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inkskinned · 1 month ago
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we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.
"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."
i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.
you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"
i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.
what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.
i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.
"don't make a big deal about this," you said.
this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.
"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.
you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."
the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.
afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."
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metalmaul · 1 year ago
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🌻 sup
hello hello I still have your discord message to reply to but I have been so not in the headspace for For Real conversation for what feels like 4 days but has probably been more like 4 weeks. I'm sorry. this happens with me a lot you will come to know. i think you're very cool and still very much want to be better pals still, I am just brain cursed etc.
anyways, I keep typing out these way too oversharey too-fucking-long rambling derailing the actual story posts for this for like HOURS AT A TIME. I'm very skilled in wasting time this way.
but I am going to try again to just. tell. this one story. with minimal background. note: I definitely failed at this, this is still 70000 miles long, but it's getting fuckig posted I said a thing I did it
this is a tale of a teacher that worked at my middle school that had known both of my parents closely when she was young, but had no idea that they got together and had children, and I got to tell her that happened with my existence in front of her as very tangible proof
under a readmore for courtesy reasons
so, as briefly as I can this time, I won't go into all of the reasons, but the fact that my parents got married and had children is what I refer to as a "cosmic fluke."
quick-facts
1.) they only hooked up because they vaguely found each other entertaining at parties. my mom is not really very attracted to my dad physically, my dad probably is attracted to my mom but at that time he actually had a huge thing for her friend and not her. my mom was only supposed to be in her home state for a short, temporary amount of time, and fully intended to go back to several states away where she had been building her own life already. she was real young and probably just wanted to have fun— definitely had NO plans on any long-term shacking up with my dad of all people, but, as with many cases of youth, there was a surprise pregnancy involved. marriage followed, and another child (me :]) they considered having another child, but 4 year old me told them not to do that lmfao.
2.) my father is not even remotely close to my mother's type. she has never dated anyone else similar to him at all. we have even discussed this before. he is the "one of these things is not like the others" on her permanent record and he just happens to be the guy she was married with children with. there is no possibility that she ever will date anyone like him ever again. my dad, well, he could date someone else like my mom, but I'm certain that would not last very long.
3.) my mom comes from a no-money, broke-ass, hillbilly, HUGE, Loudly Dysfunctional family. my dad comes from a very financially stable, stuck-up, standards so high that they can't even reach them, we're better than you, small, Quietly Dysfunctional family. they were and still are worlds away from each other despite being in close physical proximity.
from point 3: if one were to know these things, like the teacher in the story I'm going to tell, of Who my mom's family were, and Who my dad's parents are, they would have to assume that there would be No Fucking Chance In Hell that my dad's parents would have been kind, accepting, and/or welcoming to my mother were they to find out she would be the mother of their first ever grandchildren. this assumption would be correct, because they were not nice to her!! (over time, they came around to her for completely different reasons & at different points, but my parents have been split up for 2 decades & the damage is done.)
4.) my parents do not embody "opposites attract;" rather, they're a pretty telling story of how you should have enough in common with a partner that you can share more together than a handful of TV shows you both agree on, some foods, and select bands that everyone who liked rock music in the 1990s liked anyway. maybe that seems like enough things, but trust me, this is not enough things, and they're not important enough things. additionally, my dad has not gained almost any interests at all since 1991. there are some new TV shows he likes. there are some new foods that he's tried. the guy does not get into stuff. my mother gets into something entirely fucking random bi-weekly and then gets bored of it, sometimes abandoning it forever, sometimes looping back around. sometimes, her new interests actually stick and become the gates of a new era of what the fuck she's got going on. considering they did not have very much in common to begin with, my mom found my dad's interests stale and even irritating very quickly, whereas my dad cannot keep up with my mom even a little bit and finds that to be very annoying. these two have served as a poster child in my life of two people who have no fucking chemistry whatsoever. they do have love for each other, though, but it's not the kind of love that a romantic relationship requires. there's never going to be a spark there.
