#seeya next post :)

[nompunhere]

I posted 285 times in 2022

That's 53 more posts than 2021!

236 posts created (83%)

49 posts reblogged (17%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@novorehere

@nompunhere

@nauseating-neko

@fastfur07

@thefanciestborrower

I tagged 281 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#ask - 159 posts

#extreme cuddling - 79 posts

#safe vore - 65 posts

#soft vore - 65 posts

#hk vore - 56 posts

#vore thoughts - 42 posts

#vore talk - 41 posts

#g/t vore - 41 posts

#nph rambles - 37 posts

#fandom vore - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#if you're reading my fanfics i'd hope you're familiar with the source material but if not and you wanna read it anyway then hmhhdnfdmghd who

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Oh, to be lovingly gulped down by a big, caring pred.

What a phrase, right? “Lovingly gulped down.” Being gulped down is what happens to food, or water, maybe pills if you take ‘em. Just necessary materials to be used by the body, nothing special. But to be lovingly gulped down?

Like, dang, that pred cares for you so much they want to put you inside their body. You’re not supposed to put living things in your body, silly! But they want you there. They want to hold you closer than should be physically possible. They want you all to themselves. Safe and sound, deep inside, where nothing else can get to you unless they say so.

Oh, to be treated like something that belongs inside another living body. To have a place where you fit just right, give them what they need. Oh, to make someone feel whole, now that they have you tucked snugly in their core, the very center of their being.

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215 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#4

Something I've been thinking about for a while- casual vore with long prey. Namely a tiny naga or mer-eel. Just the pred and the prey relaxing together on a slow day, the pred feeding the tip of the prey's tail into their mouth and giving it some licks before letting it slip into their throat, taking small, unhurried gulps. The prey draped over their hand as more and more of their long form disappears into that soft maw

The main image that sticks with me is of the prey's upper "half" lounging on the pred's tongue while the rest of their body trails all the way down the esophagus, the tip of their tail perhaps flicking a little, teasing at the entrance of the stomach. The pred closes their eyes and savors the feeling of their friend, so deep within, yet so close to the surface. That thin little form sliding further and further in, utterly relaxed as the prey slowly fills their belly. The both of them relishing in the experience, drawing it out for as long as they can.

Long prey are great in general. All the little coils shifting around to get comfortable, curling over themself and rubbing at every wall simultaneously as they do.. Enjoying the warmth and darkness in this private space where they fit just perfect... Honestly, either position sounds like the life.

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219 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#3

“It’s time to get up,” I murmur.

Your little protests and squirms of complaint are so precious, even more so as you attempt to nuzzle closer to my face.

“Come on, up we get.” I try lifting my hand away from where it has you gently pressed into the pillow. You capture my thumb in a weak hold, feebly but insistently tugging it back to cover you once more.

I sigh, lightly chuckling at your antics. “I know, I know, but really, I can’t afford to sleep in with you all day. There’s so much to do!” I’d leave you to sleep the morning away on your own, but I know you get so cold without me here to warm you. I’m not that heartless.

Your eyes finally crack open, only to give me the most adorable pleading look. “You know I can’t resist that face,” I concede, allowing my palm to rest over you once more. You snuggle into the touch immediately. “Really though, I can’t stay. I had plans, you know.”

You open an eye again, giving me a lazy stare. I watch as your gaze drifts down to my mouth, then back to my eyes. Your expression tells me all I need to know. The answer seems so obvious when you point it out like that.

I let out a long breath. “I suppose that would work. You’re sure you’d want to spend the day in there?” You give a sleepy nod, pressing yourself against my slightly-parted jaws, silently requesting entry.

I whisper a soft “alright” before poking my tongue out and quickly swiping it across your face, making you giggle. You’re so cute when you’re tired; I could just eat you up. In fact, I bet you wish I’d get around to it faster.

Finally, I open my maw, and ever so sluggishly, you crawl in. My hand nudges you from behind, helping you along and guiding you inside. I can’t help the hum that escapes me as I get a taste of your sweetness. Positively delectable, you are.

You settle yourself into the space, waiting for me to make the next move. I prop myself up on my elbow, tilt my head just so, and let you slide into the warm embrace of my throat. At least, that’s how I’ve heard you describe it a few times, heh.

You slip so smoothly down my gullet, letting it take you as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. I trace your descent with a finger at first, then cup my entire hand over my chest as I feel your form sink deeper and deeper into my own. Warmth blooms in my core with your presence so perfectly near. I shiver lightly at the feeling.

It’s almost like you disappear for a moment, and then plop! There you are. I curl in on myself as you cuddle up to my inner walls. It’s amazing how easily you make yourself at home in my body. There come a few tired rubs, then nothing but the occasional minute shift. At least one of us gets to sleep in. Heh, “in.”

Careful not to jostle you too much, I roll over and climb out of bed. Throughout my morning routine, my hand constantly strays to my belly, checking in, making sure you’re truly there. Even after all this time, it still feels surreal to have you so close.

And even if you’re choosing not to start your day just yet, I appreciate the help in starting mine. Your presence makes it that much easier. Even when you’re all but invisible, you make all the difference.

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233 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#2

I can’t sleep. You’re being too fidgety.

I feel your hand twitch against my back where I lay on your chest. Your breaths carry my tiny form up and down in slow, gentle waves, but occasionally, I can hear them stutter. You’ve been doing this for half an hour now.

It’s clear that you’re trying to keep still, to hide your restlessness, but when each one of your fingers is half the size of my entire body, it’s hard not to notice. Every so often, your hand makes to grab me, curling around my sides and nearly picking me up before you force it to stop. It seems as though there’s some sort of temptation you’re trying to resist. With how your heart pounds somewhere below, I can tell you’re struggling.

Slowly, I lift my head and look up at you. In the dim light, I can just barely make out the glint of your eyes, wide and staring down at me with fervor. There’s also something on the corner of your mouth—ah. You’re drooling.

Just as you glance away and wipe at your mouth, a low growl sounds from your stomach. I feel the vibration rumble through my front. You freeze, letting out an embarrassed huff of a laugh after a moment. I prop myself up on crossed arms. I know exactly what you want. And despite what you seem to think, I don’t mind all that much.

I just wish you’d get it over with and ask me instead of keeping me up all night with your fretting.

“I, heh,” you begin in a hushed voice, “sorry, I just-”

“Just eat me, you hungry fool,” comes my mildly-irritated response.

Your eyes light up immediately. I swear, it’s almost enough to see by.

“A-are you sure?”

“Yes, now hurry up and get me inside so we can get some actual rest.”

It doesn’t take to long to comply. Air rushes past as you bring me to your eagerly grinning face. I squint into the darkness of your now-open maw before me, sighing and closing my eyes when I am placed carefully within. Your tongue laps at me ever so tentatively, as if you’re afraid that any wrong move will make me call the whole thing off.

Really, this would be so much easier if you’d just relax. I know I was terrified when you first introduced me to the idea, but you’ve shown me time and time again that you can be trusted with this. That this is an act of care, of protection, of comfort. I trust you. So swallow me.

