#but we perservere...

[catmask]

round 2 of pokemon from my heartgold artlocke streams.... some new friends, some old, and some now gone....

[scoobydoomistakes]

Sometimes, through all the seasonal chaos… the Christmas present comes early.

Meet Tira, short for Tiramisu.

...I'm sure she'll have a dozen other nicknames soon, too.

Has a lot of lab, a lil' Catahoula leopard dog... and a lot of great dane.

26 hours in, and already living up to the high standards Scooby sets.

7 weeks old. Lotta naps, lotta chewing on stuff. Good times.

–Colin

[dipperscavern]

breathless and whiny robb u say?? 🫣🫣🧐🧐 can I then add that the first time he was dommed by r he absolutely loses his SHIT bc omg omg dying dead HUH!? especially if he’s so used to being the dom in the relationship the moment his girl switches it up on him he short circuits

BREATHLESS AND WHINY ROBB I SAID. I APOLOGIZE THIS IS ABSOLUTELY LEWD (thank you sm for this ily)

it’s not uncommon for you and robb to have to spend time apart. as children at winterfell, robb was often busy being prepared to be lord of it and all its people. back when the realm wasn’t in shambles, robb would study on politics, and sit in with his father on his duties. you didn’t mind, you knew you couldn’t have him all to yourself. you preferred to spend your time checking in on the other starklings, practicing your skills, and you were silently grateful to have a bit more leisurely time than he did.

but during war it was so, so much worse.

as robb’s lady, you went everywhere with him. but you usually didn’t participate in battles, and sometimes, things were so dangerous robb didn’t even feel safe taking you with him. you can be away from each other for weeks at a time, and you spend it praying he’ll return to you. it’s common for men at war to have other women warm their beds, but robb’s bed stays cold, no matter how long you’re apart. he would never betray you like that.

spending so much time apart sometimes makes him desperate. not just to be reunited, but to feel you. to be sheathed deep inside you, your hands pulling him closer & his roaming your body — to feel your lips on his again. and when he finally makes his way back to you, he can barely contain himself.

his hips roll, and he savors the feeling. his hand is intertwined with yours, and his other caresses the soft flesh of your hip. it’s been so long, and he never wishes to leave your warmth. his head drops to your shoulder as he slides himself fully in, and his brain malfunctions. you’re tight, wet, and warm — and it has his brows pinching, mouth falling open to let out a breathless whine. he can’t remember the last time he’s ever made a noise like that (never), but he can’t find it in himself to care. your nails are lightly scratching at his back, and pain mixes with pleasure in a way that makes him grit his teeth.

you love when he’s like this. breathless and losing control, losing himself in the pleasure you’re giving him. he’s taking, taking, taking — and so giving at the same time.

afterwards, when you both lay spent after sharing each others bodies, the moment replays in your mind. you want to make him sound like that again. again and again and again. that’s when an idea forms in your mind.

robb had agreed to trying out your idea, so here you both are. your thighs spread to accommodate his length, legs over his waist as you straddle him. it’s a different angle, a different feeling, and he’s patient in giving you time to adjust. you give an experimental roll of your hips, and his grip on them tightens. he’s not trying to stop you, he just didn’t expect it to feel so good. you gauge his reaction, raising an eyebrow at the single movement having him sharply inhale.

feeling more confident, you begin to move. you take it slower, trying to find movements that feel good for the both of you. robb is not complaining at your experimenting, head lolling back at every movement. eventually, you bring yourself up, and then down again. it has your eyes fluttering shut & robb gritting his teeth, and you silently relish in your triumph. you begin to move, setting a pace that has his grip on your hips tightening & you clenching around him.

robb doesn’t know if he can handle it. the view of you moving up and down on his cock, the way your tits move with your ministrations — the way you feel so good. and the pretty noises you’re making have his brain turning to mush, knocking the air out of his lungs. what have you done to him?

“Feel alright, Robb?”

your voice brings him back to reality (only for a second), and he nods his head. you’ve almost rendered his ability to speak.

