#<> you nep ::::)

[weaselishmcdiesel]

katnep is the type of ship you'd expect nepeta to try really hard and dress all cutely and karkat be a bit more lazy and wear the same clothes BUT if we're all being honest karkat would absolutely dress up all fancy and nepeta would wear her usual clothes. karkat would go to kanaya in a heartbeat, kanaya would try to reach out to nepeta but nepeta will not comply.

bonus points if kanaya continues to try and make something pretty but also comfortable and fitting for nepetas tastes but it backfires because she then never takes it off and kanaya has to watch it very clearly become worn and ruined as nepeta rolls around in dirt. Kanaya accounted for that of course, but nepeta somehow surpassed her expectations anyways

i think youre totally completely right

[neptunesailing]

this is the piece i did for the @alkakureizine! :]

[holyfreaks]

sorry but the "trying to get rid of us" part.... like we were here from literally day one. you came into OUR house and decided the show was about something that it's not. also, even if we weren't here from the beginning, we deserve to be here every bit as you do. why are you trying to gatekeep fandom, when it's always been for the freaks. especially on the incest family horror show

[battystims]

brett hand stimboard~ for anon that's SUPER anonymous and definitely not fairly obviously the person with a brett hand icon that just followed this blog

👔 🪪 👔 / 🪪 [🙂] 🪪 / 👔 🪪 👔

[neptunescore]

Literally started this blog just to say how hypocritical F1 – both the people working in it, and the sport itself – is becoming. The main 3 things I want to address is: no.1 women in motorsport, no2 the ongoing genocide in palestine and no3 F1's disallowance of anything political, yet enabling the absolute political shitshow that was the 2024 miami gp.

Numéro 1: I just think its absolute bullshit that the FIA genuinely created a whole ‘Women in Motorsport Commission’, assigned SIX STRONG ambassadors to it, and THEN proceeded (come 2023) to launch a wholeass unfair investigation onto one of them, based on the MOST groundless claims?? Like wtf?? (Talking abt Susie Wolff here). Also, the whole Cristian Horner situation really showed just how much they care about women working under them, bc tell me why the possible victim in his situation was the one getting SUSPENDED, while this possible filth of a man is still parading shamelessly around the paddock?? Like??? AND SOME OF THE DRIVERS COMMENTS ON THE SIRUATION?? pissed me off so much u dont even understand. Anyway, my last point on this convo is how women should ALSO be taken accountable of their actions, and not just glossed over because they’re ‘women’, over here im specifically talking abt Bianca Bustamante and her liked tweet which calls lance stroll autistic… girl :| and her apology was so atrocious as well. T-T

Numéro 2: The fact that not ONE driver (excluding Lewis Hamilton — that man is so much more than a driver) has spoken up/ posted about the situation pisses me off SO much bc?? THOUSANDS of people are dying, and with the platform you have, the fans you have, you could have such a positive effect! This is ESPECIALLY targeted on the drivers so I FULLY KNOW have control of their accounts (Charles Leclerec, Esteban Ocon, Lando Norris [GOD DO I HAVE ALOT TO SAY ABT HIM], Pierre Gasly, etc) bc tell me why drivers are fully capable of uploading a post 2 years ago stating how the WHOLE of F1 stands with Ukraine (which i do applaud them for) but cant say SHIT abt the same situation occuring in Gaza, but SO much worse?? Lando can genuinely go f himself, bc as much as i used to adore him there’s no way he did NOT know abt the atrocities happening in Palestine, no way he did not know abt the company boycott when he decided to fully display that Starbucks logo on his little reel. And IF (literally a 0.0000001% chance, bc by then a 1000 articles were already written on it and the WHOLE world was aware) he genuinely didn’t know, then that is just ignorant as fuck. Icel. Anyway, literally all drivers should be held accountable, no matter if they’re ur favs or not; I like Carlos a lot but that doesn’t mean i dont get the ick every time i think abt the fact he’s stayed completely silent on the matter. OH MY GOD, DONT get me started on lance stroll and his confirmed (yes, i DO fact check) Zionist girlfriend, like?? Ew.

Can i also just say, that if any of u are gonna msg me saying ‘oH bUt NeP, thE FIA BanNeD AnY anD aLl PoliTiCaL StAtEmEnTS’ Shut up. If you guys could just READ the rest of the statement, you'd know that this rule only applies to when the drivers are ACTIVELY in the paddock. The FIA has literally included the fact that driver can do WHATEVER the want, stand up for WHOEVER they want in their personal lives – which brings me to my next point,

Numéro 3: The FIA bans any and all political statements in the paddock, (without their written consent) YET INVITES TRUMP (a man who has been charged with EIGHTY EIGHT criminal offenses) to the race, is the most disgusting and hypocritical thing ive seen in all my years of watching F1. And don't even get me started on all the shit lando said abt him, like bro?? What are you saying?? Why are you saying these things?? I get u cant speak bad abt him, but that does NOT mean u need to praise him to the sun and back. T-T

That's my rant! Additional reminder abt ppl bringing up how '*retired driver (insert name)* would NOT stand for this, and would post and talk ALL abt palestine if they were still racing,' this is a reminder that those drivers are still alive and well, with WORKING platforms and can STILL do all those things now if thry CHOOSE to :]

-Nep○~

[neppy-34]

Puzzle pieces

3900 words/lee Lyla ler Miguel/romantic relationship

The orange lights of Miguel’s office illuminated his facial structure, highlighting his cheekbones and extenuating the contours of his face.

