#I won't tag the second one

[arandin-art]

I really wanted to push myself and participated to the @zukkathirst Weekend, but it was a constant struggle. Honestly I'm certain Chip was just way too nice to reject my participation....Otherwise, it would never have been accepted...

So, there you go with the prompts: piercings and frotting. (We'll all agree this one is a complete fail...)

[zecoritheweirdone]

wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

substitute

[i3utterflyeffect]

did you know: chosen was created before minecraft existed?

reblogs > likes

[catlover4536]

@carnivalcarrion Remember when I said I had something for you?

Yeah, me too.

[golyadkin]

"He gets this way around death, it's like he's in a Creed video."

Another redraw because he makes me insane

[royalarchivist]

I say this in the kindest way possible, but I think this style of prose is more appropriate for a personal account rather than an update account. I have no idea who's being talked about half the time. 🥲

[ Tumblr meme via @mikaikaika ]

[deiaiko]

#23 - Kiss

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[summer-fire]

Aberration

[itsnobodysproblem]

Most Sherlock Holmes adaptations I've seen tend to place their Final Problem towards the mid point of the series (or even a bit earlier) - it's also in my opinion the best way of going about it, so you have time enough for the characters to adjust after the reunion but they know each other well enough for the events of Fina to be devastating.

Sherlock & Co is done with 20 of the adventures. How many are there? Fifty-something? Almost sixty? Let's say we'll be entering mid-point territory after the 25th story.

So let's pretend for a moment that we have 5 more stories until The Final Problem. Ok.

Estimating an adventure at 3 episodes each, that would mean little over 3 months - maybe 3 and a half? Starting, of course, from the end of Sign of Four, which will be somewhere in December.

So let's say 3, maybe 4 months into 2025. That would be, what? Late march, early april?

Early april?

John having to tell the listeners that Sherlock is dead, in early april?

Quick calendar search reveals what I was praying it would - the 1st of april will be on a Tuesday next year.

So what I'm saying

What I'm saying is Sherlock &Co has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing

[camellcat]

some doctor who cyanotypes I made for my photography class that I just realized I never shared

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAu - On the other side

:3 :3 :3

Guess who is back already?!

Not with the normal cast though :3

No I had an idea for the another person in this AU.

Anyone wondering how Dream is going? :D

So this one is a bit different then all the other installments and don't expect these often as the main focus is on the gang and their now babybones boss. But this one I thought would be fun.

Welcome. To Dream dealing with this (the sometiny changes to the multiverse. A God can't lose his status without it affecting those around him after all :3)

First: here Prev: here Next: here

We good? We good. We are unedited and unbeta'ed as always.

oh shit @spotaus I actually forgot you that time. sorry fam (they gave me the original prompt which is why they keep getting added every update. They are stuck with me now)

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The sun feels so warm on his bones. Dream lays by the roots of his mother. Enjoying the warm light of the never ending late spring sun which warms his bones. His mother's voice, always loving and so proud of him.

The only thing that would make this moment better would be his brother near him. But he went to wash up a while ago.

Which is okay It isn't. where is nightmare? He will just wait right here for when he comes back.

Nightmare always joins him again. except that one time. The time when it mattered.

Dream loves his brother so much, and Nightmare loves him! Not anymore, not after everything

Dream sighs in the warm light and looks to the side. The village lays in the distance. Beautiful and lively and so so welcome of him!

Rememver your duty my son. You are meant for great things. Never forget that.

Dream hums happily as he looks back up at the branches "I know mom! I will be like you and be a great warrior and bringer of hope!" he smiles up.

A laugh in the air that sounds like a bell A bringer of balance my dear son. Remeber. Too much of one will always spell the end for one.

Dream hums as he enjoys the soft sunlight and happiness he feels in his soul.