“Don’t- mm! Don’t stop.”

you smile, enjoying the view. robb’s brows pinched (more than usual), mouth falling slack as breathless whines & moans spill from his lips. one of your hands comes to rest over where his own is on your hips in an attempt to ground him, as he’s done for you so many times. it works as well as it can with you continuing your pace, having him sharply inhaling as a groan rises from his throat. he’s distant, completely lost in the throes of pleasure. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

it doesn’t take long before you feel the familiar warmth begin to pool in your abdomen, the angle hitting you just right. when robb brings his thumb to rub circles on your clit, it has the tight cord in your belly snapping, waves of pleasure crawling up your spine as you cum. you continue your movements, only slowing down to ride out the aftershocks. robb isn’t far behind, and when you involuntarily clench down on him, he spills into you with a groan of your name.

you look at robb, catching your breath, and smile once more. you think you’ll have to see him like this more often.

[riverdeansart]

describing outfits in my fics means having to draw them out to make sure they don't look stupid

read this specific fic here

[millydrawsthis]

Dream couldn’t shake the knot of anxiety in his chest when Freed mentioned that Perseverance wanted to speak with him directly. There was always tension between him and Perseverance—a heavy, unspoken hatred that laced their every interaction. Perseverance didn’t just criticize Dream; he scrutinized him, picking apart every choice, every flaw, as though Dream’s very existence was an affront. It was exhausting. Worse, Dream had started to notice Freed growing more hesitant around him lately, as though Perseverance’s harsh words were beginning to seep into Freed’s perception of him. It stung more than Dream cared to admit.

Still, when Freed asked, Dream couldn’t say no. Freed wouldn’t let Perseverance hurt him… right?

The agreed-upon location caught Dream off guard—a surface AU, a beach of all places. He waited and waited for a good while. He told himself it was just Perseverance being dramatic—making him wait to prove a point, or something equally petty. Maybe this some kind of setup— they just wanted to mess with him, to get him to show up and stew in his own anxiety for their amusement. 

“Dream.”

Dream froze, shoulders tensing instinctively. The voice didn’t exactly sound like Freed’s but but sometimes when another soul is controlling them they have their own tone of voice. But as Dream turned, his breath caught in his throat.

It wasn’t Freed.

Standing there was a kid.

Dream blinked, his mind racing to catch up. The child couldn’t have been older than fourteen, maybe fifteen at a stretch. Their clothes were baggy, a huge purple cloak that covered almost their entire body—entirely out of place of this AU. Their stillness was what unnerved Dream most. It wasn’t the kind of hesitation or wariness he’d expect from a kid meeting a stranger. It was deliberate, calculating, like they already knew every move he was going to make.

Their face was obscured by tinted glasses that reflected the sunlight, making it impossible to read their expression. Something about the way the lenses glimmered—almost transparent but not quite—made his skin crawl. Maybe it was just the sun playing tricks on him, but there was a faint shimmer to the kid too, as though they didn’t fully belong to the world they stood in.

Dream’s hand twitched toward his bow instinctively, but he stopped himself. It’s just a kid, he thought. No threat. 

“…Who are you?” Dream asked, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his chest.

The kid tilted their head, just slightly. The motion wasn’t curious—it was antagonizing, like they were dissecting him with their gaze despite the glasses obscuring their eyes. “You don’t recognize me?”

Dream’s brow furrowed, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. There was something familiar about them, something he couldn’t quite pin down. The way they held themselves, the tone of their voice—it tugged at a memory just out of reach.

“I—” he started, but the kid interrupted him with a faint scoff.

“You’re just as useless as ever,” they said flatly, their words landing like a slap. “I can’t even have a decent conversation with you. And reaching for your bow too? Disgraceful.”

Dream froze. The way they spoke—it was unnervingly proper, almost detached, like every syllable had been carefully chosen. It reminded him of his brother in a way.

And then it hit him, a cold realization washing over him like a wave.

