#sipping choccy milk

[chocymilksailor]

i love being fictional but in real life actually. like my identity being inherently rooted in """fiction""" and yet boom here i am . a fictional creatura. an embodiment of having passed thru many existences that many would consider fictional. oooooooooooo the bleed between reality and fiction. anyway

[horrastorie]

They should call me taskmaster the way I complete my tasks

[bccksmarts]

right who let me stay up, it's 4:22am................

Feel free to add me on Discord, since it's super late and I wanna go read fanfiction on my phone ( I'll still be literally here I'm a nerd after all NO SLEEP )

Pomione#3097

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I'm not an alcoholic, but my need to constantly have a fun little drink is going to turn me into one

[pseudowar-archived]

"So, I've been thinking," Not a good sign from a man that couldn't be trusted not to cause trouble by himself. A man that was currently sprawled across the ground not like a sleek, lethal panther, but more like a clumsy idiot. Someone who had just fallen in a somewhat comfortable spot, and resigned themselves to their fate. "The immortality thing probably sucks. What do you do with all that time? Masturbate?"

@belovebled ; TRICK for ASSNTITTY ASTARION starter call

[heartfullofleeches]

Choccy Milk 🥛[18+]

Yan Chocolate Candy Person Blurb

(I'm sorry-)

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"Y/n... B-brought some milk for you. Heard it's good for you."

"Hmm...." Ensnared in the hypnotic glow of your television screen, you hum in acknowledgement of your roommate as they hover over you. Mocha looks your spot on the couch to the cup nestled between their palm. Milk dribbles from the sleeves of their oversized sweater - an oversight whilst pouring the glass for you as they were sure they had pushed them up far enough.

"Plain milk is good on its own, but it can get a little boring after a while. W-would you like some chocolate milk instead?"

As you're about to look up at them, a new development catches your eye on the screen. "Sure, sounds great, Mocha."

"Okay...." Mocha gazes at both of their hands before pawning the cup off on their left. It was the one that wrote your name more elegantly so by their logic it must be the better hand. The rustling of clothes falls upon mute ears as you continue to stare blankly at the TV. Mocha grips the hem of their sweater, rolling the fabric upwards over their thighs. Cool air prickles the hood of their penis as more of their bare skin is exposed. Their sweater was long enough to reach their knees so they never bothered with underwear or pants while they were home.

Clutching their sweater between their lips, Mocha curls their fingers around the base of their length - positioning themselves against the rim of the glass. Knees buckled, Mocha gradually sinks the head of their cock into your cup. The unpigmented finish of the milk promptly takes on color as their flesh breaches contact, a wall of syrupy chocolate leveling the floor of the glass.

Mocha inches their hips against the palm of their hand - stirring the milk by usage of their flaccid shaft. With each pump, the milk blends deeper into the rich, cocoa infused hue chocolate milk withholds. Pleased with their work as the sweet scent of chocolate fills the living room, Mocha shakes off the excess liquid to ensure every drop goes in the glass and soon past your lips. Fixing their sweater, Mocha presents the cup of freshly made milk to you.

"That was fast. It's almost like you never even left- Thanks, Mocha."

Raising the cup to your lips, Mocha watches as you down half the glass before you pause for a breath, taking slower sips to savor the drink as you resume.

"Wow, this is really good, Mocha. Thanks again."

Mocha's eyes transfix on your mouth as you lick milk from your upper lip. The end of their sweater ghosts over their knees as they press a hand over the new growth between their legs to keep it hidden.

"N-no problem.... If anything, I think I should be thanking you."

[needlenxggin]

"Because change takes time, Nai, it's not instant! This is the only way they've understood how to live so it's going to be hard to dissuade them from living like this." Vash started as he took a step towards his brother his hands tightening into fists. "They wouldn't if I agreed to help them find alternatives. "

"It may take time to get them to change on a larger scale but the fact that there are towns already trying to adapt means it's possible. I don't like the plants suffering anymore than you do but if we work with the humans they won't have to be used anymore. Why can't you see that?!" He shouted his anger bubbling up, the frustration, he missed being able to laugh and joke with Nai, he missed having a brother. "No." He said staring up at his brother hard. "At first they wouldn't. But you would have me to defend you then and in time they would forgive you."

“Then why haven’t they?” he asked, “Do you think the bigger cities will adopt wind power? Do you think they would listen to you? Or let’s say this. Allow me to humor you, brother. Do you think they would listen to us? They did not take us seriously when we were children. We were just Independents, seen as tools. Why would that be any different now?” He rolled his eyes, motioning to Vash again. “They would sooner try to chain you up and exploit you for your worth.” Not that he would ever let that happen.

