#my comms r open :D

[sofiaruelle]

Oh wow, I was not expecting a whole drawing of them trying the dance and falling around. It's very beautifully done, I rmmbr just staring in awe for a while at first 🩵

I have another odd question about the she trio/ass gang, which u don't have to draw

Cause I saw a little video of Harvey going hard; dancing to MiseryxCPR(xReese's Puffs) and it had me laughing for a long while, and I wondered who would be the ones singing the song if say the stardrop saloon had some kind of karaoke night

My head tells me both Sam and Abagail would end up doing Reeses's puffs, but that would leave one of the other songs without a host :/

Harvey would probably end up saying stuff about how cpr doesn't require mouth-to-mouth anymore or smthn, and Shane probably worried Marnie would walk in-or just, too drunk off his ass having fun to care 🤔

nah man i just have to draw them. and oh look I even have another essay under readmore! 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

✨Also my commissions are open! ✨ if anyone is interested! :D< please reblog/share the og comm sheet ,if you can! it would help me a lot thank you!!!

Honestly i can imagine them all just being pissed drunk before attempting to sing the song😂. i know fersure the SHE trio would require more liquid courage for it (heck even to join/start a kareoke sesh!)

Shane gives of major Kareoke Tito (uncle) vibes~. Yknow that one tito who specifically sings “My Way” by Frank Sinatra and has a bunch of classic rock songs under his belt. He’s not good at singing perse but he can at least carry a tune. He and Sebastian would totally connect with singing Misery. but like Shane vaguely knows the song (he’s heard it on radio a bajillion times but he doesnt know the name of the song so its not quite on his playlists) so he when he’s super sloshed and can barely read the screen, he tries to sing it from memory and misses a couple of the words. but hey! at least he knows the chorus and is in tune.

Meanwhile Sebastian has Misery “secretly” on his go to playlist. He doesnt admit it (the songs is too main stream and overplayed but he stumbled upon a vocaloid cover and rest is history.) He definitely always chooses the song every kareoke sesh (although not his first choice) and he’s passionate about it even has a little performance too(lots of head bangs, fist pumps and that classic 2000s disney knees bent together, feet wide apart moment)! For his duet with shane he’s the first to shed a lil tear and that gets shane going and they cry through most of the song in their own lil misery world ignoring the chaos around them.

Sam is a fucking menace for singing CPR and I do agree He and Abigail would go off on Reese’s Puff BUT i can definitely imagine being commited to singing CPR (we all know he’d awkwardly twerk). Especially if it was to troll on Harvey who probably thought it was a wholesome song about doing CPR at a specific BPM. 😂

Harvey good lird poor harvey! He’s probably the most sober out of everyone. It doesnt help that he’s no light weight + lowkey becomes designated baby sitter everytime (he’s soooooooo going charge them extra in the morning if they come stumbling into his clinic asking for some hangover cure). He was so excited about adding a new song to CPR tempo list he was gonna teach at the nex first aid classes!! Who would have thought that a singer with a cute wholesome name like Cupcakke was just so… sooooo SCANDALOUS!!! He should have known Sam was up to something the moment he grabbed him by the shoulder!!! “This is medical malpractice, Samson!!!” He spends the whole trying to sush Sam who’s having so much fun laughing at Harvey’s reaction 😂

Abigal. F e r a l.

Help! Elliot has fallen over! He honestly just has a mild peanut allergy but he has been drinking and hooo boi. thats not good. thank goodness Harvey is sobered up (with the help of Sam ofc) and has an epipen on hand! Catch Leah cackling from her seat by the bar before assisting Harvey.

#doodle #stardew valley #stardew valley sebastian #stardew valley sam #stardew valley abigail #stardew valley shane #stardew valley elliot #stardew valley harvey #ass gang #she trio #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv abigail #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sdv elliot #TW: drinking #TW: allergy #good lird this was such chaotic night to remember

[psiirockin]

hii, i was wondering where your commission page is? i don't remember if it was linked in a carrd or bio or pinned post but i can't find it :" i love your art and wanted to comm soon if any slots r open. o! also was curious if you mind drawing characters you've already drawn in a different way / appearance (like elizabeth / william for example)? asking bc i remember your designs are based off of brain ppl and wanted to make sure it wouldn't be an uncomfortable request. :D

My comm info is here!! 🌈

I’m not sure which you’re asking so I’ll answer these two questions haha. I’m fine with drawing my versions of those characters for comms! The only thing of the FNAF cast I won’t draw for a commission is romance stuff with a self ship or something with Michael + William!

And I’m also happy to draw your version/different versions of the FNAF characters if that’s what you were asking instead! ^^

#asks #asks open #commission info

[valberryy]

H e l l o HSHSHSHS glad to see ur back on my dash ^-^ ...mayhaps... a spy x family au with ayato and tighnari? if u arent writing the sumeru characters yet just ayato is fine woohoo~ TY will read ur other stuff as soon as exams r over

STARFELL BACK AT IT AGAIN W THE GALAXY BRAIN IDEAS!!!! thank u thank u it is also nice to Be back <3 <3 i'm catching up w the archon quests so it's All Good, BUT i played w the prompt a little if that's okay ..... 🙈 no worries take your time and best of luck with ur exams !!!! <3 KAYA MO YANNNN

➻ ayato and tighnari in a spy x family au

content warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, one instance of swearing

➻ given everything from his status at birth, to his surname, to the obviously-branded clothes he likes to wear, it would be the understatement of the century to say that AYATO has quite a lot to lose — especially considering his ever-so-mysterious business trips that he happens go to on so often.

➻ on the outside, you and him seem to make the very definition of a perfect couple. he's sweet on you, often bringing home gifts after his long days at work, and every night the cctv system catches how you open the door to greet him with a smile. there's no shortage of whispers about that guy kamisato and his spouse — which seemed more than a little amusing to him, especially considering how your "relationship" is, among many things, a business contract of sorts.

➻ he found out about you through work connections, funnily enough, but as far as his knowledge goes, you're just a civilian who happened to need protection — and so, your agreement was born. you'll be under his care as a member of the kamisato clan, and he'll have you to keep his sister company while he's away for spy work, and help him keep his cover. though... you don't know about that second part.

➻ something he's beginning to find a little odd, though, is that another spy from a rival organisation seems to be even more of a thorn in his side than usual, lately. he'd spend days investigating a target and finding a good stake-out location... to find someone else already there, waving oh-so-pleasantly, oh-so-frustratingly at him.

