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pjsk-writin · 2 years ago

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Holy crap 2022'z almost over- that went by faster than i thought it would- my birthday iz also in 4 dayz so can i req Minori, Tsukasa and Emu (separate) with a reader who red-enactz scenez in fairy talez with them (more specifically confession-ish scenez)

Ur fine to decline thiz, just wanted a req with my favz for my birthday 👍

HII im SO sorry for this being late, i wish u a late happy birthday and i hope u like this !! <3

♡ REENACTING FAIRY TALES - Minori Hanasato, Tsukasa Tenma and Emu Otori x Reader

Minori:

Minori has always had a soft spot for acting. Even if it wasn't the field she went into, it was still something she loved to do!

So, when you bring up the idea of reenacting fairy tales with her, she's absolutely 1000% on board! The thought of being able to act with you was wonderful!

She usually gives you the freedom to pick the fairy tale, but she does have a few that she loves a lot!

She definitely wants to make costumes, even if they're made from the clothing around her house!

When it comes to reenacting scenes with her, she gets really into it! She does get a bit giggly every now and then if she feels like it's a bit too ridiculous, but you can tell she's having fun!

When you get to the confession scenes however, she seems to become an entirely different person-

She'll cling onto every single word that leaves you, her pupils practically forming little hearts as she listens to the heartfelt confession you were quoting

She can barely talk afterwards, just staring at you with a giddy smile. She was always weak for you, what could she say? <3

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa absolutely loves acting, I mean have you seen his troupe? He's destined to be a future star, and he'll act out any script put in front of him!

So, of course he's absolutely on board when you ask to reenact fairy tales with him! He's already wanted to reenact a few anyway, so he'd love to!

Although he tries to give you the choice, he has a lot that he wants to act out, and tells them to you with glee. He definitely rambles about them too-

He will of course make fresh new costumes for you, how could you two have a reenactment without costumes? He makes yours beautifully as always <3

He gets super into the acting, embracing whatever role he was assigned with absolute ease. He makes it as dramatic as possible of course, he wouldn't be Tsukasa Tenma without flair!

Once you get to the confession scenes however, you can tell that his acting drops just a tad to stare with admiration at you

He absorbs every single word of the scripted confession. You always had a way of making those confessions sound so real and lovely!

He continues to act of course, but you can see how much affection he pours into every single action and word towards you. It's quite sweet! <3

Emu:

Emu, much like her troupemate, also loves acting! Although, her acting is more her being loud and energetic as her character than anything-

She also really loves fairy tales, so she's definitely very excited when you ask to reenact some scenes with her! It's just like when she was a kid!

She definitely has her favorites, and asks you really excitably if you can do them. She's also always up to do whatever you want though!

Her costumes are definitely made out of very bright, almost neon clothing, but she lets you make your own costumes if you want to! Just know her costumes are bright pink-

She's definitely very energetic, it's hard to assign her any calm roles because she'll still be bouncing off the walls- Despite that, she's still very good at whatever role she wants to play!

Once you get to the confession scene, she definitely stops whatever dance or acting she's doing to watch you with awe

She remembers how lovely the confession scene was when she first read it, and she admires how wonderfully you act it out! You were pouring your whole heart into it, and it showed!

Once you finished, she just squealed and gave you a big hug, not even trying to continue the scene to instead cheer about how wonderful and amazing you are <3

#pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #minori hanasato x reader #hanasato minori x reader #tsukasa tenma x reader #tenma tsukasa x reader #emu otori x reader #otori emu x reader

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purrfectstrangers · 4 years ago

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Another great story from Gamzanon! I dunno what I did to deserve to pot all their short stories, but I'm happy to bring you yet another~

As always, be aware this is vore and digestion heavy, so readers squeamish about that, catch a different one <3

Fanboy Bellies

(I'm so sorry for the delay. My muse for the Dave prompt just flat out died... so here's a Hiveswap story instead. It's my first time writing these characters, so I hope it satisfies~)

[You literally always satisfy, my dude ;3]

Zebede couldn't believe that this was really happening.

