#HEEM HEEM HELLO ALL

[zeldasadork]

how do the mounders get even better every session. what the heck. if my creative niche were writing instead of art it would be all over for you guys

[marlynnofmany]

Squishy Cybernetics

“Hello!” I said. “Where would you like this?” I waved an arm at the large pallet of boxes, bags, and miscellaneous other packaging. It was on one of our biggest hoversleds, and accompanied by some of the biggest crewmates.

The Waterwill at the loading gate burbled thoughtfully, sounding like a water jug given sentience. She extended what passed for an arm of her own and pointed indoors. “You’d better bring it all the way in. Over here.” She glided inward, moving in that mysterious way I’d never figured out. Someone shaped like a column of jello had no business scooting forward that quickly, no matter how much their lower end rippled against the floor.

But I didn’t have time for galaxy-gazing; I had to help steer the hoversled. Regulations said we needed someone on all four sides for a load this big, just in case of antigrav mishaps. Didn’t want it slamming into something breakable at this client’s facility — or slamming into anything at all, really, but this place was some sort of high-tech manufacturing plant, and I didn’t want to think about what kind of damage a crash could do.

No mishaps today, though. The Frillian twins paced along on either side, all muscles and tight clothes (they’d left the flowy silks behind today; a solid choice). I couldn’t see Zhee in the back, but I heard the quiet click of his bug feet. My own feet were silent in proper Earth shoes as I tugged the steering handle and followed the Waterwill.

I thought we’d just take the thing to the far side of the big loading dock, unload it in an out-of-the-way spot to be unpacked later. But the Waterwill kept going. We passed hovercars and wheeled carts, storage cabinets and bins, along with a baffling arrangement of pipes along one wall. Windows showed glimpses of the busy manufacturing facility. I had no idea what they were making. Maybe I’d get a better look on the way back out.

Oh hey, a human, I thought in surprise as I passed a bigger window. With a Strongarm on his back? What in the world are they making together? I was already moving past, and could only speculate about intricate manufacturing projects that needed hands and tentacles at the same time.

I was still wondering why the Strongarm hadn’t just pulled up a chair next to the human when the Waterwill signalled me to stop. “Stopping,” I announced for Zhee’s benefit. We all came to a halt, and nobody crashed into anything. Hallelujah.

“Here, please,” the Waterwill said. She stretched her arm out into a long tendril to pick up a scrap of something blue that had fallen on the floor, and pointed at an empty space near several foam-topped tables. “I’m needed out front. Heeme, can you oversee?”

“Sure thing,” said a voice from nowhere, then a Strongarm climbed out from under one of the tables. “Found the last of the broken bits, by the way.” Two of his tentacles were curled around pieces of the same blue stuff the Waterwill had picked up. The blue stood out against the dark red of his skin, but not as much as the four mismatched tentacles on other side did. They were a transparent blue-green much like the Waterwill’s own tendrils. I tried not to stare, and failed.

“Thank you,” the Waterwill said. “I’ll be back in a bit.” She set her broken piece of whatever on the nearest table, then scooted through a door that was apparently soundproofed, because a cacophony of whirs and whooshes filled the air until it closed.

“Right,” I said. “Over here, then.” I steered the hoversled into position, then we all worked together to guide the detachable gravity platform onto the ground. That part always made me nervous, since it looked like the giant pallet that could crush me was floating through the air with just a touch of technological magic to make it go. I understand other models of industrial-sized hoversleds have more mechanical-looking gravity platforms, or regular forklift arms. Ours was the glowy magic kind, and it deposited the giant stack of objects with all the precision of the best fairytale enchantment.

“Perfect,” said the Strongarm. “We’ll unpack it from here. Thanks.”

“Our pleasure,” I said.

Zhee, finally able to see over the hoversled, got a good look at who I was talking to. “Oh, I’m sure you’re fast at unpacking,” he said, pointing with his pincher arm. “Does that model form into blades?”

“Sure does!” the Strongarm said, holding up a see-through tentacle that instantly flattened into a shape like a steak knife. “Good for packaging, stubborn latches, and all manner of other things.”

“And stabbing!” Blop put in, to be immediately shushed by his sister.

“No stabbing on the job,” she told him.

The Strongarm laughed. “Yeah, just respectable tool use. They don’t give these out to anyone who’s going to do violence with them.”

I asked, “Is that Waterwill tech? I haven’t seen one before.”

“Yup.” He turned the knife back into a tentacle, then into a variety of other shapes. “One of the perks of working here, for sure. They’re cagey about sharing tech. This is the best prosthesis I’ve ever encountered.”

