#rabbit ramblings [ooc]

[misteria247]

Shadow: Tch. I don't make friends, friends and me don't mix.

In the distance

Sonic waving wildly: Shadow! Long time no see how you doing buddy?? Wanna race sometime soon???

Shadow trying to ignore the distant shouts: Ignore that he's not my friend-

On the nearby sidewalk

Amy beaming: Shadow hey! We still on for our luncheon?? I've got so much to chat about with you! Oh and Cream says hi and that she looks forward to your next visit!

Shadow slowly going a bit red: She's an acquaintance of my.....nothing more than that-

Immediately gets interrupted by his phone with a ring specifically set for Rouge

Shadow sighing exhausted and red faced: Nevermind.

[solarandmoon]

may not be some fancy lore question bUT WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DAZZLING. TO EVERY FELLA THAT HAS ACCESS TO THIS BLOG.

WE GOT ARIA BLAZE (THE ONE WITH PURPLE HAIR)

SONATA DUSK (THE ONE WITH BLUE HAIR)

AND ADAGIO DAZZLE (THE ORANGE HAIRED ONE WITH THE STRONG AND PRETTY VOICE AND THE OBJECTIVELY CORRECT ANSWER BESIDES SONATA)

Uhhh...well Solar's not here rn, so you're stuck with me, I can message the others for this...while I wait for them I'll answer myself.

And I'm going to stop you right there because you are OBJECTIVELY WRONG. Adagio MAY be the leader, but Aria is the one that's the best, she's level headed and asks the right question's about Adigio's plan, her voice MAY not be the most noticable one but she doesn't NEED to stand out to be the fuckin best of the dazzlings.

Now that we have cleared up your WRONG opinion, the other's messaged back.

Earth and Lunar both agreed upon Sonata which isn't the CORRECT answers, she's both their favorites.

And Sun isn't exactly a fan of the dazzlings, he had to look them up which...ya fair me and Solar are usually the one to watch MLP not him and said Adagio based on looks and ONE SONG ALONE so he doesn't have enough to base his opinion on currently.

And....Solar didn't answer...that's weird maybe he's busy...he usually answers me tho...

Guess you don't get Solar's answer then.

[gloomy-glen]

Yup...this is a really dark and mature blog....

[soulmissed]

who's watching winnie the pooh / looney tunes / max & ruby with auggie.

he needs lighthearted television. his life is stressful enough.

[falsementor]

just puttin' this out there!

the macaque in lego monkie kid is not the same character as the one in journey to the west. he is strongly based on that character, yes, but he is also strongly based on a completely different character as well (aka the macaque king from the sworn brotherhood!)

the show takes a lot of liberties with its characters.

lego monkie kid macaque is in of itself, a mixed-lore depiction of six-eared macaque. and is the version of the character i'm writing here!

[tvrningout-a]

del having white hair like the snow of the region he's from and the association with innocence... rin having red hair like the fire sunna is known for but also the way red is associated with anger... i would like y'all to know i've never made an intentional design choice in my life but boy am i glad that i make happy accidents like this asdf

[lunarxdaydream]

I need adult supervision

[crowshoots]

am traveling this weekend for my program and not bringing my laptop so discord drop! riomios

[beinfriends]

( making sense of Mother 3 canon is HELL )

[misteria247]

I need a story, whether it's in a SEGA game or in the IDW comics, where Tails and Cream just go absolutely ham. Like their best friends/older sibling figures get taken. Leaving Tails and Cream to figure out how to get them back. Que them (along with Cheese) kicking ass and taking names.

Like I just think that would be so entertaining to see.

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

Well, while i’m dealing with the frustration that is trying to reset my forgotten password on insta-- How about i treat the dash to more rambling about food fantasy? Seeing as i haven’t talked about that verse in a hot minute lol--

Okay, so first fun fact up-- the main reason i haven’t indulged in this verse in ages, aside from the fact that i’ve seen almost no one here on tumblr playing muses from it-- is because it mainly exists as a verse thanks to writing with a discord friend i’ve lost contact with going on a couple years ago now-- which... does admittedly bring a touch of pain to said verse--

Next up, is the fact that thanks to his status of not being a master attendant in said verse, Minato actually hasn’t had contact with very many food souls-- in fact, going off past writing record as a reference-- He’s interacted with Whiskey, Pizza, Tequila, and Martini-- with him and Whiskey having the most “history” together, thanks to past plotting that had been in place lol