He was to attend a Cirava Hermod concert. Cirava. Hermod. The vaporwave legend that had defined a generation was going to appear live on stage. And he was going to be able to see them. It was almost, no, it was completely unbelievable. Zebede was practically vibrating where he stood. With his round shape and his black and yellow color scheme, he already looked like a bee. Now he almost sounded like one too.

A pair of grey fingers snapped impatiently in front of his face, dragging Zebede back into reality.

"♤Are you just going to stand there all night? I need you to pull your weight here!♤"

"i'm sorry. i spaced out."

Yes, that's right. He wasn't here to just to see Cirava.

You see, Cirava was an online musician. The only reason they were at a concert was because they were challenged to a rap battle by one Marvus Xoloto.

Such an event naturally attracted fans of all stripes, including one particularly obsessive blueblood. Both Zebruh and Zebede wanted to... meet their respective idols, so the two decided to hatch a plan. Or, rather, Zebruh dragged Zebede into his.

"♢Now, do you remember the plan?♢"

Even when crouching behind a wall, Zebruh was still a lot taller then the young yellowblood. Enough so that he could probably rest his head in between Zebede's horns in the right position. Zebede pulled a jar of bees out of his hoodie pocket, taking a deep, steadying breath as he tried to focus.

"ok guyz. i need you to do me thiz one big favor." Zebede whispered into the jar. "please." With another steadying breath, Zebede pulled off the lid.

The loudly buzzing swarm flew off around the corner, leaving Zebruh and Zebede to watch as security noticed the cloud.

"Wha-what the Hell!"

The large purple guard shielding their face as the swarm clouded around their head, twitching and twisting hither, thither, and fro in a desperate attempt to keep the bees out of their eyes. "Dammit! Leave me alone!" The clown swung their club wildly in a vain attempt to keep the bugs out of their eyes. They ran off cussing and flailing as the swarm persisted in its assault.

The two Zs waited for the buzzing to fall out of earshot before commenting.

"♧...I'm going to be honest... that shouldn't have worked.♧"

"you'd be suprised. they're pretty reliable."

The two stood up and approached the Staff Only door. That was it. The one obstacle between them and their idols.

"♡I suppose this is where we part ways.♡" Zebruh gave a big dramatic bow, making sure to adjust his bowtie along the way. "♡As a lowblood ally, it has been my honor to unite a yellow fellow with his idol. I do hope you keep this favor in mind in the future.♡"

If Zebede noticed the slightly sinister intone of his voice, he didn't say so. "oh, yez. i will. honest, thiz iz the nicest anyone'z been to me for a very long time." His face deflated and his smile fell. "...it'z also the longest anyone haz ever interacted with me in a long time, come to think of it."

Zebruh pushed the door open, dramatically ushering him inside. "♡When we meet up again, we can interact plenty.♡" He winked and, again, adjusted his bowtie. "♡Until then, I have a date with a popular, promiscuous purpleblood.♡"

As the two walked in separate directions through the backstage area, a telltale gurgle escaped their guts and echoed down the halls. It's not every day you get to meet a celebrity. They're not going to waste this opportunity~

Cirava exhaled another puff of smoke, their room positively flooding with polluted green air. The condensed heat threatened to cook them alive as it left their form drenched in sweat. They let out a long, satisfied sigh as the drugs filtered through their body. Yeah, that was the stuff. A good smoke always got their head in the game before a song.

The door creaking open didn't catch their attention, but sudden loud coughing did. Cirava rolled their head over to see a round little troll waving smoke out of his face as his coughed and wheezed. They just stared as Zebede got his barrings again, watching his eyes widen as the two made eye contact. "well you're not security".

Zebede nervously rubbed the back of his head as he dared to step closer, waving smoke out of his face again when he had to suppress a cough. The room's heat was making him sweat just as much as his nerves were as he cleared his throat. "um, hi? zebede tongza. i'm a big fan."

Zebede held out his hand timidly, which Cirava shook without any fan fare, leaving Zebede to stare at his hand in awe as they pulled back. "cirava hermod. but im guessing you knew that lmao."

Zebede's face slowly split into a grin. "yeah... yeah! it'z good to finally meet you." Cirava stood, popping their back as they casually stretched.