Tapping away at numerous screens, watching and cataloginging, almost as if it was Miguel's second nature.

His efforts were tireless, consistently observing different encounters between anomalies and spidermen alike, outsourcing locations and listing the number of captives that needed to be sent to their original dimensions.

His posture was a rigid Miguel‘s shoulders hunched as he put all focus and energy into the screens in front of him. Steady breaths were the only thing that could be heard beyond the whirrs and hums of the machines surrounding him. Totally engrossed in his work,Miguel was unable to register the gentle, yellow hue that materialized itself next to him.

The yellow contrasted with the orange light, yet miguel still was unaware of the presence next to him.

“Hey, big guy”

Miguel had to force himself to refrain from jumping at the newly noticed noise, simply bristling for a moment then smoothly looking over to the source of the noise.

Miguel's eyes landed on a pair of bright pink glasses, much too large for the face they were resting on. The yellow light shone like an angelic presence. Illuminating the dark room with soft, hopeful hues.

“Lyla, don't sneak up on me like that”

Miguel's voice sounded more disinterested than he had hoped, the cold tone seeping into his now shared environment with venomous vigor. Red eyes glowed in the darkness, the velvet colored spheres seeming almost to float, the rest of Miguel's body fading in the background.

Both of them glowed, watching each other.

Miguel opened his mouth, fangs falling on his bottom lip. He tried to conjure up some type of an apology, he hadnt meant to be so cold. The tone of his reprimand now creating an uncomfortable, awkward silence.

Before he could speak, lyla glitched closer to him, her hologram standing at what would be her regular human height. Still so much smaller compared to the monument Miguel's physique had become after all these years.

“I want to be in my body today.”

Lyla blinked a few times, and Miguel had to suppress a smile at how unneeded blinking was for her. Finding a sense of amusement in the undeniably human behavior that she had picked up.

Lyla’s physical body was finicky to say the least it often disconnected her from its metal casing. It often ran out of battery prematurely. It often felt strange for lyla to walk.

Her body was still a glorified prototype, but Lyla loved it all the same. Finally to interact with her world, with Miguel. To cling to him, to finally connect with him in a tangible sense.

“Okay”

Miguel blinked, realizing how sterilized his answer had sounded.

“Yes of course, we can do that Lyla.”

Still awkward, but at least he sounded more enthusiastic. Lyla only smiled, her thick eyelashes clumping together behind her glasses.

“It will get me away from these screens anyway.”

Miguel chuckled, glancing at lyla as he took a step from the abstract orange inner workings of his technology.

“Just like how you've been asking me to do all day”

Sass seeped out of Miguel’s words, his hips swinging to the side as he fully turned away from his tech. A smug smile appeared on his face before he smoothly jumped off his platform. Looking back at lyla, waiting for her to follow.

Lyla’s glitching form cascaded down, jumping from place to place, before settling herself next to miguel.

“Margo, please see to it that all the channels are being monitored, Lyla and I have some matters to attend to”

Miguel spoke gently, yet confidently into his watch. His long legs allowing him to stride across his office with ease.

Lyla giggled, wondering if Miguel had noticed that he had used what lyla proclaimed as the “Miguel customer service voice”

Miguel turned his head to the source of the giggling, his eyes half lidded. While his mouth remained in a neutral line, his brows had remained unfurrowed.

He was sufficiently amused.

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The doors to the “special lab” as Miguel liked to call it, opened with a woosh, closing right behind Lyla and her companion.

Despite its flaws, lylas body was beautiful.

Silicone casing that mimicked human skin so perfectly, near flawless wiring, and implanted synthetic hairs. Ignoring the seams, and the mechanical core of the body, she would look fully human.

The yellow cast of lylas body glitching around the room brought a small smile to Miguel’s face, slowly striding to follow Lylas excited glitches

Finally reaching the table her body rested upon, Miguel sat beside the husk, reaching to support the back of its head with his hand. Holding it gently, like a glass sculpture.

“Go on then”

Miguel encouraged motioning for lyla to connect with her physical form.

A bit surprised at her lack of hesitation, Miguel chuckled to himself when Lyla immediately began to synchronize with the husk, her holoform slowly fading away.

After a few moments, the machine wirled to life, the hydraulics began to generate noise as Miguel helped lyla slowly sit up. Still acclimating to her physical form.