He just wishes his brother was here. he wants his brother back, that is all he wants.

oh. I think Nightmare is back from washing himself

Dream blinks his sockets open and looks over. Near the forest edge stands Nightmare. In his purple clothes and with a small silver crown on his skull. Dream smiles and waves from his spot "Nighty! Over here!"

But Nightmare doens't move. He just watches him.

Dream frowns as he sits up "Nighty?"

The sunlight is gone as an ominious rumble is heard overhead. The light feeling in him disappears as he looks back at Nightmare "Nighty! i know it is scary but you need to get over here!" Normal trees can't protect them from thunder and lightning! Their mother can.

Nightmare just continues to stare at him from a distance. Even now Dream thinks he looks tired.

Drema raises to his feet.

His mother's voice fills his skull Dream don't go. It isn't worth the risk.

Dream shakes his skull and leaves the save shadow and cover of his mother. Running towards his brother. He needs to get to him. He can't be too late again. Not when he has this chance to reach him in time.

Dream watches as Nightmare remains rooted in place. Lightning flashes overhead and loud thunder follows right away. Drema flinches but keeps running "Nighty!" his voice lost in the loud rumble and thunder.

Dream is right by him and reaches for him. But another flash of lightning and Dream is blinded. Once he opens his sockets he is no longer by the forest. No, he is in the village. People are screaming. He searches for Nightmare only to see his mother burning in the distance. Her branches ablaze in bright orange light.

Dream rushes towards her. Panic. Why can't he stop this? Why did it happen?

He reaches her but it is already too late. His mother is gone. HIs friends are gone. His brother...

His brother...

Staring at him with betrayal. Dream can feel the hurt and betrayal in the other and Dream realises his has his hand out.

He had hit him. He had attacked him.

Dream reaches for his brother but Nightmare flinches back, away from him.

Because he had hurt him.

Dream can't speak. He can't move.

Nightmare glares at him "Nothing to say for yourself?"

Dream tries but no words leave him. Please Nighty. He is sorry.

Nightmare just continues to glare at him "After everything?! You only came because of those stupid villagers?!"

Dream shakes and tries to shake his skull. tries to deny it. But he can't. His body isn't moving. Nightmare is right, dream had always only cared about the village and what they wanted.

Nightmare turns and walks away. Away from him. Away from their ruined home.

Dream wants to follow but can't move. He is locked in place. just like he had been when he had been turned to stone.

He tries to reach for Nightmare but he is already gone and everything goes dark. Just dark dark dark dark-

Dream gasps as he sits up and checks himself. He can move! He is fine! he... he...

He looks around and sees that he fell asleep on his couch again... in his own living room... again...

He sighs as he sits normally on the couch and puts his skull between his hands. That same dream again. it had been haunting him ever since he had first faced Nightmare. But the dream kept coming back more often lately, for almost two months now...

He is so tired. He can't deal with everyone needing his help today. He can't deal with everyone demanding his attention and support today...

Dream glances at his phone and grabs it. So many numbers in there and many many texts and missed calls already. He ignores them all and finds the right number. He calls it and waits.

"Hey Dream! How are you?"

Drema feels apart of him relax "Blue..."

"... What is wrong?"

Dream feels bad for asking this off him "... can... can i please come over?" he is suposed to be strong. a bringer of hope and light. Yet he keeps failing. He tries so hard but keeps messing up or not being enough.

"Of course. I will clear my own schedule. Can you get here okay?"

Dream smiles and nods "yeah... be there in a bit." Honestly thank everything for Blue.

--

Dream sits on the couch in a different living room. Still feelign exhausted but a bit better. He had told Blue all about the dream he had had... The way it had been bothering him more and more lately and just how exhausting he had been lately.

Blue sits by him as he eats his bowl of cereal, Dream's own bowl untouched. Blue hums as he takes a bite "Seems to me that you are getting burned out." and he eats another bite.

Dream frowns "no? That is for people who do stuff they don't like. I like helping people!" generally... sometimes...