➻ he's rather reluctant to admit how much he bickers with them, and even less likely to admit that he rather enjoys it, sometimes. even through the voice-disguising device, there's something to these encounters, and the way he hears his codename cooed through his comms that he finds oddly endearing — and more infuriating than anything he's had to deal with in his life.

➻ though... something about them and the gruff tenderness with which they tug bandages tighter around his wounds reminds him a little of you.

➻ but he comes home, smile pleasant as always, though his footsteps may be a little heavy — and listens to you talk about your day at work: oh, you were really early for a meeting earlier, and it was so awkward with just you and one other person there... his smile only widens when he hears about what you and ayaka have been up to lately, too.

➻ as tired — and annoyed — as he may be, and as much of an odd coincidence it is that your mannerisms happen to remind him of his annoying coworker, watching you two scuttle into the kitchen to bring out some baked goods recipe you found online for him to taste makes him feel like his pretend family has more weight to it than he initially thought.

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➻ while it seems to many that TIGHNARI decided to settle down after getting married, that was very much not the case. he simply adapted to a... work from home lifestyle, he'll say — whether that refers to the papers he goes through in the living room after seeing you off for work and collei off at school, or the locked study at the end of the hall that he shuts himself into for hours on end.

➻ much like ayato's case, your "marriage" began as a mutually beneficial agreement. he wouldn't have to choose between his very secretive r&d work and looking after collei, and you... well, he isn't sure exactly what you gain out of this arrangement, since it seems very biased in his favour.

➻ but he can't quite complain, he supposes. especially since collei seems to really like you, given how often he can hear you two laughing from the kitchen—hey, that's the salt, not the sugar!—and how you help her with phrases she can't quite seem to grasp, and how you two always walk home together from the station on the rare days that your schedules align.

➻ there's also the peculiar "lunchbox incident," as collei calls it, where she clung to you for a week after a business trip of yours — ah, he's normally so careful about where he puts his mushroom samples, but perhaps the mostly-empty house put him a little too at ease... you had laughed it off once you got home, and loathe as he is to admit it, the sound of your laugh and your scolding voice alike made the whole scene feel a little more domestic than he was used to.

➻ tighnari will admit that he was more than a little suspicious of you at first, but after seeing how you act around him and collei alike, he sagely decides to keep quiet about how your button-ups always seem to be a little too white and smell a little too much like bleach — so long as you keep quiet about the clinical, chemical smells coming from his study, of course.

➻ that's not to say he doesn't have his suspicions, though. it may be how smoothly your tone seems to shift from your work calls to calling everyone over for dinner, or how the little engraved logo by your phone is the same logo in the corner of all the documents filed neatly into the false bottom of his drawer. or maybe it's the simple fact that he doubts an office worker would come home covered in bruises so often.

➻ but each time you come home he's waiting for you on the couch with your favourite drink and a first aid kit, always muttering about what kind of asshole coworkers you must have if you always come home in these conditions. and in these moments, where it's just you and him in the living room, the late-night radio turned to the lowest volume with your occasional comments of, "ow, tighnari, i'm delicate!" he wonders, almost uncharacteristically, what it would be like for you to call him your husband.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #tighnari x reader #bee writes

[paniknanikin]

In July 2020, i wanted to cheer up my brother by making him a blanket. Pixel art had always been something that fascinated me, so I had been dying to try out tapestry crochet. Little did I know I had found my new passion.

Shortly thereafter, I came up with the idea to expand it into a project where I make a blanket for everyone in my family.

Eleven blankets later (one of which I don’t have a pic of) I find myself here. I’m going to take a moment to give myself a slight pat on the back, because it’s wild thinking how far I’ve come. I enjoyed every single moment of this project. It’s like every blanket taught me something new.

When I started to post these on other socials, something more wild started to happen - people cared, they liked my work too. So thanks for that, it means a lot, even in small amounts.

But everything has an ending. It’s very bittersweet think that this is it. I don’t every intend on stopping, but to be perfectly honest this is very financially taxing. The ace attorney blanket cost me $200, and most of these were about $70.

This comes with its own question - monetization. It’s something I really struggle with because all of these blankets were labors of love. It was incredibly jarring when some recipients tried to hand me money, it felt like they couldn’t accept it as a gift. While well intentioned, it hurt my feelings a little. I’m not sure how sustainable this hobby will be if I don’t find a way to monetize it.

So blanket comms are open, mainly because I need new blanket ideas lol. I’m currently working on a sailor moon blanket and have something planned for the fnaf movie though.

I would like to take this moment to thank J, K, P, Dad, Mom, IG, R, IB, D, Grandma L, and L. For being so amazing - I love you all.

PaniknAnikin

#crochet #yarn #diy #handmade #art #fanart

[murderobot]

finally made a ref for my fursona! I’ll use this as an opportunity to introduce myself :)

hi! I’m gray. I use it/they pronouns and I’m autistic! (art being one of my special interests) I have a specific love for furries and robots. my comms r always open as I’m in need of money 😭 reblogs r so appreciated bc I’m really trying to get myself out there! :D

#my art #oc #original character #furry #furry art #fursona #ref #reference sheet #furry ref sheet #commissions #commissions open #meowwww #furries #wolf

[clonerightsagenda]

i would love to hear anything more about communications director minkowski that you would care to share, it sounds like a very fun route for postcanon! 👀

It IS very fun. In lieu of writing a coherent post I just spent quite a bit of time scrolling through 3 years of discord messages for good tidbits:

Gill spent part of my day wondering “you know you’d expect Lovelace to have some Loud And Pointed Opinions about Minkowski being offered the post of Communications Director but maybe instead she’d be the first to figure out there’s no better way to dismantle the company than from the inside out” Kat If you want a job done wrong you gotta do it yourself Gill Minkowski: They… want me to be the next director… and I think I’m going to take the job. Lovelace: …actually. That sounds like an amazing idea. Minkowski: Minkowski: who are you and what have you done with Captain Lovelace Kat Careful Renee. That joke has a bit of an edge to it Gill Nobody’s getting out of post-flight quarantine without an identity crisis of some kind it seems Kate I bet Lovelace would jump at the chance to have a woman on the inside… who has a lot of practice ruining Goddard's plans. Gill Lovelace, probably: You’re gonna need your own version of Cutter’s hypercompetent Right Hand Minion, and it seems to me that the person who kept him distracted while you put a harpoon through his torso would be the ideal candidate. Lovelace: Also, it’d be fun to deface Kepler’s old office.

