#It's because

[floralembarrassment]

Interruptions (1/1) (jegulus raisign Harry)

Regulus couldn't care less what was going on, all he wanted was James. He wanted James and he wanted him now. He didn't care if there were other people around, or if they were busy, or trying to work.

But lately Regulus' attempts to get James attention, full undivided handsy attention, were being bested.

By a 3 year old.

By their son.

By their 3 year old son Harry, whom recently leaned how to open bedroom doors and interrupt his parents "funny business".

Regulus loved his son more than anything in the world. More than James honestly but he was still that 16 year old sometimes who just wanted to sneak into a broom cupboard and make out with his secret love.

But instead, tonight as they were making out in the hall closet, trying to secure one moment of peace, they heard the tiny feet shuffle across the floor, pull a door open, and then the banging on the closet.

"Papa, Papa, Dada, Dada," Harry would say in his tiny little voice.

James would pull away quickly and Regulus would groan. James always happy to go wherever he is needed, opens the door for their son and quickly scoops him up.

"What's up kiddo?" James says as Harry nuzzles into his shoulder.

Regulus sighs, a smile creeping across his face because he can't get enough of his family, of his life. He took a step forward, wrapping his hands around James' waist and squeezing Harry in between them.

"Can't sleep... my blanket is itchy," Harry mumbled, eyes already dropping heavily now cuddled by his fathers.

"Come on, love," James said. "Let's go back to bed," he added.

To Harry's defence, the blanket he was referring to was wool, but Regulus is not convinced it's sheep, as Barty and Evan laughed far too hard about it's material when they gave it to Harry when he was born. The problem is, the boy is still just a little one and demands the blanket even though every night he doesn't like it.

Regulus and James walked back to Harry's room, and gently placed the toddler on his bed, while Regulus switched out the blankets per their nightly routine with one hand knit from his gran. Regulus was pretty sure she knit with silk sometimes because all of her items were so incredibly soft.

They watched as Harry settled so quickly, gripping the blanket with a tiny fist, and then both kissed his cheek to tuck him in. Harry was sleeping soundly before they even made it out of the room.

"Want to?" James asked pumping his eyes brows at Regulus, and pulling Regulus into him by his shirt and jeans and anywhere he could grab really.

Regulus leaned in, kissing James sweetly but firm, and when he pulled away only mere inches, he nodded his head. A glint in his eyes that matched the mischievous sparkle in James'.

[minty-bubblegum]

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[softquietsteadylove]

Hello, I've been re-reading your Thenamesh Pokemon AU and this scenario suddenly came to my mind: five times Thena and Gil almost had spicy moments and one time they actually did.

Those almost times could be because of interruptions from Teddiursa (their cute little cub demanding their attention) or Gallade (he just did it for the lols 🤣)

Tysm!

The first time was an accident--a dream that got..heated.

Thena woke on the couch to find the room dark and the tv on. She and Gil had dozed off watching something dumb, as usual. He was sleeping, sprawled out on the L of her sectional couch (which Gallade had surrendered to them quite reluctantly).

There was a distinct ache beneath her belly--a coiling heat, a certain dampness between her legs. She bit her lip.

She couldn't remember everything, but it was definitely good. It was lips on lips, then lips other places. And hands on thighs and strong, strong arms...of course it was Gil. It wouldn't be anyone else.

Thena rubbed her thighs together, testing just how close she was. The answer was: very. She whined faintly, trying to gain friction as she rolled over onto her back. She just...she just needed to...she was almost there...

"You okay?"

Thena's heart nearly leapt out of her chest. Her skin flushed as hot as a Torkoal shell as she stared up at the ceiling. "Hm?"

Gil sat up on his couch cushion, blinking at her blearily. "You sounded like you were having a bad dream. Are you okay?"

Oh Gil. Sweet, sweet Gil; Thena sighed, "yeah, I...I'm okay."

