#but either way... Youch !

[musecraft]

🪐 — spotify wrapped memes : @shadowcovcn ( edward ) for izzy # 98 ▶ rodeo by lil nas x

THOUGH HE'D THREATENED to leave more than once over the long years they'd sailed together, it had always been spoken out of frustration, empty of any genuine truth. but izzy can tell by the hard look in ed's eyes that this is different — this is real. ❝ i thought you would stay with me. ❞ terror wells up inside him, the idea of a future without his captain at his side utterly unknowable. ❝ i'm yours, you're mine. ❞ his hand flexes, longing to reach for ed. but izzy resists the urge toward gentleness, as he always does. instead he curls his fingers into a fist at his side, well-worn leather tightening over his knuckles. even now, his body remembers its place. yet his voice proves more difficult to control, words that are entirely-too-honest spilling out of him in a panic before izzy can stop them. ❝ & what am i gonna do ? i don't have a clue — there is no me without you. ❞

[cordeliawhohung]

okay HI IM SUCH A BIG FOR THE SOFT SPOT SERIES I LOVE READING IT SO MUCH.

Just wanted to pop in and request a little comfort with ghost? I'm mid-way my midterms right now and I haven't slept properly for nearly 4 days. I need that man to either fuck me to sleep or cuddle me.

Again, love your work. Love everything you write, really. You're an amazing author and thank you for sharing your skill to the world LIKE YOU SHOULD 💅💅💅

hi hun! thank you so much!!! i'm glad that you're enjoying it a;lsdkfj like i've said before soft spot is my babyyyyy and youch! sorry to hear about finals! that's such a pain, and i apologize that this has taken a moment to get back to you. but now that you mention it, i don't think i've ever written anything just... fluffy for Simon. so i think i'll write you a short and sweet fluff bit that will hopefully cheer you up! thank you so much you are such a sweetheart 😭

warnings: none! super fluffy! sleeping issues and Simon thinks cuddles is the best medicine (:

masterlist (:

Sleep wasn't coming easy for you. A majority of your nights had been spent getting minimal sleep before being startled awake by your own thoughts. It was difficult to pin down the exact reason. You weren't stressed, or at least you liked to pretend that you weren't, and there were no strange dreams or nightmares that ailed you. Just your own thoughts, the constant feeling that you had to be doing something, anything, otherwise you were wasting time.

You stood in the kitchen with a cup in hand as you ran the sink. Everything always seemed louder at night. Your footsteps, the water pouring from the spout, even your own heart beating in your chest. The very atoms buzzing in every object around you even seemed too loud.

"It's late."

Simon's voice was deep and groggy as he spoke from the doorway, and it was piercing enough so that it cut through the noise of everything else in existence. His hair stuck up at odd angles, and you could see a faint indented line across his cheek. He must have been sleeping pretty well, which was the whole reason you left the bed in the first place; to not wake him with your restless tossing and turning.

"Baby, go back to bed," you said softly. You eyed the pale green neon of the microwave clock that read 2:04 in the morning before taking a quick sip of water.

"You've got work in the mornin'," he said simply before stepping further into the kitchen.

You sighed before setting the cup next to the sink, and you leaned against the counter. There was little doubt in your mind that Simon was just as tired of your restlessness as you were. Constantly slipping out of bed, wandering around the flat in an attempt to get the buzzing in your mind to stop long enough to hopefully fall back asleep again.

Simon's hands brushed against your hips where he pulled you closer, and you nearly melted into him. Hands resting against his chest, you let him pull you close. You felt the warm breath from his nose tickle your hairline as he pressed a soft kiss against your forehead.

"Come back to bed," he mumbled into the crown of your head. It wasn't a request, but wasn't a demand, either. It was something that landed somewhere in the middle.

Either way, you listened. Even though you could feel the static of the world rattle your bones and shake your mind, you trotted off after Simon as he led you back into the bedroom. Your side of the bed was cold when you crawled back in, and you wondered just how long you had been standing in the kitchen for.

Simon liked his space when he slept. Something about you being too wiggly, but you didn't mind. You were used to laying your head on your pillow and holding the blankets tight under your chin to lull yourself to sleep. So when you felt Simon's hand on your shoulder, rolling you over to face him, you were a little surprised.

"Come here," he prompted in his sleepy daze.

And so you did. His arm snaked around your torso as he pulled you close, and instead of a pillow underneath your head it was his chest. His other arm rested on his torso so that he could reach and rub gentle circles along your back. One last time, he leaned forward to press a quick kiss to your head before laying down.

He didn't say anything else, and neither did you. The only thing you did was lay there, cheek pressed against his chest while your arm held him around his waist. Each beat of his heart reverberated brilliantly within his chest, and every breath he took sounded long and deliberate.

Instead of focusing on the noise of the universe around you, you found your mind enamored by Simon instead. How the subtle rise and fall of his chest rocked your body with his. How you could hear the blood gushing through his body, feel the fibers of his body creak with the weight. His warmth bled into you, coaxing your muscles to soften. You focused on trying to match your breathing with his, and you wondered if you did it long enough, if your hearts would start to sync; if your blood would pulse at the same speed; if your bodies would begin to meld.

Eventually his hand stilled, and his breathing slowed even more, and you continued to match his pace. Soon, you were nothing more than just two souls occupying the same space; atoms weaved together; lovers intertwined. Slumber settled over you before your mind even had the chance to process it, but even in your sleep your body knew you were right where you belonged.

sorry if this is too short! i'm trying to practice not writing 6k words for every single thing i put on this site a;lksdjf either way i hope it was enjoyable, and i hope you're able to get some good rest soon, anon <3

[msookyspooky]

Smacking the Slashers on the 🍑

Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Severen Van Sickle, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Foxy Coltrane

Bo Sinclair:

- "What in the goddamn hell?!-" He drew out after jolting under the hood of a car. He was bent over, his double cheeked up on a Tuesday ass on full display; how could you not? I hope you got one hell of a good smack too. He deserves it. Use one of the fanbelts on the wall. Make it count cause he's not gonna let you do that often without him getting payback. (Oh, but he smacks yours constantly and that's fine)

- If he hit his head on the hood so help you God you need to run and hide for awhile cause he's gonna rage.