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Kat was thinking about Minkowski marriage drama in the context of her voluntarily signing on to be comms director under the same contract as the last one fully aware this means everyone will try to kill her just in case she can keep everyone else safe and then having to explain that to her husband tfw your wife never prioritizes you bc she's too busy prioritizing a) dying in space b) dying on land now Gill Dominik Koudelka, maybe: it just feels like I have to get myself kidnapped by shadowy corporate goons if I want to spend time with you!

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Kate Communications Director Minkowski 1) definitely publishes her own adapted fifth edition of the Survival Manual that’s not a joke and full of useful things and 2) mostly inspired by things Eiffel did that his justification was “well no one ever TOLD me this would happen in space!” Gill “Leprechauns are not real. Ghosts, however, are.” “In the unlikely but theoretically possible event that leprechauns are discovered at some point in the near future, disregard previous. It’s important to keep an open mind.” Kate Adaptability! Flexibility! Priorities! Acknowledgement that space is full of unpredictable and incomprehensible bullshit! The spirit of the new space age Gill Tip #1002: You may say “fuck”. Once.

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Kat thought: re Goddard possibly having prison labor going on, maybe when they got Eiffel out of jail they just transferred his sentence to them, and Comms Director Minkowski finds out she technically owns two of her crewmates now and isn't super happy about it Eiffel: so for the next 23 years my ass is yours I guess Minkowski: I don't want it Minkowski, sifting through paperwork: why… why do I own prison laborers now? Can I pardon them? What is this news anchor voice: Goddard Futuristics stocks dipped today as new director Renee Minkowski gave the entirety of their asteroid mining staff early release, quoted as saying "Go home. The fuck." Gill Comms Director Minkowski like ok first off we’re actually giving our workers benefits Kat we'll reroute some of the money headed toward all the R&D for evil shit Gill we’re also defunding our paramilitary branches. Why do we even have those?? Kat Jacobi, raising hand: To do stuff like break into Elon Musk's Mars colony and take him out with extreme prejudice Lovelace: ok that one sounds justified actually Gill Lovelace: Can I go fuck up Elon Musk’s stupid libertarian summer camp? Minkowski: Later, I need you here right now. Lovelace: Aw, ok. ): Kate Okay project Fuck Up Elon Musk can stay

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Kat underappreciated aspect of the comms director Minkowski concept: DC girl Minkowski finds out she now owns like 75% of the politicians on Capitol Hill. Is not sure how to stop owning them It's like feeding wild animals, they keep coming back for your money even when you try to cut off the lobbying Gill Minkowski: next time a senator shows up at my house I’m siccing Lovelace on them Kat Minkowski: Cutter had an entire budget line for funding ballot initiatives and…. wow, that's a lot. Hey Doug, what are your thoughts on felons being able to vote? Eiffel: Felons can't vote? Minkowski: …. yes?? Eiffel: Oh. Huh. I don't ever vote so I didn't notice. And I see from your expression that you don't approve of this.

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Gill Comms Director!Minkowski: If you need me, I’ll be in a meeting. /crawls into the vents Kat Local unions still talk about the super weird HVAC remodeling the new director insisted on

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Gill You are an astronautical engineer at Goddard Futuristics’ special projects division. You were handpicked by the special projects manager herself to work on this new prototype. The craft you and your colleagues poured untold hours of work into is commandeered by Warren Kepler, Legendary Local Douchebag, and two of his minions (an entire ship! For three people!!) to go off and babysit one of your boss’s boss’s ultra-secret pet projects, which you quietly believe is actually an elaborate fraud scheme of some kind. You rage at this. Then, you mourn. Perhaps you drink heavily. Either way, you move on, setting aside your quiet hope that the Urania one day re-enters terrestrial skies, but gradually making peace with the idea you may never see this particular fruit of your labor again. And then a year and a half later you get it back and the interior is just plastered in printer paper that looks like a brigade of toddlers just went nuts on it with their crayons. And also your boss is dead and the apparent leader of said toddlers is the new communications director. Kat Hey at least the astronautical engineering division can feel vindicated that that shuttle a few years back didn't malfunction Gill Engineer: So that shuttle didn’t malfunction and Cutter was actively orchestrating a fake explosion and cover-up. Then he sent Warren “Oh just let me fire off this prototype in a civilian area” Kepler and his goon squad up in our prototype to go fuck around with you guys some more. Minkowski: Yup. Engineer: And you killed him. Minkowski: …yes. Engineer: …did you kill him painfully? Tell me it was painfully. (Minkowski is mildly worried about how she acquires some of her new supporters) Kat Lots of long simmering resentment Kate I imagine she gets a lot of goodwill points for taking out Cutter and Kepler… imagine

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Kat comms director Minkowski having to do tax fraud to protect her team somehow Gill Jacobi, having just another day in the office, doing taxes: god this is so dull, I hate tax season. I wonder if Minkowski’s gone and holed up in the accounting department, she probably lives for this kind of thing. /smash cut to Minkowski threatening an IRS agent at harpoon-point Kat Minkowski making Hera her own LLC so she has rights now: This is legal according to Citizens United as long as no one looks at it too closely (my dad became an LLC today so he can contract with his work after he retires. I joked he will be the last person able to vote in the household once they take everyone else's rights away but corporations are people) Gill “Minkowski Commits Tax Fraud” would be an amazing chapter title for a fic at some point though Kat Minkowski early in the mission diligently doing her taxes in space because she's a good American citizen Minkowski like 5 years later: fuck capitalism Gill That one meme image but it’s, Minkowski: You mean the game was rigged all along? Minkowski @ herself: always has been. Kate This is my strongest Minkowski belief Gill Minkowski: wow, capitalism sucks, and growing up in a Soviet satellite state was also awful. Perhaps… the true problem… is giving people the power to wholly dictate other people’s lives…

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Kat after the story of the Hephaestus crew breaks and they're famous Eiffel gets Minkowski a funko pop of herself it has a little harpoon Kinsey i support this wholeheartedly Gill It is both unsettling and adorable. She sets it proudly on her desk at work Kat someone coming into Comms Director Minkowski's office: uhhhhh Minkowski sitting next to her funko pop: what it's got the same psychic damage potential as Cutter having a #1 dad mug on his desk and everyone's too scared to ask about it Gill Concept: Minkowski eventually being gifted the Funko Pop versions of her entire crew They’re referred to affectionately(?) as her minions Kate If you’ve been called to her office because you’ve done something Sketchy and Capitalistic, you might even prefer looking into the creepy flat soulless eyes of the funko pop rather than Minkowski’s very, very sharp and angry human ones Gill Another mental image. Lovelace, beholding her funko pop: I mean, I don’t think my eyes are that terrifying even when I’m possessed by unknown cosmic entities, but other than that, it’s a perfect likeness. Lovelace: Look, she even has her arms folded because she’s mad at the other little plastic crewmates for being idiots. I love her.