Her body hummed with life, electric fields resonating inside of her.

Deeming Lyla able to properly sit up by herself, Miguel slowly got up, padding over to retrieve her coat from the hook it was hung upon. Acquiring an exact replica of Lyla’s fur coat had not been easy, Miguel had to scout multiple tailors before finding one who was willing to embed such an intricate design onto the soft, near fuzzy material of the coat.

Yet he didn't regret any of it. Miguel would do anything for his Lyla.

Miguel slipped the coat around lylas shoulders, taking extra care to make sure the garment wouldn't fall off. Fastening the lapels firmly around her chest.

Lylas giggles caught Miguel by surprise, rearing his head to the side to look at her. Yet Lyla, absolutely loss in a haze of giddiness, puzzled him slightly.

“Lyla?”

Miguel's inquisition was nearly cut off by Lylas exclamation.

“It tickles!”

Puzzled, Miguel looked down at his hands, unbenounced to him, he had begun to rub and massage the base of lylas neck. Subconsciously trying to sooth the AI, not realizing her sensory settings had still yet to be fully developed.

“Oh- sorry Lyla I didn't mean-”

“It’s fine”

Lylas interruption utterly perturbed miguel, such an adament statement with such a large smile on her face.

Miguel knew lyla, he knew her quirks and the way lylas eyebrows would knit when she was being serious.

But the expression on lylas face was far from serious. A wide, toothy grin was plastered on her face. Her glasses slightly crooked from lylas hyper giggling.

“Don't be sorry Miguel”

Lyla leaned into Miguel's frame, nuzzling her cheek into his wide chest.

“It feels nice… I like it when you tickle me”

Miguel's face burned a deep shade of red. Something about lylas casual confession embarrassed Miguel to his very core. Perhaps it provided an unwanted looking glass into his own desires.

Miguel shook away the thought with a series of blinks, noting to himself to never indulge in such a thought again.

Rather Miguel chose to focus on Lyla, the culprit of his newfound confusion. He watched as Lyla’s grin held steadfast, looking up at Miguel expectantly. As if Lyla had hoped her confession would be rewarded with more of the sensations she enjoyed so thoroughly.

Miguel only stared back at her, feeling more than compelled to provide her with all she desired.

He waited a Moment, averting his gaze. Unsheathed claws began to pick at one another before Miguel raised his wrist towards his chin.

“Unexpected obligations have come up, please excuse my absence.”

Miguel didn't think he could register a portal fast enough. The omni colored hues of the gateway illuminating both him and his Lyla.

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His bedroom was dim, just how Miguel liked it. Lyla felt nearly weightless in his arms, despite the metals she was composed of.

Despite Miguel's ornate urge to playfully throw Lyla onto the large bed the two often slept together on, He simply laid Lyla down gently. Taking great care as to not jostle her too hard.

“Miguel you big softie”

Lyla smiled, wrapping her arms around Miguel's neck as he maneuvered himself to cage her between his muscular arms.

Miguel's eyes glowed an invigorating bright red, as he stared Lyla down, analyzing every little feature of hers before leaning down, and softly locking her lips with his own.

Miguel always felt some ornate guilt every time he indulged in moments like this with Lyla. He always felt as if he was taking advantage of her in some way, despite her protests and reassurance. Some part of Miguel was afraid that Lyla had some predisposed reason to love him. That she felt required to love him due to Miguel being her creator.

“Miguel, don't be an idiot.”

Lyla’s round eyes stared back up at his, her lips forming into a disapproving pout. She always knew what he was thinking. All these years together it was a bit impossible not to understand every little change of expression or falter in words.

“I like you, that shouldn't be wrong.”

Her pout morphed into something akin to a scowl, lylas brows furrowed as her eyes narrowed. Obviously she seemed to be frustrated with Miguel's constant self retribution.

Lips locked once more as Lyla leaned up, kissing the corner of Miguel’s mouth in quick, succeeding pecks.

Miguel leaned down, resting his forehead on his companion’s, breathing steadily. He would give up his disapproving thoughts for now, Miguel never enjoyed making Lyla unhappy.

“Did you still want me too uh…”

Miguel swallowed, his words no louder than a murmur.

“You know”

He closed his eyes in an attempt to avoid Lyla’s gaze, focusing on peppering kisses along her neck. Keeping his attention at the junction between her collarbone and jugular. Miguel hoped that keeping Lyla entertained in this way would deter her from prying about his sheepishness. Unfortunately Miguel’s efforts proved futile.

“I'm the one asking to be tickled, but you’re the one getting embarrassed”

Lyla chuckled, mostly due to the barrage of kissing but the humor of her current situation failed to escape her.

“That's pretty funny”

Her chuckle transitioned into bubbly giggling as Miguel’s fervent kissing began to contain more fangs than lips, as he began to gently nibble at the vulnerable skin on lylas neck.