- After the shock wears off that someone just smacked his ass... He gets a smirk on his lips and forgets whatever he's working on. "Oh, ya wanna play, do ya? C'mere." You just gave him incentive to hold you down and let his inner perverted sadist out on your ass. You ain't gonna sit right for the rest of the day. I hope you evade him or it turns to a sex thing...Yeah, it'll be a sex thing.

Vincent Sinclair

- He was so busy sculpting and had his Classical Music on high. You tried to get his attention and when that didn't work you swatted him on the butt. He jumped a foot in the air and you had to duck when he almost accidentally took your head off with whatever tool he was using. You startled the hell out of him!

- He's blushing under his mask but gives you a confused look...He's not mad he's just...Curious why you did that.

- He doesn't get revenge right away. Instead, he'll wait till your busy one day and do it back to you just to see your reaction and if it's a playful one then he's kind of happy about it. Not use to this type of dynamic with anyone

Lester Sinclair

- He was loading or unloading a carcass in the bed of his truck and it had been a boring day so you couldn't help it when you smacked him.

- He let's out the funniest noise, blushing like crazy clutching his rear and asks: "Youch! What was that for?"

- If you let him know it was you being flirty or cheeky; he's just standing there smiling a goofy smile and has an extra pip in his step while he works. He probably won't get revenge (At least not right away) but he will be tickled pink that you liked his ass enough to smack it.

Billy Loomis

- He gets so damn serious and overdramatic with certain things that when he was rummaging for something and irritated he couldn't find it; you decided to make him shut up in the best way you knew how.

- *SMACK* He flinched, his back stiffened and a glare instantly crept onto his face. "...You are so dead."

- You better run. He gets this shit enough from Stu, now you? He secretly enjoys it but he's a lil edgelord that can't let you know that.

- Que him chasing you around the house, jumping over and tripping over furniture to either smack your ass ten times harder or punch you in the arm or hold you down and tickle you till you can't breathe.

Stu Macher

- He is CONSTANTLY smacking your ass. CONSTANTLY. You walk sideways and backwards around him! So when he's sitting on his bed in a weird way on his stomach or something with his ass up? Hell yes you're getting him!

- He either releases a genuine gasp because you took him by surprise or the fakest turned 'aauuugh!' moan to be a smart ass cause he knew what you were gonna do (He liked it. He wanted it. He's a whore like that.)

- He giggled and gave you a sadistic smile. "Oh, that ass is mine!" and the chase is on.

- If he catches you; he is holding you down and goosing and feeling you up just as much as smacking you. He is a giant perv and holding you down while squeezing and spanking your ass is definitely on his cumbucket list im js

- Unlike Billy who knows when enough is enough; Stu does not. Just warning that if he catches you he's turning it into something very fucking horny. He is feeling you up one way or another.

Severen Van Sickle

- He was almost always playful and he would just give you a pat on the ass out of excitement on the regular not even thinking about it. So when you finally returned the favor his whole body stiffened a bit and a smirk formed on his face.

- "Oh?...Ya like what ya see, babydoll?" He'd tease you. Not getting revenge but not letting you run away either. He'd fold his arms in that leather jacket and smirk down at you with a twinkle to his blue eyes. Getting closer, cornering you into the wall with one hand bracing it as he leaned over you.

- "Wanna try that again?" He asked. Hell you weren't sure if it was a warning or genuine glee. Eitherway he wasn't mad he just loved seeing you get flustered.

- He definitely teased the hell out of you the rest of the night. Even telling his family and loving seeing you blush. He secretly wants you to do it again and purposely bends over near you not only to be a teasing ass but because it got him excited. He actually is curious if you have the balls to do it again because if you do that's just fun! He'll make it a big sexy flirty game from here on out...Definitely doing it more in private too.

Baby Firefly

- I would not...That's a level of sadistic crazy you cannot contain but if you did? It's 50/50 how she'd react. Most likely, she'd play it up after you spanked her while she was getting something.

- "The flying fuck was that for?!" She glared and when you get sheepish like she wanted then a grin would appear. "Hey...Are you flirtin' with me, honey? You wanna smack my ass again? C'mon. I know you like it." She will literally expose her ass for you and you aren't sure what to do because she LOVED to manipulate and play mind games to get you submissive with her so...Was this a trap?

- If you do smack her ass again, she's definitely going to make it a 'My turn!' and smack you twice as hard before whispering something sexy in your ear...May or may not lead to a game of ass slap where she's winning and you're running away from her because she hurts!

Otis B. Driftwood

- Grouchest Motherfucker to ever exist unless he really is in a good mood. When he was working on an 'art piece' and was ignoring you on purpose you took the chance of smacking his ass.

- He dropped his needle and thread and glared at you. "...Are you fuckin' serious right now? I ain't got time for this ya lil shit!"

- However. He's full of shit himself saying it because whether you get solemn, bratty, playful, annoyed. Does not matter. He's giving you a 10 seconds headstart and telling you "Run lil rabbit run." With a smirk. Especially as he gets older. Prison made him appreciate the little things including having an S/O that wanted to get frisky.

- Once he catches you, and he will in time, he puts you over his knee whether you're at. Outside in the barn, in the woods, in the damn living room in front of everyone. Does not matter. He will give your ass a few swats from his hand till your squirming while taunting you "Ain't this fun? Ain't this what you wanted?" all before doing it a few more times. He ain't done till your teary eyed and squirming and your ass is blood red. Then he's dipping his hand down. Rubbing soothing circles while whispering naughty praise in your ear. "That's a good lil girl/boy/bunny for me...How about we take this back to my room and you can show Daddy how much ya want his attention?"

Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane

- He was a bit hungover. Groaning like the oldman he is and bent over to get another beer from the mini fridge in the room when you took a towel because you showered and you aren't nasty like him and Otis and just...Rolled it up and smacked his ass.

- He yelped and jolted a bit before giving you the most unamused glare. "Really?...Really, you lil fuck- Ow!" You definitely smacked him again the second he got close enough. Something about that second smack has a smirk on his face. A husky chuckle escapinging him because you just made this a thing. "Ohohoo, you're fuckin' in trouble now. Come the fuck over here, asscakes. I think you could use a few lickin's yourself."

- He has good reflexes and a high tolerance for pain so he just jerks that towel out of your hand when you go to smack him and loops it around your waist. Pulling you flush against him where you can't get free.

- He uses his large hands to grope your ass and give it a good smack while you're up against him and he's smirking down at you. "Ya like that, baby? You must really want to give me an excuse to feel up this fine ass of yours."