#tales from the groupchat #wolf 359

[meitantei-lavi]

why hello there again darlings, it’s ya boi once again with another commissions post. 

so here’s the sitch: because rent in colorado is SO fucking expensive and i have bills and such to pay, i have about $800 to my name atm. while i’m looking to pick up some overtime at work and even doing some more drag shows in the near future, i’d like to make sure i’ll be able to eat and feed the cat. fortunately, my grandma is offering to fix my computer (YAY), so i’ll be able to do digital commissions once again. i’m hoping to get my computer battery fixed on or before August 26, so if you’d like to commission me for a digital piece, i’ll send you a traditional sketchy draft sometime before the 26th.

here’s some recycled info from one of my previous comms posts: 

here is my art tag, and here is my p*ypal. if you prefer v*nmo, please message me for my username.

pricing and rules:

prices will continue to depend on time and medium, but expect the base price for most pieces to be around $115. as always, i am willing to negotiate pricing so long as it’s reasonable

i will only start a piece after i have confirmed payment through p*ypal or v*nmo. please tell me the best email to use for invoicing and i will send you an invoice (through p*ypal) with the price we discuss

although they aren’t included in the examples above, i am also taking commissions for D&D miniatures. my goal is to buy a light box for photography so i can better advertise them. the base price for a standard 28mm mini is $50. if you’re interested, please message me for details

additional info:

stuff I’ll draw: Oc’s (references/descriptions please!) D&D characters (same as above!) Mild blood LGBTQ+ stuff Furry stuff

stuff I won’t draw: R-18 Gore/excessive violence Mechs (i have no patience for it) P*dophilia. Fuck off with that

COMMISSION SLOTS:

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#commissions open #artists on tumblr #commissions post #commissions page #signal boost #help me out darlings!!! i like to eat and put gas in my car and stuff

[rynmaru]

Wreckage

Light. That was the first thing that Castor registered as he slowly opened his eyes. He stared up at the sky above him, the rosy tint of the atmosphere reminding him of the sky over Anakeion.

It had been so long since he had gone home.

Shifting, Castor struggled to sit up or move his legs at all. He tried to focus, taking in his surroundings and taking stock of his situation. As he did so, he realized that he was tangled in the harness of his pilot’s seat, the blood rushing to his head as he dangled head down. His vision was blurry and he squinted, trying to bring everything into focus as he realized his glasses were gone. His ears were ringing in the aftermath of a concussive impact.

Impact…

He shouldn’t be able to see the sky. He was inside his mech. He was in combat.

The preceding events came rushing back to Castor all at once. He remembered closing the distance towards one of the enemy mechs, a hulking striker frame. He had been focused on shutting the pilot out of their systems as P.O.L.L.V.X. handled the majority of the combat this time. The NHP’s reaction time was faster than Castor’s could ever be, and in the agile Daedalus he was certain they could dodge any lumbering, slow moving swing directed their way. He had been so very wrong.

“C-C-Castor-tor-tor!”

P.O.L.L.V.X.’s voice cut through the ringing in Castor’s ears, barely recognizable as belonging to them as it crackled through mangled speakers.

“Cast-t-tor can you hear me-me-me?”

“Lux…” Castor turned his head in the general direction of their voice. “You have to…get us up…”

His words came out thickly through a mouthful of blood he had not registered until now. Spitting it out, Castor coughed and felt more fill his mouth. Pain pulsed in his side.

“I can-can-can’t, our reactor’s completely sh-sh-shot. Pushing any further-r-r-r could send it into a meltdown-down-down,” a few of the dim red lights in the cracked cockpit’s console flickered lavender as P.O.L.L.V.X. darted around the systems, running diagnostics. “My-my-my cameras are out too. Are y-y-you alright?”

“I lost my glasses…”

“Okay, but are you hurt-hurt-hurt?”

Castor coughed again as he drew breath to answer. The pain in his side flared again and he slowly lifted his head, looking down, or rather, up towards his side.

Maybe it was the concussion that slowed his processing, or perhaps he was just in shock, but it took Castor a long moment to realize that the destruction of his mech had resulted in some of the primary straps in the pilot’s seat being torn free, something that would have sent him plummeting out of the chair to the ground were it not for the shrapnel piercing through his left side, pinning him to the seat.

The dark blue fabric of his L.E.I.D.A. issued flight-suit was stained almost black with blood that seeped from the hole, though much of it was staunched by the shrapnel itself plugging the wound.

Castor’s breathing quickened, growing shallow and panicked.

“I…I’m…”

“Fuck.” P.O.L.L.V.X. had already picked up on what his lack of a response meant. “How b-b-bad?”

Castor reached to grab at the shrapnel, hands slipping in his own blood and struggling to find a firm grip. “Lux, I can’t get it out! I can’t get it out!”

“What?! No, d-d-don’t take it out! Whatever it is, don’t take it out-t-t-t! You’ll bleed-bleed-bleed more!” P.O.L.L.V.X. swore and the lights in the cockpit flickered purple again. “Comms are down…I c-c-can’t contact your Lance.”

Castor’s head was throbbing, blood rushing to it and turning his face scarlet, as he continued trying to pull the shrapnel free. He cut his palm on the sharp edge of the ragged metal, and, as if that reminded his body that it should feel pain from the situation, Castor almost passed out from the wave of anguish that swept outward from the wound.

The pain only made his panic worse and he thrashed in desperation, unable to register any comfort or advice P.O.L.L.V.X. may have been providing as their voice was drowned by the ringing in his ears.

A shadow fell over him as the rosy sky was blotted out by a looming mechanical figure. Castor froze for a moment, looking up. A wave of relief swept over him as he recognized the paint job colors as those belonging to Karma, Glitch’s mech. He couldn’t hear anything over his fried comms, and instead just watched as the mech’s spindly fingers wedged themselves in the narrow crack in the coffin and pried the metal further apart, creating more space.

The action jolted both Castor and the metal in him and he felt it start to come loose from the seat. The blood staining his clothes spread further. His head fell back, exhaustion starting to win out.

“Byte!”