Gil shimmied on the couch, not bothering to get up as he moved closer to her until her head was nestled against his chest. He sorted her hair out for her, "there."

"Hm," she squeaked out, still mortified at almost being caught. Worst of all, Gil was back to snoozing, closer than he was before, and she still hadn't managed to come.

The second time, they were at home after a date.

They were just watching tv at first, trading small talk, some flirts, the occasional kiss. And the kissing evolved into making out quite naturally.

"Gil," Thena breathed in the brief window during which their lips parted. Her hands were looped lazily around the back of his neck with her in his lap.

"Thena," he moaned in return, his hands sneaking up the back of her shirt and walking their way up to the clasp of her bra. They were almost there when they both froze, heads turning out of pure instinct.

"Ted," a round head peeked around the stairs to the attic loft, with big, watery eyes and a little pout.

They had moved Teddiursa into the attic with Gallade since he was old enough not to have to sleep in Thena's room anymore. But the little bear hadn't acclimated to being directly under the roof overnight.

Thena gave Gil a remorseful smile before dismounting him and holding her arms out for their little cub. "It's okay, baby, come here."

Teddiursa walked over to them, its paws clasped in front of its belly in a display of shyness, or maybe embarrassment. It wasn't enough to keep it from reaching up for Thena to pick it up, though.

"Is the wind too loud?" she whispered, smoothing over his fur. He nodded, and she kissed his crescent moon. "Do you want to stay down here for a little bit?"

Gil chuckled as the little cub happily snuggled into Thena's embrace at the extended invitation. He didn't mind if it was for their little bear.

The third time it was Gallade, and Gil minded it a little more, that time.

They were just getting in from a night of walking along the beach, looking at the stars, talking about old constellation myths. They had even used an air taxi instead of flying with Dragonite so they didn't have any pokemon witnessing their canoodling.

They stumbled into the house, lips sealed together, tongues tangling. Gil's hands were on Thena's waist, rustling the material of her fancy dress. Her hands were under his jacket and running over his chest as if she were patting him down for a search of contraband.

Gil was past trying to create a super romantic atmosphere. He had tried it before, and evidently their lives just didn't have the time for it. He had to prioritise what was important, and - as was always the case with him - that was Thena. And he wanted more of her.

"Gil," she moaned as he hoisted her up on the kitchen counter, still kissing her. The new angle was fun and interesting, though--kind of sexy.

His hands gripped her hips, anchoring her there as he started to kiss her neck. He wasn't entirely sure where he was going with things, but they were going to end with Thena's pleasure, or it would kill him.

"Gallade!"

Or her pokemon would, apparently.

The fighting type stomped down the stairs from the attic, where he was having to spend more and more time since Gil and Thena had started actually dating. He pointed a finger(?) at Gil with a glare, "Gal!"

"Okay, okay," Gil held up his hands, showing that whatever he had been doing to Gallade's trainer - his own girlfriend! - was no longer happening.

Thena turned to look at her partner pokemon as it was complaining that they prepared food on that counter. She glared, "you have three seconds to get back upstairs before I box you--one!"

Gallade practically extremespeeded up the stairs and away from his trainer's threat to toss him into a PC for the night.

The fourth time really was an accident.

They really thought they were alone, though! They had been stargazing at the very top of the mountain, above even the highest of caverns. It was basically only accessible with ice types, or the sturdiest of flying pokemon.

Or, if you were a pokemon ranger who could convince any passing Abomasnow to give you a ride.

They were snuggled up all cozy. Hot cocoa and poffins and everything, just them and the open sky. Gil had pulled a blanket over them as they laid back to trade theories about Lunala and Solgaleo. But he would argue that it was Thena who got a little closer than cuddly. They were under the thick knit blanket, sharing a sleeping bag--it happened pretty naturally.

Gil groaned as Thena's thigh moved between his, travelling carefully until she brushed against something very sensitive and he let out a positively desperate sounding moan.

Thena kissed his cheek in appreciation of the sound, then his jaw, then under it and down his neck. Her hand was sneaking into his sweatpants when the ground shook.