“Perseverance?” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

The kid didn’t answer immediately, but the slight curl of their lips was confirmation enough.

“Don’t act foolish, Dream. You’ve spoken to me before, haven’t you?” Perseverance raised a brow, before pushing up his glasses. 

Dream’s frown deepened as he crossed his arms. “Yeah, but that was when you were in control of Freed’s body.” he said, his words laced with uncertainty. This—whatever this was—wasn’t something he had prepared for.

Perseverance didn’t miss a beat, their expression calm but faintly amused. “Well, I’m here now.”

“I—how?” Dream stammered, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.

“I always wondered that too,” Perseverance said lightly, brushing invisible dust off their cloak with a flick of their hand. “Being dead isn’t exactly straightforward, but I suppose there are... perks.” 

Dream opened his mouth to respond, but the words froze in his throat as something caught his eye. A detail so glaringly obvious it felt impossible he’d missed it before. Perseverance didn’t have legs.

Their body faded into an eerie, ghostly mist just below the hem of their oversized cloak. Wisps of fog drifted lazily in the air, curling and twisting in a way that seemed almost alive. Dream’s stomach twisted as he realized he hadn’t noticed it earlier. How had he been so blind? He swore he had better spatial awareness than this.

Perseverance caught the flicker of realization on Dream’s face and chuckled softly. “Ah, there it is,” He said, tilting his head with that same unnerving calm. “Took you long enough to notice. I was starting to think you’d gone completely dense.”

“I see.” Dream stepped back, though the sand beneath his boots didn’t feel nearly as solid as it had moments ago. 

“I cannot believe the so-called guardian of positivity is afraid of some ghost.”

Dream clenched his fists at his sides. He couldn’t let them get under his skin. Not again. “…What do you need, Pers?” His voice was steady this time, and he straightened his posture, forcing himself to stand tall. He should’ve been doing that all along. He was better than this.

Perseverance’s lips curled into a faint smirk, their arms crossing lazily over their chest. “Goodness, someone’s getting aggressive.” They tilted their head, looking him over with an air of judgement. “I simply wish to speak with you.”

“Let me guess,” Dream said, rolling his eyes. “So you can criticize me?”

Perseverance shrugged. “In a way.”

That was enough for Dream. He scoffed, turning sharply on his heel and walking toward the shoreline. There was no point in sticking around to let Perseverance tear him apart, not when they clearly relished every second of it.

“But—”

The word stopped him in his tracks. Perseverance’s tone shifted, softer but no less calculated, and Dream couldn’t help but glance back over his shoulder.

“But what?” Dream asked, his voice laced with irritation, though his curiosity betrayed him.

Perseverance tilted their head again, their ghostly form faintly shimmering in the sunlight. “I’d like to ask you some questions,” he said smoothly. “As flawed and broken as you are—”

Dream bristled at that, but Perseverance pressed on without missing a beat.

“—you’re not the only flawed person among the guardians. There must be something decent about you. Something worth understanding.” They paused, their glasses glinting ominously. “I’d like to know what that is.”

Dream blinked, caught entirely off guard. He opened his mouth to respond but found himself at a loss for words.

“Wait,” Dream said finally, his voice quieter this time. “You… want to know something decent about me?”

Perseverance just glanced away as a response.

Dream stared at them for a long moment, his mind racing. For all their sharp words and mocking tone, Perseverance wasn’t joking. They genuinely wanted to hear his answer.

If perseverance didnt wear glasses, Dream WOULDVE been able to tell that perseverance was scanning Dream’s facial expressions. BUT Dream did notice the sudden fidgeting Perseverance did. It wasn’t new. He’d seen it before, just not often, and especially not when Perseverance was talking to him.

“Or not,” Perseverance said suddenly, his tone as cold and dismissive as ever. “It simply does not matter to me.”

“No..”

Perseverance straightened up slightly, their fidgeting stopping as their hands fell to their sides. 

Dream took a breath, letting a small, tentative smile tug at his lips. “I’ll answer your questions.”