Fenrir’s voice came from above him but Castor couldn’t find the energy to lift his head anymore. Couldn’t find the energy to do much of anything aside from dangle in the straps of his chair.

“Byte, answer me! You alive?!”

Fenrir was already starting to climb down, not waiting for an answer.

“He’s alive, Fenrir. But his condition is critical-cal-cal,” P.O.L.L.V.X. spoke up. “My monitors for his v-v-vitals are damaged, but he definitely s-s-sustained head trauma.”

Fenrir lowered himself to Castor’s level, his face little more than a blur thanks to the loss of Castor’s glasses.

“Shit. Okay. Okay, I’m getting you out of here, Byte. Just might take a second…”

Castor closed his eyes and nodded.

“Thank you…”

“Thank you?” Fenrir snorted. “You’ve never said that before.

“You’ve never…done anything…worth thanking you for…”

“Fucking asshole,” Fenrir laughed, though it was clearly strained as he took a moment to assess the damage. Castor felt a hand gripping his arm and saw another reaching to grab the shrapnel.

“Right, so there’s no way to get you out of here without pulling this out. We don’t have the tools for anything else. I’m going to need you to put pressure on the wound as soon as I do and keep that pressure til I get you to Regent. Got it?”

Fenrir’s voice sounded like it was coming from a long way off, but Castor nodded.

“Good.”

Bracing himself against the chair, Fenrir yanked the metal free. Castor immediately felt himself start to fall, caught by the tangled straps only for a brief moment, but almost before he had time to register falling he was caught by Fenrir.

“I got ya.” The older Lancer looked up. “Pull us out, Glitch.”

They began rising quickly. Castor had his hand over the deep wound in his side as he had been instructed, but it hurt too much to put pressure on. The blood continued flowing, seeping between his fingers.

As they were freed from the coffin, Fenrir found his footing on the crumpled wreckage of the Daedalus.

“Get him down here!” Regent’s usually quiet, warm voice now carried the authoritative bark of a seasoned military leader, and Fenrir didn’t waste any time obeying, carrying Castor down to the ground where Regent waited. The Lance leader had already laid out some sort of tarp material and Fenrir went to lay Castor on top of it. The boy was unresponsive, eyes open but glazed in shock and pain.

Regent ran to Castor’s side, taking in the damage. Blood soaked his flight suit and matting his hair. Every inch of exposed skin was scraped and bruised, one eye starting to swell shut. His breathing was shallow and labored and his usual aloof expression was replaced by a vacancy that Regent had seen one too many times on the faces of men he had lost.

“You’re going to be just fine, Byte.”

Regent’s voice and hands were steady as he pulled out a patch from his kit. Their extraction was still ten minutes out and that would be too long for the kid if he did not act now.

The moment he put pressure on the gaping wound, Castor screamed and pushed at his arms, trying to get the pain and pressure to stop.

“I know, son. I know it hurts. Don’t fight me.”

Regent braced himself as he weathered the clawing at his arms and hands and tried to shut out the anguished cries and sobs of the eighteen-year-old.

From the corner of his eye he saw Fenrir kneeling across from him to firmly hold Castor down and restrain his arms, a gesture that Castor was too weak to break out of, but that only seemed to panic him further. A necessary evil, and one that he hopefully would not remember if he made it through this.

“I’ve got eyes on extract, Regent!”

Glitch’s voice came through their linked comms as her mech remained positioned over them, shielding her Lancemates from any enemy fire that may be directed their way by unexpected backup.

“Good. Make sure they know to have a medic ready to stabilize Byte.”

Regent glanced at Castor’s pained expression and looked away again quickly. Too young.

The roar of thrusters and the kicking up of dust in a hot wind alerted him to the arrival and landing of the extract ship, but he did not move away from Castor’s side until the medic team had reached them with a stretched and set about bringing Castor into the ship.

Regent walked with them, briefing the head medic on what sorts of injuries they were dealing with as they began getting Castor stabilized, hooking him up to several IV drips, preparing a blood transfusion, and placing an oxygen mask over his nose and mouth.

Just as Regent was preparing to leave to check in with the rest of his Lance, he felt a hand weakly grab at his wrist and looked down into scared brown eyes that were struggling to remain open as a sedative in one of his IV drips began taking effect.

Just a scared kid. It was so easy to forget that.

Regent slowly reached for a chair and pulled it up to sit by the ship’s attempt at a hospital bed, moving to grasp Castor’s hand firmly between both of his.

“It’s okay to sleep, son. You need the rest.”

He watched as Castor’s eyes continued to fight to stay open and he squeezed the boy’s hand.

“You’ll wake up in a few hours. I promise.”

There was a weak squeeze of his hand in return and Regent’s usually neutral expression cracked a tired but warm smile. Castor’s eyes slid shut and this time did not reopen. His labored breathing eased a little and Regent watched in solemn silence.

The debrief could wait until they were back at L.E.I.D.A.

#lancer #lancer rpg #lancer battlegroup #lancer ttrpg #original character #castor creed #lance 4 #l.e.i.d.a #p.o.l.l.v.x. #the p.o.l.l.v.x nhp #my oc shit #echo & byte #lancerrpg #lancer nhp #lancer the mech rpg #the gemini paradox

[themantisnextdoor]

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#aboutme

[kogetaikid]

Welcome to my channel!

Call me Kogetai! It’s a made up name that I go by online :)

You can also call me Nihilism Haver if that’s easier :)

I’m a teen artist/writer/amateur animator (I don’t practice much) I’m not really good with introductions. Sorry if this is kinda flat but anyways:

Kogetai

she/her, aegosexual and hetromantic

Diagnosed Neurodivergent (Got that autism ✨ D R I P ✨)

Interacial

Atheist/Nihilist

Doesn’t see the world as a sugarcoated fun place

I’m working on a show called Epic Club. Here’s what it’s about:

(Some alien lore shit that involves goofy ahh aliens, goofy ahh adventures and trying to avoid nihilism)

(More detailed description in bio)

Intrests:

Epic Club (Obviously)

Undertale

Deltarune

Undertale/Deltarune AU’s

South Park

Omori

The Amazing Digital Circus

What I’ll post here:

-SFW

-Epic Club

-FANART

-memes

-theories

-fat art (no kink stuff tho)

DNFI:

-Misogynist

-Pervert

-Religious or spiritual extremist (I respect all religions but I don’t really have a good history with extremists)

-NSFW account (pretty self explanatory. I’m a teenager)

-One of those body “positivity” accounts that promote illness

-Art “Fixer”

-You get uncomfortable at the sight of gore or S.H. (Some of my art may contain that stuff)

-Aren’t a fan of Death by Glamour

BYI:

-I tend to swear a lot

-I can’t understand certain social cues

-I’d really like if someone helped me with my show :)

-I’ll only DM people who I know or are giving me advice

Deviant art account: APersonWithSelfDoubt

DeviantArt link:

Tags: #Epic Club, #D!0X!D3

Also:

Commissions Open!!!