He is the guardian of positivity! He is suposed to like helping others! That is hiw whole purpose!

He wishes he could ask his mother... He wishes he could ask Nightmare, Nightmare had always been better at listening and hearing what their mother said.

Blue hums as he eats more of his breakfast "Everyone can get burned out by everything. It is why Ink can get an artblock. It is why Sci can get overwhelmed and annoyed with his own work. Jsut because you like soemthing doesn't mean you can't get stressed or overwhelmed by it."

Dream blinks confused at Blue and Blue smiles "My bro has it more often than me. Said it like that too much of one thing is always bad, no matter what it is."

Dream... Dream suddenly has a strong sense of dejavu.

Blue nods "Even stuff you like! Say... I love taco's. It is my favourite! But... if i had to cook it everyday and only eat taco's? I would get sick of it. It doesn't mean i don't like them any less. Just, even too much of a good thing is bad. you know?"

Dream gives a slow nod as he stares at Blue "what... what should i do?"

Blue shrugs as he finishes his meal "Take a break? Don't do the guardian stuff for a bit?"

Dream frowns "I can't take a day off!"

Blue tilts hsi skull "Why not? Having a good work ethic is important, I myself have one too, but i know i need breaks. Obviously not as much as some people!" Blue looks over his shoulder with a glare.

Stretch chuckles in the distance "guilty as charged!"

Blue huffs but turns back "But breaks are important. It is why there are rules nad laws about days off and having breaks every so many hours. It sounds to me that you have not been using your vacation days and you should at this point." he puts his empty bowl away and quickly washes it before joining his said again.

Dream already feels anxious. PEople like and listen to him because he helps them. If he stops doing that they may dislike him or not listen and then what does he do?!

Blue sits next to him and keeps waiting for a reply.

Dream rubs his arm "what.. what about... work? What about spreading positivity?"

Blue thinks it over "I mean... It should be fine right? The gang and your brother have been very quiet for the last... what... month? two months?"

Dream nods as he looks at his hands. the anxiety returns "He must be planning somethign big..." something gigantic. And dream has no idea and doesn't even know where to start with getting information or anything-

Blue snaps his fingers and Drema blinks out of his own thoguhts before shooting Blue a confused look.Blue grins at him "I honestly didn't expect that to work. Stop worrying about stuff that hasn't happened yet. Think about the here and now. Your friends are doing okay. The omega timeline doesn't need your help with anything they cna't do themselves. The gang hasn't done anything yet and Errir and Ink still have their third cease fire."

Blue pokes Dream "What will help you right now."

Dream stares at Blue for a moment before looking away. He thinks before he speaks "I think... I think I would like to go... home..." Blue frowns so Dream tries to explain "YOu know... home home... I haven't been there in ages... my... my magic has been... shifting... it is strange... I don't bring as much positivity to others as i used to anymore. Me just being there doesn't make others happy anymore. I... I was hoping... maybe i can find answers there?"

Blue blinks before smiling "That sounds like a wonderful idea! If you give me ten minutes I can get ready to join you."

Dream blinsk confused "You will join me?"

Blue grins and nods "Of course! what are friends for?"

Dream feels lighter and smiles "Thank you blue."

--

not even fifteen minutes later and they had arrived in Dreamtale. Dream... Dream isn't sure what he had been expecting. but it was the same as he remembered. no colours. everythign is grey and frozen. lacking anytype of magic.

It hurt.

They had arrived at the village and blue looks around "oh.. i... i am sorry..." he holds his hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

They walk around the village together and that same bittersweet feeling returns to Dream. He remembers playing games here. the little marktes he would visit. How everyone would always be happy to see him.

It had been a beautiful place.

And now it is gone and-

Dream freezes. Blue doens't notice as he keeps walking but dream can't look away. because there in the distance... in another building... that... that looks like...

"Nighty?"

The mirage, or vision, or hallucination looks up in shock. before pure fear overtakes the expression.