- It is most definitely 100% leading to the most nastiest raunchy dirty but fun sex. The type of sex that you aren't keen on sharing details about. He smacked your ass the entire time while talking dirty to you.

[minevn]

What would the li give mc for a christmas present

Minato: I think Minato would get you guys matching somethings. I personally like matching keychains, with his being a shiba, and yours being your favorite animal. But really anything matching with you would be fine!

Haruto: I think Haruto would give practical gifts, but something that still fits your style. An example being lets say you had cute animal themes gadgets in your kitchen, Haruto would get you another useful animal themed gadget that you didn't have. Also the type to gift you clothes, don't worry he knows exactly what you want.

Jun: Jun handmakes multiple outfits to give you.

Hoshi: Hoshi prefers to just make you food as a gift, that's what he would want as a gift afterall. Literally the way to his heart is through his stomach. But he'd also get you anything you want, even if it's something small or cheap or stupid in his eyes. His least favorite gift to give you would be makeup though, he doesn't care about appearance and thinks you look pretty no matter what. (Please either make him food, get him a new apron, or new utensils.)

Habiki: He'd make an entire spotify playlist for you, BUT NOT JUST THAT! He'd also compose music inspired by you and make an entire playlist of that music with the sappiest nickname you've ever seen in existence(Something you didn't even know was possible for Habiki)

Kage: I think Kage would prefer making a clay model of your favorite anime/cartoon/game character. Figurines are so expensive, why buy one when you can just make one?

Kei: Anything your eyes landed on while he was watching you.

Yani: Yani would give you a piece of itself. The hair in it's brush, it's yours now. A fingernail clipping(Or the entire nail, YOUCH), dried skin, a literal piece of their meat(not that meat), spit in a little container. Very very strange gifts. Would also probably gift herself to you.

Aki: Aki really likes giving nostalgic gifts. It doesn't even need to be from long ago, it could be a picture of a trip you two took that summer. Sometimes though she likes gifting things like familiar looking teddy bears or toys that you two used have and play with all the time. She likes gifting something memorable that you can look back of fondly, something that tells you she pays attention to you and remembers all of your moments together, that she cherishes you.

[mini-sae]

NSFW Alphabet

Steven grant

Hi everyone ! So I'm gonna do an NSFW alphabet for my favorite characters. This is how I view them.

Don't hesitate to to say if you don't agree 😉.

Steven Grant :

A ( aftercare ) : Steven is nothing but a pleaser. Especially after sex. Even if he's not particularly rough with you, he always worries about you and makes sure that you feel safe and content.

B ( body part ) : Steven has definitely a thing for your breast. Either during sex or just watching a movie. He's touching them for his and your pleasure. And sometimes, just because he soothes him.

C ( cum ) : it's actually something he does not really like. He's always embarrassed by the mess he's making. He loves to cum inside you, of course, but you know not to toying with his cum.

D ( dirty secret ) : It's not much of a secret to you anymore, but he always enjoyed you feeding him. At first he pretended to be in a hurry for work and you had to put the toast in his mouth cause his were busy putting his clothes on. But it kept happening. Again and again. So now, he always tastes his food on your fingers at least twice a day.

E ( experience ) : None. Before you, Steven had never touched a girl in a sexual way. He kissed one girl, once. So you had to teach him pretty much everything. Luckily for you, he's a quick learner.

F ( favorite position ) : He's in for pretty much everything you suggest, but he's the most happy when you're on top of him. He can youch your breast while watching your face with loving eyes, all along letting you do as you please with him.

G ( goofy ) : He's so goofy that sometimes you have to take a minute before going back to business. At first, he was ashamed of his clumsiness, but you quickly reassured him. It's not like you were not clumsy yourself sometimes. Now, you were just both laughing so hard.

H ( Hair ) : Well like his alters, Steven has no hair on his chest and face. But he his hairy down there. Not too much, but enough for you to enjoy.

I ( Intimacy ) : Steven has no problems voicing his feelings for you during sex. Or in general, really. He always tell you how much he loves you. How beatiful you are. How lucky he is to have you.

J ( Jack off ) : Steven is not really into that. Before you, he sometimes touched himself, but not often. He mostly craved of emotional intimacy more than sex.

K ( kink ) : His hair. He doesn't like roughness, but when you harshly grip his hair while you're lost in pleasure, it makes him loose any control he has.

L ( location ) : Steven is not the adventurous type. He enjoy your shared bed, but he has a thing for the couch though. When you two are watching TV, and you gently running your hand on his thigh. He takes you by the hips and positions you onto him. There's something about the comfiness of the living room that he likes.

M ( motivation ) : You usually initiate sex. You know he's not a very sexual person. Sex comes after a lot of things. But when you show him that you want him, his desire appears out of nowhere, so strong and fast that you don't even have to play all your tricks.

N ( no ) : Anything that Steven considers rough and brutal. Even if you say that you like it, the idea of hurting you disgusts him. He can be very intense in his pounding, but never in a harmful way.

O ( oral ) : Have you seen a dog eating an ice cream ? Then you see. Steven could spend hours with his head between your legs. It was his favorite meal. And when it's your turn to please him, he just can't believe how good it feels.

P ( pace ) : Most of the time, he's slow and sweet. He just loves taking his time while kissing your entire face. But sometimes, he just needs to have you, possess you. He would become more demanding, but again, always careful about not hurting you.

Q ( quickie ) : It's very rare, but it happens when you surprises him at work, or when you wake up at night with a need of him.

R ( risks ) : Well, at work. The only risk he takes, is to be discoverd in a closet or in the bathroom of the museum.

S ( stamina ) : He can make love to you for hours. Sometimes, you even want to speed it up. But once he cums, he's like a baby. After making sure you were okay, you rock him in your arms and he's gone for the rest of the night.

T ( toys ) : He likes using a sex toy. He fucks you with it while you jerk him off. And sometimes, he likes to watch you use it yourself.

U ( unfair ) : There's not much unfairness with Steven. He's not the kind of making you beg. If you want something from him, it's yours before you even finished asking.

V ( volume ) : Steven talks all the time. Even during sex. Asking you if you like it. If you want to change position. If you want it harder. And when he cums, he plunges his face in your hair and growls.

W ( wild card ) : Unless you want him to fuck you, don't walk around with his shirt on. This is the cutest you can be for him. And he never can resist to take his shirt off of you and take you to bed.