And then you do.

Even past all the organic noise that thrums through my very being, I can hear your deep sigh of relief as I sink further into your core. I can’t help but mirror it, going limp in the embrace of your esophagus.

My destination greets me with the tenderness it always does, squeezing and massaging and cradling in a way that could never hurt, only hold. You hold me close, infinitely so. As I allow myself to sink into the plush folds of your innards, you let out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you.. You doing alright in there? You’re not moving much.”

“‘M just tired and comfy. Go to sleep,” I grumble, muffled through soft flesh and my own drowsiness.

“...Good to hear,” you whisper, your tone almost reverent, “Goodnight.”

“’Night. Love you.” The phrase came out instinctively. I’d be surprised if you picked up such a low mutter, but with the way you almost melt around me, I have to believe you did.

Your hand comes back to rest where it was, but this time, I lay blanketed under several more layers of your body than just your fingers. The fidgeting has all but stopped, your digits finally knowing peace. You have me right where you want me, after all.

Everything is as it should be.

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244 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Tug. Tug. Tug.

You wake up to the feeling of something pulling at your mouth.

"Mrgh, open up, you big..." The faint sound trails off into incoherent muttering.

"...Whuh?" you say, muddled from sleep. You blink your eyes open to see that it's still dark. Tilting your head up, you feel something slip away from your jaws, and look down to find your little roommate perched on your chest, staring intently up at you.

"Put me in your mouth," they demand, standing back up from where you'd inadvertently pushed them over, "it's cold and I can't sleep."

You blink again. "...Whuh?"

The tiny person rolls their eyes. "Come on, you can't be that sleepy. Open up, I'm cold." With emphasis, they lean in, put their hands back on your mouth, and wait.

You stare down at them, processing for a moment, then let your head drop back onto the pillow. Your friend stumbles forward with a yelp, right into your open maw. (You might've nudged them closer with your finger. Just a little.)

You feel them scramble against your tongue to get oriented, miniscule hands pattering against your palate. They do feel a little cold, to be fair. As soon as they get themself into a relatively comfortable position, you swallow. The little one disappears down your throat with a muffled complaint.

"Not safe t' keep you in m' mouth," you mumble as a half-hearted apology. You roll onto your side, already drifting off again. Two seconds later, a small weight slips into your middle. You can just barely detect their little huff of annoyance, followed by a short flurry of movement as they shake themself off and get settled.

"...'S fine. This is softer anyway. Goodnight."

"'Night."

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281 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

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[hungergameshyperfixation]

I know literally everyone and their actual mom wants to be apart of the SotR film, but I won’t deny I’m also hoping that somehow in some magical way I’ll be able to be one of those interns that brings everyone coffee.

Like god I just like being on set. Pls let me be on set. I’ve done it before I promise I’ll be normal!

[foone]

"you can't kill the god of sex!"

She finished rubbing the sword with the cloth, and pulled tip near her face to examine the point. "pretty sure I can, actually. This ain't my first time drawing metal 'gainst a deity, you know?"

"No, I mean you shouldn't! People enjoy sex. And people need sex! How are we going to get the next generation if there's no more sex?"

She shakes her head. "I'm not killing the god of fertility. There'll still be pregnancies and births, just won't be the result of sex. 'sides, you know how gods work. Give 'em a decade or two and they'll deify a new god of sex."

She resheaths the sword on her back, now clean and sharp (the sword, not her back. Her back is far from either), and heads towards the door.

"wait, before you go, just explain why you want to do this!"

She stops at the doorway, shrugs. "It's a job. Been paid already." "by who?"

She smiles. "Buncha a-sexuals. Said they were tired of it and wanted to be free of sex. Told 'em it'd only work for a while, but they said they'd just hire me again. Told 'em I'd be happy to do it if I'm still breathin' when that happens."

"And you're just okay with killing sex?" "Not much of a fan of gods, to be honest. And they are paying me very well. I'll find something else to do with my downtime and coppers for a decade or two". She pulls a dagger out and scrapes some dried blood from under a rough fingernail. "Heh. Barmaid down at the pub will be sad I won't be dropping by to get some post-job relaxation... But I'll find something else to do. I hear cards are fun. Always meant to learn how to play 'em, never had the time."

"Anyway", she says loudly, shoving her knife back in a belt, "I've got to get going. It'll be a day or two before I can get down to the Godrealm. I spect you might want to go find your girl or boy or lizardman, whatever. Could be the last chance you get for a little 'together time' for a while. Seeya round!"

She trudges out into the darkness of the night, leaving the door open.

[ipilokko]

Okay so… here’s the sketch dump lol

I studied composition here 🤝

I mean as much as i could in the 10 min breaks lol. Oh and mostly in class i also doodle so there are many that are drawn on textbooks and notebooks 😀

Here, yesterday i was just trying out the cheap grayscale markers --they don't have brush nib-- i have bought the first week of the school year with my own birthday money 😀

(I no longer have existing birthday cash...)

these are two of my art homeworks. Of course, by now they are all done. The first was the past week’s homework. And the second is past weeks past week's homework. I literally rushed these to be able to work more on the comic but no 😭

I hope you guys liked them! Seeya in the next page! (I will post it today's evening once i add the finishing touches)

[mousy-nona]

About the asking for headcannons post, I have a headcannon that Alastor and Velvette are friends and Vox is jelous

From the desk of Alastor, Radio Demon: 

Dear Velvette,

The weather is absolutely smashing today! I was planning on dropping in on Rosie – if you have time, come swing by for a cup or two. Lots of “tea” to share! 

-A.

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To the desk of Alastor (seriously, what the fuck, A? It’s not the 1900s anymore – stop talking like my grandpa!),

Would love to come to tea. Vox found your letter btdubs. Sorry, didn’t think he and Valentino were going to get it on so early, or I would have moved it. Just letting you know.

He’s giving off real simp vibes, if you ask me. Also, you don’t need to put quotes around tea.

-The Best V

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VoxHotShot: VELVETTE EXPLAIN YOURSELF

TheBestV: omg stop

MothDaddy: what’s going on?

VoxHotShot: WHAT IS THIS LETTER I FOUND ON YOUR DESK??

TheBestV: i have a life outside of you, k?

VoxHotShot: NOT WITH ALASTOR YOU DONT!!!?!

MothDaddy: stop ignoring me 

VoxHotShot: SHUT UP

TheBestV: shut up

MothDaddy: 😭😭😭

VoxHotShot: Where are you?

VoxHotShot: Are you meeting up with him?

VoxHotShot: Get back here right now

TheBestV: youre not my dad or my boss. Butt out of my biz

VoxHotShot: VELVETTE GET HOME RIGHT NOW!!!

TheBestV: nah im good. seeya bitches at home

VoxHotShot: 😡🤬😱⛓️🗡️💥

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From the desk of Alastor, Radio Demon: 

Dear Velvette,

Thank you for a wonderful conversation, and yet another fascinating lesson into the minds of you young folk. Yes, I quite agree that Vox displays “simp” behavior, and I enjoyed you calling him “cheugy” in front of Cannibal Colony today. A “big yikes” from me! As always, I look forward to our next little chat. 