from point 4: here's an additional short story that my mom loves to tell me and I love to re-tell before we get to the actual story. when i was about 5 years old, my parents, my brother, and myself were sitting in the car together. nothing was really happening, but i was always a quiet observational child, and I had been looking at my parents in front of me for some amount of time. out of nowhere, I said to them "you two have nothing in common with each other." this is a story that I don't personally remember, but I definitely believe I said. it has haunted my mother since it happened, possibly my father too but I don't want to ask him. can of worms. at the time, neither of them knew what to say, and I guess things became quieter and more awkward. this story is the kind of thing I feel like I'm going to miss out on by not having kids; I want the fabric of my soul torn apart in that way only a child can make happen. BUT, the fact was that I was completely right about it. I mean, if a kid who's hardly been on the planet can make that kind of observation, it's like an inevitable death sentence for your failing marriage. in some respect, I saw that these two people were not into each other, but of course i didn't understand the full extent of what that meant at the time. they sure did. probably anyone around them did.
possibly, people they hadn't spoken to in what felt like a lifetime ago wouldn't even be able to put those pieces into a fitting puzzle, which brings us finally to the story.
HOW I GOT TO BE SOMEONE'S MINOR EXISTENTIAL CRISIS FOR A DAY AND NEVER SAW HER EVER AGAIN
back when I was in middle school, there was a teacher that was a stand-out amongst my friends that had her.
my school did that thing where they separate the students into smaller groups— they did it by color, so there was like the "blue" 7th graders and the "gold" 7th graders, etc.
if my friends and i weren't in the same color unit, the only times I would see them during the day would be at lunch or sometimes gym classes. otherwise, we'd be on totally opposite sides of the building.
the school wasn't very big (we were crammed like fucking sardines in there, actually, it was way too fucking small,) but these divisions were enough that you were pretty unlikely to meet core subject teachers that you didn't have if they weren't on the same side as you.
this was the case with this beloved teacher that I had heard so much about at the time. frankly, I don't remember any of it, just that they all liked her, which made me feel like she had to be a pretty nice lady.
for some reason or another, I must have mentioned her to my mom at some point. my mom had, like, a spit-take reaction that i know I couldn't have been expecting, and told me that this teacher had the same name of a girl who was, at one point during her childhood, Her Best Friend. she also told me that, if this was the person that she thought it was, she would have Also known my dad, because at a later point in time they were teenaged co-workers.
i don't remember if i told/asked my dad about this back then or several years after when I had finally met her, but I do know at some point I told him about it too and he was also like hunched over distant memory laughing confirming that he had worked with her at one of his first jobs, and it was wild to him too that suddenly his kid was talking about this girl from his past like that.
now, it actually was not uncommon for teachers to have known either side of my family for several reasons. my dad's family is really small, but my health teacher in that school once rattled off every single fucking one of their names to my face in front of the class upon hearing my surname. it's not even a memorable surname, she just knew every single member of my fucking family personally. this sometimes could be incredibly irritating. there was a gym teacher that I guess taught my dad that wasn't even ever my teacher that INSISTED upon calling me his name every time she saw me which pissed me off something royal at the time.
that all being said, this was a little different. there weren't a lot of people who my parents were doing double-takes about like that, particularly in my mom's case where they were best friends for a time.
even more unique was the fact that this teacher knew my parents entirely separately. the points of time that she knew either of them were both before my parents knew each other.
neither of my parents had contacted this woman in decades, and she never knew that these two completely unrelated people to her life ever had kids or got married.
I pocketed that information as intriguing, and it made me want to meet this teacher and talk to her more than I had before when I just figured she was nice, but during my run in middle school it just never happened for various reasons. it wasn't really all that important, but I was a little disappointed about it.
years later, sometime when I was in high school... maybe like junior year, or something? it was probably during finals or something like that because I feel like we had more free time than usual to do something like this... some of my friends who had attended that middle school with me made a plan to walk there after school was out.
our middle school wasn't super close to our high school, but it wasn't too bad of a walk, so off we went.