X ( x ray ) : Despite not being a fan of working out, Steven has such a strong body. Well muscled and healthy. Guess he has Marc and Jake to thank for that.

Y ( yearning ) : Again, Steven is not yearning for sex. Not as much as most a people. But once he starts, he worships you to no end.

Z ( zzz ) : Unless one of the alters is fronting, Steven sleeps peacefully, his head on your chest. Your heartbeat is his favorite lullaby.

[genuflectx]

I've been thinking a lot again about being an artist online since I've been taking a break from things, and about the eternal struggle between wanting art to be seen vs. wanting art to satisfy you without external validation. Mostly because negative thoughts remind me of when I stopped posting on my old SFW account, specifically the DeviantART.

A handful of years ago, not too long after leaving college, I got frustrated with the lack of results I was seeing on my SFW account despite the increased efforts placed towards my art. I felt bitter, and missed the old DA days of having a small but vocal community of artists who interacted with each other. I got so frustrated that I posted a journal asking if anybody would even notice if I just stopped, and when nobody replied (despite the 200+ watchers) I felt so discouraged I hid the large majority of my work and did just that. Stop. Of course, I was still active as Genuflect making NSFW art, but I had been on my SFW pseudonym for I'm guessing about 8-9 years at that point. So that stung.

Sometimes I think about if a similar thing might happen with "Genuflect." Art online is a game of who can post the most frequently, be the most personable, be the most relatable. When you stop, you fade out of the memory of people who have a world of other "content" to consume. It's just how things are. I've forgotten plenty of artists who disappeared off the face of the internet, only to remember them when I see I'm still following them years later. I always wonder what happened to them, if they're alive, if they moved accounts, if they just gave up.

Anyways. "Parasocial" goes both ways, I think, where artists can put too much stake into the opinions/attention of fans who they... don't really know. Does it hurt when familiar names disappear? Or when you take a break and they hop over to somebody else then just never come back? Yeah, but... it's not as if you really knew them, you never had a conversation, never did art exchanges, never roleplayed or hung out or mutually hype each other up. They're just... little numbers that give you a bit of validation for your hard work. Not friends. Isn't that what parasocial means?

But that is easier thought than practiced, it's still going to feel bad when you think nobody really cares if you stop or disappear online. I didn't know those 200 people watching me on my SFW DA in any personal capacity, but it still hurt like a bitch when not a one wanted me to stay. Because really... 8-9 years online and not one liked the art enough to leave a comment saying "wait, no, don't go?" Youch!!

I guess flipping the hurt feelings around into positives is the only way to go, if you want to find more satisfaction in creation without the opinions of strangers. That the opinions of friends/family is ultimately more valuable, that learning new things is fun and worthwhile on its own, that if nobody cares if you disappear then nobody really cares if your art ends up being "shit," either, so go wild. It removes a lot of pressure to try and think that way instead, while still acknowledging the hurt feelings are natural, especially in the modern online landscape.

One of the most treasured accounts I have is my VRC account, full of silly pictures with friends and little WIPs of 3D art and avatars. Know how many followers it has? 8. And it's the one that makes me smile the most. Being a nobody, or being forgettable, isn't so bad.

[anthropwashere]

i listened to the 'feed' audiobook because you recommended it and it was super good! (i had to keep checking when it was written because boy does it feel super applicable right now. false information and ads loading at the top of every search result whaaaaat) (the audiobook was especially cool because they soundscaped the ads so that they were super realistic and abrasive during the narrative!) really really good book rec!

Eyyyy we got one! \o/ I will never not harp on about how much of an impact reading Feed had on me as wee teen, in that nebulous time of my life where I resented YA novels for talking down to kids my age but kept tripping over absolute bangers. Even back in the mid-2000s it really hit me just how much ads were overwhelming our daily lives, and that was years before I had a smartphone, never mind the hellscape of modern Internet. I'm glad you enjoyed it! And I'm not one for audiobooks personally but it's very cool to hear they went all in on making the ads abrasive. The way they kept interrupting the narrative or influencing the actions of the characters? Clouds™? The Coke scene? Titus trying to self-soothe by buying the same pair of pants until he ran out of money? Everything must go!

Fucking youch.

M.T. Anderson wrote several very teen-centric books that lean into that simplified slang framework for just, the WORST thing happening to a dude. If you like bleak endings, Thirsty was another favorite of mine. He's definitely written much denser books as well, but it's been a long time since I read them. I know I greatly enjoyed The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation, Volume I: The Pox Party, but it's been like, 15 years since I read it. Either way, M.T. Anderson? Is a damn good writer.

[moreclaypigeons]

Lorem Lore Masterpost (The Infinite Dungeon)

Maybe you've heard of Lorem Ipsum. Or maybe you haven't. Either way, she's heard of you. Probably. Or will at least pretend she has.

So, what's her deal?

A while ago I was struck with the perfect character name- lorem ipsum. It's the pseudo-latin filler text everyone uses in design. How fucking funny would that be? I set the name aside for a while and decided next time I got to play DnD i'd use it.

And then that day came along. @siriwesen announced they were looking for players for a mini campaign, called The Dungeon. They said they would put our characters through hell. Yippee!! The perfect opportunity for my silly guy.

Lorem is a 22 year old human sorcerer. From afar, you wouldn't expect much from her, just your typical adventurer. But there is more to her than it seems! Up close, you could see a faint opalescent shimmer on her skin, the result of spending her formative years traveling between the outer planes. She never really had one place she called home, as she was always on the move, but the closest thing she had was Elysium. That was where she had felt safest, among celestials, phoenixes, and moon dogs alike. As she grew up, the magic of the outer planes imbued her with power, which aside from her powerful spellcasting, can be seen in the shimmer of her skin or the glow of her eyes as she wields that magic.

[ art by @siriwesen ]

Being a messenger between planes was great and all, but she felt lonely and out of touch with her roots. In an attempt to reconnect with her past, she returned to the prime material plane with only the clothes on her back and her trusty messenger bag (which actually carries a lot, to be honest!).

However, things didn't exactly go to plan. She was only there a few days before... well... she can't quite remember what happened.

She wakes up in a cell, in a dungeon. She notices the walls are well lit, despite a lack of any light source. Fucking weird but not the worst she's been in. She takes her ring of miscellaneous keys and opens the cell door. As she walks down the hallway, she's greeted by one of these fuckers. Some bug skull thing. Ick.