He looks so young... had they been that young?

Dream feels himself take a step closer. his soul is pulsing madly and his sockets starts to itch with tears. is he going insane?

The tiny form disappears from view as it disappears behind a wall and out of the view of the window.

Dream doesn't think and starts sprinting.

"Dream?! What is wrong?!"

Dream doesn't stop to explain. He runs through the empty streets. please. please. just a moment longer. just bring that vision back. He just wants to see his brother one more time.

Please.

A crack much like a thunder fills the air and Dream rushes into the house he had originally seen the vision in.

Nothing.

Dream sobs as he falls to his knees.

He was too late again.

Blue joins his side a moment later but Dream can't even begin to explain.

Why did it feel like he lost his brother all over again?

Why did his soul hurt this badly?

Blue holds him and continues to hold him until Drema calms down again.

Dream sobs "Maybe... maybe this was a mistake..." he can't admit he jsut saw a vision of his own brother but as a child... He can't admit he is actually going insane.

Blue just continues his hug "Or maybe this is exactly what you needed. You have been holding in this grieve for a long time Dream. Maybe it needs to be released?"

Maybe he has a point. Dream leans heavily into the hug.

Blue holds them both up easily "Any place you want to visit?"

Dream holds it tightly before looking around "Maybe... maybe my friend is still here? It has only been about two years since a left." she had given him tea and let him sleep on her couch... Later she had broken him out of his stone prison and helped him as he grew up to be who he is today.

He wants to be sure she is okay.

Blue nods as he looks around the village "where to?"

Dream points in a direction "Her house should be over there..." They walk together in silence and Dream finally spots the old house. But it looks old and broken. As if no one had lived there for centuries.

Dream feels himself shake "That can't be right." he rushes inside and freezes as he finds a pile of dust.

oh... how?

Dream sits next to the pile and sobs. Blue joins his side and hugs him.

Time passes and Dream ends up carefully collecting the dust and putting it in a jar. He will have to figure out what her favourite things were and-

"euh... Dream? What is this?"

Dream blinks and looks over to see Blue holding an old beautiful book. Dream frowns as he walks over and reads the title.

'Dreamtale'

Dream feels himself freeze "I... I don't know... where did you find it?"

Blue points towards the room. Dream frowns "I... i was told to never enter that as that had been her personal room. I didn't want to breka the trust..."

Blue hums before just opening the book. Dream hisses "Blue!"

Blue doesn't even look apologetic "Dream. If i have learned one thing about the multiverse, is having an universe named after one person spells trouble for everyone else in that universe. Why would she hide this from you?"

Dream can't help but agree and the two sit together at the table and start reading the story.

--

Dream wants to throw up. He is going to throw up. He just sits with his skull in his hands.

How... how often had nightmare asked him not to leave... to leave him alone? How often had Nightmare told him that the villagers didn't like him.

Dream... Dream never listened.

Dream sobs as he lays fully on the table.

The person he thought had been his friend... the person who gave him tea and a place to sit and rest. drugged him... all to make sure he couldn't interfere when they went to... when they had planned to murder... to murder...

dying...

all those years again.. Nightmare had accused him of not even caring that he had been dying. dream had thought it had been the corruption somehow talking to him, mocking him. Trying to make him feel horrible...

It had been Nightmare himself... accusing him of leaving him to be hurt and die alone.

And he had been right.

Dream sobs as tears leave his sockets. His sight finds the jar with dust of that... that... woman! That! Rage burns through him but two arms keep him in place.

"It is okay Dream. Let it all out."

Dream shakes his skull as he pushes closer to Blue "It isn't okay!! I am a fucking idiot! I was too fucking blind and now! Now I-" more sobs.

Blue jsut holds him tighter "You were a kid dream"

Dream sobs as he tightens his hold on blue "So was nighty..."