we had a really nice time, actually. it sucks that my memory is so spotty that I can't remember more clearly who i wound up visiting. i more than likely saw the one teacher there that liked me the best by a long-shot. she bought me the entire twilight series, which I had never expressed any interest in, probably because I was a fucking emo kid and she thought I would like it ahahaha. there were plenty of teachers who did not feel nice things towards me lol. i remember we saw our spanish teacher because he was one of those teachers every kid likes.
my clearest memory of who was super excited to see me and I wasn't really expecting that was one of the librarians. I mean she knew who I was and was so happy I had come by to say hi to her. what's sad is I remember that, but I don't remember anything about her. I don't remember what her name was, what she looked like, and I don't even really remember using the library all that much but I guess I must have. but she gets her own section in this story because she made me feel really special that day. I think my friends had split up with me to see someone else when I went to see her, either that or the kids I was with just weren't as exciting to her as I was, which as I said..... I really didn't expect that at all. there have been a handful of times where that's happened to me with teachers, particularly because I was really a terrible student. I was polite but that's all I had going for me. and I know I didn't turn my library books in on time fucking ever. some people are kind. it was always really nice when somebody gave a shit that I was there to the point of happiness.
anyways, we visited some teachers that my friends had had but I never did, which I just stood quietly and politely alongside them for.
then came the one that had almost got away, the favorite teacher of my friends who did not know me even a little bit, but I Knew Her.
I waited for my pals to catch up with her and all. she really did seem super nice, and I bet she was a great teacher!
i would have liked to have her, although by not having her I did have that other teacher I mentioned that really liked me for no reason and bought me the twilight books at her own personal expense i guess just because i was emo so she thought I would like them. i didn't, but it was nice of her. it's pretty funny to remember that though. she must have been like "this kid has Got to be into twilight" meanwhile all the books I was reading in her class were like... just the regular kind of sad. I really wasn't that big into fantasy back then, and there was that huge boom for it at the time that i basically skipped out on. I only ever read the first twilight book and I swear to god I remember going "that's a good enough ending for me" and never picked up another one in my life lmfao.
anyways, I let my friends catch up with this lady til they were all squared away, and then I decided to introduce myself.
I said something like "hello, you don't know me, but you know my parents." she was obviously "??? go on" type intrigued, as you would be.
then I told her who my parents were, and the LOOK on this poor woman's face trying to melt all of this information together was so fucking priceless.
she kept going like "I never knew they got together.... THEY got MARRIED??"
sis was flabbergasted. she did have a little trip down memory lane talking about my parents, she mentioned the same details that my parents had to me even, although I don't really remember much of that.
mostly just that this was kind of a golden ticket opportunity for my chaotic nature that I got to enact. I love chaos where there's really no harm done, but it does fuck with somebody's brain a little bit enough to throw them off-course for a few minutes. i don't know why I enjoy that, but I do. i hate pranks with a furious passion, but I do like things like this.
i basically rolled into this lady's day to deliver a telegram from her past but in the form of a twilight zone episode. i was the all-too real physical surreal punchline of two people she had once known that came together to make another person that she Never knew about for like 16+ years (with my brother being older than I was, even longer than that) and there was just nothing to do about that other than absorb the information. which I found fun. no ill-will intended, she really did seem super nice. I just couldn't resist that.
I mean, can you imagine if you found out your best friend when you were like 10 years old and the guy you worked at jimmy john's with when you were 16 that had fucking NOTHING to do with each other, AND YOU KNEW THERE HAD TO BE NO FUCKING WAY THEIR FAMILIES WERE HAPPY ABOUT IT ON TOP OF IT ALL, those two people got MARRIED and had BABIES when you weren't looking?
i do have to add in that she definitely did not mention my parents' whole glaring social class problem, however I would have to imagine she'd have been wondering about that. because if you knew both families, there's just no getting around it. ESPECIALLY if she knew them back in the Fucking Day.
and, funnily, my parents found it just as shocking, somehow, merely that she worked at the school that their child attended and they vaguely knew who she was. my parents were losing their minds like That was crazy.