I thought of the hard metal-and-plastic replacement limbs that were standard on Earth. They would be wildly out of place on this guy’s squishy octopus body. And no amount of interchangeable attachments would be able to beat this kind of easy shapeshifting. I said, “That looks really useful.”

“It is!”

The loud door opened to admit a wall of sound, along with the human-and-Strongarm pair. Which I realized with a start was actually just a human wearing more transparent tentacles on his back.

“Here’s the new set,” he said to the Strongarm, placing a clear box on the table that was full of a stack of more flat blue things. They appeared to be cut into very specific shapes. I might have been curious about what they were for if not for the much more interesting thing to be curious about.

“Hello,” I said. “Does everyone who works here get extra limbs?”

The tan human grinned. “If they want ‘em! And they pass the screening, of course. But you’ve got to leave them here each day if they’re the bonus kind, as opposed to replacements.”

The Strongarm wiggled his tentacles in a taunting manner. “I can open packages and slice food so easily at home.”

The human made a face and wiggled the tentacles on his back. “Yeah yeah, we’re all jealous. Someday I’ll convince the bosses that there’s an actual market for these, and I’ll be the first in line to buy my own.”

“They think there isn’t?” I asked in shock. “Those look so useful! I can’t list the number of times I’ve wished for more hands. Using teeth and feet only goes so far.”

Zhee made a disparaging hiss. “You have that many fingers, and still want more? Greedy.”

“I’m just saying that re-weaving a cargo net would go much faster if I could hold all of the fibers at once,” I told him, then turned to the Frillians. “Back me up. Two arms just isn’t enough sometimes, right?”

Blip and Blop looked at each other and shrugged. “I guess?” Blip said. “But that’s just when it’s time to get another person to help.”

Zhee clicked a pincher. “Exactly so. Or approach the problem differently.”

The human told me, “I’ve had this conversation more than once. Apparently not all species grow up imagining what it’s like to have bird wings or monkey tails or whatnot.”

“Surely other people want to fly,” I said. The expressions around me were dishearteningly blank. “Surely!”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” the human said. “See why I couldn’t convince the bosses?”

“But even on a practicality standpoint!” I exclaimed. “They have you using them here; why wouldn’t they think you’d want to use them at home?”

He shrugged, moving the tentacles in a graceful wave as he did. “Alien brains. I’ve given up trying to fully understand.”

The Strongarm spoke up. “If there are actually a large number of humans who would buy these, then it couldn’t hurt to put together a request from outside sources. The bosses don’t listen to random employees who are probably biased, but they might take an interest in actual buyers.”

I shook my head slowly. “Our courier ship isn’t going to be that kind of buyer, especially not at the scale they’d probably need.”

“What about big human ships?” Blip asked. “We could suggest it to the next one we meet.”

“Or human colonies,” Blop said. “Or large groups at space stations.”

Zhee said, “I heard Captain Sunlight talking about a delivery to Basal Station soon. There are plenty of humans there. You could suggest it to them, if you think this is really that widespread an interest.”

“It couldn’t hurt,” I said, thinking. There was indeed a significant human population on that space station, which might even include the crew I’d met from the droid jousting ship Hold My Beer. They were definitely the type to appreciate some extra arms. Both for working on finicky electronics and general slapfight shenanigans.

“Here, we should have something with the contact information,” said the Strongarm. “Jon, is there a notepad over there?”

“Yeah, got it.” The human leaned over a table and used his tentacles to lift a stack of books so he could pull out the small notepad at the bottom. That may have been showing off. “Here you go!” He handed it to me with his regular hand.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ll see if I can find the right ears to whisper into.”

“Best of luck!” he said. “My partner has asked me no less than half a dozen times if I could sneak my set home to play around with, but I’m not gonna risk the job.”

I laughed, hoping I wasn’t blushing. “Oh man, I wasn’t even going to mention the bedroom applications.”

Of course Zhee had to ask, tilting his head with faceted eyes shining. “The what?”

“Remember how most humans find tentacles a little creepy?” I asked him, pocketing the notepad.

“I recall. It makes this insistence all the stranger.”

“Well, some humans aren’t creeped out at all. Kind of the opposite. They like them a lot. In a, uh, private fashion.”

Jon the human spelled it out for him. “Mating rituals.”

Zhee’s antennae did a complicated dance, then settled in something that looked like disgust. “I was about to ask why, but I’ve decided I don’t want to know.”

“Yeah, best not to,” I agreed. “Anyway! Very useful extra arms. Good for a wide variety of activities. Other humans will likely be interested.”

“Very likely,” Jon agreed.

I activated the hovercart with a nod, and we said our goodbyes. The employees wished me luck. They returned to work while we headed back toward our ship.

Zhee grumbled disparaging things about my species the whole way, but that was nothing new.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

PS: the story with the good ship Hold My Beer is here, if you're wondering about that. It's fun.