For the first time, Perseverance looked genuinely taken aback, though they recovered quickly. They let out an exaggerated exhale through their nose, a sound that was almost obnoxious. Dream didn’t exactly see it, but he felt it—something subtle, something that wasn’t disdain or judgment.

It was positivity.

It was weird. And new.

Dream sat down in the sand, patting a spot next to him. He kinda cringed when perseverance gave him a judgmental look but he was surprised when he sat down anyway. 

Perseverance adjusted their cloak with a faint huff, brushing sand off the edges. “This had better be worth my time.” they muttered, though there was an odd softness in their voice.

Dream chuckled quietly, more to himself than anything. “No pressure or anything, right?”

Perseverance didn’t respond immediately, but Dream thought he caught the smallest twitch of a smile on his lips.

[toshinoriyagisms]

the horrors of chronic pain have been crazy recently so you know i had to throw em at the yagi

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[ecoeschatologist]

We stay silly

[antigonenikk]

♡ music to watch boys to ♡

[whumpbug]

HELLO!!! IT IS HERE!!! SCARAB CREW INTRO FIC!!!

i'm sorry it took so long guys i've been in a bit of a funk these last few days BUT i really wanted to post this!! i have much more planned for them but i am trying to pace myself because i've been struggling a little bit!

this also counts for early whumperless whump event day 23: well, that doesn't taste right @whumperless-whump-event (allergic reaction / anaphylaxis)

word count: 2507

see this post for info on the scarabs crew!

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In hindsight, Hari probably should have told the team his allergies to start.

There just wasn’t a convenient time for him to do it. It felt weird.

He already felt their judging eyes on him because he was human. Humans weren’t necessarily looked down upon, but it was quite the common consensus that they had more biological flaws than most other races.

This was, of course, made worse by Hari’s precarious condition. 

Introducing himself as the human missing a leg with a blood circulation disorder, an inflammatory lung disease, and food allergies was not something Hari imagined would get him much in the way of respect.

So, he stayed quiet.

After all the introductions and mission briefings came and went, everyone retreated to their respective rooms to settle in. A message over the intercom told Hari that Nyla, the pilot, was going to start making dinner.

He supposed now could be a good time to mention it. He remembered how to get to the kitchen, and Nyla should be in there cooking already, but Hari had just taken off his prosthesis. He didn’t feel like going through the trouble.

Besides, what were the chances that, out of all the things in the galaxy, Nyla made something Hari couldn’t eat.

An hour came and went before Nyla’s chipper voice came over the intercom once again.

“Food’s ready, everyone! Come on down to the kitchen!”

Hari perked up. Now that he thought of it, he was hungry. He hadn’t eaten anything more than protein bars and yogurt cups since the initial launch. An actual meal sounded wonderful.

He grabbed his crutches and began making his way to the kitchen. 

As he walked through the halls of The Scarab, he couldn’t help but feel a bit astonished. Just a few days ago, he was on his home planet, Earth. Then, he was shipped off to Asto’is. Now, here he was, floating in space with a group of strangers towards countless unexplored territories and potentially dangerous star systems.

What a story he was going to have to tell.

He arrived at the kitchen and quickly saw he was the last to do so.

Captain Nieven Alaric, the Asto’isian, was sitting at the head of the table, typing away on his detpad. A cigarette was held loosely in his free hand, and he brought it up to his lips with a deep inhale. His brow was furrowed, like he was trying to figure something out. 

Zel, the Huelxcan, was sitting towards the middle of the table, but her entire body was tensed up. She looked terribly awkward, like she’d rather be anywhere but there. Her gaze remained trained at a spot on the table, but upon Hari’s entry, she lifted her head. Hari met her eyes on accident and flashed a small smile, and he could have sworn she snarled at him.

Vinny, the Z’edin, was sitting opposite to Zel, but they looked significantly less uncomfortable. On the contrary, their knees were pulled up to their chest with their own detpad balancing on top. A peek over their shoulder told Hari that they were reading.. a scientific article? On biochemistry? For fun? That was perhaps scarier than the Huelxcan staring daggers at him from across the table.