Yours truly, 

-A.

[distortionbobble]

"do you ever shut up" no... and nobody asked for this but i'm thinking about situationship!anakin right now. minors dni. fic has no warnings rn . might expand this one. modern au.

see the thing is, if any of your friends had gotten into this, you would have done a whooole extraction mission to get them out of it. a situtaionship? with that fine-as-fuck man? pretty wavy brown hair and that stupid fucking smile... baby your eyes look like the ocean i'm not arguing with you...

you found him on hinge during one of your dry-spells. the first thing you noticed was how pretty this man is. his profile featured pictures of him hanging out of the window of his car, gravity pulling his hair down as he flashed the camera a prize winning smile. another picture inside a restaurant, just a hint of manicured nails in the corner of the photo.. taken by an ex-girlfriend, maybe? you hum, and scroll down to see the rest of his profile.

"anakin, 22... figuring out my dating goals," you murmur to yourself, munching on your popcorn. okay, figuring out dating goals, that means... means what? a situationship? fuck, do you even have that in you? you're ready to x him out but something makes you wanna look at that face just one more time. fuck, he's pretty.

before your better judgement can stop you you're typing out a quick response to his prompts. green flags i look for are... good at legos. okay, that's cute, right? maybe he doesn't know what his dating goals are because it's kind of intense to be like, i want a long term relationship. that is a lot of pressure. you respond by sending him the lego flowers bouquet that's sitting on your coffee table (yes, your ex gifted it to you. no, that doesn't matter to you. what he doesn't know won't kill him. besides, it was a good present).

does this count? you respond, tossing your phone to the side to focus on Love Island playing on the TV, not expecting a response from anakin for at least a couple days. which is why you're almost shocked when the screen lights up with a notification from hinge.

anakin: yeah, looks pretty good to me ahaha

anakin: sent an image

anakin: rate the set up?

you open it with curiosity and a little bubbly feeling in your chest-- a cute boy matched with you, you're pretty sure it's well within your rights to be a little excited. it's a rather impressive set up of a few different lego sets, all built meticulously. you spot a few that are difficult to get your hands on, and think for a second on how to respond to him.

you: do i spot the indiana jones temple escape set?

anakin: oh my god yes that's my favorite set lmao, took ages to get it

you: dude that's so lucky

you stare at the screen, biting your lip. fuck, this is such a dry-ass conversation, it'll probably die out anyways so you don't bother sending a follow-up

anakin: honestly pretty lucky in general w all my sets. i've got a coupe unopened ones if you wanted to hang out and do them w me sometime tho? might be fun.

oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. okay, be cool about this. wait, is this code for a hookup? okay, hang out and do them with him = y'all fuck after the legos? or before? you're confused. but like, legos sounds like a fun time.

you: sounds like a good time. does friday work? we could pick up some takeout from this place on jefferson ave, if you're down

anakin: down for friday. but i was thinkin i could make you somethin? i can make a mean miso soup, if you're down.

you: seeya friday, then :)

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you brought chocolates. to his apartment. and after you knocked on the door, you're thinking maybe this wasnt such a good idea, after all. the chocolates, and the being here in the first place.

but anakin opens the door, and his apartment smells so good, and he's got a set of space post card lego sets already open with the accompanying instruction booklet next to him.

"hi," you smile up at him, a wave of shyness washing over you as you look at him. how are people allowed to be this pretty? it's like the camera didnt do him justice, because he's at least 20x more attractive in person.

"hey. it's nice to meet you," anakin responds with a grin of his own. "d'you wanna come on in? i've just put some of the veggies into the stock. got some tofu and stuff, bok choy, it'll be good," he says, shutting the door behind you as you enter his apartment.

"nice place," you say, looking around quickly before you take off your coat and shoes.

things flow easily between you too. he tells you about his day, his job, asks you about yours, asks you about your favorite movies. you ask him about his lego sets, his decorations, his favorite music, how he learned to get so good at cooking (the soup is fucking delicious). he puts on a grateful dead song on his speakers as you work on the sets, laughing when he asks you to separate two legos that are stuck together with the nails that you have ("don't you have one of those lego-separating tools?" "those. are for pussies.").

the sets come together what feels like too quickly. you almost wanna tear it apart so that you can have an excuse to just stay for a little longer, but it doesn't seem like anakin is eager to kick you out either.

but it's late, and you should go. as you head out for the door, you feel your eyes drifting to his lips-- his pretty bottom lip, plush and rosy and you wanna sink your teeth into it-- and you know he notices too. he doesn't say anything. is a first date too early to kiss?

"well," you say, lingering at the door. "i, uh, had a good time tonight."

"me too," anakin says, equally as awkward. he leans in just a little, so that his face isn't so far, so that you don't need to look up so much.

well, that's it. no invite to a next hangout. you try not to let your face fall as you wish him goodnight and thank him for the miso soup.

you've only made it out of his apartment complex when your phone lights up with a message.

anakin: d'you wanna do smthn next week?

you smile.

[notpoliticalcarrot]

realized i didnt post anything for the thsc anniversary, sorryyy :(, so take something a month after the fact

but heres a drawing of ellie but with different colours becuz i didnt wanna use normal colours

imma just say thanks thsc community for bein here for me and making me meet all the wonderful people in my life, i absolutely wouldnt change it for the world, you are all amazing even if i dunno you ❤️

and sorry for not posting tons, been busy for a sec but i hope i fould share my art some more

anywho, seeya all next time i post smth

i ALSO did some requests just havent posted them yet, sorry for the wait

have a good morning/night/afternoon/evening, stay hydrated and wear your seatbelt

toodlaloo

—pc 🌺 9/7/2024

[dearest-departed]

ugh. andrew’s opening his mouth to speak his mind, now would be a good time to avert your gaze and completey tune him out.

my feed today has been a TOTAL FUCKING CESSPOOL of mpreg, forcefem, and sister fetish content. when i left my cozy corner of the world to upload my liquified thoughts for internet goers to poison their mindscapes with, i never thought id be fed this recycled slop called content every second post i scroll to.

i know it might not seem like it, but i’m a very real person. i live a very real life, i plot my next meal, i drink my coffee, i scratch my itches, i melt my brain watching tv, and jesus i SHIT better content than you mouth breathers can write!

it’s utter whiplash going from a post about glorifying substance abuse to people wanting me to be a woman. people THEORIZING that i’m stuck in the closet and that, oh, poor andrew would feel so much better being a big sister than he EVER WOULD a brother.

even as a fictive (let’s use this term loosely) i’m not fictional.