[miiints-repostiory]

PRETTY PEOPLEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gala gala gala stuff!! my goal is to draw as many ppl in the thread as possible so no colors for you! if i colored all of this it would be hell! its also more loose for this reason!

from top to bottom and right to left, we have:

@beartitled's adventure line; friendship? 👉👈

@kirchefuchs' stan and narry; THEYRE SO!!

@amarieth's narry; dont be shy! this gala's for everyone :D! i couldnt tell if the stripeys were a texture or a pattern, so i went with pattern

@heavensstar's GORGEUS KING HELLO??? im, love he?? me when me when HE?? heem.

and @rosieemms' narry; he is so very handsome! unfortunately for Aesop tho lol; ive worn like this exact outfit before!! it made me feel very gender

alright back to drawing! bye byeee

[kholnt]

Hey, you! New person! Welcome to the LU fandom, we’re so glad to have you! 💞💞 Saw you were looking for mutuals—I just have a few questions… *flips through pieces of paper real serious like*

👀 You got a favorite LU boy yet? Or a favorite panel/arc of Jojo’s comic? Favorite fic, art piece, author?

👀 I saw your Wild sketch, it was very nice. So you draw? Do you write, too?

👀 Finally and most importantly, what is your opinion on mayonnaise?

HELLO HELLO!!!!!! i am so very happy to be here i am giggliing kicking my feet 1. i find all of them to be absolute whimsical goobers but probably wild (botw is the only physical loz game i own and it was a gift from my brother so i do have a wee bit bias. but they're also just like the Guy ever) 2. this wolfie from the most recent update has my heart and soul. so very polite heems so!!

3. art piece of jojo's has got to be either september's stormy draw, but outside of that. honestly just any sleepy lu. little snoozin guys yk?? 4. goddesses fics,,,,, keeping it to lu a home for flowers (faufaren) & silent princesses (korokcrucifierr) absolutely eat personally. as for authors, i don't pay much attention since i read based on me tag-hunting (i do say that nintendo fics absolutely eat and rarely miss. i have yet to be proven wrong) 5. tysm!! i DO draw!! and write on the very very rare occasion (as in once a year and if i finish something its a miracle). i'm currently at a roadblock w/ art and i havent seriously drawn in nearly a month but i do silly little doodles like the wild in both my pfp and the one mentioned!!

6. not a mayo guy personally but i love ranch

[staring-at-a-blank-pagee]

hello and welcome!

ao3 • artfight

☆ you can call me blank or tiri! i default to he/they but pretty much any pronouns except she/her are fine with me, honestly. hell, if we're close, you can feel free to go wild with it (/lh). more info :))

☆ i use tone tags a lot and am generally bad at understanding tone so i apologize in advance if i read yours wrong!

☆ the main fandoms you can expect to see from me are up above, but here's the full list anyways: kirby, linked universe, legend of zelda, rain world, super mario, ffxiv, ffxvi, ffxii, lord of the rings, miraculous ladybug, baldur's gate 3, stormlight archive/the cosmere, star trek, celeste, undertale, google doodle-verse, persona 5, good omens, animal well, and uhh possibly more but those are the main ones

☆ i may be sort of awkward and also forget to message people back for weeks to months on end (im working on it okay i promise/srs) but i love making friends here so don't be afraid to come say hello!!

art tag • talk tag • writing tag • asks • starry dee

☆ aheem heem i also have imaginary friends because why not you should come say hi to them as well guys im so normal i swear- /lh

☆ if you're here from the kirby oc tournament, asks for starry dee are still open... I'm just being very slow about answering them, unfortunately!

anyways folks, that's all!! hope to see you around!

[nginiamhim]

Hello sir!

I have always wondered about that rocket. Does it cause you a lot of pain? Has it affected your life in some way? Could it have killed you (can it still???) and how did you survive in that case?

I hope these questions weren't too personal (I'm very curious and find you interesting!). Sorry in that case!

hellooo eenternet user...

the ballisteec meessile causes... eessues for n.gin... migraines.. pain.. memoree.. ehh.. eessues.

eet was meant to explode on eempact. then again.. eet was not supposed to go off een the producteeon line so.. n-gin made manee misstakes when he worked een the defence eendustree..

n.gin had hees own labs.. factoree.. employees..

all gone now.

to save my craneeum i managed to hold eet all together weeth the plates.. less room een there now.. but n.gin's eyeball moved to geev space.. veree kind.. eet could explode at anee time. but.. n.gin has eet secured. duteeful maintenance keeps eet calm. soothes her..

n.gin ees luckee Master took heem een.. now n.gin can have all the theengs he lost again.. even better now...

ahh worree not about eet being personal.. n.gin ees happee to speak of hees work... a veree good meessile thees one.. would have changed the world eef onlee... ahh.. historee now..

