#🐷asks

[prettypiggytiffany]

girl you are dating the slimer 💀

I'm not sure who you're talking about! 😀😀

😓..

-Love, Tiffany! 💗

((ooc: YOU ALL HATE WHEN A GIRL GETS HER SLIME ON SMH!!))

[mabel-pines-rpblog]

kf someone makes a pacifica rp blog i will kiss you 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

[jaethecreator]

Aahh I was wondering if you could maybe write binnies reaction to Jisung buying him the skirts he had been eyeing for awhile, playfully ushering binnie off to try them on. ! <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH okay first request here we go, be prepared !! i hope you like it <3

Stray Skirts by @jaethecreator wc: 3.1k

Tags: BinSung, Cross-dressing, Skirts, Thigh Highs, Top Han Jisung, Bottom Seo Changbin, Fluff, Smut, College Student Han Jisung, Producer Seo Changbin, Slight Confidence Issues, Praise, Body Worship, BJ, Jisung is horny and Changbin suffers (in a good way).

If you looked at Seo Changbin from the outside, you’d have multiple thoughts. One: he can look quite intimidating. Many colleagues found the producer quite hard to approach. However, those close to him knew him as a mood-maker and the victim of many giggle-fits. Two: he was big. Large arms hugged by the cuffs of his shirt sleeves, and an even larger chest actively trying to escape said shirt. Three: his wardrobe was darker than most. The clothes Changbin tended to wear ranged from mostly ebony to cool black. No one but his boyfriend knew the plethora of colors hidden in his closet...

If you looked at Han Jisung from the outside, your thoughts would vary. One: he looked like a bit of a nerd. Large glasses with a sheepish smile were his go-to. Two: he’s quiet. The only time he wasn’t quiet was with close friends or his boyfriend. When he was comfortable, however, Jisung could be just as loud as any extrovert. Three: people assume he can’t be the top when standing beside his boyfriend. Behind closed doors though, the number of times he’d left Changbin pleased as punch with cum leaking from his hole was countless.

Initial thoughts aside, no one could guess from looking at the two in public that Changbin liked to cross-dress. Specifically, he loved to wear skirts. Feeling so free and pretty appealed to him more than he’d like to admit. When he’d first confessed it to Jisung, he was shy. The apples of his cheeks and the shells of his ears were pink, even as Jisung carded his fingers through Changbin’s curly hair and assured him nothing was wrong with what he loved. After learning the fact, he enthusiastically bought his boyfriend a skirt with hearts in his eyes the next day. Changbin found it hard to truly ask for things, always eager to please and satisfy—but there was nothing more that Jisung wanted to do than treat his boyfriend with whatever he wanted.

But Jisung didn’t just stop at one skirt.

Much to his wallet’s display (queue crickets chirping and cobwebs inside), Changbin was gifted skirts every two weeks. He still hadn’t built up the confidence to go shopping for them in person yet, so Jisung took to learning his sizing himself and surprising him every few weeks. Thankfully, an "accidental" discovery made his purchasing easier this week.

Changbin had left after having dinner with Jisung in their apartment to make his way to the studio he worked at, where he'd presumably be working on music till late at night. Unfortunately for Changbin, he had left behind his work laptop. Feeling stressed (even though it wasn’t him who left the computer), Jisung noticed and immediately grabbed the charging cord to unplug it. However, the unplugging of the laptop had woken the screen, and Jisung’s curiosity got the best of him.

The tab that had caught his interest was a site called Stray Skirts.

Jisung glanced side to side as if somehow Changbin was watching him (he wasn’t, obviously). He tilted his head as his eyes scanned the clothing website's page. After they settled on the wish-list icon at the top right, Jisung licked his lips determinedly and clicked once more. A screen filled with beautiful skirts opened, each selectively hearted by his adoring boyfriend. A soft coo left his lips, knowing Changbin would have looked drop-dead gorgeous in every single one. Truly, Jisung had never seen something not look perfect on Changbin—like it wasn’t made for him to wear.

Quickly choosing, Jisung added the top 3 skirts from Changbin’s wish list to the shopping cart. The first was a black faux leather miniskirt. The second skirt was a gorgeous mesh black floral print, much longer than the first one he’d seen. Lastly, the third and final skirt was Jisung’s favorite— a cream lace miniskirt that would pair beautifully with any piece in his boyfriend’s closet. He could already feel his heart fluttering just imagining Changbin opening his gifts and looking so pretty in his skirts, soft thighs spreading underneath them as he sat down. The way the leather of the first skirt would hug the front of his tummy and the curves of his ass, highlighting two of Jisung’s favorite parts of Changbin’s body. Warmth rose to his cheeks, while also sinking elsewhere.