He held her as the earth trembled until a herd of Gible emerged. They had clearly gotten lost in their burrowing, immediately all panicking as the ice and snow hit their sensitive skin.

Gil didn't even have time to feel embarrassed at being caught in the act. He immediately shifted into Ranger mode, telling the little dragon types that they were too high up, that the snow was bad for their nervous systems, that digging was done best downward, etc.

The fifth time was a final straw for both of them.

Gil had spent the night, although there was a Teddiursa in between them, too scared to sleep in his own bed with a thunderstorm rattling the rafters directly above his head. Which Gil didn't mind, because who could be mad at that cute little face?

But come the morning, he did sneak the little cub back upstairs and into his own bed. He had a little time before his shift--just a little.

Thena inhaled, moving over to him again as soon as he pulled the covers up. "You put him down again?"

"Yep, he's out like a light," Gil chuckled, wrapping his arms around her and not hesitating to pulling her into a kiss.

"Hm," Thena purred against him, "you have work."

"Not yet," he rumbled, his voice deeper and rougher after a night's sleep. He rolled them over, kissing Thena's neck and using his easy access to her breasts to his full advantage.

"Gil," Thena gasped as he teased her over the silk of her nightgown. He had asked if she had always worn such sexy things to bed, to which she said yes. He was pretty sure she was lying, but he couldn't really prove it.

He was just about to kiss down further when his watch beeped at him. "Fuck!"

Thena laughed as he pressed his frustration into her belly with a groan. She attempted to reach it for him on the opposite night stand. He wrapped around her tighter, but she laughed. "Gil, it's probably Dragonite."

"He's a big boy, he can fly to work by himself."

Thena ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. "That's not very rangerly of you, Gilgamesh."

The full name; he sighed, "fine. But when I get back-"

Thena's eyes fluttered as he shot up and kissed her so hard her knees went soft (and they were sitting down).

"You're mine."

He meant it too. As soon as he was off shift, he had one thought only: Thena. He flew straight to her house after work, even seeing her and all her pokemon outside to enjoy the spring air. He practically leapt off Dragonite's back and marched right over to them.

Teddiursa watched him walk past the pokemon, himself included. He looked up at Dragnoite, "Ursa?"

"All of you!" Gil barked as he didn't even break his stride to swoop in and toss Thena over his shoulder, "go for a walk!"

"Gil!" Thena laughed, although she yelped as she got a smack on the backside in reply.

Teddiursa was confused greatly by his parents/trainers' strange behaviour. He blinked as he was picked up by Gallade as they all started to, as instructed, go for a walk. "Ted?"

"Gallade," it sighed, urging him not to ask any questions.

Gil kicked the door shut behind him, marching directly into Thena's room, shedding what clothes he could on the way. He tossed them both onto her bed finally, helping her out of her clothes with the same vigour.

"You're awfully eager," Thena teased him, although she did help him wiggle her out of her jeans and pull her sweater over her head.

"I am not getting interrupted again," he growled, already riled up and frustrated at just the thought. "I have been looking forward to this all day."

Thena laughed again, although the breath died in her throat as he did away with her bra in one smooth move, tossing it away with no further need. "Gil!"

"What did I say this morning?" he pulled back just enough to look at her with darkened eyes, his hands already having taken the place of her discarded bra.

"That," she gulped, her thighs pressing together as he laid her back against her pillows and leaned over her to kiss her. She gasped as he pressed his knee between her legs, "I'm yours?"

Gil left a wide, open mouthed kiss on her pulse, making her arch her back against him. He pressed his hips into hers, pinning her to the bed. "Say it again."

"I'm yours," Thena moaned as Gil rolled his hips, letting her feel how hard he was. She had seen Gil in this very assertive mood before, but she had never been on the receiving end of it. And it was working for her.

"Again," he whispered between her breasts before running the flat of his tongue over her nipples and down. He ran his tongue over her navel and down until he could pull her panties down with his teeth.