… ugh. but, let’s not get it twisted, i’m not pulling that bullshit where i say “aw jeez this is horrible i’m uncomfortable everyone’s gotta stop right now” because let’s face it, what a fucking buzzkill move.

however…

could you imagine what it feels like?

the normal and sane thing to do, would be to shut the hell up and ignore the things that don’t tickle my fancy. but i get frustrated, i get uncomfortable, and as poor of an excuse for a human being as i am- that’s exactly what i am. just a fucking human.

ugh. its not that deep. i’m just thinking tonight. and it’s exactly the reason i should distance myself from the “fandom” and consume the things i enjoy. (cue the tags. can you do anything right, andrew?)

there’s not much takeaway from my unrefined ramblings, so.. to circle back- as whitman once wrote;

“I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable”

i think i just need to shut the hell up and start minding my own business. the complexities of the human mind are too much for one brain to comprehend during such a short lifespan. everyone is a walking taboo whether they mean to be or not, everyone is just as strange and multifaceted as the next.

what i may crave the most, is the validity of being seen. being recognized as my own person. the illusion of freedom as grandiose as it sounds, for someone to sonder my existence amidst the armageddon we breathe and just

fuck. i’m losing my train of thought, now.

this pretentious poet picks and prods a praise deprived populace for a place amongst their people.

that’s all, i think. my goodnight coffee is kicking in and i need my rest if i wanna spend my day walking around town doing jack all.

i’ll burden my blog again later. seeya

[fuzzyoctoplushie]

This is a bit of a went, so if you’re only here for silly stuff and icons, just keep scrollin’. I’ll seeya in the next post, plushlings.

When you accidentally yap a bit too much to your school counselor and now a bunch of adults are worried about you and constantly checking in on you

[tabbyhoney]

Gorgeous

This story was inspired by "Fear of you" from @sleepwalkersqueen so go check the original out.

Note: Wuhu! Finished Chapter Two and Number Three is already in the making:). A little fun fact I had to rewrite this chapter because for some odd reason, Tumblr posted this and I panicked and had to delete it, it was a sad day. Hope you guys enjoy it and a big thanks for all the positive feedback♥

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Warning:curse words, still not a therapist so things may be more of an artistic choice than helpful, not sure if there are more warnings needed(tell me if I missed something)

Chapter 02

The world was filled with glowing lights and the sound of an excited crowd. The sweat dripped down my skin like the silver tears of a mystical being.

The movements of my body acted like an instinct I always had. My voice was caught by the microphone near my mouth and filled the stuffy room with a sound I remember so clearly.

When I looked to the side for a mere second I could see my best friend feeling exactly what I was feeling. The Ecstasy flooding through our veins pushed us to a performance unlike any other.

The feeling held up as we walked off the stage, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to have a relatively steady walk.

Sitting down at the makeup table with the biggest smile I had ever seen on my face. My friend still hugged me tightly from the side, rubbing her head against my shoulder.

"That was the most amazingest show we ever did! And your singing Amaya!" Minori chimed happily.

"It really was, still can't believe I was allowed to sing, considering how strict the rules are here" I chuckled.

"I can already see one of those fancy managers seeing you and biting each other's heads off to get ya"

"I won't get my hopes up too high, I like sharing the stage with all of you afterall"

"Oh come now! You deserve more than an underground Burlesque bar to perform in. You have the talent to be more" Minori pulled up a chair beside mine, letting her body fall down on it like a doll.

"Like I said I will not get my hopes up too high, I still have my Psychology studies to focus on"

"I really can't seeya taking care of other peoples problems"

I roll my eyes with a smile before starting to redo my makeup.

I flinched when Minori started yelling suddenly.

"He texted!!!" She yelled and started shaking me violently.

"The big guy?" I ask while holding her in place on her shoulders.

"Yes! He texted, he wants to see me again"

"Just be careful, I don't trust the men coming here, especially not that one, heard he is a big fish in the undergound"

"I am sure it will be fine!" She said in a calm tone giving my shoulder a light tap to calm me.

Even with Minoris reassuring words the uneasiness I felt remained in the back of my head.

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With a big thud, the door closed behind me, crashing in the locks like thunder. Like usual the room was empty except for a table and a chair placed in the middle, cold and unwelcoming.

With quick steps, I let my bag fall to the ground and sit down on the chair. Placing my coffee mug on it before correcting my posture and clicking my pen.

"Good morning" I greeted happily, eyes looking at the man sitting in front of me.

Still looking half asleep, probably hadn't been too long since they woke him up or perhaps he couldn't sleep. Even if one would think having been here for a year you would get used to the light always being on.

"How has it been?"

"You sound like a robot" he rasped. Chuckling ever so lightly, but this time a lot more tired than usual.

"And you sound half asleep so I guess we both have our issues to work out"

"Nah, have been awake for too long no issue"

"Did something happen?" I ask as my ears perked up in interest.

"Did no one tell the arrogant little princess?" He laughed in the most taunting way I ever heard him laugh "I had another mock execution"

I wrote that down before looking back up to him again.

"Well I am glad you are still here"

"Fuck.you"

"If you feel ready we can continue this or maybe we can talk about the-" I said ignoring his remark.

"Keep wishing I'll tell you anything" he snarled.

My mouth stayed open for a second before closing. Tapping my fingernails against the clipboard, take a deep breath as I try to find the correct words to use.

"Why is it that you still don't trust me? Not even a little bit?" I asked staring into his eyes with genuine interest.

"Aye, I have no reason to trust you. Besides I already have the number two as my lapdog"

"So you trust Endeavour because he proved one time that the conversations are private?"

"At least he proved it, unlike some humans" The way the word human rolled off his tongue sounded like the worst insult ever given to anyone.

"Very well," I say before rummaging through my bag. Taking out a yellow Bento box with some duckling stickers on it.

I opened the box and was met with the smell of rice, chicken, and some nicely cut vegetables.

"It is highly against the rules to give prisoners any kind of nutritious food, with the reasoning that they should not gain strength. I could lose my job for a simple thing like that" I explain already separating some chicken, rice, and a few vegetables on the box lid. "Real funny if you ask me".

I stand up to walk around the table and place the homemade plate in front of him. After that, with a quick motion, I loosened the chains so he would be able to eat for himself.

"It's poisoned," he said looking down with a suspicious eye on the food.

"Trust me it isn't"

"Prove it"

"No thanks"

"Then I won't eat it"

"It isn't poisoned. It wouldn't make sense for me to do so"

"At least one bite of the chicken" he argued.

I could feel the uneasiness creep up my spine.

"I don't eat chicken. My boyfriend made that for me so there shouldn't be any poisonous substances in it"

He stared at me for a moment. If it was because of the chicken or my boyfriend I couldn't tell.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he was able to find the correct words.

"You have a boyfriend?"

The question didn't surprise me but it still felt rather stupid to even bring this up, on my part. Giving people, especially villains, a weak point is never good.

"Yes, now eat up"

"How? You sound way too arrogant for any man wanting to be near you, let alone fu-"

I stared at him wide-eyed. Feeling rage bubbling up inside of me that I try to suppress. I blinked maybe once, maybe twice before saying the most honest thing I could in that moment.

"First of all fuck you. Second I thought I told you to eat so please do before I decide to practice force-feeding on you"

"Please do" He laughed leaning his head to the side. "Would be my pleasure to bite your finger off"

"I won't do it"

"Hah! Knew you were jus-"

"Because that is one of the worst things I have ever seen done here and I don't want to practice that"

He stayed silent with an unreadable expression. After some time in silence passed he started to slowly eat the food. Very slowly he started chewing on each bite like he would need to leave if he finished too quickly.