Additional info:

-PLEASE SEND A REFERENCE OF ANY CHARACTER YOUR COMMISSIONING

-SINCE IM STILL IN SCHOOL, IM ONLY GONNA BE ABLE TO WORK ON THREE COMMISSIONS AT A TIME

-IF YOU CONTACT ME THROUGH MY EMAIL, PLEASE SEND A VALID USERNAME/PFP/SOCIAL MEDIA ACCOUNT, SO I KNOW WHO TO GET BACK TO

#blog intro #deltarune #i hope this is okay! #undertale #south park #epic club #d!0xid3

[vanillaverses]

at last, i’ve resumed my active search for new artists to comm, now that i have money

ooo O: I don’t have commissions open,, but I know a friend that does!! :D if u wanna,, hit user @skybristle is my friend n is super cool and deserves sooo many commissions,, so if u wanna commission them u can!!/nf

please go send them some love either way :] they r so cool n amazing and deserve all of it!! this goes for anyone who sees this hehe >:D

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[aberrant-webnovel]

Chapter 7.5 - Silva Dirge Part 1

Content Warning: Strained child-parent relationship

Chapter 7.5 - Silva Dirge Part 1

Dinner in this house is always great. I've had a lot of delicious meals, but mostly mac and cheese. That's my fav.

Ymir is usually the one cooking. He practiced really hard to be able to make lots of different dishes. All so he could do things for his mother. Whenever he's making dinner, it turns out fantastic.

Auntie Del is wonderful. Even though she's mute, we have conversations that last hours. She's always interested in my studies. I know she hears from my mom that I'm leaving to go to school, but she doesn't believe it.

When I told her I wanted to work with my father she signed to me.

[I'll keep your secret. Go make your dream happen.]

She's an angel.

I stay here pretty often whenever my dad isn't home. I even brought a bunch of my study materials here to leave in the spare room. I work on side projects a lot while I'm here. Right now I'm studying magnetic rail systems. I ride the tram often and got the idea that I could learn a way to apply the tech to our vehicles for desert travel. The Desert Sector has a mess of different magnetic fields, so I need to find a way to create a maglift able to ride various magnetic waves.

But that's just an idea. I need more resources to do testing. Good thing I made it into the R&D corps. I'll see what options I have for funding for personal research projects once I get oriented.

Right now, I'm sitting in the guest room at the desk. There's a few parts that I've got placed on the desk in front of me and I've been working on assembling them into casing. This casing is meant to house the power cells and charging system for my maglift project. It's going to need a lot of juice so I'm making this a fairly large housing.

Two knocks on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened and closed. A few steps approached me.

"Oooh! Which project is this again?"

"Magnetic lift for vehicles. We have something similar in the trams and in some road vehicles inside the Domain. Nothing that works right out in the sands."

"That's a…fun one?"

"I think so."

"Then it's fun. You staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, Auntie Del insisted. That's why I didn't leave after dinner."

"You gonna call your mom?"

"I was dreading you coming in here to say that."

"Auntie Fran is gonna flip if you say nothing at all."

"I'll call her."

"Want some leftover mac and cheese?"

"Yes please…"

"I'll be back in a few."

"Wait a sec."

"Yeah?"

I turned around and stared at Ymir. He's my super reliable younger cousin. He takes better care of me than my parents do, I think. Dad's distracted all the time. No matter how much he loves me and calls "his precious little girl" I don't really remember him trying to raise me into an adult. Mom works as a doctor in a civilian hospital. She isn't around a lot either and she'ss always yelling at me to be a normal girl and stay away from my projects. Ymir became the one who guided me through a lot of life.

"Ketchup?"

"Yeah. Lots and lots, just the way you like it. Weirdo."

"You're the best."

We both chuckled. I watched Ymir walk out of the room. He closed the door and I was alone again. He was right when he said I should call my mom. Even though we don't have the best relationship, she deserves to hear about today.

I have a comm device on the desk. A sleek black rectangle with a touch sensitive screen. The display lit up as I grabbed it. I put in my lock code and opened up my mother's contact. With a sigh, I pressed the call button.

A few seconds of dial tone then I hear it connect.

[Silva.]

"Hi mom."

[You left before I even woke up. You must have been out of the house early.]

"Yeah, I had something to do today."

[Something like enlisting with the Vault Breakers?]

"You knew?"

[Your father called me. He didn't know about it until he had to stop Harper from yelling at you. Told me you're an E-Ranker.]

"I can explain why I did what I did."

[You don't need to. You always do what you want and ignore what your family wants for you. Your father was happy you succeeded, but he was really upset that you snuck out to test without a word.]

"…"

[Stay with Del and Ymir tonight. Your father will be back in four days. Come home if you want to before then. Otherwise, I'm sure they'll put you up. Just be sure to come home when your father is here.]

"Yes, mother."

[Don't eat too much mac and cheese. You always complain about stomach aches.]

"Yes, mother."

The line disconnected. I heard the tone and then lowered the comm.

How is that the extent of her showing she cares? Don't eat too much?

She doesn't care….

I lowered my held. Tears fell onto my hands. I wasn't making any noise, but the tears wouldn't stop.

Two knocks. I wiped my tears and choked a bit trying to get words out.

"Come in."

The door opened. I was expecting Ymir, but it was Del. She closed the door and walked into the room. She sat on the bed and looked at me. It seemed like she was studying my face a bit. Then she lifted her hands.

[Were you talking to Fran? She was a mess with worry today.]

"She seemed pretty mad."

[She's bad at showing anything else. But she came over in the afternoon.]

"She came here?"

[Said that she and Varun didn't know where you were. She was definitely mad. But I think she just wanted you to be safe.]

"She doesn't ever tell me stuff like that."

[I don't think she can. Fran is difficult sometimes. But she works hard to watch over you and Varun.]

"…I know that. I do. Just hard to accept with how she acts."

[Stay with us til Varun comes home. Then have a talk with them both.]

"Yeah. I think I will. I love you Auntie Del."

[I love you too, Silva.]

