#nighty talks

[xxnghtclls]

Sukuna‘s appearance

There are moments that always stuck with me since we know that Sukuna said he was a „cursed and unwanted little wretch“. I think we can definitely assume what he was born with a deformed face and the four arms, causing him to be treated like shit in his youth.

Him going at Haruta „what‘re you lookin at?“ or saying „don‘t look at me without permission“ strikes to me as if it‘s a natural reaction to how ppl must have perceived and reacted to him.

Adding to those moments are the ones where he’s constantly fixing his hair or mocking Yuji’s appearance or preferring Megumi’s face. I think it’s safe to assume that Sukuna‘s OG appearance definitely was something he had to deal with back in the day.

[sophianightdreamer]

A (banal, silly/serious) concept.

Thomas and Martha Wayne survive.

It changes absolutely nothing.

Bruce Wayne still becomes Batman.

...

Whenever or not the Waynes get saved by passing samaritans of any - mundane, magical or alien, crossover or original - kind (the first reason this idea came to me) is a secondary concern.

The point is, by the predestination or rule or law, a young Bruce after a frightening night looks at a bat, looks at the general state of Gotham and comes to an exact same decision to the one made in grief.

And and same broody attitude, so he is Just Like That naturally. Thomas and Martha are surprisingly supportive of his undertaking (well, they live in Gotham).

Also, there's great comedy potential in "I am the Vengeance, I am the Night... Oh, good morning, Mom, I was just going to bed" (and this is the second reason) as a routine.

Back into more serious gear, Spoiled Rich Idiot Manchild Son Of Known Philanthropes is even more of an ironclad cover for a moody vigilante than simply Spoiled Rich Idiot Manchild. Or civilian Bruce may, as to not damage his parents' respectable reputation, be a reclusive nobody, or a volunteering pacifist. A lot of routes, here.

Okay, it came to me while workshopping a crossover about a slightly different gear-wise Batman who is mentored and backed by aliens but retains the same image and attitude, but then the idea of even less changes between timelines came.

[nights-flying-fox]

Thinking about how in centaurworld Horse and the Nowhere King parallel so well.

Both end up changing, both hate the way they change (im talking about Horse hating how she is now unrecognizable to Rider). While one destroys herself (or attempts to), the other one destroys others. While one decides to try to be better for the people she loves, the other decides to try more and more to go back to what he was not caring about who he hurts.

[xxnghtclls]

idk if you know this but whenever you send me a really nice ask or comment about how my art or fic affected you (maybe even personally) I always screenshot it so I don't loose it in the depth of my accs and I will read them over and over again. It makes me so proud and happy.

yeah sex is cool I guess

but have you ever had someone leave a comment with a paragraph-long review of your fanfic containing genuine praise, thorough criticism, and an in-depth analysis of all the lore hints you dropped that you spent ages intricately crafting

[xxnghtclls]

I can‘t express how bad I need to suck his fingers and especially his thumb like … they are so thick but bony at the same time? Gege you’re edging us fr…

[nights-flying-fox]

Anyone else also surprised that Greece for the first time ever (probably) didn't give 12 points to Cyprus, or is it just me?

[cephydeluxe]

most Simeon/MC fics r kyute as hell, but a lot of them focus simeon's reason for "falling" (aka: disobeying father's rule of never extending a human's life by stealing the ring of light) as solely because he loves mc,

and like..... that's ok 😐 and all, but I feel like it kinda narrows simeon's character a bit ((but the following thoughts below r my interpretation so take this more as appreciation than a criticism of any other interpretations of simeon))

Simeon, regardless of whether or not it's reciprocated, still feels brotherly love for the brothers. They were once his brothers, and when it came time to wage war against them in the name of their Father, he refused to fight them and was demoted.

His love for his family made him refuse God's orders because the idea of harming his family was worse than the disapproval of God.

"ok well what does this have 2 do w the ring of light" shut up ill get 2 that >:(

I'm not gonna recap much cause my phone's at like 8% idgaf srry 😒. The only important parts is that mc's existence and pacts w the brothers is highly unstable and causing chaos in the three realms, and the only ways to fix it are to either kill lucifer with the night dagger, or to obtain the ring of light from the celestial realm.

So it's either trade lucifer's life for mc's, or steal the ring from micheal. The ring is immediately ruled out because demons can't enter the celestial realm, and it would probably (most definitely) cause a political shitstorm if a demon did steal it.