"Get it together, Jisung..." He mumbled to himself.

Trying to calm his excitement, Jisung shook his head like a snow globe and began to put in his card information to make the purchase. He knew using the same account already logged in could risk Changbin finding out about the surprise, but Jisung couldn’t ignore that his boyfriend had reward points available to be used at checkout. Being a college student was tough, so if he could save money while pampering his boyfriend—Jisung was all up for it. After purchasing, he set up the tracking to be sent to his phone and email instead of Changbin’s.

Once he finished paying and knew he’d left no way for his boyfriend to discover the surprise, Jisung triumphantly puffed his chest and placed his hands on his hips—feeling proud of himself. However, this didn’t last long. The second he’d exhaled he felt his posture deflating, as he realized now he’d need to see his boyfriend in person and would have to keep the surprise a secret. Part of him started to feel a little guilty for taking so long to bring his boyfriend’s laptop, but surely he could forgive him in the name of love and romance.

Speaking of his boyfriend, it seemed he’d realized he’d left his work laptop at home by the vibration in his pocket. Changbin was calling Jisung’s phone asking him to bring it probably, so he put the computer away in its bag. Once he answered the phone, Jisung was greeted by Changbin’s sweet voice.

“Yeobo… I think I left my laptop on the coffee table. Can you bring it, please?”

“Jagi, please. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Not mine! My boyfriend would run 100 miles if I asked!”

“I would! You’d have to carry me back though, I don’t think my legs could take all that cardio..”

“Mine neither, but that’s beside the point! Be careful on your way, Jisungie—I love you!”

“Love you too hyung!”

If you saw Jisung’s face, you could tell his smile was warm and genuine. His eyes and lips shared the same expression, swelling with happiness and love after talking with Changbin on the phone. He couldn’t wait to see his boyfriend, even if he’d only been gone for an extremely short time. Was it possible to be just as excited about the gift as Changbin would be once he received it?

————————3 days later————————

The day the skirts arrived was perfect. Jisung’s classes were canceled because of an incident on campus, and Changbin had decided to work on some song lyrics at home. This meant the couple could be lazy together, basking in each other’s warmth and presence. There was nothing more that Changbin wanted to do than spend the day snuggled against his boyfriend.

Changbin had left Jisung’s koala grab to shower, returning from their bathroom with only a towel wrapped low around his waist. Wet messy curls rested perfectly on his head, looking more delicious than he did going in. Jisung couldn’t help but ogle at his boyfriend’s body, causing the other to smirk and flex his arms. However, Changbin's arms weren’t the first parts Jisung's eyes had landed on.

The swell of his chest came first. Jisung's eyes darted from the top of Changbin's hair to the pair of tits that stared straight at him. He knew the socially acceptable term for them was pecs, but the way the soft flesh often filled the cups of Jisung's hands said otherwise. As he watched Changbin, he couldn’t help but wet his lips. It was easy for Jisung to imagine his teeth taking each nipple into his mouth, giving both buds equal pleasure as he elicited the prettiest of whimpers from his beautiful boyfriend.

God, Jisung was puddy..

After his eyes had their way with Changbin’s plush chest, Jisung's eyes trailed down to the pudge at his waist. Jisung had lovingly marked the skin there plenty of times before and Changbin never tired from the attention. He found the softness of the other’s torso delectable, always trailing his lips and fingers over what he could. Jisung would take the flesh of Changbin’s tummy between his teeth, nipping with his nose pressed into his skin, hands resting on both sides of his waist. He'd hold his beautiful Binnie there, indulging in the little belly that had formed from never saying no to what indulged him.

He’d have continued surveying the sight before him, but at some point, he'd realized Changbin was trying to get his attention by calling his name.

“Baby?”

“Baby..?”

“Sungie...?”

“Sung-ah!”

“Jisung-ah!”

“Han Jisung!”

“Yah, are you even listening to me?! Hello?!���

Jisung was startled as he blinked, realizing he’d zoned out into his own Changbin fantasies when said fantasy was standing there. His eyes immediately looked up, watching as the other stepped closer towards him. Jisung’s hands moved to rest on Changbin’s hips. He held him there, giving him all his attention—his breath waiting on whatever word Changbin would say next.