While wiping away the moisture still on my face from crying, I heard knocks again. This household is so polite.

Del stood and opened the door before I could respond.

"Hey mom! I was just bringing Silva a bowl of mac."

She let him in and then slipped out of the door, waving to us as she went back to her own room.

"What were you and mom talking about?"

"Just stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Stuff."

"Alright. Well here's your food. I'm gonna head to bed. Get some sleep tonight."

"I will. After I eat all this super yummy mac and cheese."

"It stopped being yummy when the ketchup was put on it. But I hope you enjoy it."

Ymir teased me a bit and left the room.

Time to enjoy this meal and then get some rest.

#horrror #scifi #thriller #novel #webnovel #original fiction #original story #original characters #original work #putting myself out there #reblogs are appreciated #minors dni

[lee-bella]

HP Fest Schedule: August 12 - 31

Updated HP Fest Schedule (calendar) and List of HP Fests & Comms (organised by category) as of August 12, 2023. The links can be found on my Tumblr blog's pinned post.

The fest dates below runs from August 12 to August 31.

August 12

Harry Potter Kink Meme (Tumblr): Fest announced.

25 Years Later Fest (Draco/Hermione): Claiming opens.

August 13

Cruel Summer 2023 (Taylor Swift songs): Last day to post.

Sensual Summer Nights Fest: Stories revealed.

Cruel Summer 2023 (Taylor Swift songs): Posting ends.

Cruel Summer (Taylor's Version) Microfics Mayhem: Posting ends.

Make Merry Mabon Exchange (Harry and/or Tom|Voldemort): Sign-up ends.

August 14

Drarry Let's Play 2023 (gaming): Claiming ends.

Make Merry Mabon Exchange (Harry and/or Tom|Voldemort): Assignments sent.

HP Socmed AU Fest (social media AU): Prompting opens.

Dramione Teratophilia Fest (monsters): Claiming begins.

Harry Potter Kink Meme (Tumblr): Round 1 begins.

August 15

Marauders Omegaverse Fest: Claiming ends.

HP Soulmates Fest (Tumblr): Works due.

Drarry Let's Play 2023 (gaming): Works due.

Sugarfest: A Sugar Daddy Harry Fest: Claiming opens.

Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV: Last day to prompt.

Truly, Madly, Deeply Spooky Flash Fest: Claiming opens.

August 16

Bellatrix Fest 2023: Submissions due.

August 18

Peter Pettigrew Fest: Prompting closes.

August 20

Marauders Omegaverse Fest: Works due.

HP Drizzle 2023 (weather): Claiming ends.

Peter Pettigrew Fest: Claiming opens.

Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV: Claiming opens.

August 21

HP Law of Attraction Fest (lightning era students; exchange): Posting begins.

Bellatrix Fest 2023: Posting begins.

August 24

Liquid Luck Roll the Dice Challenge: Last day to request prompts.

August 25

Kill Your Darlings 2023 (major character death): Claiming ends.

August 28

HP Socmed AU Fest (social media AU): Prompting closes.

August 30

R/S Big Bang 2023: Writer checkpoint - 70% and summaries due.

Kill Your Darlings 2023 (major character death): Works due.

Sounds Like Dramione 2023 (Facebook members only): Voting ends.

August 31

HP Drizzle 2023 (weather): Works due.

Rare Pair Shorts Summer Wishlist: Last day to grant a wish.

Liquid Luck Roll the Dice Challenge: AO3 collection closes.

Black Brothers Fest (DW; Sirius & Regulus): Works due.

31 Days of Weasley (Tumblr): Last day of challenge.

RoseStarKillerChaser 2023 Fest (Evan Rosier, Regulus, Barty Jr, James): Sign-up closes. Works due.

Perceptual Prompts (Percy): Last day of challenge.

2023 Harry Potter Crossover Multifandom Fest: Submission deadline.

H/D Career Fair 2023 (Tumblr): Sign-up ends. *UPDATED*

#hp fest schedule #harry potter fests

[comm-log-james-rascal]

Celestial era 296 may 25th

Comm log transcription from private James rascal to tower aboard covert R&D satellite delta.

P. Rascal: Asteroid tower, this is dante unit 46, two miles out coming from the main gate, inbound for the hangar.

Tower: Dante 46 this is tower, please reroute. I’ve got a blip on my radar I need you to check out in sector 7.

P. Rascal: Roger. That’s pretty far out though. No visuals on camera?

Tower: negative. Asteroids blocking the object. Metallic response and a heat signature.

P. Rascal: A ship? Out here? I’m on it.

Tower: Roger. Over and out.

P. Rascal: ooookay. So it’s over here somewhere.

P. Rascal: oh no… okay Rascal, don’t panic. It’s just a heavily armed ship hiding among the asteroid belt that wasn’t there yesterday. Just back off with minimal jets and they shouldn’t notice-

[laser cannon fire]

P. Rascal: THEY NOTICED ME!!!

P. Rascal: TOWER THIS IS DANTE 46 IVE GOT CONTACT IN SECTOR SEVEN. UNKNOWN HOSTILES HAVE OPENED FIRE!

Tower: Dante 46 this is tower. Do not engage. Return to hangar for rearmament.

P. Rascal: Way ahead of you tower.

[engines roar]

P. Rascal: I’m making my approach through sector six to maintain cover until I get out of range.

Tower: Roger Dante 46. Be safe.

……..

Tower: Dante 46 be advised we’ve got a heat signature leaving the ship at high velocity towards you.

P. Rascal: Missile?

Tower: negative. Too big and it’s weaving the asteroids. It’s a mech. Model is unregistered and moving at 1.2 times your speed. You need to increase thrust!

P. Rascal: negative tower I’m already at maximum speed for this unit!

Tower: copy that… I’m sorry.

[engines roar]

P. Rascal: what the hell!!? Did it just pass me?!!

Tower: what?!! Roger that Dante 46 unknown mech has passed you. Do you have a visual?!!

P. Rascal: Affirmative. This guy painted it teal! It looks like a suped up Heracles model!

Tower: alright, return to hangar for rearmament. I’m gonna have private Taylor lay down some cover fire.