[kiawren]

hai wren my good friend wren.. :3 SNIPPET OF ME AND INFORMANT CANVAS ON YOU !!! it is a little itty bitty wip for valentines ^_^

You Just Know i was imagining informant with me when spending CNY with my family.. doing lohei with heem… heeehe… playing blackjack with him!!!!! i like to think he’s not a big fan of lohei because of how messy it tends to get but he does it for me becaus he sees how happy it makes me ^_^

me when i lean over to him to show him my cards i blackjack because i am So Slow at counting.. i feel like he would have a sort of stable pokerface. he grabs another card and i watch his expression drop slightly LOL

wahhhh i miss him so much… i’ve been stuck on one task (can’t proceed without an item i need to get thru grinding) hope i can finish it soon and hope he shows up soon..

I HOPE YOU WERE IMAGINING KIAWE WHEN YOU WERE SPENDING CNY WITH YOUR FAMILY!!!! would kiawe he wear a traditional fit?

ARSENE. HEY. ARSENE HEY I SAW THE OTHER ASKS TOO I WILL GET TO THAT. I WILL G (EXPLODES)

FIRST OF ALL WWAAAAHGGGHRH OPENED MY INBOX TO THIS PRETTY DRAWING OF YOU GUYS "JUST A SNIPPET" MEANWHILE IT COUKD BE IN THE LOUVRE ANYWAY HAPPY CNY YIPPEE I DID NOT PLAY BLACKJACK HELP IM STILL A KID™ I DID NOT DRINK WITH THE ADUKYS BUT A FEW OF US DID PLAY SINGAPOREAN dream I shoukd sotp shouting we played singaporean dream and malaysian dream the card games and the informant pokerface bit is funny becuz one of the cards let's the player set a rule other players have to follow and when they don't they have to pay up So my sister played that card and made it so that nobody (except her) can laugh during their turn And I Laughed Every turn I Suck at keeping a Straight face. But you guys certainly would have lots of fun for cny together he'd be so happy to see you happy. The four of us playing together now That would be cute <- played Cho dai di once and doesn't remember anything. On doing tasks hahaha hahaha well see it is HBL for me ahahhahaha and I have cca commitments and so many commitments but I was in Malaysia the past few days so I welt obligated to Relax and just not think about all my overdue things now I'm bakc in sg but still in the mood😊 OHHHH YES OH YES I WAS ABSOLUTELY THINKING ABOUT HOW KIA/WE WOULD LOVE CNY OH YES LIKE. EVERYBODY WEAES RED. HELLO! HE LOVES RED. ITS LOUD AND VIBRANT EVERYWHERE FIRECRACKER FIREWORKS HELLO! THIS GUY LOVES FIRE AND LOUD AND PASSIONATE THINGS. AS FOR ATTIRE IM NOT SURE I DID NOT WEAR ETHNIC TRADITIONAL STUFF EITHER JUST A RED SHIRT BUT I THINK HE WOUKD LOOK SO HANDSOME IN SOME DARK RED WITH SOME FLORAL PATTERN!

[overgrownmoon]

🎯🥊 for Yavari and Kamaka?

AHEEM HEEM?? WHIMPER?? THANK YOU I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY LITTLE GUYSSS

Ok. What do they do best and what they love/hate to do.

Yavari is a tinker. At her very core, she's a nerd for gears, wiring, switches and levers - anything that makes up contraptions and tools and components. She's an artificer, an inventor, and an engineer of sorts. She loves to build and recreate and rip apart. A particular love of hers are clocks - she's fascinated by the intricate and precise time-keeping mechanisms. In a different life she would have loved to be a clockmaker.

Besides her main hobby, Yavari loves to read. Most of her books are technical manuals and engineer's references, but she has a collection of a variety of non-fiction and stories. She has a soft spot for drama and romance.

Yavari loathes doing nothing - you have to force her to take a break. Reading is the only down-time she allows herself, since it's intellectually stimulating. Otherwise, she is always doing something. She can't stand having nothing to do. She's prone to feeling useless without a task. If you don't give her something, she'll find something, and you do not want that. She likes to make completely unnecessary "upgrades" to various things around the ship, or stealing crewmate's pocket watches to take them apart.

Kamaka, on the other hand, loves to relax. They'd sleep all day if left alone. He's a bit of a lazy ass, who loves to nap and laze around and generally be a bum. His favorite activity, however, is making art; all sorts of art. They've made their own clothes, jewelry, sculptures, paintings, all kinds of stuff. They love to explore their creativity, and loves being outdoors where they can look around and find new materials and ideas to create the next thing.