I let him finish his food before packing it all away again, leaving his chains loose like I was not scared to be hurt by him.

"Did you have a partner?" I ask while drawing ugly little baby birds on my paper.

"I still have"

I stop mid-drawing to look up to him again. Leaning against the armchair tapping my chin with the pen lightly.

"Can I ask for their name or is that too much?"

He hesitated, that was clear with the way his gaze went to the side and his teeth biting his lip.

"Nitsuki" he mumbled.

I decided to not write that down, in favor of not accidentally sending an entire squad to her doorstep. Afterall she didn't exactly do anything harsh.

"What's your boyfriend's name?" He asked while looking at me with his piercing eyes. He sounded calmer again.

"Riku. What did you like about her?"

"She was calm, always. Couldn't read her for shit"

"That's what you liked about her? That's not the best trait to have if you ask me, sounds like she never cared much"

"I didn't ask you" he spat, clearly offended by how I spoke about her.

"Sorry. How did you two get together?"

"Why does this matter?"

"I am merely curious"

"Aye of course... It wasn't special, just met her and knew I should marry that girl"

"Wait hold on for a second!" I raise my hand in a waiting moment. "How long did you know her for you to decide to marry her?"

"Not long?"

"Are you braindead? You can't marry someone you just met, especially not if you can't even read her at least a little bit"

"Hawks mate for life, there is no undoing of falling in love and it was the right choice"

I didn't buy that, it sounded more like a one-sided thing and I haven't even got a lot of information.

"You may be a mutant but don't forget you are also human"

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He glared at me with rage in his eyes.

"It means exactly what I said. Someone who may be half-hawk doesn't mean they share every single trait. To put it simply, there is no one true mate for you, because that would be a trait for an actual hawk not a human like hawk"

I didn't know what I had expected to happen after my words. But perhaps him jumping at me trying to claw my eyes out with his talons wasn't really on my mind, especially since I was sure he had quirk suppressors and all that important safety stuff.

The only good side of this happening was that he still had chains and they were still too short to reach me...

...Once I moved two steps away from him.

My chair was falling to the cold ground with a loud noise that rang in my ears. My eyes were wide open from the shock, I could feel my body tensing up.

Breath

Now I knew for sure that I pushed his buttons too hard too soon. Even my instinct told me to run call it a day and a success but for some odd reason, I wanted to stay just a little longer.

I decided to sat down on the floor, crossing my legs. I closed my eyes for a second, only breathing and trying to blend out his yelling. Never thought he could become this aggressive.

Even if I wanted to blend out his yelling I still needed to listen to him to calm him.

"You have no fucking clue what it is like to be born a mutant!"

"You are just a dumb fucking bitch who does everything for money!"

"you don't know shit about me or my life!"

-------------------------------------------------------

The scene right in front of me made me sick to my stomach. I didn't even look properly since I only got here but when Endeavour called me and told me about a motel where Shinyo probably was and what happened I couldn't shake the feeling of what I would do if it was true.

My eyes scanned over the crowd of people and the barricades from the police. With small steps, I started walking inside the crime scene, the motel where it happened.

Endeavor was standing at the side talking to policemen. As I walked over to where the body was lying.

Some police officers made sure I knew the rules before allowing me to take a closer look.

I don't think any words would be able to describe the pure horrific, disgusting horror lying in front of me.

No one would blame me for not looking too long.

I turned around on my heel and walked over to Endeavour.

"Endeavour," I said looking up at the big flame hero "Can we talk?"

"Hmph" he puffed and walked with me to the side, steps so heavy it felt and sounded like the floor would break.

"Why am I even here? We both know it wasn't him"

"We know that yes, but he was here I am sure. And since I can't calm the public alone I need someone who worked with him on a different level"

And again it sounded like I didn't had much of a choice

Getting some fresh air after talking and getting into a nice little restaurant was a good idea. Sitting down on a table and being greeted by an...

Abnormally large chef was a good thing happening.

"What can I do for you little lady?" He asked with a gentle smile.

"Oh just something to eat, as long as there is no meat in it everything is fine" I lean back in the chair stretching my arms.

"Of course!" The chef said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Beside me the restaurant was empty. It smelled of various different foods and spices that bundled up into a mouthwatering experience.

"Is it okay if it tastes like meat?" He yelled from the kitchen. What a sweet considered man.

"It is, as long as it isn't chicken" I answer.

When he placed the food in front of me I thanked him nicely before starting to eat the noodle soup he prepared.

The TV was running quietly in the background and I heard him humming while he was cleaning a table.

The soup was delicious. I never was the best at describing food or perhaps it was the strong taste of pork that filled all my predatory senses with delight but this noodle soup was the best thing I ever ate.

"It's really good" I tell him while swallowing a bite.

"Oh thank you! I tried to make it something special, rarely does someone ask for something without meat" he explained happily.

The news had a tendency to replay itself quite often. Hearing them talk about the motel crime and linking it to Shinyo I groaned annoyed.

"Seriously, they can't even listen to people telling them facts"

"Huh? What do you mean by that? This is horrible what happened, especially since he escaped prison..." The chef said in an odd tone of voice. I can hear his heartbeat going up.

"It wasn't Takami. I worked with him for five years in prison and Endeavour agrees"

"Wait what?"

"Believe it or not but that man is actually a pretty decent guy, if we forget about his crimes of course, and general mental problems," I explain while continuing eating "But now I wanna know why you look so pale and sound like you are hiding something".

"Oh uh... It's nothing" He stopped cleaning and looked over at me with an uneasy expression.

"You sure? If he was here I would appreciate it if you told me"

"I can't"

"The threat he gave you will not hold up if you tell him Howashi asked"

"I uh... But my... My son..."

"Trust me"

He tapped his foot nervously on the ground while playing with the towel in his hand. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Alright... Yes, he was here with his little son. I gave them something to eat and a sewing kit, he had a wound he closed with uh... His son together."

"Did he say where he would wanna go?"

"No, I am sorry I don't know"

"It's fine, thank you very much."

I finish my food and walk up to him to pay.

"Keep the change, as a payment for the food he for sure didn't pay for"

"oh no no no! I gave it to them for his son"

"It's fine, really."

With a last wave goodbye, I left the nice restaurant I plan on visiting more frequently. Pulling out my phone and typing a message for an old friend of mine I haven't talked to in years.

I wonder what dumb thing Shinyo is doing now.

[tmntseparatedaucompetition]

Should Rise as a whole be considered a Separated au? Because originally in the third season, the turtles were going to get two extra sisters. Actually nvm probably not because we never actually got the two extra sisters!

Anon you're gonna regret asking this.

This post is going to be rambly but the short answer is yes. Whilst there isn't alot of stuff to prove the existence of the sisters, there still is evidence none-the-less.

SO, I'm going to start with my definition of a separated AU: A separated au is where at least one turtle is raised separately from the others to a point where it makes a difference in how the turtles interact with eachother.