And to continue on from that last point... Minato had a roommates/fwb situation going on with Whiskey-- (which yes, given how Whiskey is, i realize was a disaster in the making lol) thanks to mainly to a chance meeting via his work at the rabbit shop... followed by an unfortunate incident of (more or less) blackmail that ended in Minato being kicked from his apartment-- and in the end going to Whiskey, because he didn’t want to burden Itsuki by staying with him--

(i’m also big time sad that i may have lost the starter/drabble i wrote in relation to Minato losing his apartment-- thanks to losing access to the server we used to write on-- because i actually really enjoyed the way i wrote that piece at the time--)

[wclfstrife]

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[viciouslyfilthy]

Thinking about adding Richard Felton from Remothered: Tormented Fathers as a muse on here....ough

[quiisquiliae]

Work’s been hell lately, so brain isn’t in a spot for drafts.  Anyone wanna send prompts/questions for headcanon shit?

[1eoness]

professor!re4r leon fucking u.. i think (or at least wanting to fuck u)

cw content : leon size kink kennedy (jk) | sub-afab-fem-reader and dom!leon kennedy | age gap(ur 22 he's 27), leon masturbating, penetration, slightly weird ooc leon ♡

[to clarify, i am 18. anyone <18 and anyone >18 uncomfortable with interacting pls dni]

authors note bc i love rambling; btw i'm writing this in public at some boba cafe can u believe that lol im literally supposed to be studying but hwatever fuck it leon make me go blaahhhhhh. btw what do i call this? a fic?blurb?drabble? idklmfao by the way i have NO idea on how to write professor x reader shit so im sorrhy if this sucks ass.

synopsis : conflicted and flustered professor!leon kennedy of your local college struggles to improve his class' average because students like you—incompetent, airheaded, spoiled and klutzy— make it difficult for him :(

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you heard the rustling of laptop bags and stationery as leon's students left for that morning lecture. though, they moved slow and drowsy; for leon is sure nowadays this generation can't afford to wake up at 6:00 in the morning to prepare for a 7 a.m. lecture on "deviance and crime control."

especially you.

kennedy is a sharp man. he harps on students even if they get a B on any assignment, but he swears it's on his tough love (to which a lot of students aren't really aware of, just that they know this stoic pretty-face of a man has high standards.)

he is also keen on attendance. something girls like you seem to take lightly. it was absurd, really. most professors don't give a shit, do they?

it would've been fine with leon if you missed lectures even twice a week as long as you emphasized your understanding of his lessons through putting stellar effort on your schoolwork. but the best you've gotten on his class was a B- drawing close to a C+.

so, he needs to have a chat with you. urgently.

"l/n, i need to speak with you." leon spoke, confrontative as his black jeans peered from your right peripheral vision. he stood tall beside the edge of the table where you sat. jesus, was he trying to give you a heart attack? (he always had this habit, he'd just pop out of nowhere. he has silent feet.)

yes, you may have missed his lectures from monday to thursday to go to macedonia with your family: but if leon were given the opportunity for a vacation he would snag it too, right?

you looked up at the young professor, wide-eyed and a bit intimidated. what the hell did you do this time? you closed your laptop, gave leon your full attention. leon has also noticed this about you; you're quick to pay attention but you have the memory span of a dumb rabbit. maybe even the IQ of one too, if leon was rude enough.

so you sat there, hands on your lap as you fiddled with the pleats of your blue plaid skirt. the color makes his heart beat a little—he loves the color blue. and the way it looked on you... wait, no. what the hell was he thinking?

"you couldn't even spare the few minutes to e-mail me that you'd be missing four- four, of my classes in one week." he emphasized with a slate tone, and the way his eyes peered down at you added that he needed your reasoning of the situation. he'd love to hear what you had to say for yourself. "i had to talk to your friend, ashley, for some clarification. even the president's daughter has the dignity to show up to my class with a verbal apology." leon scolded as his fingertips met the pages of your notebook. did you even care about his classes? :(

much to your chagrin, your lips were pressed in sheepish silence. hopeless, even. you didn't even have anything to say for yourself? how pitiable.