He's also a dancer, using their body to express themselves; and he can move. He's learned various traditional dances from his home, and is always eager to learn something new from his travels. They try to encourage Yavari to join in, but she would rather watch Kamaka twirl and shake than join in. Kamaka doesn't mind having an audience.

Kamaka hates formality; they can't stand fake smiles, forced hellos, and the uptight rigidity of high society. Give Kamaka a rule to follow, and they'll break it; give them an authority to follow, and they'll rebel. Kamaka hates doing anything that isn't authentic and truthful to themself. However, it also true that he hates being told to do anything at all.

[17magpiesinatrenchcoat]

hi lori you’re very cool

and for a random ask: what are your naming conventions for your files? how would you rate your File Organisation for your drawings, out of 10

HELLO!!!!!!!!! YOU TOO!!!!!!!! and hmm

I’m gonna be honest I have literally none 💀 I never name them they’re all just untitled artwork 737272728 and I do put them in stacks (folders for non procreate users lol) but I don’t even name them accordingly my hk one is just called “meow” my stp one is “aheem heem” and my oc and cotl ones aren’t even named 💀 idk how I ever find anything tbh, but I somehow do so maybe like 3/10

[madwickedawesome]

INFO !! ♡

♫ hello!! my name is juno and my friends call me tuna!!! however u r free to call me whatever u wish, i have no preference whatsoever :] i use he/him pronouns and i am 16!!!!

♩ i speak english and sign in asl + i am learning latin!!

♬ my close friends describe me as funny, "secondhand romantic" (i have no idea what this means and he can't explain it so this one is up to interpretation LMAO), insane, silly, puppy, science and animal enthusiast, biggest modern minimalism hater, and "like 10 am on a summer morning and it's light and breezy." so. take those as u will!!

♯ i listen to largely classical music (my fav composers are prokofiev, debussy, and shostakovich a heem heem giggle) and artists like tears for fears!! i'm also a major fan of rococo/baroque architectural and art styles (hence l'apothéose d'hercule above) and floriography!! i have been singing in choirs for like. a third of my life and am trained classically :] despite all of this art stuff, biology is my spinterest!!!!!

♭ although u probably would not be able to tell from the vibe of this alone, i am in fact incapable of being normal about ANYTHING. i adore everything on this list, but my biggest fandom interest at the moment is most specifically gus halper's mischa bachinski from ride the cyclone LMFAO!! a poor quality 3d render of him is spinning around in my head at all times, and his Strange bf, rap girlie fiancée, and singing abilities occasionally tag along :]

♮ i'd prefer if people 13 and below didn't interact with my posts, but if ur already here, dw abt leaving!!! of course i'm not too comfortable with adults being here either, but that's probably a given. overall dni criteria applies here but that's also probably a given LMFAO. my biggest thing is that if u support the 'noel is talia and is catfishing mischa' theory, i sincerely ask that u don't follow this blog and learn abt why it's a sucky theory!! aside from that, i don't really have any major unique dni thing, but please know that if i do anything to make u uncomfortable, i ask that u tell me so that i don't repeat it!!

𝄞 that's all i got!!! thank u for reading!!! i love u and hope u have a great day!!!!

[friesian]

hello hello have some gw2 ask game numbers--4, 6, 7, and 8 for a kiddo of your choosing :D @kerra-and-company

HELLO!! thank you so so much. i’ll probably do these all for marwyd because i love talking about him. 4. What would an evil or bad end version of them look like? so from my personal idea i think that a ‘bad end’ marwyd is one of two things; dead as a doornail, or like a chosen/herald of balthazar. i have a lot of stuff written from him being a sapling about his connotations to balthazar, and the fact that he was raised by a zhaishen. so i’m of the belief that essentially he becomes mostly mindless, driven by violence and the desire to kill, and is essentially the commander. for balthazar. which is fucked up and EVIL! also he’d never experience happiness either so jot that down while you’re at it. 6. What is, in their opinion, their greatest mistake or regret? THIS IS TOUGHIE. because he has a LOT. my best answer would be that he didn’t leave the gang he grew up with sooner because he was too weak. now he’s fucked up permanently. i don’t wanna get too much into this tho because i’m writing up a rp arc about this for my friends in the future. so i gotta keep my mouth shut! 7. What is an NPC that they're not necessarily enemies with, but they just can't stand?

back at it again at krispy kreme. 8. Are there any juicy rumors about them floating around Tyria? EVERYTHING. YES. i’ve talked to my wife about how there are DEFINITELY LIKE “WHO IS THE COMMANDERS SWEETHEART” or “COMMANDER? IS HIS FAVORITE COLOR PURPLE?” or some shit. there’s MANY gossip rags floating around for him. hint about that first one! no one. at least yet. a heem heem. but nonetheless it’s everything he does i feel like. my friend has made a character to compliment this that writes magazines about marwyd to make money for his fighting ring. marwyd talks to him and doesn’t know he’s one of the guys who does this. so. god help him when he finds out.