The older had wanted Jisung to pay attention, but his eyes looked up at him like he was the stars in the sky. He couldn’t help but blush, feeling shyer by the minute.

“Wah.. what’s this atmosphere now? Do you feel bad for not answering?”

Changbin teased him with his words, then used one of his stubbier hands to push a curl behind the shell of Jisung’s ear. Afterward, he used the same hand to begin petting the back of Jisung’s head—an amused smile on his face.

“I was just thinking, Binnie. What’s up?”

“Did you not hear our Alexa? She said a package arrived. I was asking you if you ordered anything?”

“Ahhhh, did Alexa say that? She must be running low on battery.”

“Jisungie. She plugs into the wall.”

“..Right. Well, you should know by now what it is hyung! Did you think I’d forget your skirts?”

Feeling more bashful than before, Changbin looked down while smiling like a fool. Even though he loved the spoiling and pampering from his boyfriend, he’d never say it out loud—but Jisung could read him like a book.

“Yeobo.. you know you don’t have to buy me new ones every few weeks. I never wear them out in public anyways.”

Changbin spoke with a pout on his face. He felt guilty getting so many pretty skirts and never having the confidence to wear them out of the house. He wanted people to see them—he wanted people to see how much Jisung loved him.

A gentle hand meeting his cheek brought the older out of his thoughts. Jisung’s thumb rubbed the soft skin as he felt heat rising under it. When Changbin was blushing prettily like this for him, he couldn’t hide the satisfied smile that’d spread across his face.

“Doesn’t matter. I think you look perfect in every single one. And you feel happy in your skirts, right Binnie?”

Softly sighing, Changbin pressed his cheek further into Jisung’s hand, causing the apple of his cheek to squish against his palm. Jisung giggled at this, which in turn caused Changbin to as well. The sound alone reminded Jisung of wedding bells, but that was a thought for later.

“I’ll take that as a yes. While you finish drying, I’ll go and get the skirts! When I get back, you should give me a little fashion show~”

——————A few minutes later——————

Jisung returned to the bedroom holding the box of skirts as Changbin turned his attention to it. The other had simply changed into his briefs, prepared to get himself in a skirt soon. With a pleased smile, he broke the distance between them and began undoing the ribbon that tied the package together.

A soft gasp left Jisung’s boyfriend, which surprised him. Normally he was much louder than—

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! YOU DIDN’T!!!!! YAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Jisung’s hands had clamped over his ears, eyes screwed shut as he laughed. While Changbin let out happy noises and giggles, the younger was internally gushing at how overjoyed his boyfriend was. Jisung was sure they’d receive a noise complaint, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. When he saw Changbin excitingly putting on the mesh skirt, it felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Nothing felt better than making the other so happy.

Anything and everything he’d been stressing out over the past two weeks disappeared from his mind simply because of how happy his boyfriend looked. He’d remember them all tomorrow, but now—he felt free. Free to indulge in his lover’s happiness.

“Do you like them, jagi? I’ve been keeping it a secret!”

“Aish, how could you keep this from me?! They’re beautiful, just like the day I saw them online!”

“You know, I couldn’t have done it without you. We make a good team!”

“..What do you mean, Sung-ah?”

“Remember when you forgot your laptop hyung? I saw the site from there!”

“..Yah. So you spied on my laptop?”

“In the name of love! And romance! Romance isn’t dead! I kept it alive all by myself for the past 3 days, I swear!”

“You’re too funny sometimes... I’m just kidding, yeobo—that doesn’t bother me!”

“Oh thank god.. I thought I was in trouble.”

“Even if you were, how could I be mad when I look this good in the skirt you bought me?”

Jisung’s gaze lowered from Changbin’s face to the skirt he’d put on first, watching his boyfriend playfully wiggling his hips. Was it normal to find someone so cute and sexy all at once? The younger felt his lips parting to speak, but nothing came out as Changbin quickly motioned for Jisung to leave the room, claiming he had to grab something as a surprise for him.

“A surprise for me? Hyung, are you trying to one-up me?!”

“Don’t say something like that! I’m just returning the favor, that’s all. I’ve had them for a while anyways...”