like the fact that I exist and said a couple sentences to her could have been like meeting the eraserhead baby for her, I'll never know exactly. but my mom and dad were like SHE TEACHES AT YOUR SCHOOL ?!?;!?;
after this happened, I know I told my mom that I finally met her and told her all that, but I don't really remember that conversation at all. again, idk if I had actually talked to my dad about it before, or if I didn't tell him about it until after I had met her. if I did tell him before idk if I told him I met her after. maybe I did. so much of life is blurry to me.
but I do remember this as a unique opportunity that I jumped on when I got the chance
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shaykai · 1 month ago
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Still thinking about Gortash’s coronation and how smoothly he cuts a Durge off from their companions (and wishing we had a follow up with that)
The first words out of his mouth are that he cares about them- anybody else who remembers Durge has only distain for them, but not him- he’s happy to see them, he missed them, they’re his favorite assassin and he’s only glad to see them alive
And then he takes it a step further by providing insight into their past, something Ketheric refused to do for them- and Gortash isn’t dumb. He knows exactly how Durge’s companions will react, knows that he’s effectively outing Durge when he so easily could have pulled them to the side instead
And when their companions snap at them and refuse to look at them, Gortash is still smiling. Suddenly, he’s the nicest person in the room. Suddenly, everything is unstable and dangerous- but he likes you. He’s sitting there with open arms while the companions are rightfully so mad with Durge, but Gortash is more than happy to resume their alliance
He’s more than happy to be their sole source of comfort again, and isn’t he just so sweet for that?
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triona-tribblescore · 9 months ago
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We are once again projecting godawful insomnia onto leo uvu
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atompalace-official · 4 months ago
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Super Mario Wonder Girls! ⭐️🍄🧡💕✨
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choccy-milky · 3 months ago
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part 3 to my modern AU 💞🍺 (part 1 / part 2)
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surskip · 1 year ago
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little robot guy. movable eyes
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blighted-lights · 4 months ago
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ravage is #1 personal space stealer and heater, 10/10 would recommend having him as an amica. usually he'd be sleeping curled around soundwave's head but the other cassettes are out harassing starscream on patrol, so soundwave's chest is free real estate
anyways send me asks with ur soundwave and ravage hcs and mayhaps i'll draw them soon
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miss-psyson · 5 months ago
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Super Mario "Yeah" buttons I've made for a silly Twitter trend that I thought I'll share ❤️
(Art obviously not made by me. And anyone is free to use them! Have fun!! ^^)
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chalkrub · 4 months ago
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attack for @plaiesancier !
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obsob · 10 months ago
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oooooooooough i love you i love you i love you!!!! hand in loving hand !!!!!!
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that-g3-artist · 6 months ago
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happy mermay! have some fish boys
(Buy me a coffee? Requests are open!)
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teddybeartoji · 6 months ago
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im gnawing at puppy!satoru.... like pookie.... i didnt know I'd be obsessed with that.......... IM DESPERTLY WAITING FOR PUPPY!SATORU 😭 😭 😭
18+ mdni; gn!reader
puppy!satoru, who sits in front of your bed with the biggest and prettiest wide-eyes. tears pool in the corners of them, wetting his angelic eyelashes in the most beautiful way. a pretty baby blue collar hangs from his neck – it's tied to one of your desk's legs and it's the only thing that's keeping him from lunging at you. whimpers fall from his wet lips and drool dribbles down his chin; his tongue hangs from his mouth as he pants in desperation. he wants to taste, he wants to touch – but he's being punished right now.
he has been a bad pup.
a muzzle rests on his face, the straps sink into his soft flushed cheeks and you can already see the faint red marks that they're leaving on his perfect skin. you almost feel bad. almost. his hands are tied behind his back and he's completely at your mercy.
sitting down on his knees, he slightly bounces up and down on his legs just to get some relief. his tail thumps against the floor so hard that you can hear it. his fuzzy ears are bent back and he looks oh, so cute like this. they flop a little every time he raises his hips from the ground and you coo at him.
the sudden murmur makes them perk up again, his eyes growing even bigger than before. please, please, please. you grin at him from your place on your shared bed.