[winksync]

“ Sure it's a calming notion, perpetual in motion.“

✦ Indie Ryuki Kuruto from Ai the Somnium Files: Nirvana Initiative

✦ Spoilers for Nirvana Initiative will be tagged but present!

✦ Writer is 23 | Blog will Have 18+ Tagged Content

✦ Multiship | Para RP | Semi-Selective | Crossover Friendly

“ But I don't need the comfort of any lies .”

[milquetoad]

i would like to watch a compilation of ray sweet little voice moments does anyone kno if one exists

[utahimeow]

char my bbie hello !! it has been too long without u . . ;< i hope your day / evening / night has been lovely ! i hope you’ve eaten lots of delicious foods !! i’ve come to celebrate kenma day with you < 3 the prompt :: [ CONTROL ]  sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue. [ totally up to you as to who’s sender / receiver !! i just think this sparked up my cockwarming thots for heem . . ] let us rot together ! ^3^ ily !!

dilly dearest !! i adore u sm <3

[ CONTROL ] sender stops stimulating receiver and tells them they have to be still if they want to continue.

cw — nsfw content minors dni, f!reader, dom!kenma, cockwarming

[ kenma day celebration event !! ]

“oh, my god.”

the irritation in kenma’s voice makes you want to shrivel up — something tells you it’s directed at you and not on the smash bros game he’s playing.

sat in his lap with his cock buried inside you, you’re lucky he even allowed you this much. for the past twenty minutes you’ve been pushing your luck after he told you to “just be good and stay quiet.”

but when he’s stretching you out this well, how can you do either of those things? your hips moved by themselves (you swear), rocking back and forth along his thick length while your fingers worked circles against your sensitive clit.

then came your noises. at first, it was nothing more than small gasps, which soon turned into whimpers, then shortly became moans muffled into the palm of your hand. perhaps you could have tried to stay a little quieter, for kenma had friends on the other end of a call in his headset. but when do you ever do what your boyfriend tells you?

he hits a button on his keyboard to mute up and his hands clamp down firmly on your hips, holding you in place.

“thought i told you to be good,” he says, scoffing, bringing his teeth to your neck and nipping at it. “i’ll let you stay if you sit still. you move and you can go use your own fingers.”

all you manage is a pathetic whine at his proposition. you’re clenching and unclenching around him in an attempt for some kind of stimulation, but it’s essentially futile.

“yeah? can you do that for me?” he asks, condescendingly sweet. he knows you can’t.

“mhm,” you say, voice quivering. he’s not convinced. neither are you.

[tunastime]

aheem heem… hello dearest mutual… uhm… renthubs + 14 mayhaps? :3c

14. bruised / kissed (x) (1285 words. help. you guys made me terrible)

It’s late, and the basement of the monolith is already starting to seep through with cold. Etho runs a hand up the back of his neck, trying to work out the tension from sleeping funny the night before. He’s been in this position for a good part of an hour, tracing out the lines of blueprints half understood. He sighs.

"Knock, knock."

Etho straightens, startling. He turns in his chair to notice the outline of Ren in the doorway of his workspace.

"Oh, hey, Ren,” he says, relaxing his shoulders. Ren smiles at him, his ears perking up.

“Mind if I come in?” he asks, raising his eyebrows. He’s carrying a cup in his hands.

“No, no,” Etho waves his roommate in, patting the desk, as if to say join me here, the space is yours, too. Which. A few months ago, may not have been the case. As Ren pulls from the doorway, Etho squints into the rest of his living space. "Is Bdubs..."

Ren shakes his head.

"No, he's asleep."

Etho nods.

"Ah,” he says, leaning back against the desk. He tucks his leg up against the back, tilting his head. “What're you still doing up?"

Ren sits at the edge of the desk. He glances behind him for a moment, making sure that, when he inevitably wags his tail, it won’t knock anything over. Etho smiles, something warm weaseling up next to his heart.

“Oh. I couldn’t sleep. I figured I might,” Ren taps his fingers against the cup he’s holding and Etho watches him glance between it and his face. “Uh, see if you wanted company until you went up.”

Etho smiles and his eyes crinkle. “Thanks.”

Ren nods. After a second, he holds out the mug he was holding to Etho. Etho reflexively holds his hands out, before Ren even speaks. He shifts in the chair to meet him better.

“Here,” Ren says. Etho holds the warm cup in the cradle of his hands. It smells sweet, almost like cinnamon, or nutmeg, some dark spice he can’t place. 