So the only option left is to kill lucifer, and right as mc is given the choice of killing him or themself, here comes Simeon, fresh from the celestial realm with the stolen ring of light in tow

Now, most fics tend to depict these events as simeon risking his status as archangel (an already unstable position given his refusal to fight during the war) as a huge romantic sacrifice because of his love for mc.

And that's,, cute ig but there is so many more things going on in that scene (2 me at least, solmare isn't really known 4 their writing 🫢)

Simeon's sacrifice in stealing the ring, in potentially incurring the wrath of God, in committing the same sin Lilith did to be disowned and even killed by their shared Father, and in risking his home he was raised and lived in for his entire life,

was both for his family that he has missed for thousands of years and for the person who healed them when he himself was unable to.

The TSL series (written by Simeon before the exchange program) are a retelling of the events between the avatars and mc. Even after they are cast out of heaven for treason and simeon is demoted for not wanting to hurt them, he still cares about them and wants the best for them, writing stories about them and their "Henry".

Even if the brothers treat him coldly and distantly, he still cares about them deeply enough that the prospect of killing lucifer? Their eldest brother?

The one who constantly does everything in his power to keep the rest of his family safe after the death of his sister?

The one who traded his loyalty to the demon prince after just landing after being thrown out of his home?

It's completely unthinkable to Simeon.

So that just leaves MC, then. The reincarnation of Lilith and the friend of all seven brothers, even after being violently killed by one of them,

(belphie, cough cough)

Still accepts all of them and keeps them together, and at this point in the story, is practically welcomed as a fixture in their messy yet tight-knit family.

For MC to sacrifice themself for the brothers would be to break them, to leave another unfillable void in their hearts like Lilith did so many years ago. The moment things would return to normal and Lucifer regained his memories would be devastating, knowing that yet again he failed to keep his family safe and whole.

Grief for MC's death would be felt far and wide, Simeon included.

Both outcomes of using the night dagger are unthinkable to Simeon, both causing unimaginable grief for everyone.

So the ring of light is all that remains.

It's a no-brainer, really.

Angels aren't restricted from the celestial realm, and if the ring is stolen by an angel, it has a way less likely chance of falling back on the devildom, on the fragile peace him and many others have worked so hard to facilitate between the three realms.

So what if the consequences will primarily fall upon Simeon alone, it matters little to the certain disaster either outcomes of wielding the night dagger will bring. Both Lucifer and MC will be unharmed, and the chaos will end.

But could you imagine the feelings he must have felt?

In the chamber where the ring of light is kept, having just snuck past Micheal, a twist in his gut from breaking the most basics of holy disciplines he has spent his entire life embodying, just staring at the ring of light in its container, the last momento of a father's love for his favorite child before disowning him.

It's a warning, a sign that tells Simeon that he will be next to fall if he takes this ring.

He takes it anyway, throwing his loyalty to God away if it means saving Lucifer, saving his family, saving the peace they've obtained without him.

A penance, maybe, for his inaction in the war, when perhaps one seraphim could've made a difference, if not win the war, then at least could've spared Lilith's life.

Can you imagine how he must have felt, standing in front of MC with the ring in his hands?

Lilith's sin that started the war wasn't just that she fell in love with a human, it was when she extended the life of her lover because of it. A clear defiance of Father's will, to negate written fate for the sake of her selfish love was what got her killed.

And here Simeon stands, staring into the eyes of her reincarnation as he offers them the ring that will save them, extend their life, and doom Simeon to walk the same path their angelic ancestor died on.

The ring is a promise, of the disownment that Simeon faces, of the pain he will endure in defying God's word as an angel (whose sole objective, down to the very fabric of his being, to the very purpose of his creation, is to embody and enforce), of the corruption of his very soul that paints his ivory feathers black.

It's also a promise of devotion, of commitment to this deadly sin, this selfless sacrifice, to the human he's fallen in love with, and to the family he longs to be close with again.

It's a vow, for all the atrocities he's willing to commit for the sake of protecting those he cherishes above all else.

It's a vow, for the deeply rooted love for the human, one who's very existence is the result of the tragic end of the angel who came before him and paved the doomed path he now walks.

Like Oroboros eating its tail, Simeon's love for the demon brothers and MC is never-ending and inevitable.

