her there

wow look its carmen becoming distracted and disadvantaged by valuable objects people throw at her again

not sheena showing carmen where she put the stamp too. nice job tigress

this showdown is pretty cool

carmen is SO efficient about it she just slides and boom its over. AND she steals the phone

she does look pretty awesome holding the stamp with two fingers though. god

STEALING THE PHONE WAS SUCH A POWER MOVE I LOVE THAT

plus she outed him in front off the whole faculty which is only funny if you dont know what happens next lmaoo

stamp of approval. laugh

tigress just sadly sitting there is also very funny

AND JULIA DRAGGING CHASE OUT OF THE WATERNDSDV

HERE WE GO TRANSITION SENTENCEEE

GO GET HIM!!!!!

WOW i can't believe this Saturday is already going to be the season finale. I LOVE the french connections caper so I am VERY excited for the next episode!! hopefully I won't get so far behind this time. to be fair I was doing state testing and presentations and shit but hopefully the worst of that is over.

alrighty- until next time for the chase dies and then carmen dies caper!!

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi Ducky!! May I make a large order of ice coffee with extraaa ice! Any toppings of your choice, I'm not picky! The names on that order are Miya and Cherry Blossom! Thank you!

Congratulations on 1000 followers by the way!! Hope your event goes well!!!

What a perfect time to write this request 🥰

Lmao this was supposed to come out like a week ago, but i get sleeby at night

Happiest of belated birthdays to my sweet boy.

Miya is my son and this entire website will be aware of it. I will be known as his mother.

Wow damn fuck I really do be kinning Miya hardcore rn

CW BELOW THE CUT: mentions of parental verbal abuse

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

It wasn’t like it was such a big request… Don’t get him wrong, he’s thankful for his life, but Miya was certain that his birthday was supposed to be a happy day.

So why wasn’t this day ever a good one?

His fourteenth birthday… Miya couldn’t believe that he had gotten this far, honestly. Even through all of the shit that his mom and dad made him go through… they still loved him… right?

Well, he didn’t have time to find out now. Blocking out the yelled, belittling messages, Miya grabbed his skateboard, and out the door he went. 

The boy hastily blinked away the threatening tears in his eyes. If his mom never saw him cry, she would never ever win.

Was this normal?

Surely this couldn’t be normal. What little boy was yelled at every single year, without fail, on his most special day?

Raindrops began to patter down onto the sidewalk below his feet- well, wheels. The pitch-black darkness of the sky didn’t help his vision either, but the boy picked up speed and went to find the two that he trusted the most.

He took out his phone, somehow managing to push the buttons in the worsening rain, and shooting a text to his groupchat with Joe and Cherry in it.

As he covers more and more ground, he’s filled with dismay when he doesn’t receive a text back. Oh well, at this point he’s just going to show up. The pattering raindrops against his skin are torture. He’s freezing, barely able to see a thing.

The boy reaches Sia La Luce and shakes the rain out of his hair. He opens the door with shaking hands, ignoring the shivers wracking through his body.

Two pairs of eyes are immediately glued onto him. He felt like he was on a talent TV show, only being able to murmur a strained “Help please… I’m really cold.”

Kaoru was at his side almost instantly, kneeling at Miya’s level, and draping Kojiro’s hastily removed jacket around the boy’s shoulders. The pink-haired man’s face was laced with pure concern as he brushed away the locks of wet hair stuck to Miya’s forehead.

Joe retreated to the kitchen, likely to grab something. Meanwhile, Cherry was carefully asking Miya open-ended questions, hoping to keep the boy from distress.

“Are you alright, child?”

The brunette nodded, pulling the jacket closer to him. He knew what was coming next, he just wasn’t sure how to answer.

“Do you think you can tell me what happened?” The man’s voice was uncharacteristically tender and soft. A gentle hand was laid on the boy’s back.

“Nothing major, really.” Miya murmured, looking up to notice Joe emerging from the kitchen. “I’m just glad I’m here…”

“Hey Miya, come here.” The green-haired man had a smile on his face.

The boy’s head barely reached over the top of the counter, so he turned to Joe with outstretched arms. Kojiro picked him up effortlessly, revealing the surprise on the counter.

There was a cake on the counter, a collaboration. Baking done by Kojiro, the loopy writing and frosting cats courtesy of Kaoru.

“Do you like i- Miya?”

Both men turned their attention to the brunette who had tears rolling down his cheeks. Their gazes turned sympathetic once more.

“How did you know today was my birthday?”

“How could we forget?” Kaoru asked with a smile, striding over to his companion’s side and placing a hand on Miya’s back.

The lamenting boy turned to Cherry, leaving Joe’s arms and latching onto him in one fell swoop. The pink-haired man hugged him in return, holding the child close to him and running his hand along his head.

“Thank you…” Miya whimpered, “for being my real parents.”

Kojiro joined in the hug, leaving the restaurant silent, save for the lamentations of the boy who had finally found what love feels like.

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[portrait-of-a-dying-planet]

Yo!

I follow from @a-girl-and-her-robo-dog!!

This is long, you have been warned.

Hi. I'm Pluto (but you can call me anything as long as it's space themed lol), I use any pronouns as I'm not putting my actual ones on the internet. Use anything, be creative. I'm Ace, probably Aro as well, but I do make some suggestive jokes. Some of the stuff I reblog on here includes gore so just a warning for that.

I am an adult so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free to not interact, I won't take offense.

My interests: I tend to have a main hyperfixation, a couple mini hyperfixations, and a bunch of things I'll always be interested in talking about.

I am a multi-shipper and don't really have any opinions on any ships unless it's, like, gross. I do tend to like the found family dynamic more than shipping tho, so anything I write is usually more platonic.