[ art by @siriwesen ]

She tried to attack it with sacred flame, no success. Then, from the hallway, she hears footsteps as a pale human man makes his way down, quite afraid. She says fuck it and casts firebolt, which fuck- did not work on that bug. Barely missed the man. He flips her off before running down the hall.

Lorem quickly discovers they are not alone, as she takes out the bug with a spear, then discovers that the hallways lead to other cells. Altogether, there are four people in the dungeon. And the bugs remain defeated. As they try to figure out what the shit is happening, they discover another cell, which is empty, and a paper which alluded to an "author" visiting the realm for inspiration.

The group discovers a staircase, and as they climb them, a white fog clouds their vision, and they find themselves in a different room, with 4 of the bugs waiting for them. They do some badass shit and take them out, with minor hiccups. Lorem aligns with two of the bugs and shoots her firebolt through them, searing them both at one instant.

As those bugs lie dead, the team notices a pile of bones nearby. Recognizing it from the previous floor, they decide they should figure out if it would also turn into a bug.

[ art by @amberflatwoods ]

Which... yeah may not have been the best idea. Youch!

Quail boy did a bit of a dumb but it ended up being alright with a heal from the half-elf. Meanwhile, blondie engages in combat and then runs away, which *dm voice* you're going to provoke an opportunity attack! And he's pretty injured. Lorem casts aura of vitality to give him a heal, and they take down the bug.

But blondie decides that he hasn't had enough yet, and investigates the pile of bricks, which, fuck. is a mimic, hungry for blood. Stabbing it kind of helps, and then the half-elf bard casts thunderwave on it, which Lorem saved for. But, fuck. The other guy is still in range. He's low on health.

[ art by @lexarga ]

He does some more attacking, and.. well.. yet again tries to run. Some people never learn... in an opportunity attack, the mimic mauls him.

Lorem sees this stranger across from her as he bleeds out. She shouts out in protest, watching the pile of bricks descend upon him.

[ art by @amberflatwoods ]

And then everything goes white.

And she's back in her cell again.

Anyways, antics carry out from here. In the second cycle, they finally introduce themselves to each other.

The human(?) rogue is Damien [ played by @abstractbabble ]. The half-elf bard who healed Lorem is Lyr [ played by @lexarga ]. And the avian halfling who shot her in the arm (which healed. only physically...) is named Guthrie [ played by @amberflatwoods ].

They do some more digging, and discover: 1. a few bottles filled with liquor, 2. a rope hanging from the ceiling in the empty cell, which leads up to the second floor.

The second Lorem sees those bottles, she goes, "MOLOTOV COCKTAIL!"

Together, the gang devises a plan, where Damien will climb the rope and cast minor illusion to distract the bugs, and Guthrie will launch the bottle at them as they gather in one spot

[ animation by @amberflatwoods ]

And it's pretty successful... I mean they don't die immediately, but a little fire never hurt. Lorem immediately adds fire to fire, killing the big guy with sacred flame, and shooting another with firebolt. Which, well. Shit. Sets the table on fire. No big.

And here is when we learned Lorem is a fan of arson. My fault, really, for giving her two fire-related spells.

[ art by @siriwesen ]

They do some puzzle shit, get to the next floor, and discover they are on floating platforms in a void that extend repeating infinitely outward. The usual. After some investigating and physics testing (he threw a candle over the gap and it was fine!!!) Damien makes a running jump for it, but he kind of slows down in the air, like he's moving through jello, and Lorem sees as he misses the ledge and plummets downward.

And then everything goes white.

Third time's the charm?

[ art by @amberflatwoods ]

The second floor is tougher this time around. The damn bugs keep respawning. But they have nothing on Lorem, she takes no hits.

Meanwhile, Damien is being crushed by a cabinet and they realize the items don't restock each cycle. After defeating the enemies for realsies, the four of them sit around a table and rest with some wine.

They talk about whether they'd reunite after they escape, and Lorem assures them she'd be able to find them. One way or another. Guthrie gives her a feather just in case. She says, "my dog will find you," which sounds threatening but moon dogs are not scary.

This time they successfully make it past the third floor, through a series of bridge-forming puzzles. There's a fifth platform set that seems to activate on its own, but uhhhh let's just ignore that for now guys.

They end up in a village, which is pretty obviously fake. There are characters all around it (!!! other people !!!!) but after approaching them all, they discover they are NPCs. WHEN WILL IT END?

Lorem tries to exploit the infinite fish glitch, which doesn't work. Whatever, lame. They head to the next floor.

CUE BOSS BATTLE MUSIC

They find themselves in an enclosed rundown castle, with an atrium. Floating above a tree is a GIANT monster bug skull. Holy shit. Fear for my life. Lorem finds out fire doesnt work on it (RUDE), needs a heal from Lyr, and Damien rushes up the stairs.

Where he is.. promptly killed by taking one hit after the other. Yikes dude

You know the drill.

The next time they reach that floor, they're smarter about it. They have a lot more HP, and do more heals. Guthrie hides behind the left staircase, while Damien goes up it. Lorem leads Lyr up the right staircase, as Lyr casts vicious mockery. Cornered between two skull bugs, Lorem casts spirit guardians, and a swarm of winged spirits in shifting colors swirl around her. They completely desecrate the bugs.

Lyr moves forward, and the spirits part like the curtain of a waterfall as she makes her way closer to the enemy. As Lorem follows, taking cover beside a tree, the spirits follow her in a 15 foot radius, but they're moving slower.

Through the spirits, Lorem sees as Damien approaches the giant from behind. As he casts color spray, a paint-like substance splatters everywhere in the direction of the bug, and from his balm glows a brilliant a blinding light.

[ art by @siriwesen ]

As the light dims, in the spot where Damien once stood, is a giant white figure. It's long, and cylindrical, and has 6 legs. And it is staring down at the bug with an eyeless grin.

[ art by @amberflatwoods ]

Aaaand that's where we last left off a few days ago. Pretty exciting!

I love this campaign so much and I love our little adventuring crew and all the Situations (tm) they get themselves into.

[f0point5]

Either way it'll be bad tbf

Youch 😂

[idiotheart]

@halbermenschen + darby / starter call.