When asked, he says he wishes he could've fought with the brothers in the war, so he could "stay the same as them" and that the war weighed heavily on his mind from time to time.

Ever since he watched them be cast down to hell, he was destined to fall with them someday, too.

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(christ, this got so out of hand, this is probably a huge mess to read, srry I'm not a writer or a media analyst, this is just ramblings of someone who's got some really dramatic art to make.) simeon 4ever bby <3

(also I could make a separate post from solomon's pov where he's willing to sacrifice a pact with lucifer, something he's worked for years for a chance, just to save MC, but im sleepy goodnight)

(most of this post was written while I was listening to elden ring ost, thank u bayle the dread for making this post way more dramatic than it needed to be)

[sophianightdreamer]

Classical mistaking diminutives for names, fumbling up gendered endings along with names (there's a girl named Yuriy somewhere, I remember) and almost total lack of patronymics, but that's universal (Natasha is not a proper name, it's short for Natalya). Otherwise, some cases of general phonetic fumbling and general lack of ideas what to name people - number of people with surnames from famous writers approaches a critical threshold of some kind (Tolstoys are a whole different category - it's a still extant formerly noble bloodline, those people are aristocracy still), and names in general swing from "Tom, Dick and Harry" level of genericness to absolutely batshit insane (Sapsan Electrichka! It's just two different trains!).

Also, Russians tend to have silver hair for some reason. Like, when it's not generic foreigner blue-eyed blonde it's always downright silver or white - I think I even remember more silver/white haired anime Russians than blonde ones. I have no idea why silver specifically. It's not bad, but it's baffling.

And snow. Lots and lots of snow. Everybody's bundled up. It's always winter in Russia, and pay no mind that Scandinavia, Canada and Korea do usually have seasons when they appear. Why it's always winter? Nobody knows. Also, Russia consists of about two cities and an endless coniferous (seems to usually be pine) forest. IRL southern Siberia is rather warm, most of the forests are temperate and otherwise a good chunk of Russia is the Great Steppe.

And, since I'm born and raised in Kazakhstan, there's like two and a half Kazakhs in anime, and one of them is named Allelujah - but okay, it's Gundam, the home of Beltorchika, half of people here have insane names. I think I heard about somebody with Kazakhstan as a birthplace in TerraforMars, but I don't know enough about TerraforMars to confirm. There's also Otoyomegatari about Central Asia in general, and while the visuals are great - I think the artist got hold of some sort of illustrated encyclopedia and had it on hand, every time I read the names I step into the Twilight Zone, because they are just so random and frequently wrong. Amir is a male name, to begin with. And it's like that for almost every ethnicity involved.

This may be a question that a lot of people cannot answer because they've never seen it happen, but what's something funny or interesting that anime somehow always seems to get wrong about your country? Like even if one character is just randomly your nationality but obviously only in name, and some odd trope that has nothing to do with your country in real life, that's somehow always present?

It's not often I've seen anime/manga depicting finnish character(s), but one thing that consistently gets me is how casually Japanese creators will give female characters names that are culturally strictly male. I got sidetracked into writing a whole essay about this (twice) before I came back to my senses and spared you from it, but I will say that finnish naming conventions are very strict about gendered names, and there are like 5 truly gender-neutral traditional finnish names, which are all so old-fashioned and rare that I've never actually met a person with one of them.

Like this is one of those beautiful examples of cultural contrast - I know next to nothing about Japanese naming conventions, but I can see how it could just genuinely not occur to someone to go look up whether it's normal to name a girl Simo or Jouko.

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

While all three of my beloved Terror Lieutenant Ships are still technically in the running for the yuri tournament, I just want to say they ARE all yuri. to me. Specifically they are all different delightful flavors of lesbian stereotype.

Hodgving for instance are hashtag girlbestfriends. Absolute Jennifer's Body situation. They are two little girls playing house and snuggling together Too Much during sleepovers and "practicing kissing". They are a maid of honor speech where it's painfully desperately obvious that she's in love with the bride. They are Good Luck Babe Dot MP3. Starts at choir practice and ends with a body count.

Hodglittle on the other hand are an actual established butch4femme couple. Hodge after three hours: Ok I'm ready to leave the house! Ned: [tossing on one final jacket on top of her five layers of clothes] Wonderful darling you look so pretty let's go. Also by established I mean yes they uhauled it immediately after meeting. And yes that was a mistake but they're In It Together Now. Codependent and loving it.