Jisung tilted his head, curious about what his boyfriend could be referring to. However, Changbin gave him a look that meant “If you don’t leave now, I’ll make you leave” which was hot in theory, but he also didn’t feel like getting pushed out of their shared bedroom—so he exited on his own accord. When he returned, Jisung felt his jaw go slack.

Changbin was sitting on the bed wearing the cream skirt Jisung had bought him over his black briefs and a pair of white thigh-highs. Jisung’s mouth went dry as he took the view in, still not used to how cute his boyfriend looked wearing the clothing. Changbin’s legs were already gorgeous and thick, but the soft material of the thigh-highs stretching over his tanned skin and hugging his plush thighs was enough to send Jisung into cardiac arrest.

“You look like a dream.”

“Wanted to put the skirt on for you, Sungie. Wanted to look pretty when you came back.”

Changbin all but batted his eyelashes, even as Jisung walked closer to the bed. Using both hands, Jisung gently separated his boyfriend’s legs to give himself more access. One by one he placed kiss after kiss along the flesh of Changbin’s inner thighs, his hands smoothing up and down the outer sides. He could feel a subtle squirm here and there, which only filled Jisung with the confidence he needed.

Jisung carefully filled the space between them, one of his hands holding the back of Changbin’s head as he pressed their lips together, hovering over him. Once the older’s hands met his waist, Jisung deepened the kiss, free hand splayed against Changbin’s back. The hand that took solace in his curls began to tug, causing his boyfriend to whine softly as their lips parted. He knew it was time for him to make his baby feel good.

“So fucking gorgeous...”

He mumbled against Changbin’s plump lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth. Jisung gently laid the other against the bed, his hands moving to squeeze at his chest. Mewling and whining underneath him, Binnie was looking gorgeous—large muscles all for show. It was so sexy knowing that Changbin could overpower him at any second, but that he chose to submit so beautifully underneath Jisung every time.

Jisung gently licked a stripe between Changbin’s pecs, hands continuing their ministrations until he took a nipple into his mouth. A soft gasp left his boyfriend, Changbin’s lips performing a perfect “o” shape as his eyelashes fluttered. The younger couldn’t help the wetness of his lips as he pulled away, looking like a man possessed.

“Fuck.. feels like these tits were made for my mouth, hyung. Are they mine..? They’re mine, yeah?”

He pressed a kiss to the nipple he’d finished sucking on, then moved to Changbin’s other pec. Underneath him, his boyfriend could barely answer the question asked to him with a strained “Mhm..” The pleased noises escaping Changbin were a sign that it was time for Jisung to go further.

If Changbin hadn’t been able to answer fully before, Jisung pulling off his skirt and briefs and then taking him into his mouth had left him speechless. The lips around his cock sent a shiver down his spine, his toes curling in response as well. Jisung had Changbin throbbing between his legs, his strong hands gripping the bed sheets beside him. Moans escaped the older left and right, feeling debauched and at Jisung’s disposal.

“M’gonna cum, Sung-ah... Binnie’s gonna cum.”

Jisung hummed around his shaft as Changbin whined, feeling like he’d see stars soon because of how good the other made him feel. The fact that Jisung was still fully clothed in front of him somehow made it even sexier in the older’s eyes. He screwed them shut after the realization, doll lips so pretty and pink as they formed moan after moan. Jisung continued to swirl his tongue, sucking Changbin through until his orgasm.

With a huff, Changbin’s hips jolted several times before cumming into Jisung’s mouth. The younger was plenty prepared to take every drop while his boyfriend writhed on the bed sheets. While swallowing, Jisung gulped down Changbin’s load and pulled back, a groan leaving his lips.

“Hyung.. you look fucking delicious. Need to be in you... need my jagi filled with my cock.”

His voice was croaky, making Jisung sound so desperate for him that it took Changbin’s breath away. Quickly, the younger began pulling his clothes off and wriggling out of his underwear, revealing how hard and dripping with precum he was. Changbin gasps at the sight, eyes trained on his boyfriend as Jisung reaches into the nightstand for lube and begins coating his fingers. When his attention turned back to Changbin, a smirk was plastered across his face.

“You like being filled up.. right Binnie?”

[ask-island-wheels]

PIGGY!! what songs do you have on your Walkman?

(80s culture reference:3)

piggy: “wul i have more on there, but those ones are my favorites!”