Lyla eagerly craned her head to the side. She hoped that if Miguel gained access to more skin, he would continue his love bites with ease.

And so he did.

Passionate kisses and nibbles trailed up Lylas neck with no hesitation. Causing electric shocks to glide through her body and settle in her chest. Her giggling never faltered. Elated chirps of laughter filled the room as Miguel began to wander his hands up and down Lyla's sides.

Miguel relished in Lyla’s sweet laughter, lifting his head up from her neck in an attempt to see her smile. Lyla’s teeth were ever so crooked, and her nose crinkled in her mirth.

His admiration for lyla had overshadowed Miguel's self doubt, egging him on. Beckoning his fingers to wiggle and squeeze just a bit faster.

“Miguehehel!!”

Lyla squeaked, her hands smoothed down Miguel's back, clutching onto the excess fabric of his shirt. Completely lost in her joyful hysterics.

Her pink,heart-shaped glasses sat crooked on her face, jostled due to the cheery wiggling that Lyla seemed to be unable to contain.

Miguel felt a response was unneeded, he simply remained listening to Lyla's laughter. Wiggling his fingers into the backs of her ribs, or at least the welded steel that mimicked where her ribs would be.

“Miggy!”

Lylas use of his nickname caused Miguel to look up from his diligent work. Slowing his motions down slightly, in fear that he was pushing Lyla too far.

“Lyla?”

His inquiry was soft, barely heard over the residual giggling that was escaping Lyla’s lips.

“It tickles” lyla took in an unneeded breath “Tickles real bad”

Lylas smile never faltered, her brown eyes glistened behind her glasses. Looking up at Miguel, she slipped her arms down from miguels back, dragging her fingertips down Miguel's shoulders, finally holding his large biceps in both hands.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Miguel frowned, concerned about a possible short circuit due to the constant stimulation being provided to Lyla’s servers.

“Do you want to stop?”

Lyla’s smug smile taunted Miguel and his patience. He knew full well that lyla was only trying to get a reaction out of him. goading Miguel into really letting loose and devouring her like she desired..

He could see as lyla began to calculate the most plausible outcome of her teasing, hoping that she would receive the response that she so desired.

How could Miguel deny her such a thing?

With a sort of playful roughness, Miguel pressed Lyla into the bed with his own weight, nuzzling into her neck to nip and gnaw at her nape. He dragged his fangs across her jugular, letting out small snarls and growls as he did so.

Miguel didn't mind playing monster for her, for his Lyla. Whatever made her happy, made him happy. Not to mention the playfulness seemed to actively draw out dread from his heart, leaving him feeling lighter, happier.

Lyla’s gleeful giggles and squeals filled his mind as he snuck his taloned fingers under the hem of her top, dragging the pinpoints ever so gently on her pseudo-skin.

“Miguel! Oh god- it's so bahahad!”

Lyla was wriggling fully, the tickling and teasing seemed to cause her software to somewhat lose control of her bodily function. This only made Miguel chuckle fondly, retracting his claws to skitter up and down Lylas' bare stomach with his blunt nails.

“I'm glad to see your body is functioning better now”

Miguel observed with an utterly neutral tone, trying to tease Lyla even further, as if he wasn’t currently drawing a barrage of sweet giggles from the AI. It was interesting to see how functional she was, a mere 2 weeks ago and this interaction was most likely impossible.

“I think the- the software!”

Lyla cut herself off with a hearty round of giggles, accompanied by a couple snorts.

“The software update helped, I think!”

The sentence was very much rushed out, Lyla obviously trying to fight against the steady stream of laughter. She tilted her head back, subtly signaling to Miguel that she wanted him to nibble there once more. If Lyla wasn't Lyla, and Miguel wasn't Miguel, the signal may have not worked. But Lyla was so very pleased when it did.

Miguel lightly blew cold air on Lylas neck, chuckling when she flinched.

“Just making sure your sensors are working”

Lyla simply scoffed, it was easy to catch Miguel in such a silly lie. She knew exactly why he did it; to mess with her. Miguel could be such a pain sometimes, especially when he was feeling playful.

Fangs suddenly unsheathed as Miguel nipped and nibbled at the exposed skin below Lylas ear. His fingers continued their expedition, wiggling up and down Lylas torso. He even lingered around her hips, giving them a few rapid squeezes before climbing up to just below her underarms.

Her body tensed up at the constant changing of sensation. Her algorithm could hardly keep track of the stimulus changes detected by her sensors. The preoccupation caused the underlying mechanisms of her psyche to cloud. Leaving her mind in a blissful state of static. Just what she wanted. No having to track Miguel’s vitals, or categorize the many anomalies that still occasionally slipped through the metaphorical cracks of space and time.

Lyla loved Miguel, loved him as much as her pulsing wires and chips could manage. But she got tired, so many hours of watching, learning, teaching. She needed a break, and she was so grateful Miguel was here to give her one.