“Oh. It’s...” He furrows his eyebrows. Coffee. 

“You don’t have to drink it now,” Ren blurts. His ears pin back. Something in his voice asks I don’t know if you like it. How does he say I’ll drink it for you? Ren continues: “You can wait until I leave.”

“I appreciate it.” Etho laughs, setting the cup down. That alone seems to make Ren’s shoulder’s relax. Etho sees his ears twitch. He settles back again, draping his arm over his knee. Ren tilts his head, just a bit, waiting on the inevitable question he must sense in Etho’s posture. "What did I miss today?"

Ren grins. The way it lights up his face. Etho wants to bottle whatever that is. "Oh man. Plans. All across the floor,” he spreads his hands, glancing over at him. “We spent twenty minutes trying to lay them out but my god when we did. Etho have you seen—"

Etho leans forward. "The color on them?"

Ren swings out, bats at his arm. He bats him back.

"And the design!” Ren says, rocking back, gesturing wildly with his hands. “They don't even look like someone could build them. They're inhuman!"

Etho nods, watching Ren try so very hard not to wag his tail. Etho says, pressing his hands together:

"He's been developing this new way of shading things so that the gradients create the texture for him, he's redefining—"

"Negative space," they say together.

"Exactly,” Ren sighs. “Wow."

Etho hums. Ren settles back against the desk, both hands behind him.

"It's nice having someone else to look after him, y'know,” Etho says. Ren inclines his head, ears perking up.

"Bdubs?"

Etho smiles.

"Mhm."

Ren huffs out a laugh, pressing a hand to his chest. He dips his head, as if it’ll prevent Etho from seeing the flush on his face.

"It's. An honor that you trust me to do it."

Etho traces the lip of the cup. He shrugs.

"Sure. You're an easy guy to trust."

Ren shakes his head, smiling, voice carrying a sheepish laugh.

"Please."

"I mean it."

“I know, I know,” Ren says, still laughing a little. There’s a lull, just for a moment, the two of them sitting quietly. Ren looks into his hands before he speaks again, quiet and still smiling.

"I care about you too, y'know."

"Yeah?" Etho snorts. But Ren sounds too sincere when he says it. Etho replays scenes in his head. Little things. Moments. Ren makes him breakfast. Ren tells him to be safe. Ren says to go to bed. Ren brings him tea. His favorite tea. Ren listens. Ren leans back in when Etho leans against him, too tired to walk back alone from another redstone project. Ren trusts him to critique his building, something he’s only ever been asked to do by Bdubs. Bdubs leaves them together. He tells Bdubs late one night that he likes Ren. It isn’t the stronger word. But Bdubs lights up nonetheless. He’s reading his mind. And Ren says:

"Yeah,” in a soft voice.

Etho feels something in his chest seize. He pushes the mug forward on the desk to put his hand down, pulling himself out of the chair and to a stand. 

“Ren,” he says, his hand half outstretched between them. Ren glances over.

“Hm?”

“I, uh,” he swallows. For some reason, the words don’t sound right in his mouth. Not like he can’t say them, but that they’re suddenly not good enough. There is something much too bright and great in his chest to be encapsulated by words alone. He holds his hand out, palm up, and Ren, after a beat of hesitation, sets his hand on his. Etho turns his hand over. He reads over the fine lines of his hand. He wonders if he were to run his thumbs over his palm if it would be softer than his own. Maybe. Maybe.

Etho sighs to settle his nerves. He feels his hands start to twitch, just a little, so he squeezes Ren’s hand and watches his fingers curl reflexively. Etho reaches up and tucks his fingers under one of the loops of his mask.

“I figured this was right,” Etho says. “Given the circumstances.”

Ren’s eyes are wide. 

“What circumstances are those?” He says like the breath is caught in his chest.

Etho unhooks the mask from one ear, then the other. It’s. His hands are shaking. He swallows hard. He hears Ren take in a breath that sounds too sharp to be good.

“I uh, I think,” Etho manages. He sets the mask on the table. He lets go of Ren’s hand. “I just figured out what loving a new person feels like.”

Ren holds his hand in the space between them. When Etho meets his eye, Ren’s gaze flicks over his face. He’s smiling. He’s smiling.

“How long you been figuring it out?” he asks.

Etho smiles, too. “A while, I think.”

Ren’s tail is wagging. Etho is smiling. Ren’s hand is coming up, not to trace his scar or his mouth of too sharp teeth or the split of his lip. He holds the right side of his face in his hand and he’s smiling. He traces the rise of his cheek and Etho leans into it. He feels something bubble up in his chest that might burst and take him with it.

“Yeah,” Ren says. "Me too.”