"dont mention it. youre cool. had me a little worried when you showed up without a pass tho." Zebede looked away, either embarrassed or ashamed. Cirava was too busy fishing a piece of paper from their pocket to care. "here's your autograph." They said nonchalantly. Zebede grabbed their wrist instinctively.

Zebede's mind sputtured and spurred to a halt as he stared.

Right there, on that small piece of paper, in a lowercase, golden font, was the Cirava Hermod's name.

Cirava Hermod's autograph.

Cirava Hermod is giving him their autograph.

Just as Zebede began to process that information, a scent crept into his nose.

A heavy, mouthwatering scent. A smell more intoxicating then the poisonous green smoke that surrounded him.

It was Cirava's scent. And they smelled wonderful.

Zebede's stomach growled.

"hey are you gonna let go sometime soon?"

Zebede looked up. "oh. sorry." Zebede plucked the note out of Cirava's grasp before pocketing. Now, he held their hand in front of him like a nice big burger. "i swear i'm sorry about thiz, but... i can't pasz thiz opportunity up."

With that, he promptly shoved Cirava's hand into his maw.

Cirava tried to pull their hand out as Zebede slobered all over it, savoring their flavor. "what the fuck." Cirava tried to pry his mouth open, only for Zebede to grab his free hand and shovel it into his mouth. "alright seriously. let go!" Zebede was pulled out of his blissful stupor as Cirava continued to struggle and shout. He shrugged apologetically before grabbing them by the horns and pulling their entire head into his mouth. He could risk them attracting any guards, or else he'd take his time savoring their taste.

Cirava's horns bulged out his cheeks as they thrashed around back and forth. Their feet beat desperately against the floor as his tongue coated their face in golden saliva. Zebede almost moaned as their salty, sweaty flavor overloaded his taste buds. Their scent continued to drift directly into his nose, leaving him drooling around his thrashing meal. It wasn't long before he greedily shoveled Cirava's head down his throat.

Zebede was already so pudgy that you couldn't tell from the outside looking in that Cirava's hands had reached his gut. At most, you'd be able to hear their muffled yelling coming from his midsection, but Zebede didn't notice that either. He was too busy slobbering on Cirava's torso. Still, even as caught up in his gluttonous fever as he was, still tried to avoid loosening their binder.

Another swallow finally distended his gut a little bit. Cirava's head outlined in his ballooning gut as they continued to swear and scream. His gut gurgled eagerly as Zebede closed in on those limply kicking legs. It wouldn't be long now.

Zebede tilted his head backwords and slurped up those flailing limbs like noodles. His gut completely ballooned out as his entire meal fell into it at once, forcing a massive belch out of his mouth. Zebede's gut gurgled eagerly around his vainly struggling celebrity snack, giving him time to catch his breath. The air had sense cleared, the green smoke drifting out of the open doorway, allowing Zebede to hyperventilate as what he just did caught up with him.

"i... ate you." Zebede's eyes began to shine, his face splitting into a massive, ear-reaching grin. "i actually are you. thiz iz so cool!"

Zebede belched again, not even stopping to be embarrassed as he began massaging his thrashing gut. "you were do deliciouz and juicy and filling... thiz iz amzaing! you were everything i thought you'd be."

Even with his body weighed down by a stomach that nearly doubled him in size, Zebede managed to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet. "i've wanted to eat you for so long, ever sense i first saw you, and now, oh, thank you so much!"

Zebede pulled his gut into a tight hug, resting his head atop Cirava's. "thankz for everything. you've made me the happiest troll on alternia."

If Cirava had any response to that, it was drowned out by Zebede's grumbling gut.

Marvus blinked as he examined himself in the mirror, carefully checking his face paint for any imperfections. It was something he took seriously, even with his laid back personality. His face was on billboards. He couldn't afford a smudge.

Even still, his laid back smile didn't drop as he heard his door creak open. "Zeb. Bro. Buddy. Didn't I tell u bout comin back here?" Zebruh froze in the doorway, hand instinctively grasping at his bowtie to steady himself. He took a deep breath before walking in.

"♡Oh, come on, darling. If you'd only give me a chance I...♡" Zebruh paused as Marvus spun around in his chair. The clown's posture was relaxed. His face was perfectly calm. He still had that lazy, carefree smile on his face. It just mad his red eyes stand out that much more.