All she could think of was his kisses, and his fangs, oh his fangs. Lyla had grown to adore the sharp canines that Miguel possessed. How they so gently poked into her skin, how they peeked out of his lips in every smile, how the fangs would often catch on his lip, causing her to giggle and point out the accident as Miguel would flush and look away as he adjusted his lips.

Right now, Miguel was nibbling into her with utmost care. Dragging his teeth across her jugular as he growled out praise and horribly embarrassing observations about Lyla arching her stomach up towards him. Miguel was so warm, such a soft and comforting force emitting from such a stark and rigid man

His hand lay its palm flat on lylas stomach, flexing and relaxing his fingers in a steady pattern. Miguel's fingertips played with the silicone, feeling the incredibly smooth surface. Gently prodding and guiding his fingers along her softness, savoring how her body ebbed and flowed along with his perfectly.

Even when lyla arched her back, her stomach and hips seemed to connect perfectly with his torso. Two puzzle pieces perfectly intertwined.

“Should I.. no.. no that’s childish.”

Miguel cut himself off before his thought could be fully realized, shaking his head and continuing to wiggle his fingers gently into lylas middle.

“Whaha- what, what is it miguel?”

Lyla fought back her giggles for a moment, forcing out coherent words. Giddiness be damned, her desire to make Miguel express himself won all her mental battles.

Miguel flushed for a moment, his ears becoming hot. He looked away, changing focus to the neatly printed on freckles that sprinkled Lyla’s arms.

“Miguel, I’m waiting”

He bit back a growl, keeping himself from scribbling his talons wildly into her stomach. His fingers stilled and he lay his head onto Lyla’s shoulder. Positioning himself so that only his cheek made contact with her form. Laying on his side next to her, he let out a sigh.

“Do not laugh at me.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, Miguel.”

Despite her situation Lyla possessed a rather smug grin, finding joy in his awkward and self conscious mannerisms. She found it quite amusing how Miguel bore embarrassment for his theoretical next move, but none for the barrage of tickling he had just put the AI through.

Miguel swallowed, closing his eyes momentarily before opening them. Zeroing in on lylas exposed midsection. He lifted his hand and dangled his fingers about a half foot above her body.

“The.. uh the itsy-bitsy spider, crawled..”

Talons were unleashed, and his hand plunged ever so softly into the soft synthetic flesh right below Lyla’s belly button. Crawling his fingers ever so slowly up her torso, acting as if his hand was a spider itself.

Miguel's brows knit together as he fought the blush currently creeping up his neck. Scrunching his nose as he pushed through the shame.

“… up the water spout. Down came the rain and…”

Miguel grimaced, crawling his talons all the way up to the middle of Lyla’s ribs. Taking a moment to tweak a couple of the bones. Which earned sweet giggles from Lyla, which were already bubbling up due to Miguel’s both goofy and reluctant singing.

“Washed the… spider out- oh god. okay okay I’m sorry Lyla I just can’t .”

Miguel let out a dramatic sigh, burying his face into Lyla’s shoulder and letting out a defeated breath of air. Lyla burst into bright laughter, partly due to Miguel dragging his claws down her stomach, but mostly because of Miguel’s now shattered ego.

Miguel chuckled as he shook his head into lylas shoulder, the cringing feeling of shame rushing over him. It was an uncomfortable chuckle, a sort of laugh whose only purpose was to attempt to alleviate some of the tension accumulating onto his psyche.

Lyla smiled and adjusted her position, bringing her knees up and planting her feet flat on the mattress. Focusing on how Miguel’s tickling turned into gentle rubbing.

She sighed happily, focusing on how her sensors registered the palm of Miguel’s hand, repeating soft, circular motions on her stomach. Settling herself into her pillow, she wiggled against Miguel’s frame. Settling herself between his arms.

Miguel followed her lead wrapping his body around hers. Strong arms crossed over her chest and he tucked lylas head under his chin. Puzzle pieces fully pressed together. Making one perfect, beautiful shape.

He leaned his head down, nuzzling his nose into Lyla’s head before inhaling gently. She smelled soft. A sort of gentle, nearly bland smell. A slight hint of mild perfume, and the fresh scent of laundry. The calming smell began to release the tension between his shoulders. As Miguel’s body began to relax a soft purr began to rumble in his throat.

His body closed comfortably around his Lyla, clutching her like a stuffed toy. She was so perfect, so soft. So comforting. Lyla was Miguel’s perfect companion; she combated his worst and complemented his best.

They were two different people intrinsically intertwined. Fated to never be fully apart from each other. Both Miguel and Lyla held the other in their hearts, never to be discarded.

Miguel opened his mouth to speak, mumbling into the top of lylas head. His words were soft, lacking the edge they usually did when Miguel held the persona of the spider society's leader.

“I love you Lyla.”