"Yours," Thena just barely managed to get out as Gil settled himself between her legs. She was ready--she was so ready.

"Good girl."

Thena slapped her hand over her mouth--a force of habit as Gil teased her folds with his tongue. She writhed and wriggled against him, but he parted with her all too soon.

Gil crawled back up to her, his shoulder muscles moving in a way that made Thena feel particularly unhinged. He planted himself face to face with her, "you want this?"

Thena nodded, her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes bounced down.

"You want," Gil took himself in hand, still staring into her eyes, "this?"

Thena whined a little, and didn't feel embarrassed for it (at this very second. "Yes--baby, please."

Gil kissed her as he pushed in, both of them groaning in unison. They had been wanting this. They had been wanting this since before all the times they got interrupted, before the trip to Paldea, maybe even before that first accidental kiss.

"Gil," Thena moaned as he moved feverishly right from the start. Her hips moved with him, just as eager, and just as driven by desire. "Arceus, yes, there--right there!"

Gil held Thena close, both of them moving clumsily and feverishly in their close quarters. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he thrust into her, but he liked it.

Thena moaned higher and louder as their skin slapped together, growing closer and closer. Gil latched onto her neck, definitely leaving a mark she would have to cover up or risk having to make an excuse for to their pokemon. But she liked it. She ran a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, "fuck me."

Gil pulled her closer by the thighs, pushing himself deeper. His hand slid up the front of her, scraping his calloused hand over her little pearl of nerves before settling it bellow her belly as he came.

Thena let a scream tear free from her as she followed him, throwing her head back and shaking as both their bodies writhed and grinded together, drawing out every possible drop of pleasure from one another.

Gil rolled to his side, careful not to crush Thena under the weight of him. He panted for breath, a sheen of sweat over his skin as he stared up at her ceiling. He took a few more breaths before looking over at her. She was so beautiful. "Hey."

"Hey," she opened her eyes just to smile at him, bright and dazzling and awfully cute. She was also breathless and practically giggling with elation. "That certainly made you throwing me over your shoulder worth it."

"Oh," he chuckled, blushing now that he remembered just what had happened maybe fifteen minutes ago(?). "Uh, sorry."

Thena shook her head though, leaning forward to kiss him. "I have absolutely no complaints with the results."

Gil moaned against her lips, pulling her closer again. "Think they're still out for that walk?"

"Probably," Thena mumbled between increasingly deeper kisses.

Gil grinned, rolling them over onto his back this time. He gripped her hips liberally, this time, looking up at her in all her glory, "we have time."

[thewolfisawake]

The Abyssborn Part 4: Traits

Physical - There is no one trait to tell that one is an Abyssborn. However, Abyssborn do tend to naturally stand out physically due to adapting to an 'uncommon' physical trait to that world. Harbingers tend to adapt the a trait from their non-Abyss or adopted species to appear 'striking' in some manner. They also tend to be wonky in terms of height. They have a listed height but it will not always appear as such since it usually changes with their headspace. So it can make one seem physically imposing despite being smaller or even if they are the tallest, they can seem no different than everyone else in the room if they shrink in on themselves.

It also doesn't necessarily have to be every one but it has been a trend that their eyes seem to shift with their emotions too and give the hint of something about them. For example, Tannim's eyes seem to be like flames barely contained when he is angry and they dim and almost revert to a green color (his human eye color) when he is sad. Balmoral's tend to show a vastness of the heavens and sparkle and shine under his enthusiasm but it also turns dark and sucks others in like a black hole when he is pissed.