Meanwhile Nedving are just two classic useless lesbians. Probably too shy to ever even meet each other irl. Ned will just keep posting pictures of like, a pony and a lamb sleeping cuddled up in a meadow and tagging them "#me and who" while Jirv keeps liking every post and being too nervous to say a single word to her. The height of romance and repression and also agonizing stupidity.

[misteria247]

Time to go to bed before I go completely insane over human kids with fairy families and twins who travel the seas together and two old men who are totally in love and no I'm not delusional-

Anyways goodnight friends! Love y'all lots!! 💖

[grahamdollton]

[sophianightdreamer]

SEMPAI NOTICED ME!

First Draft was super effective, it seems, regardless of how much sleep deprived I was. I even forgot to attach the notes! Maaaan, the mistakes I'm seeing...

(Well, 80% of my first drafts are written while I am sleep deprived, because it comes out easier, to be polished later. Because I have sleep schedule of a maniac (I'm on Tumblr, what do you expect?) It's a rather easy thing to do, but it does make my first drafts easy identifiable as first...)

Anyway, questions open!

I actually lost quite a bit of steam at the second section, and almost fumbled the ending - I do think still it needs rearrangement.

Moreover, I kinda forgot about Roddy while and therefore rushed him in. And I'm bad with dialogue.

So, notes!

LL's characterization comes from the thesis of "a person who would get along with Roddy but is neither a Roddy 2.0 nor Drift" combined with "very tiny for a Big Robot" and "Lost Light is a festival of grieving, and names have meaning here". Somewhere in the middle he got Roddy's old Cybertronian job (because small ship, more agile, better for quick trips, oh hey, remember Firefly/Serenity? He can be a Cybertronian-proportioned Serenity). He is curious, cheery, bold but in an awkward way, has kitchy taste in aesthetics (NEON FLAME PATTERNS FOR THE GOD OF NEON FLAME PATTERNS, and he is not allowed to paint himself and deal optical damage to friend and foe alike), proud of his strong points, independent, mellow but slightly melancholic, blunt, and very welcoming to the point eager to please. He does not quite care about most things that do not affect him directly and surprisingly "larger picture" about most things which do. At his core, he is a wandering adventurer, here to join your party at any tavern, but currently he is both a taxi driver and a cargo hauler doing legal smuggling (I watched Smokey And The Bandit not too long ago, the theme song is still stuck in my head). He is very much a leap, than look guy. Roddy will talk him into a lot of things (like flamethrowers, incendiary missiles and flame decals).

Termination shock is where solar wind slows down and the end of the inner part of a given star's heliosphere. Both Voyager probes passed through ours already!

LL is an expedition ship in canon, so here he not only dreams of being of explorer, he is a very dedicated mapmaker. His job, therefore, is both guide and transportation.

LL does not retain Swerve's name because of canon Swerve's issues with being forgotten. "Swalter" is actually a bit of a incomprehensible joke: Swire is a name of an Arknights character, so the fourth wrong name was originally Salter, for FGO's Saber Alter, but then I noticed that the other names do all start with "Sw", so fsteak it became.

Prowl got crabs because LL is a courier - there is an old MLP fanfiction that builds off this exact joke, while the greater running joke is that the main character is warring with postage. Only Jazz got the accidental (on LL's part) joke.

What has broken, and what Roddy is attempting to fix is, in idea, the outer fuel lines for flamethrowers. Those probably shouldn't be welded, but those two are already scolded by Ratchet and probably are worse at mechanical engineering than me, so...

LL has those robot arms that Nemesis/Trypticon had in it's fueling room (and menaced the children with) in his hangar. Now with attachable welders!

LL has conducted repairs on himself from inside while in altmode when running express deliveries. Since he lived and delivered, those counts as successes.

And that all from the process I remember.

Titan LL!

Heavens, I love Titan LL.

...You know, since nobody's doing anything, I think I'll try something. Dibs!

.*.*.*.

Lost Light is named after a day of mourning.

He doesn't feel like it.

Perhaps it was a wish made upon the smallest of the youngest batch of Titans, brought online shortly before fires of revolution blazed across Cybertron and it's domains. For the mourning to be the least in the coming times. Perhaps they succeeded, but joke's on them. Lost Light may have been online through the times of grief, but grief does not touch his spark. It's another element of his surrounding, like floating rocks, clouds of solid something, solar winds, the works.