Ezzie tilts her head to the side, absentmindedly packing away her nail polish; not the first time she’s seen a ghost, Echo notwithstanding, but she doesn’t recall seeing anyone who looked like a 50s guy. Yeah, Echo sure looks like the personification of the 70s himself, but that’s about as old as they’ve been. And she’s only seen like... five of ’em. Either way, novel.

She raises a hand in a lazy wave, a friendly smile on her face. “Hey. You alright?” Hm, youch? He’s dead. But so’s she, sort of. Vampirism is a weird sort of dead. “Apart from the whole... ‘being dead’ thing.”

[rarestones-aa]

@tumblestones​​ asked:

❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . (petrel)

nonverbal memes. // accepting.

it is not unusual for steven to feel as though he is being watched -- a lot of the time, he is. people tend to recognize him, be it by the blue of his hair or his distinctive style of dress. either way, he is easy to recognize, be it as the heir to devon or the hoenn pokemon league champion. all that to say -- steven does not pay much mind to the feeling of being watched unless he is in an environment where he should not be watched . . . such as this moment.

the feeling grows until the logical thing to do is to stop, to peer through the trees in an attempt to ascertain the identity of the person watching him. what is unexpected is when, out of nowhere, something barrels into him, knocking him to the ground and keeping him there. he quickly realizes that what hit him was a person, but it does not immediately occur to him to bring out a pokemon for support.

❝ youch --- !! what was that for ?? give me a hand up, would you? ❞ he does not see the face of the person just yet, and as such, assumes it must have been an accident.

[schizoleonkennedy]

Good news y'all, I've seen a lot of improvement w my hand!! I was able to hold a pencil for a few minutes, and I'm typing this w both thumbs like I usually do!!

[northernpunk]

we're processing trauma tonight lads

[cognitosclowns]

I hope this isn't to weird but...we all know Glenn is repressed about a lot of things. But do you think he would be in denial about being touch/affection-starved until he meets an very affectionate reader? (starved for some Glenn x reader because I'm a Glenn simp😅)

EEE <333 GOODNESS

SFW BELOW

OKAY THIS MIGHT BE A BIT SCRAMBLED SO FORGIVE ME BUT,,

He's,,, so big n strong + super abrasive w/ people so,,, ppl usually don't go outta their way to touch him for fear of losing a hand?? Even ppl he’d consider himself close to,,, usually don’t offer any casual affection </3

HE DOESN'T REALLY UNDERSTAND HOW BAD IT IS UNTIL HE GETS WITH YOU LMAO OH BOYE

Like <33 he's sitting down at his desk working on smth, and you put your hand on his to get his attention and he visibly pauses?? Like his whole body Tenses Up immediately bc of how,,, unfamiliar the sensation is </3

He does not register a single word you’re saying bc,, he’s much to invested in the way your hand is squeezing his?? Gently rubbing your thumb along the side??

1000% tries to deflect with General Grumbling, a-la 'what'd'y think you're doin', sneaking up me like that >:((('

YKNOW WHAT THAT'S PROBABLY GONNA BE HIS REACTION FOR THE FIRST,,, 10-15 times you try to show him affection. 

This instantaneous Grimace, Lots of Old Man Huffing and grunting about how you 'don't need’ta fuss >:(' , etc, etc <33

DONT WORRY, HE'LL GET OVER THAT HURDLE EVENTUALLY SMDNSD HE'S JUST VERY BAD AT LETTING HIMSELF BE VULNERABLE

It really is like,, All Or Nothing, once he gets through that hurdle. Either he’s gonna toss you around like a hacky-sack, or he’ll hold like you’re made of talcum powder and prayers. No middle ground with Glenn Dolphman smdnsd

Like you go to sit down and he pulls out the chair, cups your back n shoulder to ease you into it <333

When you come in he’ll ently slip your coat off, trailing his hands down your arms <333

JUST,, THOSE CLASSIC SOUTHERN-GENTLEMAN-ROMANTIC-THINGS. His mother raised him right dammit - he may be an abrassive asshole but <333 he also knows how to treat a lover smnsdms

OH expect Lots of affection to your neck n shoulders!! He has Big Strong Hands so <33333 expect plenty of shoulder massages <333

OH <3333 BUT IF YOU RECIPROCATE THAT??? HE’S GONNA DIE

im going off on a tangent about this shit <333 bc guh men <33 you can’t stop me this is my rodeo buckaroo

Cause yeah sure him doing stuff for you feel natural for him bc,, Big Strong Man Grr etc, BUT YOU DOING SHIT FOR HIM?????

Shitty vision + refuses to wear glasses = he's hunched over at his desk while he works on blueprints. That in combination w/ how much the surgery fucked with his spine means YOUCH HIS BACK N SHOULDERS HURT CONSTANTLY

he might fuss a bit at first or tense a bit, but,,, once you get that little spot btwn his shoulder blades???

he murmurs a breathless 'sweet jesus' and BAGABING BADABOOM HE'S PUTTY IN YOUR HANDS BABEY HAVE FUN <3333

lots of delightfully throaty hums n groans??? With every sigh he relaxes a little bit more,, until his hands are fully unclenched, head dipping forwards,

(... also lots of Cursing when you're too rough lmao)

SNDBS IF YOU WANNA MAKE HIS BRAIN SHUT OFF?? just,, come up to him and sit in his lap/straddle his thigh. he'll look at you like you've just grown a third head.

YOU KNOW IT, YOU LOVE IT : HIS ACCENT BECOMES AN INDECIPHERABLE PASTE <333 just this long string of Southern Noises Of Surprise, Mixed With Some Vague Words, before he Nods Firmly As If He's Said Something Very Reasonable smdnsmd.

OH AND LIKE <333 HE’S SUCH A SHOW OFF. COME ON, HE’S THIS BIG OL MANLY MAN, OF COURSE HE’S GONNA PICK YOU UP OUTTA NOWHERE.

 Scoop you up in his arms and spin you before giving you a Big Kiss On the Neck <3333333 domestic bliss suits him nicely

ESPECIALLY IF YOURE BEING STUBBORN. Like if you’re,, working super late?? He’ll just straight up pick up the chair you’re sitting in and bring you into your bedroom n,,, toss you onto the bed like fresh laundry lmao. He won’t have you neglecting yourself <333

IF YOU’VE BEEN GONE FOR A WHILE??? Your back is gonna pop audibly when he swings you around in this,, Massive Bear-Hug-Kiss. He forgets his own strength sometimes sorry

THIS WAS JUST A BUNCHA MISC STUFF SO LMK IF YOU HAD SMTH ELSE IN MIND!!! 