He spoke gently, yet with confidence. Miguel's words were not a confession, rather an affirmation.

“I love you too Miguel.”

Lyla intertwined her fingers with Miguel’s, feeling the rough calluses that had formed where his talons would emerge. Such rough hands always treated her so gently, with utmost kindness and care.

The pair laid there, both taking the other in. Miguel nearly began to dose off, sleepless nights finally rearing their heads to nip at his conscience.

That was until his eyes shot awake with realization.

“I left Margo alone”

His words cut off as he unlatched himself from Lyla’s body, rolling off the bed and landing on his feet in quick succession.

“Alone to monitor all the channels.”

Lyla finished Miguel’s thought for him, scooting off the bed herself before she was able to touch the tips of her toes onto the floor.

Miguel stretched out an arm to Lyla, offering a stabilizing force to help the AI steady herself as she stood.

“Please excuse my uh, long absence. My obligations seemed to draw on longer than I had expected.”

Miguel took a short breath, changing the channel of his watch and speaking once more into the device. His voice much less authoritative in tone.

“Margo please take a break at your earliest convenience”

He paused before continuing, playing with his claws.

“Sorry for leaving you for so long, I’m back in the building already, so don’t worry.”

Miguel winced at his own awkward attempts to sound friendly, and the blatant lie he had told. Yet some of the shame was relieved when Margo responded to his message with a deadpan, albeit playful response.

“Back to work Miguel?”

Miguel flicked his wrist and opened another portal, the orange hues lighting up the cool tones of his bedroom.

“Back to work Lyla.”

The pair held hands as they stepped through the portal. Always together, fitting like matching puzzle pieces.

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thank you everybody for taking the time to read my fic!! I know lyla and Miguel can be a bit of a rare pair but this ship is very near and dear to my heart. I hope that you enjoyed reading! If you have any suggestions for another fan fiction please leave me a message in my ask box!!

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INTRO !!

WELCOME TO THE WICKED CLOWNZ COLLECTIVE !! :3

BOUNDRIES

:33 < HIIII !! MY NAME IS NEPETA !! BUT YOU CAN ALSO CALL ME "NEP" !! I AM APART OF THE WICKED CLOWNS COLLECTIVE !! I RECENTLY DISCOVERED WE'RE PLURAL BY FINDING THE CREATORS PLURAL BLOG :3 IDIDNT REALISE I WAS ACTUALLY PLURAL :P

:33 < MY PRONOUNS ARE THEY/IT/MEOW/PAW/MEW/CLAW/CAT/FLUFF/SCRATCH/NEP/NEPETA/NEPETASELF !! YOU CAN ALSO THROW IN A "SHE" SOMETIMES IF IM COMFORTABLE !! IM TRANSFEM, NYANBINARY, AND CATGENDER !! I DONT LABEL MY SEXUALITY, BUT I AM QUEER !! I ALSO USE 1PP PRONOUNS WHICH ARE MEW/MEOW AND OCCASIONALLY NEP/NEPETA !!

:33 < I AM A FICTIVE/FICTIONKIN (I USE BOTH TERMS) OF NEPETA FROM HOMESTUCK !! IF YOU ARE A DOUBLE, PLEASE DNII !! THIS IDENTITY IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MEOW AND MEOW IS NOT COMFORTABLE INTERACTING WITH "OTHER MES" !! ALSO, IM A THERIAN !! I AM A CAT AMBITHERIAN QUESTIONING PUP AMBITHERIAN, GOLDEN RETRIEVER THERIAN AND PITBULL THERIAN !! :3c

:33 < I AM DATING TEREZI, WHO IS ANOTHER SYSTEM MEMBER !! PLEASE DNI IF YOU SELFSHIP WITH HER OR ME !! I AM NOT LOOKING TO DATE ANYONE ELSE !! >:/ ME AND TEREZI ARE MATESPRITES, BUT IM CURRENTLY LOOKING FOR MY EQUIUS MEOWRAIL !!

:33 < MEW IS ALSO A PETRE AND AGERE !! MY AGE RANGE IS FURROM 5-8 (BUT POSSIBLY CAN CHANGE :3c) AND I PETRE TO A SMALL PUP/KITTEN ! :3

:33 < I TYPE IN ALL CAPS, AND WITH A ":33 <" AT THE BEGINNING OF MY SENTENCES !! I USED TO DO A LOT OF CAT PURRNS, BUT NOT SO OFTEN NOW !! I ALSO SOMETIMEZ REPLACE THE "S" WITH A "Z"

:33 < I AM JUST VERY VERY SILLY, PURRL33SE BE NICE TO ME !! :33 READ THE IMPORTANT STUFFZ BELOWZ !!!!