#mech suit #sci fi #sci-fi #mecha #space #original story #short story

[jamesbuckybarnes19174]

💌message to jamie: u do look tough honey!!! just also cute when u look serious hehe :)

💌message to jamie: snfbdndbsndn eeek

💌message to jamie: hehe i annoy bruce a lot 😁

💌message to jamie: mmmm i wish was cuddling u :(

💌message to jamie: u guys are shopping? that is so freaking cute 🥰💗

💌message to jamie: get urself something nice, okay? :)

💌message to jamie: flying a drone over to ur camp with canned coffee👍i snuck it onboard, the drone is delivering some intel but i figured i could hide it😁

💌message to jamie: A PLUSHIEEEE EEEEEEK

💌message to jamie: IS FOR MEEEEE??? OMG OMG LETS NAME IT JAMIE U CAN PICKKK

💌message to jamie: soooooo speaking about plushiessssssss… what did u think about what i said about bucky the bear?😳

💌message to jamie: i’m just a. girl !!!!!!

💌comm: wolf? this is bunny… uhh… *clears my throat* just uhhh… prepare yourself for some… mature content, yeah? okay… uhhhhh… yeah i’m just gonna… shh right now…. i love you, enjoy…

💌message to jamie: pls don’t watch my video or open my pic around steve pls and thank uuuuuuu🫶🫶🫶

💌message to jamie: *video attachment, showing me setting up my phone to film myself in my bed, whispering* don’t worry bruce isn’t here by the way *snorts* i would never film a video with bruce here *giggles, grabbing the phone, showing the room, then locks the door, setting the phone back, standing up, sitting on the bed in my pjs, wearing ur shirt and boxers* i ummm… i w-wanted to show you… what i do… when i umm… i’m really n-needy… hope is okay… *bites my lip, grabbing my head, straddling it, slowly grinding my hips against it, moaning softly* mmm… i m-miss y-you so much baby… d-do this so c-can r-release… *whimpers, grinding harder against it* m-miss you so much… m-miss… c-crying over y-your cock… w-want y-you to… u-use me in m-my suit… u-use me h-hard… *pants softly, cupping my breasts under my shirt* f-feels good… y-you feel better… *whines* mmm… ‘m g-gonna cum… o-oh… mmmm… i’m c-cumming…. a-ahhhhh *moans softly, releasing, stilling, then chuckles, grabbing the phone, stopping the video*

💌message to jamie: *sends a picture of me in my suit, half way zipped down, using my arms to press my breasts together to show more cleavage* ;) hehehehehehe

💌message to jamie: eeeek hope that was okay to send i’m running awayyyyyyyy

💌message to jamie: ahhhh i love youuuuuuuuuu

💌voice message to jamie: hi honey… i’m okay… hope you’re okay… hope those… things were okay to send you… *snorts* i couldn’t help it because of what you sent! *giggles* mmmm yeah, i listen to your sweet messages over n over again… *snorts* just are so nice… i close my eyes and just imagine us cuddling… even though isn’t the same at all… mmmm okay compromise… celebrate both of us coming back home, yeah? okay… *giggles* i do like older guys but… bruce is…. not it… not my type *laughs* grandpa… *snorts* i’m glad i made you smile! your smile is so cute… oh good! i’m glad you liked the pictures, i’m gonna take more tomorrow, okay? mmmmm turtle plushie name… hmm… gotta give me some time to think… *yawns* mmmm am sleepy… gonna listen to your voice to sleep… i love you so much baby… love you…. mmmmm your sweet little baby…. that’s me… your baby… and you’re my baby… but ‘m your baby… i love you…. talk soon, okay? i love you… love you so much…

💌message to kitten: I miss you my baby, it’ll be okay

💌message to kitten: yes we were shopping together, Steve forgot some clothes lol and no it’s not cute

💌message to kitten: I did get myself something nice :) is a secret :)

💌message to kitten: for now

💌message to kitten: we got the canned coffee👍thank you lovey

💌message to kitten: yes the plushie is for you lol. You’re so cute, I gotta think of a name so give me a little time. Gotta see his personality

💌message to kitten: lol, I thought it was really fucking dirty, baby. In a good way of course. Mhm you’re just my girl.

💌comms: wolf here *clears my throat* mature content hm? Okay…I will enjoy it…did you like the picture I sent you? I love you too bunny…I’ll message later…wolf, out

💌message to kitten: I won’t, I promise lol. He’s busier than I am. I have time alone.

💌message to kitten: fuck baby

💌message to kitten: fuck fuck fuck lol

💌message to kitten: I’d hope you never film something like that Bruce there lol

💌message to kitten: *sends a video, starting with me smiling softly and setting my phone up on the nightstand next to my bed, sitting on the edge of it in just my boxers* you’re such a fuckin’ dirty girl…*leans back a little and starts to rub my hand over my bulge* ‘s only been a couple days and you’re that needy for me? *chuckles* fuck *sighs and my voice cracks slightly as I take my cock out and moans softly* watching you hump so desperately was so fuckin’ hot…I know you want me to use you and I wanna use you trust me but fuck…wanna see you do all that shit on top of my cock…not helpin’ you just…watchin’ you fuck the shit out of yourself on me…I’d make you keep goin’ too…even after you came… *moans louder, stroking my faster and spits down on myself, smirking at the camera* do you miss when I spit in your mouth baby? God I miss you so much…f-fuck ‘m gonna cum baby…oh fuck *groans and releases onto my hand and stomach, breathing deeply and reaches for my phone to turn it off, giving you a lazy smile*

💌message to kitten: you’re such a tease. Gonna make that my Home Screen lol

💌message to kitten: it was okay, I love you❤️❤️❤️❤️;) *sends a picture of me after a shower, the towel low on my waist, smiling softly*

💌voice message to kitten: hi scout…’m alright, I hope you’re okay…*chuckles* uh…yeah they were more than okay to send…I’ll always be happy to receive those *clears my throat, chuckling again* I hope you like mine…tell me what you think? You did good, babygirl…you got a good angle *snorts* mmm couldn’t help it? *chuckles* do I have that much of an effect on you? Mmm I imagine us cuddlin’ when I listen to your messages too…’m in bed now baby…Stevie just got back…i think he’s gonna shower. Don’t worry he hasn’t heard any of this. And yes we’ll celebrate both of us…*groans* you’re callin’ me grandpa again?! Baby, I just fuckin’ sent you a video of me jerkin’ off don’t call me grandpa *snorts, laughing* mhm send me all the fuckin’ pictures you want young lady *chuckles* I love them…I love you my baby…mhm you’re my sweet little baby girl…I wish I was kissin’ you to sleep right now…mhm we’re each other’s baby’s…I love you….we’ll talk soon…I might have some free time on comms tomorrow…I love you so much…I love you…

💌comms: bunny…’s your wolf, I love you…goodnight…