the thing he desires the most, the heaven that sits right between your legs, your soft thighs – it's exactly at his eye-level. this is pure torture.
he watches you touch yourself, play with yourself with slow movements; he can see the slick glistening on your sensitive skin and he'd do anything to lick you clean. he just wants to make you feel good! white tufts of hair fall in front of his eyes; they're starting to cling to his forehead from the way he's sweating. it's too hot in the room - he's not even wearing anything other than he stupid collar!
his rock hard cock bobs in the air, his balls twitching every time it hits his own lower belly. there's pre-cum smeared all over his happy trail and he's making such a big mess even without your help. your dirty pup...
another pretty little mewl tumbles from his swollen lips and he tugs harshly at his leash, but winces when it doesn't let up. a soft gasp followed by loud panting, his tail smacks against the floor. c'mon, he's being so good. he's so good for you. please, just let him taste you.
"does puppy wanna play, hm?"
his eyes roll back into his head at your sultry voice and he's nodding his head so strongly that he starts to feel a little dizzy. the collar around his neck only seems to be getting tighter and tighter, his airways getting blocked by his suffocating desire. a glob of pre-cum spills from his slit and it slides down the side of his shaft. he feels it. he imagines you wiping it off with your finger, with your mouth. he's so fucking hard.
his eyes are glued to your center – his least meal, his only solution to his unquenchable thirst. he wants to bury his nose into your crotch, he wants to breathe you in, he wants you to be the only thing on his mind.
(as if you aren't just that already.)
more. he needs more.
the silk ropes around his wrist dig into him, and even those just seem to be getting tighter by the second. he can't stop moving around, he can't sit still – he's the one that's making it worse. it hurts.
he likes it.
satoru's glassy eyes follow your free hand as it trails all over your thigh and your stomach and he can't surpress the saddest little whine that crawls up his throat. your lips stretch into a wide grin while raising your hand to play with your nipple. your other hand stays playing with yourself, filling the room with the slick delicious sounds.
you watch him lick his lips, you watch him pant, you watch him yank at the collar again – he's like a magnet, drawn to you always and forever.
he humps the air and a tear falls from the corner of his eye.
"aww... you crying, puppy?" voice far from sincere, his cock twitches. your teeth sink into your lower lip and your eyebrows furrow in a fake, mocking expression. "oh, you poor thing..."
his sharp fangs glimmer in the low lights of the room. "please..."
his tail swishes behind him, he can't help himself. he has no control over his own body.
"please what, baby?"
"taste, please, can i have a taste?"
you laugh at his neediness and you hear the little metal parts of his collar cling together. he's getting impatient now. "i don't know... can you?"
pushing yourself off your back, you crawl over to your pup. he's sitting so pretty, harboring a big aching mess between his legs. you reward him with another teasing coo as you situate yourself on the edge of the bed – close enough for him to drown in your scent but far enough to shed another miserable tear.
his eyes fall shut as he lets you properly fill his nostrils, all of his senses. a shiver runs down his spine when he feels your fingers on the side of his face and his pretty blues snap open in an instant. he's staring up at you – hungry and eager to please, ready to take whatever you'll give him—
—ready to give whatever you'll take.
you push his head back a little, tilting his head so he's getting a good look at you. in this position, you tower over him so easily and he feels like putty in your hands. combing through his hair, you scratch right behind his ear and watch him lean into your touch with hearts in your eyes.
but then you tug on his white strands, intoxicated by the smallest sounds that keep falling from him. forcing him to keep his gaze on you, you widen your legs in front of him. it's so, so hard for him to obey you, to be good, when it's right there. his lip wobbles behind the restriction and another quiet plea echoes the room.
"are you gonna behave, puppy?"