Aura/'Scent' - A certain game gave the perfect name for the aura of natural born Abyssborn: existence outside the domain. They are not from 'here' or any other place. They do not belong to any world and will tend to feel 'foreign' to those that can sense that sort of thing. However they can disguise their 'scent' with varying degrees of success. The best at it are ancient Abyssborn, whom have been through countless worlds to understand how to construct an air that could fool even divinity and those intertwined with a realm. Harbingers will initially come off as solely their non-Abyss parent's race. However connecting to the adapted being's traits...it starts to drift to some combination of the non-Abyss race and the adapted being's. But there is a faint undercurrent of 'something else' that hints to their Abyssborn blood. Balmoral is something of an exception as he does seem to have fae and Abyssborn but not so much his adapted being.

Dimensional Interaction - Abyssborn can travel other dimensions/realms/whatever we're gonna call it. If it isn't their homeworld, then the world always has a chance of kicking them out at some point. Which for natural ones, this is every world. For Harbingers, it's their original world and the offshoots of that world. They do not experience weakness or sickness when they make these jumps however Harbingers can experience a bout of sickness from a major shift of the 'strongest being' within the world they live. Tannim is a kinda funny exception because his homeworld is one that had the strongest being shift so often, it doesn't bother him. Natural Abyssborn when they land gain knowledge about the world's 'rules' and how their logic works. So they basically have a grasp on what is or isn't possible, what the people are like and an idea of how to navigate. Harbingers don't. They have to learn about the world like any other fish out of water however they start off with much stronger ability than their parents.

Time Interaction - Abyssborn are time sensitive. This means that they tend to notice the shifts in a given timeline. So if there is someone else messing with the time line, they may notice what that person is up to but they never have an obligation to stop it. Abyssborn are not affected by time shifts but Harbingers are but can start to unravel the 'truth' of that given timeline. So say that someone went back and prevented a very evil dude from dying and the world sucks. The Harbinger that is living in that timeline with have their lives altered by this change but they have visions and flare ups to show them what was supposed to be. What they do with that knowledge is on them.

Interactions with other versions of themselves in different worlds and times gets pretty funky for Harbingers (and it's pretty much only Harbingers since the Abyssborn does not have establishment in timelines, they are only 'tethered' by their Harbinger child. So whatever is their background in relation to their child is what is 'true'). For most dimensional changes, they simply both exist and do not tend to meet. The 'visiting' version of the Harbinger does gain the memories and knowledge of the version that already exists so they do have working knowledge when they are there. This also works with 'visiting' dimensional anomalies. So someone like Noita's daughter, Lucille, who is from a dimension hopping family interacting with Tannim will trigger those memories from that time as well. So when she comes up to him, he is aware of who she is and why she knows him.

For most timeline changes, they take over the them of that time if it exists. They can and have been able to manifest their 'current' selves but it is pretty exhausting to do because...well, they're messing with the world order and they are away from their technical 'true' place. If it is a completely different version of themselves (someone that isn't in this time line at all) then they will not always have awareness of who they are although there are snatches of this. This is actually what Tannim experiences, he has lived this timeline's life with only some remembrances of his 'actual' life. It is unknown when he came into awareness but by current time of this blog, he is aware of who he originally is.

[spidey-bie]

Whenever Ansi is going undercover or running a con she goes under the name Annie.

[sunriseovergotham]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[gayestcowboy]

this shit is the only remaining good part of twitter

[roach-works]

speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.

the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.

you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[great-and-small]

I was walking on a rather remote beach when I came upon this Whip eel drying up in the sun. These are intertidal eels that can actually handle themselves out of water for a bit, but it’s not normal for them to be fully exposed in direct sunlight like this. The tide was at least six hours from coming in and I felt like this eel was in distress, so I made the decision to dig him out and return to the ocean. His body was too delicate to be simply pulled from the hole without injury, so I got to digging.

This endeavor took about 40 minutes as the eel was quite long and difficult to excavate. Also had to continually refill my temporary eel pond to keep him from drying out entirely while I worked.

If you are an eel aficionado like myself, please enjoy this silly little video of the relocation process set to some jaunty royalty-free disco music.

[pyroinfusedtiger]

Posting this everywhere til im not obsessed with it anymore

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[thesefallenembers]

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.