And he pulls Etho to him. (And Etho goes, kisses him. All his confessions have been with a kiss. All of them are just as sweet. And when Etho sleeps tonight, he is bracketed by two people who love him.)

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari. i just read “a glimpse of us” and— ari.

HOW DO YOU DO IT SO EFFORTLESSLY? SO FLAWLESSLY? HOWWWWW THE EMOTIONS I FEEL AFTER READING THIS. I CANT. YOURE—you’re so good 😫 toooooo good.

your readers are always so relatable, esp to me and i love that 🥹 the way you write emotion is so raw and so achingly beautiful. i swear i’ve said this before, but i would greedily inhale anything and everything you make just because it’s you. like the way you write is pure magic to me, truly and wholly. it speaks to me. your words are so captivating and i simply love the pure thought of you. <3 thanks for all that you do, thanks for pouring your love into everything. i feel it 🤍 and it’s returned!!!! i see u. n i love u! so much!!!

OKAY. THE PART W IZUKU AND READER??? IT WAS SO SAD OMGGGG IZUKU IS SO DEVASTATING AT TIMES 😭 like he says he always sees kachan in u…. 💔💔 WHY DID HE SHATTER OUR HEART. LIKE THAT. and that’s so izuku— like he says things that hurt but he doesn’t do it on purpose, he’s an honest being to his core he can’t help it!!! and like you capture that so well!!!! AND HE CRIED AS SOON AS HE SAW READER. he cried from being called midoriya instead. i—he’s so cute i love heem. he is dangerous yes yes. ur so so right 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 u write him so GOOD i’m side eyeing 👀 horikoshi RN

AND ARI???? THE WAY YOU MADE ME A FULL ON KATSUKI LOVER??? I ALR LIKE HIM BUT THIS FIC MADE ME LOVE HIM SO MUCH MORE LIKE???? IM AN IZU GIRL BUT NOW IM A KATSUKI GIRL TOO. the constant “sweetheart” oh. OH. and the teasing and just him as a whole in this story😍 hi katsukiiii *twirls hair* LOL he would be so annoyed. i wanna ruffle his feathers i wanna bite his cheeks with affection i wanna kiss all over his face i wanna bother him so much i shall never leave him alone NEVER. he will never know of peace again. when he was sucking izu off but making out w reader at the same time… i kid you not… i almost blacked out from the image i conjured in my head. i almost ascended. vecna almost got to me dawg 😭😭😭

OMG thank u for writing a poly relationship where the two male characters actually KISS AND SHOW AFFECTION to each other, not just the reader 🥹 there’s literally not. enough. of. that. thank u ari i’m giving u a big smooch!!!! im so sorry for screeching in your inbox like this, but i had to tell you. I HAD TOO 😭😫 U ARE MY FAVORITE. one thing abt me? i’m gonna tell ari every time their shit SLAPS . ARI ATE DOWNNNNNNNN. if you ever published a book one day, it’d probably be the most beautiful book i’d ever read. and i’d probably get so many quotes from it tatted on me. i would buy three thousand copies!!! have a good day beloved <3

anon........

anon im kissing your ring like the godfather. i am kneeling at your feet in gratitude. this was such a NICE and unexpected ask i will actualy pass away and DIE i don't even know what to say. getting these like... full page reviews of my fics. i dont even know what to say sometimes HEJHDKKJS IT'S SO OVERWHELMING IN THE BEST WAY!!!!!! THIS MADE MY ENTIRE AFTERNOON I AM GOING TO THINK ABOUT IT ALL FREAKING DAY!!!! I DO NOT DESERVE U AT ALL!!!!!!! i love you so dearly i genuinely could not express myself to u more rn

IM REALLY GLAD MY READERS ARE RELATABLE. i think in a way we are all very similar so i try to write characters in long fics that have relatable motivations and drives even if they;re not personally u know. and i try to give the flaws and stuff too and grievances. THE PART W IZUKU AND WRITING IT WAS ALSO VERY SAD FOR ME.... IDK SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IS JUST VERY SOPPING WET AND SOB WORTHY.

ALSOOOOOO. welcome to team katsuki hello wtf!!!!! that's HUGE news baby. HUGE. SWEETHEART IS THE MOST BKG NICKNAME EVER. and trust me when i say writing the scene where reader and bkg made out over dekus dick also killed me dead i had to take breakes. the image was overwhelming.

AND IM GLAD!! i dont really like. like poly fics where they all arent super in love with each other and i am such a bkdk fan it was impossible to write any other way.

PLEASE NEVER BE SORRY FOR YOUR THOUGHTFULNESS . I AM SO ETERNALLY GRATEFUL I COULD EAT U UP. I LOVE U!!!!!!!