"yes." the speed at which he answers is almost ridiculous, but you can't tease him for it. not when your own stomach fills with butterflies aswell. you want him just as much.
loosing the grip in his hair, you let him slowly sink toward your center; he keeps his eyes on you, not daring to look away for even a second. the scent is so strong now, his balls twitch as pre-cum dribbles down them. just another inch, just a little more. he's right there. right fucking there.
the muzzle barely bumps against your crotch and eyes fall shut with a dramatic sigh. his ears flop down so fucking cutely; he's literally a breath away but the damn thing is in his way, it's ruining him, it's killing him. and to add to that, it seems like the collar is just about an inch too short aswell because there's a big vein running on the side of his neck – a clear sign of him not getting enough air.
but he doesn't pull away. his tail thumps, it never stopped. he bounces on his heel and tilts his head to meet your gaze again. he rests his cheek on against your thigh and you take the second to admire the mess he's made already. his skin is all flushed, from his chest and up to the tips of his ears; red markings peek from behind the straps of the muzzle – the contrast between those and his marble skin is just exceptional.
drool trickles through the miniature cage and straight down onto your thigh but you don't mind. he looks absolutely fucked out like this. you allow yourself to card through his hair again, unable to keep your hands off of him for more than two minutes and he hums at your soft touch.
"such a cute, pup, hm?"
you cradle his jaw as best as you can and hold his face to yours again before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto the muzzle, just above where his nose would be. and then another to the side of the thing. he squirms in your hold, overwhelmed by your sudden touches. he feels like he's going to melt into a puddle when you press the next one to his jaw.
he can smell your arousal. it's... so fucking good. he hums as he tries to nuzzle further into you. all he can think about is filling you up and giving you his knot. c'mon, he's been so, soooo good... he deserves it, right?
you will let him breed you, right? you're gonna let him have a taste? gonna let him pump you full? gonna let him give you his knot?
right?
+ @staryukis & @ohimsummer hiiiiiiii guuuyss.... puppyboy!satoru on my mind so i just had to tag you two too hehehehe:333
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fluffyartbl0g · 1 year ago
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Everytime I go into the Zosopp tag, I just see people SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING about the lack of posts IN the Zosopp tag. THE ZOSOPP ECONOMY IS IN SHAMBLES
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egophiliac · 1 year ago
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so on the subject of the "Crowley is secretly Revaan/Laverne/Levin/please Twst give us his name" theory, I think my feelings are best summed up as "I don't really buy it, but it's funny". like, in all seriousness, I'm not opposed to it; I have enjoyed the writing in Twst so far and I'm willing to trust that whatever happens will, you know, make sense and not be terrible. but I'm just not really convinced by the current evidence! maybe that'll change once we learn more, we'll see!
with that said, may I propose a few alternate theories about the possible Crowley/Revaan connection:
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#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#on this installment of things nobody asked but i'm going to talk about anyway#disclaimer that this is mostly a joke please don't get mad at me#(legit no shade to anyone) (speculation is one of the fun things about an ongoing fandom and you never know what'll turn out to be true!)#more seriously i do think there may be some connection that just isn't clear yet#but the more little breadcrumbs we get about what revaan was like the more i think crowley just doesn't act like him#i adore crowley don't get me wrong#(yes he's a dipshit. this is a feature not a bug.)#but like.#not to harp on the scene about lilia's nrc invitation (i am absolutely going to harp on it)#i do not believe that crowley would go through the trash to fish out the pieces and put them back together and save them#just because it was lilia's. just because lilia might want it again someday.#crowley can ✨yasashii✨ all he wants but we know what he's like#and i REALLY do not believe that lilia wouldn't recognize him. i didn't believe it before and i extra don't believe it now.#then again i do tend to be incredibly off about speculation so! who knows! i will trust the writing for now!#i do 100% believe that meleanor would fall in love with the world's biggest dumbass and then double down super hard. that part tracks.#that said i have decided that ambrose being revaan is actually the funnier option just because it would make crowley SO mad#it wouldn't make sense for him to be mad about it and that would just make him madder
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mintghostko · 2 months ago
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Empyrean!
Empyrean Weeping’s Leo was the first thing to cross my mind when I saw this prompt so of course I had to draw him (^^ゞ I just think the way empyrean is used in this au is really really (two reallys) cool  :)
Empyrean Weeping belongs to @cupcakeslushie and the original Rise August prompt list was made by @sariphantom :)
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