you simply can't miss class, that wasn't right! just because you thought you could hide in the shadows amidst leon's collective of 73 students (yes he counts), you aren't out of his eyes. in fact, you stood out to him even if you were just an incompetent scholar.

he sighed at your silence. "fair enough, an apology can't compensate for your lack of presence or decorum." he then placed your paper on the desk, you had gotten a D. you were never a bad student but this was your first D ever! your eyes widened and he caught on even though he could only see the crown of your hair. "surprised? because i'm not." leon uttered flatly while his pale fingers flipped through the papers right in front of you. you even spotted a few contractions— when did you even pass this?!

but you weren't a bad girl to him, no. you were capable of shame and guilt. you looked sideways, unable to meet his eyes and training your vision to the floor. you felt low, disappointing a professor that gave you numerous chances to break out of your awkward shell.

"you're a smart girl, you know that?" he finally sighed softly. he wanted you to look at him, make him another promise that you'll start putting effort in his class. he needed to maintain his class's average or else he'd prove he was an inept professor, and he can't do that when he lets 'students like you' get away with shabby attendance and subpar schoolwork. "i don't just give students chances. but that doesn't make you special." and it was true—he's voluntarily failed 6 of his students before. "you'll do something about this, right?"

"yes, professor kennedy.." you muttered modestly.

"hmm?" he hummed inquisitively as he took your paper back. he was willing to give you a chance. "listen to me. i'll give you the chance to redo your paper. i know when students rush their work and if i see even a hint of redundancy in it—i will take all my chances back. and you are never taking absences from my class. i don't want you entering even a minute late, or leaving a second early. i hope we're clear, l/n."

naturally, you were scared. so you nodded up at him after countless confirmations that you will do you work and that you'll show up to class no matter what. he has to use your word against you, he's sorry but it's for your own good.

once he was satisfied, he gave you a nod and turned his side, dismissing you. after all, leon was a busy man. you're not his only student.

it was when you walked out the building and then 20 minutes away from it that you felt like crying. you hated being scolded by him :( but just when you were about to go through your bag for your handkerchief, you were stuck with an inconvenient realization. you forgot your handkerchief.

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leon just stared at the table where you sat from just now, backpack strap over his shoulders since he was just about to leave. he gripped onto either of them slowly as he stared down at your handkerchief in contemplation.

a twofold baby-blue hankie embedded with a subtle floral print. tentatively, he picks it up with his hand and examines it. for a minute his mind went blank, conflicting between chasing you and just returning it to you or to leave it by the lecture podium for her to retrieve tomorrow (when you hopefully attend his lesson again.)

..but blue was his favorite color.

"damn it." leon, with a barely audible mutter, shoved the handkerchief in his jacket pocket. he felt like the most guilty man in the world, poor boy.

...

leon sighed.

he wasn't celibate.

his hormones were in shambles once he got to his place. perhaps part of it was because he knew he hasn't graded the recent tests yet.

manspreading, tie loose, shirt stuffy and jeans undone while his hair wisped in slightly disheveled directions. cold breaths followed out his pretty mouth.

"nnn..fuck.. uhh-" leon whimpered into the baby blue cloth, laced with your perfume. he felt so guilty, so perverted. he shuddered every time he could see over the edges of the cloth, seeing his cream-leaking tip from previous orgasms spurt teasingly. "ahh- fuuuck, p-please-"

his grunts were high. he was close to crying, staining your pretty handkerchief with guilty-pleasure-ridden tears. spilled milk, it trailed down his pretty shaft as he pumped it over and over. his motive was you— you were just so fucking stupid and had so much naivete, it absolutely vexed him knowing how endearing you were.

until a slip of leon's mouth surprised him, earning a small squeak from him as he accidentally muffled your name in your cloth. "fuck, y/n- a-ahh.. u-uhh..hmfff.." he was frustrated; whining and cumming while his mind stirred with the thought of you and your pretty eyes and the photographic memory of your dumbstricken face.

he gave out a tired whine into the cloth, so, so close to crying his frustrations out. he just wanted to eat you. christ, and he was so hard for you it made his head ache..

he could only watch his girth that pulsed with white. he pried the sweet handkerchief off his lips, breathing roughly and wiping his tears. he felt so, so sorry for you. the color of the cloth looked exactly like the skirt you wore yesterday. and yet to top it off, he (ashamedly) wiped his cum off with your dainty cloth. oh, he's so sorry..