His dreams... his dreams and even that hallucination must have been trying to tell him all along there was more than he saw. That something had been going on. But dream was too busy. Always too busy. Before he had been too busy wiht the village and villagers... and now he was too busy with the multiverse.

eventually the tears dry as Blue just keeps holding him.

Dream sniffs "How do i fix this?"

Blue pauses his movement and clearly thinks for a while. Dream feels worse the longer Blue doesn't answer.

Blue sighs as he leans his own skull against Dream "I don't know. I would say you could try to talk with Nightmare but... well..."

Dream tightens his hold on Blue. every time him and Nightmare met they never spoke. Dream had for a while tried to tell Ngihtmare he could do better nad make up for the wrongs he did...

No wonder Nightmare doesn't want to speak to him anymore. Dream pretty much said that Nightmare should feel bad for fighting for his own survival... that he should feel bad for killing those who tried to kill him.

Dream feels sick all over again as he pushes closer to Blue. Being near blue helps.

Blue keeps a tighter hold on him "For now... you can take the book with you at least... keep your story with you you know? And maybe try and approach the subject if you see him again?"

Dream nods before anxiety reaches him "How will i tell everyone this?"

Blue pulls back and stares him in the socket "Stop. YOu dont have to tell them."

Dream looks away "They deserve an explanation and-"

Blue shakes his skull and looks at Dream "They don't. Just because they think they do deosn't mean they actually do. You don't have to hurt yourself to please them. You don't have to share this just opened hurt with those who won't support you dream."

Dream still feels sick "won't that be selfish?"

Blue shakes his skull "people demanding you share your trauma with them are entitled. You don't have to tell anything if you aren't comfortable."

Dream sniffs before nodding.

Blue nods and slowly helps him too his feet "Now. We came here with a mission and that was to find out what was up with your magic... the book didn't hold the answer so i am going to assume it may have to do with adult you. is there any other place you could learn more of yourself?"

Dream frowns. his head still a bit foggy "maybe... mom would know... but she never told us much... and she is gone... and i haven't been there since... well. i turned to stone." even after he got broken out he hadn't been brave enough to return.

Blue nods "How about.... we walk around first... see if we find anymore... clues" he eyes the book before looking back at him "And once you are ready go see your mom?"

Dream thinks for a moment before nodding.

Dream and Blue end up going to the hill after a quick walk around the village. All the good memories that Dream had had had already turned bittersweet after them dying. Now? They just burned him. Made Dream angry in a way he couldn't put into words. He had helped those unthankful assholes! He helped them day after day after day! Adn they hurt... they hurt... They killer his mother! They tried to kill Nightmare!

They walk up the hill silently and dream is dragging is feet.

Dream didn't think he could feel worse but he was wrong.

Because right by the dead stump of his mother.

Are two old graves.

One saying Nim. One saying Dream.

The worst part is that they looked well maintained and there are fresh flowers on them.

After that Blue calls it a day and helps him home. Saying that they will ask other people in the multiuniverse about gods changing powers later. and with a crack like thunder they teleport away and out of that universe again.

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... *coughs* did someone say brother complex? Also this ended up a lot longer than planned? Woops? Look it was just suposed to be about Dream seeing tiny NIghtmare in their old AU but then a lot happened and I figured Dream also had a lot of trauma and well... tada?

Look. I never said Dream was dealing well with the changes... If i am being honest Nightmare took his own slight body horror better than Dream took the slight changes around him and the vision of his younger brother :3

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anyway. Love you all. You are fun and nice to hang out with! See you next drabble. also i can't believe this account that i just had to give little extra information abut my main AU just... has a second AU living here now.... guess that happened...

[pocketramblr]

It's all my fault

[leezuhh]

sunshine court no context

[aceghosts]

Get Lost In the Moment

Rating: E (Minors, DO NOT INTERACT!)