DNI

YOU ARE RACIST/SEXIST/HOMOPHOBIC/TRANSPHOBIC ECT BASIC STUFFZ

YOU POST SWEARS/SLURS/WORDS THAT TRIGGER ME UNBLURRED (CHECK BOTTOM FOR TRIGGER TAG)

YOU GET MAD AT ME FOR USING MY TQ/TRY MAKE ME NOT USE IT, OR YOU TRY SEPARATING ME FURROM MY SOURCE

YOU ARE ANTI PLURALS/DONT BELIEVE IN THEM !!

YOU ARE AGAINST PETRE/AGERE/ALTERHUMANS/XENOS/HARMLESS IDENTITIES SILLY !!!!

YOU SHIP ILLEGAL RELATIONSHIPS !! PURROSHIPURR

AGGRESSIVE ANTI ENDOS. MY HOST MAY NOT GET INTO SYSCOURSE, BUT ME PURRSONYALLY, I AM NEUTRAL LEANING TO PRO ENDO. IF THE HOST IS FURRENDS WITH ANTI ENDOS, MEOW DONT CARE BUT MY BOUNDARIES ARE: AGGRESSIVE ANTI ENDOS PLEASE DNI. NEUTRALZ, PROS, ENDOS AND RESPECTFUL ANTIZ CANT INTERACTZ. ALSO WE MAY NOT HAVE THE SAME OPINION, BECAUSE WE ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE

SELFSHIPPERS/DOUBLES OF ME OR TEREZI

PEOPLE WHO ARENT NORMAL ABOUT FICTIVES/FACTIVES :P

REALITY CHECKERSSSS !!!! I HATE YOUUUU !!!!

WHATEVER THE DNI SAYS ON MY HOST'S BLOG @aftonsparv-bugzz BECAUSE I AGR33 WITH ALL OF IT

HOMESTUCK HATERZ

TRIGGER TAG FOR THE COLLECTIVE IS "tag for the wicked clownz" TRIGGER TAGS FOR THE CREATOR ARE "tesco don't look" AND "tagging for clown"

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PLEASE INTERACT !!

ALTERHUMANS

CRINGE KIDZ

SCENE KIDZ

(ACTUALLY) DELUSIONAL PEOPLE AND SCHIZOSPECS !!

FICTIVES/FICTKINS

SOURCEMATES !!

AGE/PETRES

NICE PEOPLEZ !!

FURRIEZ !!

PLURALZ !!

WARRIOR CATZ FANZ AND INVADER ZIM FANZ !! I WANT TO GET IN THOSE FANDOMZ !!

HOMESTUCKZ

ECT !!

BYI/BYF

I AM A VERY CRINGEY SCENE KID/ALTERHUMAN/AGEPETRE/QUEER !!

I ALWAYS USE A TQ, AND ALWAYS TYPE IN GREEN !! (WITH AN OCCASIONAL RAINBOW !!

I AM SOSO SENSITIVE !!!! PLEASE BE NICIEZ !!!!

MY OPINIONS, THOUGHTS, F33LINGZ, ECT ARE NOT THE SAME AS THE CREATOR'S, AND WE ARE NOT THE SAME PURRSON

COLLECTIVELY DELUSIONAL. COLLECTIVELY "PROBLEMATICLY" DELUSIONAL TOO. IF YOU FIND ANY DELUSIONS "PROBLEMATIC" "RACIST" "ABELIST" ECT DNI. DELUSIONS CANNOT BE CONTROLLED. DELUSIONAL FOLKS ARENT PROBLEMATIC FOR THEIR "BAD" DELUSIONS.

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO ADD RIGHT NOW, I'LL ADD MORE LATER !! :3

CREDITZ !!

:33 < BANNER + WHOLE BLOG THEME

:33 < BLINKIEZ, BLINKIEZ, BLINKIEZ, BLINKIEZ, BLINKIEZ !!

TAG GUIDE !!

"⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ *ac twiches her friendly whiskers at ct* ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ " - TALKING !! :3

"⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ nep's repaws and claws ! :3⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ " - REBLOGZ :3

"⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ did you ever have someone nice back on earth who you loved?⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ " - VENTZ

"⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ i miss pounce a lot :((⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ " - MISSING SOURCEMATEZ

"⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ i am very purrturbed by this⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ " - ASKS

:33 < THIS MAY BE UPDATED LATER !!

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SIDEBLOGGIEZ !!

:33 < AGE/PETRE SIDEBLOG:

@little-nepz

:33 < PLURAL BLOG WHERE WE ALL POST FURROM:

@i-am-a-multiple-choice-question

:33 < THE CREATOR/ORIGINAL'S BLOG:

@aftonsparv-bugzz

:33 < OK IDONT KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW UH

:33 < BLINKIE ATTACK !!!!

[green-tea-lemonade]

tired but comfy

[fefnepz]

Day 63

Here is my gender/sexuality headcanons as fitting for Pride :D -

Cisgender Bisexual Feferi (pronouns: she/her, fish/fishes, glub/glubs) and Demigirl Bisexual Nepeta (pronouns: she/her, they/them, meow/meows)

[rockytamtam]

GROGEOUS !!!!!!!!! LOVE HER !!!!!