"Thought I made it clear I don't want u round here." Marvus stood up. His massive body towering a full head over Zebruh. "Thought we'd had dis convo bout thirty times now. Round thirty two or so?"

Zebruh backed up against the wall, about to open his mouth in protest when the singer unsheathed the sword from his cane. His chin was made to rest on the blade as Marvus leaned on over him. The body heat coming off of him was palpable and Zebruh could smell the sweat running down his skin, some of it trying and failing to seep out from under his paint. "Zeb. I'm gon give it to ya straight. I don't want ur blud on me. I just cleaned dis suit. I justabout got my paint on. And I don't wanna get my hair gunked up. So I'm gonna let ya turn round now, kay?"

Zebruh forced himself to meet those eyes as they bore into him. Everything about this was starting to drive him mad. The heat of his breath, the size of his body, and that sweet smell.

Zebruh's stomach growled.

Taking his silence as an affirmation, Marvus plopped himself back down in his seat, picking at his face in the mirror. Zebruh practically throttled his tie as his tried to catch his breath, blood pumping in his ears as his stomach roared once again.

He always wanted to eat Marvus. Ever sense he saw Marvus he'd want to eat him.

But that smell.

He could practically taste it.

Marvus didn't notice Zebruh approach him not until his chair swirled around and his vision was suddenly eclipsed by dark blue slime. Zebruh moaned as his tongue lavished the idol's face, smearing his facepaint as it mixed with his sweat on Zebruh's taste buds, creating an intoxicating flavor that left the blueblood drooling.

Zebruh could've tasted his head for hours... if Marvus's hands hadn't clamped onto his neck.

Laid back or not, Marvus was still a purple blood. A purple blood who had no more patience for Zebruh's shenanigans. Zebruh tried to pry his hands open, but it did nothing to deter the bigger, stronger clown as he stood up and squashed Codakk's windpipe.

In a moment of panic, Zebruh kneed Xoloto in the gut, knocking his grip loose long enough for Zebruh's maw to wrap around those broad shoulders. Zebruh moaned again as his tongue slid across Marvus's chest, coating his pecs in blue saliva.

Zebruh kicked Marvus's discarded cane aside as he saw the clown grope for it before swallowing again. His gut bulged out from under his suit, showing off the outline of Marvus's face for all to see as Zebruh savored his now helpless meal.

Zebruh swallowed again, leaving only Marvus's kicking legs free from his maw. He spun around and planted himself in the chair, tilting his head up to let gravity drag Marvus's ass across his tongue. He chewed and kneaded that taught bubble butt as it slipped into his throat, before casually slurping up those pesky flailing legs.

The ensuing belch was nearly loud and crass enough to shatter the mirror. Blue spit flew everywhere as the clown curled up inside his new home. Zebruh shamelessly moaned as he felt the struggles start up. "♡Darling. You tasted so much better then you had any right too."

Zebruh spun around and admired his giant gut in the mirror. Following the outline of Marvus's struggles as his hands massaged his tightly wrapped form. "◇Now, I know this must be hard for you. But I can hardly call myself an ally if I don't treat castes equally. And I've eaten quite a few lowbloods in my day." Zebruh swiped Marvus's hat off the mirror and rested it over his eyes. He reclined the chair back and pat his gut again.

"♡Please, darling. Kick back. Relax. And enjoy your stay. I promise I'll take good care of you~♡"

Both Zebruh and Zebede enjoyed every second of digestion. Zebede simply couldn't stop gushing about Cirava's work while Zebruh smoothly soothed Marvus's every move.

This continued even as punches turned to pleads and anger melted into fear. Zebruh was always happy to hear his food beg. Zebede was just happy to listen to his idol at all.

As the hours ticked by and the guts rounded out, the two Z's examined their gains. They flaunted their heavier behinds with pride and declared that they would never shed these pounds.

As the fanboys gathered their mementos, collected discarded laptops and canes, their guts gurgled eagerly.

They licked their lips and wondered if they'd see their fellow fanboy on the way out. Because they both had plenty of room for desert~

#//digestion #//vore #submission

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allcatsaregreyt · 6 years ago

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“i'm coming home.”

“0k.”