Kinktober Prompt: Thigh Riding/Risky Places

Pairing: Rooney Shepard x Yorinobu Arasaka

Summary: Rooney and Yorinobu enjoy a quiet moment to themselves at a party. Yorinobu decides to cause a little trouble. Set before the events of CP2077. 

Title comes from the Blanks’ Lost In the Moment. 

Word Count: 1,223 words. 

Warnings: Less explicit smut than my last entry, but still minors don’t interact. Otherwise, I don’t think there are any other warnings.  

Stepping into the empty room, Rooney sighs in relief. The Kimura’s private library is the perfect place to hide away from all the chatter and noise of the party.  The dim, amber lighting and the quiet books were the perfect companions. Rooney was not a fan of large parties; they preferred more intimate gatherings. Yet, they did not mind attending this gathering, especially when it meant spending time with Yorinobu. But tonight…tonight was a lot, and Rooney desperately needs a break. They make their way over to the edge of the room, to the window, spanning the entire wall. Placing their wine glass on the end table, Rooney leans against the window, crossing their arms over their chest as they gaze over the gorgeous garden. Their mind dwells over the night so far. A few guests had loose lips, providing Rooney with some intel, but it wasn’t good news. Yorinobu would need to rethink a few of his plans. Maybe, he could-.

“As I expected,” a familiar voice teases, “I only needed to find a quiet corner where you could brood.”

“I’m not brooding,” They snap a tad too harshly as Yorinobu approaches, wincing a second later, “Sorry, a little overwhelmed.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asks, placing his glass down beside theirs before coming to lean on the window, standing across from them.

“No, I feel better in a few minutes, and then I’ll get back to-.”

“Take as long as you need. I did not invite you only to gather intelligence.” A warm feeling blooms in their chest, a slight flush on their cheeks. Rooney knows he didn’t invite them solely for his plans; Yorinobu enjoyed their company, and Rooney enjoyed his. “I will leave-.”

“Stay,” They suggest, looking back out the window.

Out of the corner of their eye, Yorinobu nods, seemingly pleased. A comfortable silence falls between the two, Rooney mulling over the changing nature of their relationship with Yorinobu. What had started as a simple alliance between two lonely souls had become more, so much more. The corner of Rooney’s mouth twitches upward at the thought of their past self hearing this. Their past self would have insisted that there was no way that would happen, that they would have fallen for someone like Yorinobu. “What are you thinking?”

“About us,” Rooney admits, preferring honesty with Yorinobu.

“Care to elaborate?” Yorinobu asks, voice tinged with curiosity. He inches closer to them, invading their space. Rooney hated it when most people invaded their space, but they never minded Yorinobu.

 “I was thinking about how much things have changed, how my past self would feel about this. There would have been a lot of denial.”

“My past self would feel the same. We did not have the best start.” Rooney snorts, uncrossing their arms. That was an understatement. “Do you have any reservations?”

“About?”

“Us.” He seems so self-assured, but Rooney catches a glimpse of worry in his brown eyes.

“No.” Rooney never did anything in half-measure; it was all or nothing. “I’m where I want to be, with a man I want to be with. I’m here for as long as I can be.” When it came time for Rooney to return to the military, the pair could cross that bridge together.

“Good,” Yorinobu cups their face with his hands, “I want you too.” He kisses them, a gentle, reassuring one. They grip the lapels of his expensive maroon suit jacket, Yorinobu pressing himself closer. His presence is soothing, a calming warmth washing over them. His familiar cologne invades their senses, woody with hints of cedar and nutmeg.    

Yorinobu’s knee nudges their legs, begging to be between Rooney’s legs. He nudges again, Rooney opening their legs. Yorinobu slots his leg between their legs, flush against Rooney. A soft hum escapes them at the sensation of his leg, especially against their heat. Unfortunately, it’s too late for Rooney to understand what he is up to until he rubs his thigh against them. Rooney gasps in surprise, releasing his jacket. Placing their palms against Yorinobu’s chest, they hiss his name, “Yorinobu!”