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Primogeniture + 20

Here we go! This one's prompt is Babysitting. It's syrupy sweet, pun intended. 😂

Jane trudges through the door of her home early Saturday morning - the stakeout she and Frost had undertaken the evening before proved fruitful, and an arrest was made. However, not before Jane had had to sprint after their suspect and tackle all 260 pounds of him to the ground, bruising her shoulder in the process. 

She feels especially bad about her absence the entire night, not because Maura and Chiarina were alone, but because Maura was alone with both Chiarina and TJ. Tommy and Lydia are taking a quick, twenty-four hour staycation for some peace and quiet, and Jane and Maura had both volunteered to take him in hopes that one day, they might watch theirs. One needs a diverse portfolio of possible babysitters with a rambunctious child like Chiarina, thinks Jane.

In fact, Jane hears Chiarina’s voice as soon as she locks the deadbolt. “Mamma!!!” she hollers from the kitchen, though Jane hears no stampede coming her way.

“What?!” Jane’s favorite thing is to answer Chiarina as if she were an adult with whom Jane were annoyed. She arrives through the hallway and the dining room to the kitchen soon enough, however, and smiles at what she sees. 

Maura, poor, sweet Maura, stands at the stove. On either side of her about three feet from each end of that stove is a kid. To her right, most likely so she can use her dominant hand to avert any catastrophe, is Chiarina in her standing stool, using a nylon knife to cut through strawberries. To her left, is quiet, pensive TJ, plopping blueberries into batter one at a time. Maura, because of Chiarina’s unique needs and abilities, has been trying less restriction and more freedom, which in this case means putting a (pretty safe) knife in their wild child’s hands. 

Jane approaches by announcing herself. “Behind,” she jokes, because Maura does this constantly, as if they are two professional chefs preparing meals for a restaurant, and not a picky three year old - and today, an easy going four year old, too. She places an open hand on Maura’s backside, and leans in to give their daughter a kiss in greeting. “Hey, you,” she says, into the shampoo-scented heaven of Rina’s hair. “It’s nice to see you helpin’ your mother around here. Since you don’t pay rent.”

“Jane!” Maura admonishes, though the joke does get a genuine burst of laughter from her. She turns to kiss Jane behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Jane kisses with tongue and longing, communicating with her entire mouth that she has missed Maura, but winces all the same. “Youch,” she says when she pulls away.

Maura presses again, lightly. “What happened?”

“Just landed on it wrong, is all,” says Jane. "Promise you can look at it later." Then she moves to TJ. “My favorite nephew!” she shouts, just before gathering him up in a bear hug and smooching his cheek loudly six times.

“Ah! I’m your only nephew!” he says in his high, Tommy-esque voice. He squirms, but eventually settles into her arms. 

She is loath to let him go, but she does, because she finally looks into the pan. She sees two small, perfectly rabbit-shaped pancakes, each awaiting their blueberry eyes from TJ. She bites her lower lip. It trembles anyway. “Bunny pancakes, huh?”

Maura is distracted when she answers. “They insisted,” she says, plating one for each kid next to some turkey bacon and two very small cups of syrup. “Sit them down? I’ve got a stack of regular pancakes with your name on it, I just need them to start eating.”

Jane shakes her head to clear the emotion. “Sure thing. But uh, you know what? Can you make mine bunny-shaped, too?”

Maura chuckles because she thinks Jane is joking again. When she turns to stare into Jane’s eyes, just a few inches away because Jane still hovers close behind, she sees only sincerity and a little vulnerability. “Yes,” she says. “I can.”

Jane brightens up. “See? Knew I married you for a reason,” she says, helping Rina out of her stool. 

Maura rolls her eyes. “Well please make sure the reason has a napkin and takes her allergy pill.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jane heaves one child over her bruised shoulder, then the other, heavier one over her healthy shoulder, and carries them as they giggle through the hall and to the table.

[eveningstar1516]

Loyal to the end

Second fic for https://twitter.com/baked_pear

Bylur doesn't belong to me.

Title: Loyal to the end Fic: One-Shot Paring: Bylur x Mammon Type: Tiny bit of angst, Crack if you squint hard enough, Fluff TW: Some yelling, injury (No detail), little blood mention, Lucifer getting schooled by a sheep? What exactly is Bylur??? Summary: Mammon gets injured when he and Bylur go down to see Cerberus together. Lucifer doesn’t take too kindly to their shenanigans. Bylur’s had enough of Lucifer taking things out on Mammon.

“Ow ow ow ow OUCH! Watch it will y’a!?” “Sorry Mammon. Just hold still. I need to finish wrapping this.” “Whatever, just hurry up and- YOUCH!” “Sorry. Almost done, promise.”

Bylur sat on the couch in the common room with a first aid kit next to her. Mammon sitting opposite with his arm out for her. Wrapping the gauze around the wound on his arm, Bylur clipped the end and closed the kit.

“There you go. Is it too tight?”

Flexing his arm, Mammon was impressed with how well they wrapped him back up. Remembering they were waiting for a response, he avoided eye contact and stood up.

“It’s good enough I guess. You still haven’t thanked me y’know.” “Thank you? Do I need to remind you that you are the reason I had to wrap your arm in the first place?” Bylur picked the kit up and flicked his forehead with their finger. “Make sure to wait until after your arm’s healed before going for your next scheme, okay? I know demonic healing works very fast but even this will take a little while.”

Grumbling out a promise to wait, Bylur left the room to return the kit to their room. Turning the corner, they bumped into Lucifer, almost falling over before he caught them. Pulling them to his chest to keep them balanced, he looked down at them in concern.

“Are you alright Bylur? You’re not hurt are you?” A little concern laced into his voice as he did a quick once over for any injuries.

“N-no. Thanks for catching me Lucifer. Sorry for bumping into you. I’ll be more careful.” Moving out of Lucifer’s hold, they brushed their skirt and moved to walk around Lucifer when he spoke up again.

“What’s the aid kit for? Did you get injured?”

