Honestly I find it hilarious that I've accidentally made it a thing of Vash being a horse girl (gender neutral) bc I'm writing his tomas as a weird horse
Chica the tomas was an accident. She was unplanned. I just tossed her in on a whim, realized I loved her, realized VASH loves her, & now a bunch of readers love her too
I've also gotten a few comments like "man I hope nothing bad happens to her!" And I'm over here just Sweating bc like
Objectively? That Bird Cannot Stay In The Story. If Vash keeps her, she will die. There is no WAY a normal mount would survive the utter chaos of his life in the coming months. Either he gets rid of her, or she dies. There's really no middle ground.
Which makes me sad :( I love Chica the tomas and itnl Vash loves her too
true immortality is so fun to think about in the long run
like vampires? you can still kill them. but true immortality is SO incredibly fascinating because the way i see it is that ur no longer an individual organism, youve become part of ur universe. you dont need to eat, sleep, or breathe to survive, im sure your brain would suffer long term from lack of enrichment at some point, but if you are truly immortal (like deadpool getting put back together when you 'die'), you'd exist until the heat death of the universe. i imagine that you'd fade into nothing upon said heat death and if the universe one day collapses on itself and is restarted, youd probably come back into existence.
i wrote a story my senior year of high school about this concept, that a human became truly immortal and was just living through the entire existence of his universe over and over, he spent so much time just trying to find sentient life forms, just for a glimpse at family, companionship, etc for the brief moment they exist before he's trapped in basically endless solitude for inconceivable amounts of time again. in my story he eventually was approached by another true immortal, one that was millions of universes older than him and had in all that time become closer to the universe and 'changed', becoming less an individual and more a small god? i didnt think of this back then but i really shouldve implied that the older immortal was really just the universe itself communicating to him, and it shouldve had a break at the end that showed that the human was ALSO just the universe itself, just a much younger and less connected consciousness within it.
oh did i mention that this story was a comedy and the punch line was that he ended up on a planet in his 8th universe that had a similar environment to earth, but it was flat, and he was inconsolably angry about flat earth happening?
sugardaddy!nanami brainrot because i'm in love with him.
sugardaddy!nanami who doesn’t make sex a requirement in your agreement. it may seem odd but nanami just wants your company. you’re so beautiful, more precious than the expensive, dazzling jewels he’d gift you. more important than those business meetings, he’d leave in a heartbeat to hear your voice. and for a while, he was content with this.
any urges he had would be disregarded. he’s a gentleman, after all. he’s not an animal, he can control himself. that’s what he was telling himself when you’re on one of your weekly dates and you have on that fucking sundress. it’s tight, molds your body perfectly, so naturally nanami’s eyes are trained on the way your ass jiggles against the thin fabric. he takes a sharp breath in when you bend over and he swears he sees your bare skin — god, do you even have panties on? you fucking minx, you’re tempting him. you’re doing it on purpose and it’s working.
it took everything out of him to keep his composure, to ease the boner straining his slacks until he just thinks, fuck it. he has you laid out on the leather seats of his car with your legs spread, wet pussy on full display for him and he’s nestled comfortably between them, ready to devour you. “you know what you were doing, sweetheart..” he’s kissing your inner thighs, hurried and uncoordinated. “this isn’t part of our agreement but i just can’t wait anymore. it seems like you can’t either...” he rasps, peering at you through his long lashes. his eyes were wild and hungry, so unlike him. it’s like you had awoken something within the blonde man and he was in too deep now, there was no stopping it. “i’ve been dying to taste you... so lie back like a good girl and let me eat.”
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I can’t believe I finally had a functional Christmas list all full of I actually wanted and my relatives all decided to go senile so I have no idea if I’m getting any of it 🤦