And finally, indicated by the soft humming from the kitchen, Hari caught a glimpse of Nyla plating the final dish with her back turned to him.

Hari hadn’t seen many Haryen in his time. The race preferred not to make too much contact with the other PAGE territories, so seeing one out in the open felt odd.

Still, Hari didn’t need to know much about the race to know their signature trait—large crimson wings on their back with a span almost longer than their full height. Hari also didn’t need to know much about the race to know that this particular Haryen’s wings were not paradigmatic of her people’s.

Nyla’s wings were small and curled tight against her body. The muscles in them looked atrophied and shriveled, and even the way they moved with her body seemed off.

Nyla didn’t offer much of an explanation. She simply stated that she was born differently and left it at that. She didn’t owe anyone an explanation anyway; Hari figured. Still, it was not something someone saw every day.

Hari finally took a seat beside Vinny and rested his crutches against the edge of the metal table. Vinny’s gaze flitted to him before coming back to their detpad.

Hari risked another glance at their screen, and saw that not only were they finished with the first article, but they had moved on to another longer one. Hari had to ask.

“What’cha reading about?”

Vinny’s ears flicked at his voice. “Botany.”

“Botany?”

“Mhm. The first planet on the course is a forest planet, so I wanted to brush up.”

“I see—”

“Do you know much about botany? You’re the medic, after all. Figured you’ve at least taken some life science classes, but I don’t know how much time the curriculum would have spent on botany specifically.”

“Well, I was in highschool when—”

“I guess if it was a general biology class, the content would be broader, so you probably spent a little bit on each subsection. Still, I think botany is underappreciated. There’s so much to learn about a planet based on what kind of flora thrives in it.”

“I agree—”

“Plus, it can tell you so much about culture! Your planet, for example, has such a diverse ecosystem with so many different biomes. The different ways your people use the plants in each area is fascinating!”

“Thank you?”

“Not to mention—”

“Dinner is ready!” Nyla chirped, padding into the room with plates precariously balanced on her arms. Hari silently sighed in relief.

Nieven set down his detpad immediately and stood up to take two of the plates from Nyla.

“Thank you very much for making dinner, Nylath... Nylathrania.”

The syllables sounded clumsy on the Captain’s lips and a slight flush creeped up his cheeks at his fumbling.

“Oh please, just call me Nyla. Nylathrania is a hard one, even back on Harye.”

Nieven cleared his throat. “Very well. Thank you, Nyla.”

“It’s my pleasure! What better way to welcome you all onto my ship than good food?” She smiled and set a plate in front of each person at the table before taking her own seat next to Zel.

Hari smiled right back at her and, he figured he could try probing about the ingredients. Subtly, of course. “Yes, thank you, Nyla. This looks good! What is it?”

“Oh! I wanted to start with something pretty universally liked. It’s noodles with a darzel nut sauce, wozoik leaves, and some poultry from Earth! It’s pretty simple. I didn’t want to try anything too wild on the first night.”

Vinny, finally, lifted their head from their detpad and faced Nyla. “You took the meat out of mine, right?”

“Mhm!”

Vinny’s tail swayed slightly and a slight smile overtook their face. “Thank you, Nyla.”

Hari suddenly felt very stupid. If the kid could let Nyla know about their dietary preferences, why couldn’t Hari? 

Still, it was fine. Nothing she said was on his allergy list. He’d just let her know after this meal and everything would be fine.

Nyla picked up her fork. “Well, dig in everyone!”

And with that, they did.

Zel sniffed the food experimentally and swirled a forkful of noodles onto the prongs of the utensil before lifting it to her mouth. The usual scowl on her face lessened greatly and she turned to Nyla.

“You made this?” She said softly.

“...I did. Why? Is something wrong with it?” Nyla almost looked sheepish.

Zel said nothing. She simply turned her face back down to her plate and began scarfing down the noodles.