This would be appicable to the original plan for rottmnt because one of the sisters (Sister A) was going to be raised by Draxum to be his bodyguard then ended up in a different dimension and went a bit insane. The other sister (Frida (renamed from Venus de Milo?)) is Big Mama's Assistant and shes serious. idk why i explaied this (i wanted to)

Back to evidence, Ron Corcillo and maybe someone else have confirmed that the lost turtles are the boys' sisters. Plus evidence can be found in "Goyles, Goyles, Goyles" but I couldn't find the exact screenshot I was looking for.

If I were to be honest, I was somewhat expecting someone to submit rottmnt as a competitor. The only thing I can really think of is that the sisters (in the show) can't be in an au because its canon but woulod that then consider canon as the og au.

Now a complication I think of is if the sisters aren't turtles, do you consider them as a separated au. Personally, I would consider it to be a sep au as long as they are considered siblings. It is confirmed that they are turtles but I think of the possiblity since Big Mama's Assitant doesn't look very turtle-y to me but that could be because of alot of reasons

Under the cut my thoughts on if other iterations are separated aus because i think about this alot.

Batman vs. TMNT movies doesn't seem to be a separated au, they were just on vacation to Gotham from what I can tell.

In IDW, Raph was separated from the rest of the boys for a bit and it did impact their relations some so maybe. I haven't read that arc so I'm unsure how long Raph was gone. It also begs the question, was he surviving circumstances or was he being raised in some way. I think there is a certain age for separated aus vs like kidnapped aus or smth.

For 2012, my ansgty self likes to consider it a separated au because Miwa/Karai is the child of Splinter but then was raised by the Shredder. Then she realized familial love and was like seeya to the Shredder (i havent finished the series yet).

In Next Mutation, I guess its technically a separated au because the turtles were separated from Venus when they were mutated but they also used that the turtles "aren't biologically related maybe" to use Venus as a romance plot (Venus deserved better fr).

I was going to add more but then I forgor so heres these ones.

TDLR: every tmnt iteration is a separated au if you believe hard enough <3

[sharpferrets]

drawn april 11th 2023 Dendron as a wizard :) I'm like in the middle of a switch so the next few posts will be brief cuz I'm gonna try to just get these pieces posted here lol. sorry if i sound kinda out of it i just switched in. aight seeya lol

[whiskehorange]

“A Somewhat Helpful Presence”

A long commission with permission to post for you all!

Michael, at this point in your relationship with him, was quite an easy book to read. Maybe he didn’t throw tantrums like a child or even as typical adult males would, or verbally accused you of everything under the sun, but from what you could gather from a “Michael Mood” changer was apparent. Think about it, what does he do? He stands and he breathes, barely. When something has gone awry in that brain of his, you can point it out like a sore thumb. Heavier breathing (but still relatively quiet for anyone else wearing a mask like his 24/7) and a slight twitching in his step. He’s harder to move from where he stands and he sneaks up on you an eerily amount more than before. He hasn’t quite stopped his stalker nature, you can’t blame him.

While it would be a lie to say that Michael has never been keeping an eye out and about with your daily activities and schedule, he's never been one to go through your phone. I’d be surprised if he ever took the time to learn how to work a smartphone properly. He’s old fashioned, if he wants to know where you are and what you’re doing he’s going to follow you around and figure it out the hard way. It was different to hear your phone buzzing and lighting up at odd times of the night once you started your new job, however, and it didn’t take him too long to catch on. 

Again, with new age tech Michael was not privy to it so opted to stay out of it when you were on your phone and even tuned out your buzzing most of the time. But even he can’t help but notice that little ting and buzzt almost every ten minutes. Shifting his eyes over towards your direction like knives every time you’d pick up your phone when he heard it, but too nosy about what was on your phone screen to notice the disgusted, aggravated eye roll and lip curl you did before dropping your phone back face-down on the couch.

After three days of constant let down notifications (which felt like a month), Michael really began to take notice, which was ultimately both a good and a very, very terrible thing. “Damnit,” you huffed under your breath. Setting down the ladle and rubbing your face with both hands. This was the 12th message you had received in the five minutes you had started making dinner. Bzzt; eleventh. Ting, bzzt; thirteenth, the classic double text. You had to admit that at first when you started your shifts with the guy he was nice and friendly, but you also regret putting your number down in the book next to the phones for emergencies. Was it nice making a few friends living here in Haddonfield? Absolutely, but maybe just not this guy. Giving a polite excuse of being busy you ended your part of the conversation and put your phone on silent for the rest of the night.

Michael wasn’t too on the case around this time, but much more so around day seven of the constant notifications and what escalated to be phone calls at any time of the day. “No, no thank you I’m actually busy that day,” “Well maybe next week,” “Aw, thank you, but I actually can’t that day.” No matter how many times you had to decline coffee and brunch was starting to wiggle itself into your schedule for as much as he started to call you, but what caught Michaels eye was your nervous fidgeting and the painful look on your face every time you had to decline what the person on the other line was saying. To put it bluntly in Michaels brain, you have no friends, so the amount of calls you got and dates was off to him. Watching you silently from the doorway, you give him small comforting smiles as you continue to decline and agree to small talk questions. “Yup, seeya,” you finish unenthusiastically. Michael stands there.

“It’s just this guy I work with, he’s really taken a liking to me I think,” you sarcastically laugh, “He just keeps calling me and asking me out to the same coffee date over and over even though I’ve declined him… over and over.” You wipe your face and look up at Michael, giving him yet another comforting smile before resuming your show, urging him to come sit down with you on the couch. There continued to be buzzes and messages during the night while the two of you watched the TV before you mindlessly turned your silencer on. It was comfortingly quiet now, despite the sound from the speakers and laugh tracks of the show, but quiet enough for you to slowly slouch into Michael's side and sleep. That didn’t stop him from seeing the small blue light illuminating from under the screen on the couch, however. Picking up your small phone in his giant hands, the most recent text on your lock screen being “You’ve got real pretty brown eyes.” Only to be quickly removed by a new text: “Could you do next Thursday for coffee? I’d like to spend more time with you, I really like you Pratt.” You seemed to be taking this quite well, through Michael's eyes at least, but you really couldn’t stand having to work the same shifts with this guy every week. It was only a matter of time before you quietly tried to change your shifts without him attempting to do the same.

Ruffling your hands into your bangs and fixing up your dark hair you look at the four consecutive texts. It was only 8:00am and you finally had your first day off working a different schedule than him and he still made time to text you while being at work. Shuffling your way down to the kitchen in your morning clothes you make your way past Michael, doing his routine checking of the house for intruders even though you try to convince him that the new security system does it for him. You leaned over the kitchen counter, waiting for your keurig to finish brewing, eyes closed and thinking about how you could possibly give this guy something that would make him be quiet. You loved your job and adored every other coworker there, so quitting was out of the window. Reporting him would do the trick, but did you really have the heart to do that to him? Maybe he just doesn’t know how to make friends, maybe he’s just really lonely. Either way you were close to doing it anyway. 