Looking down at the box in their hand, Bylur shook their head ‘no’. “Oh no, not for me. Mammon just had a little accident. I’m just putting this back in my room. See you later.” Turning back around, they quickly went to their room before Lucifer could ask them any more questions. They really didn’t want to have to explain the gash in Mammon’s arm…

They managed to avoid Lucifer for the rest of the day, at least until dinner rolled around. They knew one of the brothers would have noticed by now and depending on what elaborate story Mammon told them, the night was going to get very interesting very quickly. Making their way down to the dining room, Mammon was nowhere to be soon. Neither was Lucifer. Sitting down next to Satan, Bylur served themself some roast and corn on the side. No one bothered to wait for the two absent brothers before eating.

15 minutes had gone by without so much as a text from either of them about missing dinner.

“Guys. Do any of you know where Mammon and Lucifer are? They didn’t say anything about missing dinner.” “They’re inside Lucifer’s study.” Levi helpfully responded, although he didn’t bother looking up from his plate.

Getting a little worried, Bylur grabbed their two plates and loaded them up each with food. Making sure to keep each item separated for Lucifer so they wouldn’t touch and making sure the vegetables were on top of the rice for Mammon, Bylur took the two plates to Lucifer’s study, being careful to keep them balanced so nothing spilled. Reaching his door, they set one plate down so they could knock clearly. Getting no response, they tried once more. Still nothing. Leaning their ear to the door, they could hear the muffled voices of the two eldest’s arguing with one another. Trying the doorknob, they were surprised to find it unlocked. Picking up the plate off the ground, they invited themselves in and shut the door behind them.

None of the demons in the room turned to look their way. Clearing their throat, they tried to gain their attention, to no avail. Sighing, they set the two plates on Lucifer’s desk with an affirmative thunk that drew both their attentions.

“Dinner was ready almost 20 minutes ago and neither of you showed up. Fried rice and vegetables with shrimp for Mammon, Steamed vegetables, shadow bog breast and a small helping of rice for Lucifer. Now, are you two going to pause your bickering and eat or should I leave you both to finish screaming your throat raw?” Raising an eyebrow they stared them both down before each begrudgingly sat down and picked up their utensils. Smiling, Bylur grabbed a chair from the center of the study and sat down next to the two.

“So does one of you want to tell me what exactly the two of you were arguing about. It doesn’t have to do with what happened earlier does it?” “Observative as every Bylur. However this doesn’t concern you.” Lucifer tapped at the corner of his mouth with a napkin and set it down neatly next to his plate. “Oh I think it does if you’re talking about what happened with Cerberus.” “Mammon almost had you killed, I’m simply in the midst of disciplining him and reminding him why you shouldn’t-” “Oi! You don’t-” “And I’m going to stop you both right there. Mammon didn’t do anything. Going to see Cerberus was my idea. Mammon tried to talk me out of it but eventually relented.” Bylur raised their hand up to signal for silence as they spoke.

“Mammon is many things. He may be an idiot at times and have the craziest of ideas. He may be a moron at times, but he is very sweet and very loyal. He was the one who shielded and protected me from Cerberus even after I dragged him down there. He tried to stop me but I didn’t listen. Any punishment you have in mind should be directed at me, not him.” “Bylur-” “I’m not done yet Mammon,” pointing their finger at Lucifer, “I know you think because you’re the eldest that you can go around and act the authoritarian to your brothers but it doesn’t work that way. They are your brothers, not your charges. You can’t go around and punish or lecture them for every little reason that you come up with. What’s more, is despite your claims of Mammon being your favourite, you always target him as your stress outlet. Things your other brothers would get away with nothing more than a slap on the wrist, you tie Mammon up and leave him hanging upside down, literally. Mammon’s going to eat in my room. I don’t want to see you until you come up with an appropriate and sincere apology for punishing him for something he didn’t have a part in.”

Grabbing Mammon’s arm and his plate, Bylur dragged him out of the room. Not once looking back at Lucifer’s stunned face or listening to Mammon’s confused sputtering of their name, asking them to slow down or let go. Not until they reached their room and closed the door behind the two of them did they let go of Mammon and place their plate on the table in their room. Freezing in place, they just realized exactly what they had said to Lucifer and how they were practically almost yelling at him. The bed creaked under them as they landed heavily with a forceful sigh and their face in their hands.

Mammon was still standing in the center of the room, confused as to what to do until he saw Bylur sit down. Slowly approaching them, he sat down on the bed next to them and placed a hand on their shoulder.

“Bylur?”

Turning their head to look at Mammon, Bylur just sighed once more, closed their eyes, and rested their head on his shoulder.

“msory” “Huh? Y’ar mumblin’ human.” “I’m sorry Mammon. I shouldn’t have blown up like that. I shouldn’t have dragged you down there with me and I shouldn’t have let you get hurt. Sorry.”

Huffing, Mammon ran his fingers through his hair frustrated. Wondering what he should do, he finally sighed and wrapped his hands around them.

“Listen here. Don’t ya dare apologize for that. There’s no way in the 7 circles I would have let ya go down there yourself. Ya don’t have’ta start apologizing now ya dumb idiot. I would follow you everywhere.”

Bylur tucked their head into Mammon, their ears flattening atop their head, accepting the embrace. They never heard the last part Mammon mumbled. Only when they heard Mammon grunt and adjust his grip did they remember his injury. Pulling away from Mammon, they picked up his forearm and inspected the bandages.

“You’re starting to soak through them. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Getting up, Bylur went to the bathroom to retrieve their first aid kit. Sitting back on the bed, they opened the box up and took Mammon’s arm once more. Silently unwrapping the bloodied bandage, they disposed of it and cleaned the wound once more before re-wrapping it.

“Thank you.” A quiet whisper, but there nonetheless.

Shaking his head, Mammon used his free hand to ruffle their hair playfully. “Don’t mention it. Let’s just say ya owe me.” Flashing Bylur a grin, his face fell when he saw them groan.

“Oi! C’mon now. I saved your life there, didn’t I!?” “Of course you did, my sweet Demon. What would you like in return, a kiss?”

It was Mammon’s turn to get flustered. Sputtering as he felt his cheeks heat up. Laughing at the blushing demon, Bylur leaned in and placed a single kiss on his cheek.

“D-don’t tease me like that… At least do it properly.” Mammon looked down and away in embarrassment. It was in his nature to be greedy, and he wanted all of what Bylur had to offer.

“You still need to eat, you greedy demon. Finish your dinner and maybe I’ll give you another kiss~” “Make it two and ya got a deal!” Giggling behind their hand, they felt their own cheeks start to warm. “Deal”.

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