Vinny was following suit, tail swaying freely as they forked mouthful after mouthful into their mouth.

Nieven was a bit more polite. He ate slowly, and in small bites, but the enjoyment of the food was written all over his face in the way his eyes shone.

Alright, now, Hari needed to try it.

He scooped some of the noodles onto his fork, took a bite and—wow. If this was the kind of food he’d be eating for the next few years, he had no complaints.

The nutty flavor of the sauce was light and fresh, enhanced further by the aromatic greens. The chicken was juicy and flavorful, and the noodles were cooked to perfection. Hari’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head. 

Nyla swallowed a mouthful of food and tapped her finger idly on the table. “So... How is everyone feeling about the trip so far?”

Vinny perked their head up. “So far it’s been interesting. Your ship is really cool. I can’t believe you fly it yourself.”

“I do! She’s my pride and joy.” She turned to Hari. “You’re somewhat of an aerospace engineer, right? What kind of ships have you worked on?”

Hari startled at his name and glanced up. 

“Me? I’ve worked on a few. I worked mostly on airplanes, though.”

“Oh? So a bit different, then?”

Hari nodded and opened his mouth to respond, but found that his tongue didn’t move the way he intended it to. It felt tingly, like it was swollen in his mouth. He furrowed his brows.

“Sorry. I just— My throat feels weird.” He swallowed convulsively. 

Nyla tilted her head and leaned forward to get a better look at him. Zel followed suit, sharing a glance with Nieven.

“Are you okay?” Nyla asked.

“I’m fine... I’m...” Hari swallowed again as an abrupt wave of nausea had him clamping his mouth shut.

Nieven suddenly turned his gaze to meet Hari. “Hari? Are you sure? You’re quite... flushed.”

Hari nodded and scratched at the side of his neck. Stars, when did it get so itchy?

And then it occurred to him. The way he was feeling—the way it felt like his throat was swelling and the way his skin felt too hot for his body—stars, he was allergic to the damn food.

Of all the foods in the galaxy! This delicious meal was one his body decided was a threat! He would have groaned if he could.

Instead, he let out a vaguely choked whine and clawed at his throat, desperately pulling at his collar to get some air. Hives were starting to break out along his arms and shoulders rapidly, and the heat was searing.

Everyone was staring at him now. Even Vinny, who had set their detpad on the table, was in a hurry to get a proper look at Hari. 

“Hari?” Vinny questioned. 

They stood and leaned over, scrutinizing his face. They looked like they were racking their brain for something. Hari truly hoped they were as smart as they came across, because he wasn’t sure he had the faculties to explain what he needed. With their knowledge on Earth and biology, they were probably Hari’s best bet.

They suddenly jolted with thought. “Anaphylaxis! Allergic reaction! That’s what's going on, isn’t it? Your symptoms match!”

Bingo. Hari nodded frantically, pulling in a wheezing breath. Shit, it really was getting difficult to breathe. He needed to do something—and fast.

“Allergic?! Why didn’t you say something earlier!” Nyla shrieked, practically leaping over the table to reach Hari. “What do we do?! You’re the medic!”

Hari wanted to tell her to relax and that it would probably be fine once he got his epi-pen, but he could quite literally feel his airways shrinking and he figured that might not be true for long.

Vinny tapped away on their detpad before whipping their head back up. “We have to give you epinephrine, don’t we? Where the hell are we going to get that?!”

Hari vaguely gestured to the bedrooms, hoping someone would get the hint. He had a small bright red first-aid kit in his luggage, left out in the open. Never had he ever been so grateful for his disorganized unpacking.

“On it,” Nieven muttered, racing toward the hall. Hari tugged at his collar once again, wheezing desperately. It felt like his head was going to explode now. He was sure he was quite the sorry sight with how red he felt his face getting. Not a very good first impression.

Finally, the captain came sprinting back with the little red pouch. He all but threw it onto the table and ripped it open, before realizing he had no idea what he was even looking for.