[pigdemonart]

The way you draw Luigi. He is so perfect. He looks so soft and sweet. He is perfect for Bowser 😭

Honestly the way you draw all the Mario characters is just *chefs kiss*

Huahaha thank youuu…Luigi has always been my favorite since a kiddo so I draw him with lots of love. 💖

You see, I’m a little sibling so I always played as him in all the games while my older bro was mario! Classic i think. Rooting for the underdog and all that. But really all the characters mean a lot to me in some way, so its been really delightful to draw them. I want to keep experimenting with how I illustrate them too!

But yes, thank YOU and all who’ve been so kind with your comments for all the SMB comics lately!! Means so much to me!!

[the-real-dickmaster]

Adam have you met prominent celebrities in Heaven? Like famous people who have died

“Yeah, but the only famous person that matters is me.”

“There was also this guy who died about two years ago. He claimed that since he had abolished all governments, he was gonna take on the Kingdom of God.”

(( 🐷👑🎗️. Rest easy buddy 🙏))

[13lizardsinatrenchcoat]

I'm probably one of the only people on the planet who asks for a pat down (legal right in the USA) instead of walking through an airport scanner. I know this because the agents get visibly stressed about it every time. Doing my part to make a pig's day worse 💖👌

[circusgoth-dotcom]

"Hello, Cadmus. For years, you have enjoyed the luxury that so often comes with fame. You have been very successful in what you do and have wasted no time glutting yourself on the attention you receive from the tales you spin. But you haven't always lived such a charmed life. Like so many greats, you started from a place of nothing, the traumas of your youth seemingly stacked against you. I would commend you for overcoming these odds, catapulting yourself into security, but I'm afraid the power you wield has been placed in the wrong hands. It is well known you are not a pleasant person to be around. Instead of using your talents for good, you enjoy lording them over your friends and colleagues, putting down anyone with the potential to match, or rival, your abilities...

You have a choice to make, Cadmus. You can continue down your path of self-destruction and watch as your success and your empire crumbles around you, or you can prove that your life is worth living by setting aside your selfish instincts and using your talents to save another. There is a young man on the other side of the wall who is your mirror image, but he has not been granted the same advantages you have managed to conjured from thin air. A struggling artist with a rough past, facing his own demons. To save both his and your life, you must finish writing the final draft of your current novel in your own blood. If you do not complete this task within twenty-four hours, you and this young man will meet the same fate. Live or die. Make your choice."

Wrote out the official monologue Svente had to listen to when Jigsaw first tested him for apprentice potential ✌️😗

[houseflyy]

The Meeting of a Pig.

A strange new animal finds Melody and lends a hand. Or a nose.

1.4k words.

Prev. / Next.

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On the surface of the murky soup water, Melody hoped for her father. She wished he would appear above her, hand outstretched to scoop her out of the horrible mush, dry her off, carry her all the way home, and never stop until they arrived. They would be back in his office and her in her terrarium to play and sing and eat sandwiches together. They would be far from uncaring humans who didn’t listen and cruel humans with dish rags, ravens who didn’t share strawberry feasts and asked too big of favors, and giant, ravenous animals she couldn’t name.

Her wish got her that very same giant animal—the animal with the big, flat snout that now dipped into the slop before her, below her. And then its snout rose, and as it did, it carried Melody up with it, far up from the bucket.

She couldn’t quite register it as it happened. She was limp and motionless, thinking instead about home and Father and about how soaked she was and how much she wanted to scrub off all the liquid residue on her face and body but couldn’t find it in herself to move. No, her father wasn’t here. Her home was far. Her cap was gone.

Gone, gone, gone—that word repeated and swarmed in her head. She began to cry.

All that Melody had been through finally toppled down on her in the form of a trembling wail, the kind of crying she had done as a tiny larva that made her father jump to her aid, that she had done when she didn’t know what to do and didn’t have the words to explain it. Without any of her comforts, and after so many perils after another, it was all she had left in herself to do.

“Hey—hey, now, don’t you cry.”

A large, feminine voice appeared and urged from beneath her. “You’re safe with me,” it told her. “Please—don’t cry!”

“It’s all gone,” Melody wailed. “It’s all gone!”

Then the voice left her alone.

Melody was lost in her thoughts with an uncontrollable whimper until she felt a nudge on her side—the hard touch of something familiar. She looked at it and gasped. Her cap! Her acorn cap floated soundly atop the puddle. She reached for it, pulled it close, and bundled herself inside it. Immediately, she began to relax, and the rushing thoughts in her mind ebbed and left her alone.