Well, for a given definition of "online", because, he, his batch and some older Titans were moored in random spots in the system, just away from Cybertron itself.

The new batch was mostly stationed in the shadows of Cybertron, in vain hopes of civil war going away quickly. But sometimes, when the fighting peaked and threatened to reach the moons, they were herded away and over to the system's edge, near the border of termination shock. There were a lot of visible stars here. And Primus, there was nothing more Lost Light liked more than those beautiful, beautiful stars.

The first Titans were sparked to carry their Cybertronian brethren beyond the embrace of their homeworld to the stars and defend them on the way. Not all Titans functioned as deep-space transport nowadays, but that was the original idea behind their frametype. Wayfarers.

And just when Lost Light started to go mad between moorings and itched to stretch his warp drive, because Primus and Unicron conspired to punish him specifically for his hubris, the Quintessons struck.

And Titans of Cybertron, eternal guardians they are, stood as the first line. While the little ones below scrambled around and got their priorities and slag-all in order, they stood. And together they withstood successfully. Neither Cybertron nor any planet in it's system fell to the Quintessons. It was not a clean victory, and Quints broke the lines to land incursions, but the Titans weathered enough that the little ones on the grounds were not overwhelmed. They endured the first of storms.

In the end of the beginning, the home system was safe, the civil war was over, and the Titans under the newly united Cybertronian High Command were partially reassigned to the outer fronts.

Now, Lost Light is a tiny Titan. An unusually tiny Titan by Titan standarts. He heard it was because there was a mix-up of vessels for reforging into Titanframes, and his was made from a late shipment two classes below specification.

His largest configuration houses in theory a thousand crewmembers. He prefers his smallest, which should hold above a dozen, but he does not have even a dozen of a crew anyway. He is still a Titan, and can comfortably rip into one, two, three Quint ships, but he cannot withstand a dozen, and Primus below, Quint ships in outer space come in waves and swarm like the squids they are. Instead, in this war he does he does best of what he does - he runs. He is small, his warp drives and bridge generators are the best among his batchmates, and he is fast. So he runs.

There's no Quint blockade that can stop him. Perhaps his cargo hold is not the largest, but if he is given a delivery, he will deliver it as soon as possible, come Pit or high tides. There's no escort craft that can keep up with him (and let's be honest, they are already understaffed enough that they simply can't find proper escort for his size), so he runs alone. If the Prime himself needs an express delivery, Lost Light is the Titan for the job.

He sees a lot of stars on his runs. He is pretty sure some of them are at least unclaimed, and some may be uncharted at all, so he marks them all on his maps. For later! Once the war ends, the beautiful, beautiful stars are his! He amasses a lot of maps, colors and marks them in the brightest hues his software comes with.

And some little ones even ask after the maps. Not like he hides them or something.

So, when the Prime calls, he comes.

Prime waits for him in the hanger personally. Together with the usual retinue, very much less usual very large pile of maps, boards and documents, a Perceptor hidden behind the pile of stuff (Xanthium talks about her favorite gunner a lot, when they have time to catch up), some twitchy engineer and his frequent passenger of express ferry Head Tactician Prowl.

Who has something very tiny enthusiastically crawling on him. Something so tiny, he has to recalibrate his inner and outer sensors for recordicon contact. His optics were hit in bot mode by rocks larger! Which were sometimes crawling with assorted space crustaceans! Come to think of it, thos crustaceans moved similarly...

And, because he is better at acceleration than braking, first thing Lost Light does is voice this observation.

"Prowl, sir, you've got crabs"

...

That was a start of a wonderful working relationship. Once they calm the tiny organic down from laughing, that is. It's name is Jazz, and it needs a ride home. Home which is besieged by Quintessons, and likely is near a fortified outpost, if not a starbase.

Strictly speaking, usually Titans are kept apart from organics, because they are usually very small, and tend to rot and fossilize. But since Lost Light is also very small, he got a direct invitation to an organic planet and immediately engaged his internal environmental system to produce enough oxygen. This is a chance of a lifetime!

Which brings him to his current... Problem?