“Epi..pen..” Hari managed to rasp out, doubling over when another awful wave of nausea overtook him. 

Vinny watched Nieven frantically search for a few more moments before grumbling and lunging over to snatch the pouch from him. They procured the item immediately and began to read over it.

“It’s a needle?”

Hari nodded, wondering why that mattered. He didn’t care if someone had to cut his other damn leg off to get the epinephrine in him—he just wanted to breathe.

Vinny uncapped the needle and hesitantly crouched beside Hari. They were moving at far too leisurely a pace. Hari shot a weak glare.

He would have done it himself, if he could. It’s just that his hands were numb. He could barely lift his arm, let alone have the dexterity to administer it properly. Maybe he should start having his epi-pen with him for every meal. Stars, his head was spinning.

“I can’t do it!” Vinny cried, suddenly pulling away.

“For fuck’s sake—” Zel plucked the pen from their hands, skimmed the directions, and plunged the needle directly into Hari’s right leg with no hesitation.

Hari had never been so grateful in his life.

In just a few moments, Hari felt his breath starting to come easier. He slumped back against his chair and gulped down sweet, sweet oxygen.

No one said anything for a beat. And then, Nyla smacked the back of Hari’s head.

“You idiot! If you’re allergic to something you need to tell me! What was your plan if we didn’t get the epi-pen in time?! I would have been responsible for manslaughter!”

Hari blinked. “I didn’t know I’d be allergic to it.”

Vinny stepped in and crossed their arms. “But you have existing allergies, yes? I could have done some research on how similar the food was to your allergens. Darzel nuts, for example, are remarkably chemically similar to peanuts.”

Oh. That explains it, then. Hari felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. He said nothing.

Nyla let out a soft hmph and pointed a finger at Hari. “After we clean up here and I make you something else to eat, you’re going to sit down with me and make a list of your allergies. All of them. This won’t happen again.”

Hari could tell she meant to be vaguely reassuring, but with the way she said it, it sounded like a threat. He gulped and nodded.

Vinny let out a soft laugh that doubled as a sigh of relief. “Welcome to the expedition, I suppose.”

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[industrations]

New theme, who am i right now

[lorelune]

one outta six scenes!!!!

[mantisgodsdomain]

How about Scarlet getting transmuted into a bat? 'Tis Vampiric tradition, after all.

Sometimes, people will say that gods are "helpful" and "useful". These people are lying. These people are lying very blatantly, in a very provably wrong way, in a way that you SHOULD correct them on if you catch them with it, because they're MASSIVE LIARS. Incredibly massive liars. Gods do not solve problems, they make problems worse. They just make problems worse in ways that you couldn't have imagined could even happen previously.

As it turns out, silk DOES NOT play well with a barrel bigger than the one it was tailored to, and even if it's decently stretchy, that stuff does not tear. This is very unfortunate if you are, say, turning into a bat thirty times your original size, and it sucks and carries a high risk of breaking ribs. And organs. Ah, well. At least it's... survivable?

(BONUS: "Kindly explain to me how any of this helps, at all. with anything.")

[lem-argentum]

so anxious right neow. look at my girlfriend ok? <3

[eusuntgratie]

wrote one of the kiss prompts on vacation. finally finished typing it up and its almost 2k. whoops! i'll try to edit it and get it up asap.

then hopefully finishing up cuck fic, then maybe i'll try to tackle my elliot x marco wip next, while sprinkling in my last 7 kiss prompts plus MAYBE a short little ryliver pwp. we shall see.

[sexybritishllama]

i FINALLY cracked the code and can do a proper fan kick with decent height/rotation!! my left side is still a bit iffy but solid progress. also the pain pole sits cause me is lessening so im getting a bit more comfortable leaning back for my layback even if the layback itself is still kind of terrifying. inverts are still a mystery to me lets not talk about inverts

[ipromiseimawriter]

i WILL finish my horror short story draft. i WILL edit it. i WILL submit it places and MAYBE even get some dollars. spiritually i am putting my head in a jar and shaking it around