Current Hyperfixation: Uhhhh it's a tie between silly train guys and silly time traveling alien

Mini Hyperfixations: Invader Zim, Puella Magi Madoka Magica, Minecraft, I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Other Stuff: Gravity Falls, FNAF, Cryptids and anything supernatural, Undertale, re-watching Rainbow Brite, Horror Movies, HTTYD, Studio Gibli movies, Marvel (up til Endgame), MLP

I have never read Homestuck.

Favorite colors: Maroon, Pinks and Reds, Blue-Violet

Favorite movie: Better off Dead and Castle in the Sky

Favorite food: Mac & Cheese

Favorite Pokemon: Chandelure, Diancie, Gengar, Jirachi, Wishiwashi

Favorite Pokemon Characters: EMMET, Ingo, Cyrus,

I have way too many Rotomblr accounts, here's proof (the stars are for ones I'm most active on):

@i-am-emmet-real - Emmet blog⭐

@iam-emmet - shitpost Emmet blog⭐

@team-apostasy-official - definitely not Emmet blog⭐

@tplasma-shadow - absolutely just an average plasma grunt I swear

@a-girl-and-her-robo-dog - Juliana blog (main)

@i-dont-have-the-spoons - Kadabra Sleebie⭐

@the-ghost-of-futures-past - Ghastly Sleebie⭐

@briar-bbacadamy-official - Briar blog

@i-am-better-than-you - Melli blog

@porygon-conspiricy-corner - Rotomblr conspiracy blog

@goindownswingin - BBA OC blog

@heyitswarmrun - it's Warmrun

Other blogs I run:

@pokegirl-tournament - what it says on the cover

@rp-asks-and-stuff - Rotomblr resource blog

I do in fact have a problem.

So my DNI list... Listen I don't give a fuck about your political views. I'll block you if you're a bitch. Just be nice to people, okay? (AND I DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT PROSHIP BUT JUST KEEP IT OFF MY BLOG PLEASE)

One other thing: I have, like, the worst social anxiety known to man. Please please please if I say something wrong tell me. Nothing I say is ever meant to come out mean or rude. I tend to be shitty when it comes to social cues and over text is even harder so if I annoy you, I beg of you, tell me.

I think that's it :3

[t4t-fagdyke]

intro post time

i'm zero! i'm a polyamorous genderfluid sadomasochistic switch, im a therian, and i use any pronouns (though primarily it/she/ they). I’m also a combat doll and a drone, though i consider myself broken/malfunctioning. also i have osdd but my alters likely won’t post here.

this is a nsfw account, so no one under 18. if you're under 18 go do your homework, come back when you're of age. ageless blogs or under 18s that interact will be blocked if i notice them.

if you're attracted to me, it's gay, i don't make the rules. i'm pan, and mostly t4t, though some cis ppl slip through the cracks... and rarely stay cis for long lol.

anyway! this is a kink blog so i should give my kinks some time

i’ll try to tag all my kinks with specific tags, but i make no promises regarding my reblogs. i’m planning on writing more of my own smut too, those will be tagged #zeroposting, and additionally with #dollposting for empty spaces stuff.

these are quite long lists lol

kinks

degradation (#pathetic)

praise

pet play (i’m a pup and sometimes a kitty) (#pupplay, #kittyplay, #petplay)

pain play (#pain)

electrostim

objectification (#imathing)

bondage (esp rope) (#🪢)

religion (like fucking priests lol)

worship (in both the general adoration of of a person and their body and a literal religious sense)

monsterfucking

free use (#freeuse)

body writing

edging

denial

chastity (#🔒)

forced orgasm

overstimulation

anal play

hypnosis (#falling)

wax play

collaring

most kinds of sex toys are fun

begging

power exchange

musk (#musky ^w^)

human furniture

breath play (#breath play)

also here are the particularly taboo ones, ive put them aside lol

cnc (#cnc, if i use the word rape it’ll also have #rape)

medfet (#💉)

institutionalization (#thoughts from the asylum)

knives (#🔪 )

misogyny

blood(#🩸)

torture

bullying (#bully me)

gore

scars

bruising (#🖤💙)

kidnapping

blackmail

public sex/play

i’m kinda into snuff (#💀)

slavery/ownership(#property)

intoxication play (#intox)

somno (#sleeby)

diapers (though not abdl stuff)

incest (nothing het with that, just girls. sorry bros)

limits

raceplay

cbt

emeto/puke play

scat

detrans

[diabolikpersonals]

ARE WE GONNA IGNORE THAT YUMA AND SHU WERE CUDDLING?????? THE WRITING MAKES IT SOOOO CUTE AND ROMANTIC

NO IM NOT IGNORING IT ANON I reread it several times and felt the same increase in serotonin one might feel if they won the lottery

actually u wanna know a fun fact about me. I think about shuuma to fall asleep at night so I’ve like pavlov dog’d myself. if I imagine them cuddling then I’ll start feeling sleepy no matter what time of day it is. when I read that part of the fic I felt so excited and yet sooo sleeby

[radishleaf]

i hate mmos because the expectation of socialization is a big Nope from me when it comes to any game. however, peeps saying you can play ff14 solo is a big Yes from me, ahhhh. i'm in it for the story, anyway; idc about joining guilds or w/e, even tho i know the game's gonna force me to as part of the tutorial, at least.

anyway, made it to lvl 4 and decided to give it a break since i feel sleeby. might continue to log my time playing under my character's name just like i do with my writing, so there's that.

but just know i'm obsessed with kalyx already, even tho i know v little about the game and it's story lol