It's been hours since then. The Psiionic always takes a long time to come home from the capital, no one can really blame him. There's a harsh meowing coming from the back rooms; all of the animals are closed into Sollux's room. He and Mituna are sitting quietly on the couch, chewing on cold McDonald's fries because neither one had much of an appetite. The conversation's already been had between them.

Sollux told his dad he's gravid from the Signless's son, and Psiionic is livid.

Both younger Captors twitch their ears when the sound of a key at the lock happens. It's unlocked, so the rustling lasts far too many heartbeats as the door is locked, unlocked again, and then opened. A large darkskinned troll has to duck to step through the doorway, lines of age and fatigue on his his face. The door clicks behind him, and when he straightens, his larger horns nearly scrape along the ceiling. He turns, looking at his boys, red and blue bright as the day he was hatched, and for once in their suddenly short lives, there's no smiles. No one's getting up to hug their dad, there's no hello, there's just long stares and bowed heads.

Mituna twitches, unable to stay still under their father's gaze, finally settling on a bouncing knee when the keys are dropped in a dish near the door.

“Doez anyone want to tell me how thiz happened?”

His voice is deep, with the kind of gravel that comes from not speaking for long stretches of time. His fangs are large and it affects his speech, same as it does the other boys, but he hardens his s's between clenched teeth to forgo his own lisp.

“How did what happen?”

There's no fire behind Sollux's sass, and Mituna says silent while Psii sighs, coming around the couch so he can stand in the livingroom with his two children. He just... looks at them. Looks at how they've grown without him, little differences between now and the last time he did see them that he doesn't know the context to, may never know. When did Sollux get piercings? When did Mituna get that notch in his ear?

When did he stop being their dad?

“Zollux.... Zolaze?”

Sollux appreciates that even angry, his dad is trying with the information he'd been given, and corrects him softly.

“Sollux...”

“Zollux. What were you thinking?”

“About my future.”

“Your future? You're nineteen, a grub iz your whole life!”

Sollux flinches then bristles, about to shout back, about to say something about Psii knowing all about a grub being his whole life, but his voice is trapped in his throat when instead it's Mituna that answers.

“And I wath eight when you left me in charge of a wiggler!”

The largest troll balks, eyes snapping to his eldest son. Mituna quivers, shaking caused by some unknown emotion, and he hisses. “You don't get to have a thss-ssszz..thsay in our livethz when you're not part of it, Dad!”

That causes him to silence, Sollux's shoulders hunching over. The youngest clutches around his belly, anxiety spiking, ears pinning back. The Psiionic rubs his face, then carefully sits down next to his youngest.

“So a future. What future. You plan on balanzing zchool, a child, relationzhipz, work, and your homelife? What do you think you're going to be dealing with, Zollux?”

Mituna's heard this, he's heard it all before already, so he gets up, tripping on the table and cursing and kicking it before disappearing into the kitchen to fidget and rummage. Sollux is left to explain it, and yeah, he's thought about it. He's thought about all of that. He's not alone. He's got Karkat, he's got Saness. Maybe Eridan?

“Ampora?”

“Shut up, I'm still talking.”

School is online, work is online. He's making decent money, he's got programming grants from doing well in highschool. It might be tight, and hard, but he'll manage. He'll make it work. He's looked into things, they've been talking about this for months.

“Monthz??”

“Dad.”

Eventually, every shaky thing he can towards the preparation is out on the table, and the Psiionic presses his elbows to his knees, looking so small for such a tall man. His carding his fingers through thinning hair, silver hairs visible in the light from the lamp. He's at a loss of what to do, this is permanent. Stopping it isn't an option, and even if it was, it's not his choice.

“I'm going to go to the bank.”

This has Sollux's head tilting, and Mituna pops out of the kitchen with loose salami hanging out of his mouth to eavesdrop better.

“I thought the account was locked to changes.”

Psii chews his lip.

“I can pick lockz, and I know who haz the key. You boyz need it more than the bank doez.”

Sollux is in stunned silence. He knows how much is in there, he's the one who manages the bills. Digits that, until now, didn't mean anything. Being able to use that... well. He, Mituna. The grub, they could grab themselves a better life than a shitty apartment on top of a hivestem, struggling for medications and better than fast food most nights.