Ring, ring, ring. Michael hands his hand out to you, sipping your mug at the kitchen table, pointing to your screen. You could see that there were three previous missed calls, the call ringing through your phone ended and making it four. “Thank you, love,” you sigh, taking the phone and inevitably ruining your casual looking-out-of-the-window o’clock. You didn’t have to worry about calling back as you were certain he would within the next 15 seconds, which you were correct. Taking a moment to collect yourself you finally connected and gave a terribly fake, surprised greeting as if you didn’t know what question he was about to ask you for the twentieth time this week.

“I’m good, no you didn’t I was already awake,” “You're on your cigarette break? But it’s only 8:30,” “Oh yeah? That's nice,” ''Yup,” “Oh,” “Mhm,” “Wow, yeah, yeah I get what you mean,” “Brunch? Well, I mean…” Rubbing the bridge of your nose you sigh, really debating if working there was even worth it. “That sounds… good. Coffee at, what time is it now… coffee at 11? Yeah?” Your eyes were closed, your face defeated as you took a deep breath, Michael could hear a muffled “Do you want me to come pick you up?” before you perked up and practically yelled no over the phone. “No! No, no I can do it, it’s okay. I have to head that way anyways, don’t worry about it.”

Spending a few more seconds attempting to end the conversation you end the call, slouching into the table with your head in your arms, groaning. Composing yourself and sitting back up you put the chair in and lean your head into Michael’s chest, “I’ll be back later, I’ll bring you home something you might like from the shoppe,” and slip back upstairs to get dressed and head out.

You were dead set on not impressing this guy at all with your time and outfit, but you knew it wasn’t going to matter in the end. Throwing on whatever you touched first in your closet it looked like you were going to attend a college lecture early in the morning in a cold classroom; old but fitting sweats with something light to cover yourself with, and your hair in the same way you had it when you fixed it early that morning.

As soon as you rounded the corner towards the coffee shop you could see him sitting there at one of the tables in the front, staring at your seat like he was trying to manifest you there out of thin air. You had purposefully taken your time walking here rather than driving to take as much time to yourself before wasting away your day. While it was only about a 20 minute walk from the Myers house you knew he would be there early anyways, hoping to catch as much time of yours as he could, and sure enough, there he was, sitting there for who knows how long and you’re still 10 minutes earlier than you’d like to be.

Unbeknownst to you, Michael had his own plans. It was much harder to sit and watch you in these parts of town seeing how busy they are with people and drivers at almost all times of the day as long as the sun is up. Michael held no remorse for not giving you an ounce of privacy (also unbeknownst to you) these last few days. Every time you went out Michael was somewhere close by, blending in perfectly around the town like the shape he is. There was nothing you could do about it even if you did find out. That was something Michael took a small pride in: knowing you could do nothing about him nor really stand up to him, he’d cut that idea into anyone, literally. All those recent nights of you having time taken away from him by your phone was stacking in his consciousness and it wasn’t being taken very well. Michael had spent so much of his own time corralling and subtly dictating your way into his heart just for you to be going out of your way to spend it out and about?

If Michael truly had his complete way, you’d be a hermit just like him, minus the killing part. If there was one word to describe him, it's territorial. The deep trust he’s put in you and you alone to not only be alive around him, but to confide in him and show him any ounce of attention and love is immeasurable rare. While he doesn’t necessarily think you’re cheating, he doesn’t think you’re stupid enough to really go out of your way to do that to him, he still does not like this lack of… well, you. Michael’s mind is difficult to no end and being able to get him out of a funk like this without any disasters is not an easy job. You having a social life that consists of just going to work was hard enough to get him to settle with, but going out of your way to go out with someone that wasn’t him? Michael might be smart, but he can certainly be blinded by rage easily enough.

Michael festered in this toxicity, stalking you endlessly throughout the week just to notice you coming home to him every night to give your undivided attention to him, it was odd. He certainly didn’t grow up with this level of trust that you had in him let alone the trust he put in you. Quite frankly, he didn’t know how to act. He stood there, across the street, just watching you. Watching you walk into the shoppe, watching that man greet you. Watching him closely, watching him put his arms around you for a hug, boiling in his own skin as he stood there motionless.

“Hey, sorry for the wait-” “Don’t be! I’ve been waiting here early, it's okay, I promise!” Embracing you in an unexpected tight hug, you stood there stunned, looking around nervously before slightly tapping his back. He let go after numerous uncomfortable seconds, beamed back at you with a toothy grin. “You look so nice today Pratt, I’m glad I took off of work to finally have this coffee date with you. It seems like forever since I’ve seen you!” He boomed at you, practically yelling at you despite only being four feet away from you. You felt strangled by his presence, looking down at the coffee he had already ordered for you. Smiling, you cup the warm mug in between your hands, looking down into the dark brown espresso before you. God please let this be over soon, you thought to yourself, still trying to shake off that hug. There were always plenty of coworkers that you could give friendly touches and side hugs to at the right times, but this guy just didn’t understand how to take a hint. The room would always go quiet whenever he came in, everyone seamlessly slipping back into working to avoid any unnecessary confrontation with him.

“So, how was your day? You look tired, that’s why I ordered you that coffee, figured it is a bit early,” he let out a chuckle, snapping you out of your woeful thoughts. You reciprocated his laugh, nodding, “Thank you, I’m just normally a tea drinker at this time in the day, coffee upsets my stomach.” A lie, of course, you’d never catch yourself drinking something from him that you didn’t watch him bring to the table. Quite frankly, it actually smelt quite good, but you’d take your losses. The tea here was quite good and you’d stop by here frequently on your way home from work to pick you up a tea and Michael something fruity. Of course, he had also taken it upon himself to order you a tea; his choice of tea. All the while talking about his subtle love for you and whatnot, occasionally commenting on your appearance, your eyes, and even your complexion, all of which he’s been doing for the last 25 minutes. Every uneasy agreement, nod, and attempt at guiding the conversation literally anywhere else but on you fell of deaf ears. 

“I know this might come as a shock to you, but I find you very pretty, Pratt. I’d really like to get to know you better.” You smiled blankly at him, giving a half-assed half head tilt of confirmation to him “Really? I never would have guessed.” He beamed at you, the grin on his face not budging at all, leaning over the table towards you he grabbed one of your hands with both of his. Giving a slight tug to get your hand free he only tightened his grip, pulling your arm closer to him to get you to look at him. You glared at him, snatching your hand away and rubbing it between the fingers of your other hand, “Please, don’t touch me.” “Pratt, I just want to be honest with you,” He shot his hand out again in an attempt to catch yours but you pushed yourself away from the table and out of your chair.

You decided it was your time to go, you had been sitting here for almost 45 minutes trying to be nice, but you just couldn’t do it anymore. “Listen, I’m in a relationship and I’m not comfortable with how you touch and talk to me constantly. I’d really appreciate it if you stopped texting me outside of work hours too, I really just feel uncomfortable with this.” You slowly back towards the door, looking him dead in the eye as you spoke, pivoting on your heels and clutching your to-go tea in one hand and your phone in the other. You could hear him protest behind you, but you booked it out the door and down the corner, tears welling in your eyes from anger.