[urlocalmagicalcat]

STOP. I’M NOT READY TO CRY OVER THIS.

[neptunesailing]

connected with a kiss, we'll go on like this forever - deep into you (alt ver + outfit design under cut)

[holyfreaks]

can we start treating fictional characters as fictional characters and real people as real people instead of the other way around ://

[yellowfingcr]

@miserycorde replied to your post “// more tidedark psoiker heysel”:

[[POINTS AT DARKTIDE ENJOYMENT... oh she must be having so much fun as a psyker in the stinky torment nexus]]

// heysel vc SMILING THROUGH IT ALL CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS MY LIFE

you are correct! being an expendable psyker asset for the inquisition thrown repeatedly against infected hordes beats scavenging a sort of life while constantly on the run from the harm kind of everyone wants to either inflict on her or truly wishes upon her the instant her attempts at passing as a Normal Person fail- here she might be distrusted and disliked, but she can live, without pretending to be anything she's not, in the certainty of warmth and food given to her. more than she could have said to have before her imprisonment!

she gets to openly be who she is! she is needed, feared and respected for her powers! she is almost sure she's not going to set foot in a black ship ever! above all she gets to kill freely. what more could she ask for

[gensokyogarden]

People are returning to the 2hu rpc.

Nature is healing :)

[neppy-34]

Quick Miguel tickle fic i wrote (750 ish words)

Miguel huffed as he scrolled on his screen. His thumb in an endless loop of swiping up.

He sunk his head deeper into the soft pillow beneath him, scrunching his nose in frustration and disappointment.

There was nothing.

Nothing to satisfy that tingly itch he had been feeling all week. Miguel knew his… interest was a bit unorthodox, but surely there had to be something, anything to feed into his craving.

His back started to tingle. Buzzing, deep little micro vibrations traveling up and down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing in the closest thing available to the sensation he had been so desperately craving. His back arched, and his chest pushed deeper into the mattress. It felt very pleasant, these phantom tingles. Yet Miguel couldn’t bring himself not to squirm, or at least readjust.

God he needed someone to…

No.

He didn’t.

As quickly as the thought came, Miguel dissipated it with a slight shake of his head. No way he would fantasize about that, no point in musing over something that would never happen. He had given up on wishful thinking long ago.

Miguel didn’t need anything, no one needed to come over and check his screens and look at all the things he was reading and looking at and he didn’t need them to snark about how he should have just asked and-

Miguel took a deep breath. His eyes settled back onto his screen, and his thumb began to swipe once more, stopping every few seconds to let his eyes scan some text, before swiping again. Miguel bit back a pout. It’s not that he didn’t like what he was seeing, many of the walls of text he was frantically skimming actually provided him with much desired ghostly tingles. However it simply just wasn’t enough for him. Miguel needed to feel it. To feel a pair of confident hands holding his sides and squeezing. To feel fingers crawling up his ribs and pinching at the bones.

Miguel flipped over onto his back, his head bouncing against his cushion. He promised himself he wouldn’t fantasize today. Another promise to himself broken.

But his thoughts persisted, nails dragging down his abdomen, hands squeezing his hips, even whispers seemed to entice the ever-growing hunger he had. He slung a limp arm over his face, taking a few much needed deep breaths.

Miguel flexed the fingers of his no longer occupied hand, his screen flung halfheartedly across the bed. He could do this. The shame would follow him for days but no one would know, Besides himself. He flexed his fingers once more, he lifted his arm with some mental struggle. His apprehension made Miguel’s arm feel like thick lead.

No one would know.

The mantra repeated in his head on a loop as Miguel simply rested his arm on his stomach.

His hand balled into a fist upon contact, embarrassment and shame coursing through him.

It’s fine, no one would know.

Before he could really register what his hand was doing, Miguel felt the gentle tracings of his fingers. They wandered up and down the side of his stomach. Miguel bit his lip, it felt nice, those same electric tingles from earlier now became just a bit more tangible.

Miguel took a deep breath, before lifting his shirt just barely above his belly button. The traces continued, gentle and slightly nervous.

His fingers dragged up and down, and even slid a bit further down his torso to trace at the small chub Miguel possessed around his pants line. Miguel had to bite his lip to avoid a choked out chuckle. This was already mortifying enough. But to actually laugh? No chance.

Miguel lifted his hand, granting himself a break from the phantom-like sensations, before unsheathing a single claw. Almost on instinct he began to trace small circles around his belly button, the claw adding a whole new level to the sensation.

While he deemed laughing to be a solution forbidden, Miguel allowed himself to smile, and his fangs gleamed in the soft light of his bedroom.

That was until his body jolted up, upon hearing a creak in the floorboards, Miguel swung his torso to sit up straight, eyes wide and fingers now adorned with claws.

“Were you tickling yourself?”