The surface she lay on rose back up out of the bucket again. And again came the voice. “Well, look at you,” it crooned. It spoke with an upbeat drawl. “Are you all right in there? I heard you calling out for help.” Incredulously, it added, “I heard you talk. Can you tell me—can you say: ‘I’m okay?’”

She was exhausted and drenched, and more than ever, she desperately missed what she had lost. But still, Melody gathered her voice and warily replied, “I’m okay.”

“You’re okay? Really, truly okay? Oh, good!” It paused, considering. “Then—how’s about you come out so I can see you?”

Melody was curious to peek out and do as it asked, but she hesitated. Who was it speaking to her? All at once, she remembered. This was the great big animal who came to eat the food left out by that human. This was the animal’s great big nose she was on. It had carried her out. It had saved her.

She lifted her cap and turned to look it in the face. Two great, bright, blue eyes, a calming blue, stared back at her with lids lowered now, not in disinterest, but in what appeared to be a worried look. And above the eyes, two large, floppy ears on either side of a tuft of pale fur raised, looking ready to listen. But once Melody revealed herself, she saw the animal’s expression shift—eyes and ears eased into what they witnessed, and the corners of a smile rose below both sides of the animal’s snout.

“There you are,” it said. “Aren’t you a tiny thing—I’ve got to squint a tad bit to look at you! Now, I’ve seen plenty of flies around—more than plenty, for most others I know—but not ever one that talks. What are the kinds of things you flies talk about? Do you mingle in the manure piles where you feed? Do you share with each other about which one of our hides tastes best? Hope it ain’t mine!”

Melody had lost track of what the animal was going on about. She stared blankly. “What are you?” she blurted.

“What am I,” the animal repeated in a disbelieving tone. “Well, I’m a pig, of course! A Chester White.” It huffed from its nose proudly at that.

“A… pig? A Chester—what?”

“Chester White,” the pig said again, slower. “That’s the kind of pig I am. It’s so important that it makes up part of my name.” The pig lifted her head proudly and declared: “Rosemary Chester White Johnson!”

Melody yelped and had to cling tightly with her slippery claws to the bumps of skin on the pig’s snout to not tumble off. Then, the pig lowered her head, and Melody sighed in relief and let go.

“But, uh, I don’t use them all the time, really,” the pig chuckled. “Everyone usually just calls me Rosie. You can, too. Don’t want to tire out that itty bitty voice of yours.”

“Rosie,” Melody said, to hear how it felt. She noticed that it made Rosie smile a little wider. “My name is Melody.”

“Melody,” the pig then repeated. Her ears raised as she did. “I’d never think a fly would have such a pretty name. Or a name at all. Now, why is that? All the animals I know get their names from either their parents or their people. Suppose you’ve got a mama or a papa who stuck around long enough to give you a name, and all your hundreds of siblings, too? Or you’ve got a people who looks after you?”

Rosie shook her head. “Nah, it can’t be that. What people would own a ’lil fly? What would they call a ’lil fly for? ‘Melody, c’mere and buzz in my ear, would you? Care to bite me on the leg?’” Rosie let out a great fit of laughter, accompanied by a loud snorting from her nose.

Melody, meanwhile, had been struggling to keep up with what Rosie was saying and jumped at the rumbling sensation of the snorting underneath her. Did a “people” mean humans? Did she have over a hundred siblings?!

And what was it about a human looking after her, having a name to call her by, that made Rosie laugh so much? Melody knew with complete certainty that Father loved her with all his heart, and she loved him so much that it pained her to be apart from him. And he had never asked her to purposefully flap her wings in his ear or bite him. She didn’t have a bite! She shrunk into herself and frowned, feeling the urge to return to hiding or, better yet, fly away to someplace she wouldn’t be spoken to this way.

Except she didn't have the choice to run off. She looked at her wings despairingly. They were tinged with the brown hue of soup and even more soaked than before. Melody began scrubbing at them, trying to rub the color out to no avail.

Rosie soon laid her eyes on her again and cleared her throat. “Oh, look at me,” she said, rolling her eyes, “going on about this and that while you’re still a mess. What do you say we get you washed up? Supper can wait. Wasn’t too hungry, anyway.”

“Uh…” Melody halted her scrubbing and considered, looking down and away from Rosie’s gaze. In one moment, Rosie was incredibly kind, and in the next, the pig said some odd, even hurtful things. But Melody treasured the thought of being clean, and if she wanted to go clean herself on her own, that meant an assuredly long trek on foot to get wherever Rosie had in mind. She was far too exhausted for that.