It was time to shut down Vash’s false ideologies about what could be. That future of cooperation was dead the moment Knives crashed those ships. He knew what he was signing himself up for, but what he didn’t know was that Vash would not be at his side every step of the way. “And me? Well, we both know who was the cause of all this to begin with. If I just put down my blades and decided to do it your way, do you think they would forgive me? How about Jeneora Rock, would they be so willing?”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I request Kieran with an older cousin Reader who also goes to blueberry? Like post TealMask and pre Indigo disk reader is just like “Alright buddy, why don’t you just take a breath and calm down, I’ve poured some chocolate milk, tell me what’s wrong.”

Yesss bc TealMask Kieran definitely needed somebody to talk to after all that shit went down-

And choccy milk, of course

.........

"I hate you...you should've chosen ME. Was I not good enough? If I'm that weak, then I'll just get stronger. And I'll get even stronger until you wish I was your trainer-"

The knock on the door snapped Kieran out of his tirade for a moment. But he refused to move from his bed, glaring back down at the Ogre mask in his hands as the knocking persisted.

He wasn't in the mood to see anyone right now.

"Go away, sis." He snarled. "I'm busy-"

"Too busy to see your cousin, Kiki?"

Oh.

Although he was still brooding, he couldn't ignore the fact that his favorite cousin was here, wanting to see him after he's been away from the academy for a while. So he forced himself to get up and leave the mask on his desk.

He opened the door to see you and your Shiny Furret at your side, smiling at him in greeting. Attached to her collar was a shimmering normal gem; he recalled you explaining how it powered-up one of her normal type attacks in battle, albeit only once.

Yet seeing her reminded him of his own Furret and the losses they both suffered....and he couldn't help but look away, unable to meet her gaze. "Hi, [y/n]..it's been a while.."

"I know, right?" You chuckled. "How was your trip? Carmine told me you guys had to come back a little early-"

"It was awful."

"...awful?" In that moment, you could feel your stomach sink, and hearing your Furret's concerned trill made you realize something was very, very wrong.

Kieran looked as though he hated the world, anger clouding his eyes.

"Yeah.." Clenching his fists, he could feel his jaw tightening up. Tears were already blurring his vision as he wondered why everything had to turn out the way it did...

He thought he made an actual friend who was a strong trainer....only for them to befriend his sister, meet Ogerpon, lie to him on multiple occasions, and steal the Pokémon he idolized--all while kicking him and his team into the dirt like they were nothing.

Like he was nothing.

He felt cheated, wronged, humiliated-

"Hey, it's alright..take a few deep breaths." You gently patted him on the shoulder, noticing how he was seething in anger over something you didn't quite understand yet. But you hoped to get to the bottom of it soon enough. "We can talk about it over some drinks."

He took a few breaths, his body now slightly less tense than before as he tried to remain calm. "You got me something?"

"Of course." Nodding, you took some glass bottles out of your satchel--moomoo milk to be exact. "They finally restocked your favorite. Chocolate." You handed one to him, confused when he just stared at it, not taking it right away.

Normally, he'd be unable to resist something sweet, especially chocolate (it runs in the family, anyways), but now he looked almost offended that you dared to buy him something he liked.

"I'm not a little kid anymore, y'know."

"Kiki, I'm almost 20 and I still drink this stuff. You're never too old to enjoy it."

".....fine, thanks." He grumbled, finally accepting the bottle before returning to his bed, taking a few sips.

Although he felt a little better knowing you still thought about him, he kept stewing over the other people who didn't care about him anymore.

Or at least in his eyes...they didn't care.

You sat beside him, with your Furret climbing on the bed and curling around him. He sighed and rested a gloved hand on her tail, fingers stroking the fur.

"Now..what happened?"

".....where do I even start?"

Yikes. He wasn't cracking right away and instead was being extremely vague, so you knew something was seriously wrong.

Growing up, he used to always run to you to hide from his sister or bullies, never keeping secrets. You were the only cousin (or family member for that matter) who didn't judge him for liking Ogerpon or being reluctant to do Pokémon battles.

Now he was acting more withdrawn than ever, even with you here.

"Maybe from the beginning..when you first got to Kitakami." You suggested, yet he still seemed hesitant.

"Do you have time? You don't have better things to do?" He muttered.

"My class in the canyon biome got out early, so I have all the time in the world."

Although it took some more convincing, Kieran ended up going into detail about everything that happened on his trip: Florian/Juliana, Carmine, his grandparents, the festival, Ogerpon, the Loyal Three...nothing was left unsaid.

He rambled for a long time, having finished his drink long ago while you were still savoring yours. But you just calmly listened, feeling absolutely awful for him as he talked about all the times his team got beaten down by this exchange student.