The thing is, Jazz apparently has comrades. They pilot simulacrum frames specialized in Quint killing, which is very much respectable. And Lost Light's alt-mode's hangar bay may be a little tight in this configuration, but still compatible with them.

The issue is, one of those simulacrums which Lost Light got to shelter, a pleasantly painted one (flame patterns are always in vogue! No matter what anybody says!), appears to have broken down. Which made the organic inside very upset. At least he thinks it's upset, he is not very good at reading organics. Those "humans" do have fields, but they are very dull in comparison to Cybertronian ones.

The little organic with great taste is shouting what appears to be obscenities at unresponsive frame and alternates this with begging. Lost Light is floundering in his processor. The organic performs some indecipherable actions towards a fuel line of some sort with a tiny wrench. He's been at it for hours. None of the others from Jazz's makeshift warband returned yet.

This means Lost Light is responsible as the hosting Titan. Lost Light is usually alone. He does not quite know how to host other Cybertronians for prolonged periods of time, let alone organics. He hopes he maintains a nice oxygenated atmosphere.

He cannot watch this anymore. He has to gather all his confidence in his circuits and do something. Like talk to an organic without Prowl or the twitchy engineer (Swear? Swole? Swire? Swalter?) present. And, well, he'll figure how to decelerate later!

"Little one, do you require any assistance? I do have an internal welder somewhere..."

The organic startles, almost falling from it's precarious perch at the simulacrum's locked elbow joint, catches itself in time, and glances around. Then it glances up. And around again.

"I haven't hit my head that hard, yes? Is there someone here?"

"Well, yes? I mean no offence, but you're inside me"

Silence answers him, quickly broken by laughter. He remembers Jazz laughing. It is a similar laugh. He thinks he likes this laugh more.

"Well, I did not expect the ship to be speaking too. I really should not be surprised after this whole month"

At least the organic isn't despairing anymore? Lost Light thinks he can see a smile on it's face if he strains the camera.

"Technically, I'm a Titan. I'm a ship in the same way Deadlock is a,,, what you call small ground vehicle... Car? If I want to, I can be a building."

"Wait, but if you're the ship... How big do you guys come?!"

"Very. Now, little one, do you want my welder or not?"

Another wave of laughter follows.

"I do have a name!"

"You did not introduce myself"

"Cheeky. And yet, you did not introduce yourself either, big ship"

"My designation is Lost Light, and I'm the best Titan Courier this side of the galaxy"

The organic seems to finally locate his internal camera and so it points at it with it tiny wrench. Lost Light thinks it likes it's smile too.

"Well, nice to meet'cha, Lost Light. Name's Hot Rod. Now, about that welder..."

Lost Light rummages in his inventory for his favorite welder, mountable on a cargo manipulator. It is surprisingly elusive.

"I have it, I have it.... somewhere. It's been a long time since I patched up myself."

"...You patch yourself up often?"

"Nowadays not much, I'm a very good runner, and... Aha! There it is!"

Hot Rod look very, very happy to see the welder-wielding cargo manipulator. He is so much smaller than the tiniest little ones he carried. He reminds Lost Light of something that escapes his processor.

"Thanks, big ship. I hate ruptured lines. God knows when Ratch and that Swerve guy will be back"

"I'm not that big, you know. And I'm glad to be of assistance"

Despite pointed critique from the organic called Ratchet later on, Lost Light considers his skills with a welder in his internal cargo manipulator arms to be above average.

Hot Rod thinks so too, and ire of a medic shared is misery halved in Lost Light's books.

And then it hits him.

He reminds Lost Light of those beautiful, beautiful distant stars.

Lost Light prepares a very tiny datapad for a very big map.

.*.*.*.

...And here it is. I got possessed. Guest-starring my basic knowledge of astrophysics and bad jokes.

OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS TAKE ON THEM SO MUCH

[nightseeye]

Conversation hard when shit like this happens constantly

[xxnghtclls]

The thought of getting ding donged missionary by Sukuna is my Ryomen Empire. I think about it at least once an hour.

Like just think about his WEIGHT and his GRIP and his FACE either in front of yours or buried in your neck omg

Also his grunts right next to your ear? Would end me fr.

[trobbio-silksong]

I do NOT remember the Original story behind this but thk goes to see grandma wyrm

[nights-flying-fox]

Guess who's an idiot and colored the wrong page of her comic :]

(It's me. I'm the idiot.)