“Yes?” His tone sounds so innocent, brown eyes so sweet, until he rubs his thigh against them again. They attempt to stifle a whimper that squeaks out.

“We are in-,” Rooney glances around the quiet library, “someone else’s home. Anyone could walk in at any moment.” Was the library empty? Yes. Would that stop anyone from walking in at any moment? No.

“If someone comes in, they will leave when they see us. They will also be looking for somewhere private,” Yorinobu grins wickedly, “Now, you have an incentive to be quiet.” Rooney rolls their eyes, unamused, as he still grins. Yet, a small part of Rooney wants to ride Yorinobu’s thigh until they come. An even smaller part of Rooney wanted to do more to him in this room, despite the risk.

He lets go of their face as Rooney wraps their arms around his neck. They drag themself against his thigh, sparks of pleasure shooting up their spine. Biting down on their lip, Rooney meets his eyes as they attempt to stay quiet. His hands come to their hips, helping Rooney further up on his thigh. As they slowly start to ride his thigh, Yorinobu’s fingers dig into their soft flesh, like he is holding on for dear life.

The friction between their black dress pants and Yorinobu’s thigh is too good. They ride him, heat building within them. Rooney knows they're going to burst at some point. A moan threatens to spill out of them, Yorinobu capturing their lips in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss. “Shepard,” He moans softly into the kiss, his eyes flicking to their reflection in the glass before back to Rooney, “Look at you.”

In the window’s reflection, Rooney catches sight of themself, face bright red and blue eyes glassy with lust, lips slightly swollen from Yorinobu’s kisses. Rooney doesn’t care, only rubbing themself slowly against his thigh, burying their face in his chest. Yorinobu attempts to bite down on his own moan, the rumble in his chest driving Rooney wild.

The two lose themselves in the private moment, unaware of the world around them. Rooney starts to feel like they might burst with pleasure as Yorinobu hits the right spot, a needy whimper escaping from them. He smirks as Rooney trembles, nearing their edge. Yorinobu continues to tease, bringing Rooney right to the edge and over it. As they come against his thigh, Yorinobu captures their mewl with a kiss. Rooney shakes with pleasure, feeling like they’re floating.

Pulling away a few seconds later, Rooney swallows thickly, “That-That was…”

“Amazing,” He kisses them gently again, teasing, “the word you are looking for is amazing.”

“Very funny,” Rooney replies, deadpan. In the throes of their pleasure, they completely forgot about Yorinobu. “Yorinobu, is there anything-?”

“No,” He shakes his head, before his eyes wander up and down their body, “I can take care of myself later.”

“If you need anything,” they tease him, biting their lip, “know I’m available to help.”

Yorinobu inhales sharply, a war seemingly waging within him. “Come on,” Yorinobu lets go of them, before taking their hand, “We are leaving; I need your assistance with a private matter.” Rooney laughs, excited for the moment to come.    

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[c-rowlesdraws]

this is EXACTLY the kind of thing people mean when they say to not swing a bat at a hornet’s nest, but it’s been quietly driving me insane since 2017 (an insanity that got an extra juice with the release of the second OST album in 2020) and I can’t hold back any longer: 

Akihito Tsukushi is a weird creep who doesn’t deserve a lot of things, but he especially doesn’t deserve Kevin Penkin putting his WHOLE entire Kevin Penkussy into the soundtrack for Made In Abyss, an anime which I don’t necessarily regret watching, but which I probably won’t be revisiting and could not honestly recommend to another human being.

if you haven’t watched this show, you don’t have to watch this show. Just listen to the soundtrack albums and be transported to a magical realm of emotion and melody and a Japanese man hitting high notes that change your brain chemistry. Imagine your own blorbos to this music. Imagine beautiful fantasy landscapes. Imagine anything but most of the actual events of Made In Abyss.

(and if you haven’t read the manga, there is no manga, don’t worry about it.)