Not only that..but they apparently lied to him as well about meeting the Pokémon he admired. He kept wishing he was good enough to be its trainer--yet he kept failing at every chance to prove himself worthy.

Least to say, this kid sounded like a real jerk.

"...and now all I wanna do is be stronger than them. They got everything I've ever wanted, [y/n]: friends, strong pokemon, Ogerpon's love...the whole village was amazed by what they did, but what about what I did?!" He gripped the glass bottle tightly. "I told them all the Ogre's story was false! But it's like..nothing even changed!"

"You had to leave early, though.." You pointed out. "Things might've changed. They could've left the Three's monument in ruins-"

"They won't. They'll find a way to restore it. All they want is money...and any tourist gullible enough to visit without caring about the truth."

"..jeez, now you're sounding more like Carmine-"

You only meant that as a light joke, yet it only plunged the atmosphere into even deeper tension as your cousin gave you such a cold stare--like he was using Mean Look.

It honestly startled you a bit.

"I-I'm sorry, Kieran.." You apologized quickly. "You're right. Kitakami's banked their entire economy on tourism for generations. They're not gonna let go of that story easily, even if it's all fabricated."

His gaze softened, although now he was looking down at the floor, now absentmindedly petting your shiny Pokémon's fur. "[Y/n]...could I ask you something?"

"Of course. Anything."

"Would you be able to look after my old team?"

In an instant, your heart sank. "What..?"

"Yanmega, Furret, Poliwrath..and all the others..I wanna transfer them into your care permanently. But I'm keeping Dipplin."

"You..wanna surrender your entire team?" Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "That's....look, there's ways you can improve upon it. Maybe they just need-"

"NO! You're not listening!" Kieran snapped angrily, clinking the glass harshly onto his desk. "I couldn't win at least ONE battle!! I did everything right! I formed bonds with them, taught them the best moves possible...and for what?! Just so they could hold me back?! Just so I could keep failing?!! I need to change my team, so I don't want any of them anymore."

"Not even Furret?"

"Not even Furret." He repeated with a scowl, gritting his teeth. "It's no good to me if it keeps going down in one hit..."

"Ret!"

Blinking, he looked down at your own Furret, almost forgetting that she was still curled around him. She seemed rather upset, ears folded flat against her head...and he made the mistake of staring at her beady-black eyes for too long, as guilt quickly settled in.

What was he doing?

''m sorry, I didn't mean any offense. I've seen you fight...and you're so much stronger. [Y/n]'s lucky to have you...o-of course, you're a shiny after all...h-haha..." He began to sniffle, his hands trembling as he pet her fur; unlike before, it was failing to calm him down. "It's okay. Y-You'll get to hang out with my Furret from now on...just like the old times. Wouldn't that be fun? You and him..d-don't have to worry about me anymore.."

"Ret-ret?" She felt a drop of water splatter onto her ear, which she flicked off, now looking worried.

You frowned slightly, finally understanding how much your little cousin was in pain...and to learn all of this happened within such a short timespan.

It made you wonder if you could've somehow prevented this.

"Kieran.."

"I-I don't wanna surrender anyone, I don't wanna feel like this. But..what else can I do?" His voice cracked, bowing his head. "I just..w-wanna be like Florian/Juliana..but nobody takes me seriously. They all think I'm going through some "phase". They all treated me like the Ogre..laughing behind my back, calling me weak...getting mad when I try to fight back...and I hate it, [y/n]!! They hurt me and NOBODY CARES!! Not even my own family!!"

"That's not true at all. I care, Kiki..I care so much about you. That hasn't changed." You wrapped your arms around him, letting him clutch your uniform jacket as he hiccupped, burying his face into the fabric. The poor kid was shaking, and you weren't sure if it was in anger or sorrow, or perhaps both.

When you were his age, you remembered dealing with all sorts of difficult feelings, too, and just like him..nobody else seemed to get you. You were mostly alone in coping, yet you had incredible Pokémon who helped you realize there's more to life than battling and winning.

Hopefully, you could help him realize this, too.

"..wh-why couldn't my own sister be this nice to me..?"

"I don't know. You want me to beat her up?"

He was quick to shake his head.

"Okay, okay.." You sighed softly, patting his hair in comfort. "Then...if you wanna become a stronger trainer, I'll do my best to help. I'll take care of your old team, lend you some research articles...whatever you need, just say the word."

"...I-I wanna take on the Elite Four and become champion.." He mumbled. "Maybe then..no one will mock me. Will you still support me then?"

That caught you by surprise, considering it was such an unrealistic goal for him right now. He barely has any double battle experience, yet he was willing to learn it if it meant becoming the best trainer in this academy.