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he didn't want to come to this point. or maybe he did and god was force-feeding him with culpability (he's atheist). he offered once to tutor you personally. one-on-one, no distractions. and so suddenly, someone's skirt was on his clean carpet floor..

your blouse draped over your shoulder and was pulled above your bra carelessly. he handled you with so much ease, squishing you into position while he tried to slowly push his thick length into your syrupy hole. you bit the knuckle of your thumb, and whimpered timidly that he was too big. but look where you were now.

"fuck- you're so- you feel so good.. shut up and take it all, yeah?.. hmmff-" there leon goes, harping you again. you were so loud but it wasn't even your fault, not when he was pistoning his cock into you and paying no hesitation to his pace. you were simply too sweet for him not to please. "sweetheart, hold onto me.." he mutters.

he was pushing every squeak and cute little wail out of his pathetic student, rutting his tip into that spot. "n-nnghh- aah!~" you were running low on words.

"yeah?- mhmm...ffuck, right here? huh?" the feeling of him thrusting against that spongy part more and more sent your mind further into autopilot. you were past squirming around and pushing him away, you just had to take it.. and take it.. and you were doing so good ♡.

"l-leoonn.. m-mm!- fffeels t-too good-" you babbled, mind stuffy with the pleasurably-shameful feeling of being gorged with your professor's thick girth. he shuddered at the way you uttered his name so adoringly. to leon you were so dirty but so, so cute. he had you puddled into tears beneath him while he fucked into your cute little hole with fervor. he just wanted to stuff you full, make you his, adore you forever.

he whined softly into your shoulder. you kept clenching down on him and it made him impossible to think. his phone was ringing on his bedside but he doesn't even give a shit—if anything he tried to drown it out by thrusting into you faster, to which made him lament into your skin. he even adjusted your hips up impossibly further.

"l-leeonn, n-no..— n-no more, please!!-" you blabbered adorably, voice mumbly and whiny as you clawed at his shoulders or back— you didn't know anymore.

"shhh shh.." he cooed over your cries with a quiet and honeyed voice, planting a soft kiss to where he could reach on your face or head. "i know, i know, it feels so good, hm?.. just let it feel good, baby—ahh, fuck-.. uhh..." he moaned lowly into your shoulder, unable to stop the way he rutted his cock into your creamed-up cunt. you seemed to be enjoying it, so why were you complaining? leon thinks to himself smugly but he knows he can't act on his pride. after all you made him like this—submitting to his carnal urges...

you didn't wanna cum a third time, huh? silly little girl.

leon growled quietly into the crook where your neck and shoulder met. you've never heard that sound from him. he held you down, constraining you, and squished you further into his mattress. a helpless and surprised yelp lolled out your tongue as he went impossibly quicker while he cursed like he was about to break down in tears. leon was mercilessly grinding his cock into all your sensitive spots, not letting your pleas of retort contest him. "fuckfuck- u-uhhh, take it, baby, c'mon... do it f'me, it's gonna feel so good-.. ahh!-"

he couldn't even finish his sentence—just piping his cum in you roughly as if he were proving a point, growling whinily along the way. he even kept fucking you shallowly while you were a dumb, sniffling mess with no sense of self-assertion as you creamed all over his shaft uncontrollably a third time. consecutive and quiet whimpers could be heard from you while you soaked in your overstimulation, needing him desperately to reassure you again through the overbearing pleasure of being pushed past what your cunny can handle.

"poor baby." he muttered to himself breathily as he gave the last of his tired, frustrated thrusts and pulled out of you; giving you the time to breathe while he pats your hair down comfortingly. his fluttering eyes finally closed as his head found refuge in your neck, slightly limp with exhaustion as he huffed cold breaths on the wet patches of your skin.

he pulled his head away after a minute of regaining what's left of his strength. leon looked down at you with subtle puppylike eyes, like he was sorry for ever being so harsh on you; even before he fucked the shit out of you. you quietly took your handkerchief to wipe some sweat off his neck— and his cheeks went a little rosy, remembering what he did to it that day you "lost" it ♡.

seems detergent can't wash something like lust away!

[tvrningout-a]

i am staring at the other members of arata's band so hard rn. i dunno about writing them, but i do wanna revamp them and do a lil post properly introducing each of them. i miss those guys, those nerds, those dorks <3