Finally, finally, the Psiionic gets the hugs he was so sorely missing, golden tears and fluffy hair and snuffly sounds and promises that he could maybe, maybe keep. When they settle, he smiles at his boys, and takes the time to change to a more lighthearted topic.

“Zo, when did we get catz?”

From the back room, an indignant meow, like all the others that had rung through the arguing.

“Oh man, you are NOT going to believe thith,” and Sollux doesn't even stop Mituna from explaining.

#plot #solo rp #pregnancy//

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spookythesillyfella · 1 month ago

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HI SPOOKY... i've been meaning to ask you lately but haven't had the moment of my anxiety being nice to me, can you tell me a bit more about tony in your AU? or really maybe explain some dynamics to me? i've been eager to hear about others stories lately since i get inspired by others creativity generally speaking!! :) take your time replying and feel free to explain as much as you'd love to.. i really thrive off long paragraphs of explanation/nf UHH other than that just know i appreciate how supportive you are of me!!! thank you for everything and being one of my favorite mutuals on here!!! hope you rest well as well when you go to sleep. we're all here for you!!

OH YOU WANNA MEOW ABOUT TONY ???? ABOUT MR SIR MEOW ???? ABOUT THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE ????

ABSOLUTELY !!!!!!!!

so LETZ TALK CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPZ

ill talk about thiz in a sort of brief section since i really would like to reveal more about them through my writing projectz – tonie was chester'z younger sister ; he found her when toine was an individual with no home . no family . no support in the slightest . and thusly decided to take her in and . subsequently . take care of her – they became extremely close and the effectz of their relationship still leave a mark on the current day . as im sure you could've guessed

with sketchbook . tony iz equally az close . if not moreso – having went through the experience of lozing someone who he held onto so dearly . he only became more protective towards them . but also colder towards the outer world ; to tony . sketchbook iz exactly the one completely pure element left in the world

tony and colin are close . really close – they've been committed to one another for quite a while now ; they're a very loving pair . although at the beginning tony waz very on the fence about him [although he'z like that with every new perzon he meetz] – probably what bondz them together most iz the desire to help the other overcome their troublez – with tony trying to keep hiz partner safe and make sure nothing bad happenz to him . and colin trying to aid him in working through all theze intrusive and depressive thoughtz and tendenciez he exhibitz quite often

[sidenote . i have divulged a bit more about them in some fanfics . namely "The Frigid Breeze Should Take Your Mind Off Things" and "Dreaming..." . so maybe check them out if you even feel like it . or don't . itz up to you ..]

tony haz a very strange relationship with tracey ; since they hang around with people that tony doezn't really know very well and becauze they're away from home often . tony getz very frustrated over even the possibility that there'z a possible tragic event that he cannot prevent and / or being unable to say hiz final goodbyes . much like last time something akin to thiz haz happened – tracey . in turn . findz his worry to be pointless . and thinkz of him az just being overbearing and controlling ; they still acknowledge the fact it'z cauzed by an unstable mental state . but refuze to bring up the conversation with him

tony and shrignold have a less than favorable dynamic going on ; with tony'z fear of insectz and shrignold'z own terror of intimidating men that correlatez to his Father . they're stuck in thiz perpetual cycle of basically being afraid of being near one another and or touching each other [fun fact : becauze of the fact shrig iz set to be a god in the future . he'z a religious symbol . meaning that tony touching him for too long leadz to hiz skin burning – since he'z a vampyre still ahaha]

with brendon . tony getz along surprizingly well – not in a "oohh !!! let'z go and skip through flower fieldz and talk about how much we adore one another !!!" in a vain similar to sketch . but rather in a "i respect your talent and the effort you put into what you make – you have my full attention whenever you speak" ; the bond is mutual . az brendon also viewz tony az a figure of inspiration and even a sort of ideal – hopez that in the future . maybe he can end up az skilled at writing az tony

tony doezn't like larz

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!!!! i was honestly planning on going on an even longer rant . featuring detailz about tonyz backstory . but i realized that it would probably be too long and alzo very confuzing – i thought merely touching up on dynamicz and bondz would be best for now . especially since i hope to reveal more about my characterz through my writing X3

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