“Yes, please,” she said and nodded.

“Even got manners!” Rosie grinned. “Whoever it was who raised you up did a fine job of it. All right. I’d say, ‘Come along,’ but you are already!” She gave out another boisterous laugh that again shook Melody where she sat as she trotted off.

—

[prettypiggytiffany]

The phone almost rung out by the time someone picked up. The line was silent for a moment.

" Tiffany? Is that you?" It was Camilles voice.

Tiffany held the back of her head, peeking into her room to see if Billy was awake.

He was missing from the bed, quickly spotting him at her desk, he had picked up the phone. She heard Camilles voice through the phone and her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she observed Billy from the doorway. She was overjoyed Camille could call, but.. It set in.

Billy..had the phone.

[mabel-pines-rpblog]

hey man, its freak bob. thank you for answering… nobody ever answers anymore

[sturniolo-rat]

I ALSO HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON TOO -🐷

oh thank you. TBH, my immune system is a beast, and I haven't been properly sick since high school. Most I get is a stuffy nose and some coughing. All is well ☺️

[jils-things]

Hi, hope you don't mind me doing this, but, Rhys with questions 2 & 7 for the S/I ask game.

this is the most recent ask i got this like minutes ago but im answering this asap because rhys bb HEEEHEHEHE i absolutely do not mind, im very happy!

2. when in canon does your self insert come in? do you have a scene in mind for your entrance?

this po.kepasta is centered around carmine's downfall, so rhys has always been there his whole life - a major inspiration to carmine. but for the sake of the pasta ill cut straight to the HORROR(tm). rhys enters the story when he realizes that his brother is missing - just like the rest of the victims in kanto. he fears for his wellbeing and tries to find someone who is aware of the issue (who is redwoo.d, theyre acquainted) and redwo.ods most recent rumor of seeing the ghost is at that abandoned pok.ecenter and they both went off to find it.

which they do, watching ghost torturing poor carmine to hell and back and it's even hard to tell if carmine's moving, or its just the puppeteering movements doing it. it angered rhys to the core and he wanted to battle ghost even if it meant hurting himself. he's a champion, he's got this, right? right? ....

7. would any other characters (besides your f/o) have a crush on your self insert?

this. is gonna be so funny to answer.

SO. rhys. is ALSO MY F/O 🔥🔥🔥 (paired with layla). BUT I ALSO HAVE A FRIEND (hallo 🐷) WHO HAD AN OC TO PAIR WITH HIM BECAUSE THEY REALLY LIKED RHYS HEHEJAHEJAHJA but it's dormant for now but personally i would point at that oc to crush on him and i definitely support it as much as rhyla HEEEHEEHEE. the story has little to no characters as well so i dont think i can properly pick WHO could be crushing on rhys hehehe

[sugaryapplepie]

💍🖊️🎶🔺🐷 for Sylvia?

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💍: Sylvia sadly does not have piercings but would LOVE a nose ring! She just wants to clear it with HR first, make sure there's no dress code violations. She wears earrings- pink tentacle earrings that loop into a cute heart!

🖊️: Sylvia has no tattoos BUT she wants a HUGE one covering her back that's just roots beneath the soil coming together to protect a sleeping fairy in a burrow supported by the roots.

🎶: Anything from the 2010s. I'm talkin' Nicki Minaj, all of Lady Gaga's bangers, Beyonce, Shakira, Katy Perry, all of it. Also the hyperpop that's the audio equivalent of speedrunning getting a cavity.

🔺: Girl looks like she'd fumble a kitchen knife but has a twelve-gauge shotgun stored by her desk in the event of emergencies. Her work keeps her attention divided from her surroundings so she prefers to have security measures on-hand.

🐷: She can't pick. She loves livestock animals especially, though! Farm animals and such hold special places in her heart, from the fluffiest sheep to the chonkiest pig to the stray kittens that take up residence next to the chicken coop.

[circusgoth-dotcom]

svente kramer moodboard that's been collecting dust in my drafts since december

[fictionkinfessions]

Its very weird to explain to people how your canon divergences mess with your relations to others. Like, no, i did not have twin little brothers, i gave birth to twins when i was 19 after an ill advised tryst with my butler, i have no sibling feelings for those maladjusted little cretins /affectionate. -artemis fowl

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