It was about time since Michael gave you a piece of his mind, cutting you off before you had even made it home. Seeing you leave the shop so quickly he knew something was wrong, however with how far away he was he couldn’t tell you were crying until he got up and into your face, blocking your way. You gasped as you bumped into him, catching your breath as he pulled you into the alleyway. “Damnit Michael, you scared me. Please don’t do that.” You huffed, looking up at him to see him not only unmasked but angry, almost as upset as you. “Here take this, I don’t fucking want it.” Shoving the tea into his chest for him to take you work your way around him, heading back home but Michael grabbed your arm, pulling you back in front of him. His stone cold face never wavering, he glared into your eyes. You yelled, for the first time, at Michael,“What? What else could possibly go wrong for me today Michael? Please, let me go home.” He stared at you, same expression, but slowly noticed your shaking body. Rubbing your hard gently you avoided eye contact with him, waiting for him to let you by. Moving his hand up to your shoulder rather than your arm he gave you a slight nudge to make you look at him. He tilted his head down towards you like a nod, tell me is what he was saying.

You gave one last huff before wiping your face, pushing your fingers gently under your eyes to keep the tears away. “He-” you started, but couldn’t finish before warm tears streamed down your face. You pointed back the way you came, unable to speak in full sentences as you explained to Michaels menacing figure before you just what had gone down in the shop, what he had been texting you, and how he made you feel. “He grabbed my hand, not hard or anything, but it just made me feel so gross,” you started again, before crying into your sleeve. Michael pulled you into his chest with one arm, keeping the other one by his side as you let it out into his shirt. He was fuming, but not at you. Seeing your expression this morning and your unwillingness to arrive there on time definitely sparked questions to him, but having you connect the pieces for him was enough to snap him out of his one-track thinking. You had no reason to lie, he practically witnessed it himself.

You composed yourself and looked up at Michael for a split second, avoiding his sharp eye contact once again. Bringing his hand up to your face he brushed his thumb over your wet cheek, swiping away the last tear. “Can we please go home now?” You quietly begged Michael, holding his hand in yours. With a gruff huff, Michael let you lead the way, following behind you closely as per usual. He knew that you hated when he’d put his mask on and stalk his way around town, but he knew his way around. Michael knew how to not get caught. Michael wouldn’t get caught.

[kusanagi-nene-official]

//after some time, ive decided this blog will stay, with another counterpart (blog), which's drop should be revealed tonight.

i want to thank some people (if you see this, you'll know who you are) for being so encouraging in my time with this blog

so imma do a secondary reboot, and hopefully the last one

old lore posts will be privated, removed from pinned, but not entirely deleted

if anyone wants them, sure, i can give them

next lore post drops are going to be slower, and probably inconsistent.

along with that, i'll be managing the blog mentioned above, so theres stuff there as well

lastly

the reason the old lore posts are being removed is because i never got to write a real story line, which meant that the story was going nowhere :I my bad

i believe that's all i have for now, seeya later

-shii/former dex

[ijichi-nijika]

Next shiny for my shiny alolan trial quest! This is the third to last hunt total, other than one extra I plan to do for post game. Sorry this took so long, it was 4,378 soft resets, and I took a trip for two weeks AND the scarlet and violet dlc released so i’ve been having lots of fun with that! Otherwise, a bit of a reclaim for me and a dream shiny as well. I love articuno, and i did have a shiny one before, but it had my deadname attached to it…

Last year I did a big purge of every single one of my pokémon who had the OT that was my deadname. It was a lot of memory’s thrown away, but i couldn’t bare to look at them anymore. So many pokémon, such as my swampert I had since ruby released so long ago, my second pokémon i ever caught in Y, a shiny vivillon named Vivian, my shiny manaphy i spent two years looking for (not doing that ever again). A lot of pokémon i loved and had memories with just don’t exist anymore, and it sucks. If gamefreak could just let us change pokémon OT’s for any transferee pokémon, it would be amazing, but i understand why they don’t I suppose…

I am gonna try to remake those memories with new pokémon going forward, and even on older games. This is what the trial quest really was for. For making new memories with some of my favorites. And I think that’s awesome!

anyway, enough rambling, this articuno was named fambadoor by @magicalpluralism !

seeya for the next hun!

[foxett]

Hey guys did you know im clinically insane and have multiple OMORI AUs not just swingset? Yapping below! (Spoilers for canon game sometimes i guess)

Swingset AU / SSAU / TRTT (two ropes tied together)(fic name abbreviation) wasn't even the first au I've made.

The first one i really created was ODS (Omori didn't succumb) but the original concept of that whole au is completely different to what it ended up. Originally it was Sunny surviving the bad ending but I changed it to him just remaining as a ghost that can sorta turn physical at will. No I will not make a fic of this.

The next au i can remember making (after swingset) was Kanpekikel (which i completely forgot existed until a few days ago) which is just your average hikikel au with a side of horrible parenting and lots of Kel angst. No, again, I will not write anything of this. I'm pretty sure Kanpekikel was a really early version of Daburumori without the whole double isolation for the kiddos thing.

Like a few days after i got the general idea of Wasurerumori which basically. Everyone forgets Mari and Sunny ever existed and Sunny has to navigate his new reality of "whoops guess nothing ever happened then! My friends don't know me" - again nothing planned to be written

I don't know when but i had a conversation with my friend which led to RWmori being created. Rain world/Omori au where everyone is a slugcat (but anthro. Clothes and stuff!) and deals with the Omori plot with bonus spice (Sunny is Hunter from rain world, a character that literally is terminally ill. Whoops. Sorry Sunter (the name)). I don't plan to write a fic of this one BUT I did start an animatic of it. Might finish it. We'll see.

Daburumori is my second most fleshed out au. I have some (outdated) reference sheets for the main gang (+headspace vers for Kel and Sunny) just check out the tag i guess. I will probably not write anything of it as the plot isn't really cohesive. Might make little comics though!

The next au(?) is basically more of a fic idea. I called it Fire And Ice and i might write it alongside swingset but without the usual once per week updates. It's basically just suntan with some royalty, magic and transgendering. You know me, i love suntan!

I promise not all of these aus are suntan. I PROMISE. (I might be in denial) (Sorry i love suntan sorry sorry AugghhHHHHH)

The last au i have is sporemori which is a big mess of media i like. Infections, mushrooms that really like growing in your bodies, elements from the ghibli movie 'Nausicaa and the valley of the wind' (I don't remember the name please don't attack me) and a whole lot of body horror! I've actually drawn sunny for this au but since i haven't finished anyone else's designs i won't post it unless i randomly get possessed and finish them all. I MIGHT write something for it. No promises. I tried to write something but it got a bit too messy 2k words in (and it was just like. Before the plot?)

Edit! I somehow forgot the existence of headspaced au. It's not that big of an au and it'd work more as a mod. But i cannot mod. Which is why i refuse to associate myself with this au because it's hell on earth to try to explain the lore. /Hj

Fox out ! Yay seeya