Who were you to say no to him when the rest of the family seemed to turn his back on him? You didn't want him to shut you out, too, so you finally relented after giving it some thought.

"Of course."

"You're not lying, are you?"

"No, I promise."

Those words seemed to get Kieran to settle down, as he pulled out of the hug. His cheeks were a scarlet hue, stained with tears that he hastily wiped away before you could fully see them.

And he immediately insisted on going to the library to begin his research, and you both simply packed up your things and headed out, sending your Furret back into her pokeball.

You hope you made the right choice.

[scythlyven-art]

He sip he choccy milk

[chocymilksailor]

eyo what the fuck would u call like. a parallel to a fictotype. a chara thats super mega relatable to a particular kintype but isnt a part of you as far as u can tell. but theyre becoming rly important to u as a way to express ur own vibes and feel a little more comfortable with urself. idk. i think im insane

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

WHO THE FUCK VOTING FOR ME TO GO TO BED !!!!

I know its already 10:30 pm but. should I post the mark winters torture nexus fic tonight

[rubberduckyrye]

Please tell me more about this despair mascot au im so confused but SO interested

Bucfxgvhvgcf Okay do there isn't much to it it's literally a Crack AU--or a silly AU that spawned in from me complaining about how Kokichi couldn't be Junko's right hand man because logically the age difference would be too great. He would be like six years old when Junko is 18!

So @ultimateplaylistmaker said that he would be more like a mascot than her actual right-hand man

Then chaos ensued after that as me and some askers started developing the silly idea further

To condense!

-Kokichi has the Ultimate Luckster (Lucky Student) talent which makes him both unkillable and incorruptible

-This was discovered by Mukuro, who he was following around because she had a cool knife, and he probably followed her to somewhere secret so she tried to kill him but every attack failed

-She takes him to Junko and declares "this thing is unkillable"

-Junko takes Kokichi and says "mine now"

-She dresses him up in a Monokuma onsie and gets him to voice act for Monokuma

-She also uses him to taunt Future Foundation like "LMAO I HAVE THIS CHILD IM GONNA CORRUPT HIM HAHAHAHA"

-He doesn't understand, he's just sipping at his choccy milk

-At first the Remnants of Despair are confused and jealous over the new little mascot baby but then he endears himself to them and they all collectively agree that if anything happened to him they would kill the world and then themselves

-Monaca is the only one who hates Kokichi because he gets all the attention from her Big Sis and she tries to kill him but is thwarted due to Kokichi's lucky talent. He bites her legs and they fight a lot.

-Kokichi doesn't actually suffer throughout any of this he just gets spoiled with soda and choccy milk and appy juice. He draws pictures of his weird aunts and uncles and gives them choccy milk when they're being a little too crazy (Looking at you, Junko and Nagito)

-In the end Kokichi ends up pacifying each of the despairs just by being a cute lil baby and now he's got a fucked up lil found family raising him

And I think that's everything so far! xD Aside from specific silly plot bunnies about Kokichi interacting with the remnants ofc

[fnafverse-quotes]

Circus Baby: *droops dramatically over on her stage* God it’s been such a long day. I need a drink

Circus Baby: *claps hands* BIDYBABS! MY BEVERAGE!

Bidybab: Yes ma’am! *scurries off, then returns after a minute*

Bidybab: *bowing* Your choccy milk, Ma’am.

Circus Baby: Thank you. *angry sipping*

[wildkrattsvillainsvlog]

Welp, you’ve had your extra sleep..is Rex awake now..👀?

Paisley: Yes. We decided to wake him up so he isn't just sleeping all day.

Rex: *sipping choccy milk on the couch*

Donita: This is the calmest he's been in awhile.

Dabio: Yeah, he gets hyper without sleep.

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

ZOMG???

TY!!!

Ta stinken da, people

Reference pic (my eyebol)

Finished piece 😋😋

Took roughly 3-4 hours of me blasting the same song in my ears :D

(The song is Dessous by Adás, listen to it, its good)

[altocat]

Has Miniroth known the taste of milk?

Just askin'

Miniroth was given special lab-grown milk and dairy products throughout his childhood. You can imagine what that must have tasted like. DISGUSTING and synthetic. And probably pumped with all sorts of growth stimulants because Hojo was getting his special super soldier at all costs.

Sephiroth honestly didn't even know that milk COULD taste delicious until he became an adult. Genesis once causally handed him a Banora-imported carton to add to his coffee and Sephiroth was five seconds away from having a breakdown at the first sip. He's pondered over the years what OTHER forms of sustenance Hojo has ruined for him. He drinks his choccy milk in rage and seethes about it.

No milk from mother, obviously. Or even a wetnurse. Babyroth was given nasty-ass lab formulas from day one.