Hellooo, call me Hazel or Haze! She/her â19â Possibly a tkl blog..(Completely sfw) If you know me- NO YOU DON'T! Under 17's shoo!!!!! I'm workin' here!!!!
I didn't realise an "intro post" existed- So I will NOW use this opportunity to properly introduce myself! :D (Bare with me as I attempt to make this quick ..). đđđ
HI! NICE TO MEET YOU!!!!!!!!!!
Call me Haze or Hazel, I am happy with either one or any other nickname given to me!! đ°
I mainly use this account for tkl posts, and whatever I am hyperfixated on. Hyperfixations latelyy..have been TADC, Deltarune etc (suddenly I forgot all of my interests). I'm a little slow at posting though, so bear with me!
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Other than that: I am currently 19y, she/her, and a part of the sfw tkl community! I believe tkls are a great way to bond with close friends/partners, it's also fun and i enjoy it. Hoping to get more confident with talking to strangers/friends online I haven't met yet!
I genuinely wonder exactly what a tkl monster would look like tho. Are they in disguise?? Is that why I've never met one? Where could I find one like, just so I know where to not go..
post s2 Vox forced to stay at hotel and alastor tickling/torturing him
I really like the idea that Vox lives in a hotel! I would love to see interactions with all the staff and of course with Alastor! He is clearly angry for all the things Vox has done and has decided to punish the TV host
A nightmare wakes Risio up in the middle of the night, and he has to reassure himself that everything is as it should be before returning to bed.
I've been hemming and hawing about posting this one for a while because it's a little sappy and dramatic, but it's also cute so I'm posting it!
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Risio awoke with a start in the dark.
He couldnât immediately remember the details of the dream, but his body seemed to remember. He breathed heavily, and his heartâ or whatever was in thereâ pounded in his chest. Worst of all, he felt a deep, directionless sense of loss. He had tears in his eyes.
It was not a feeling he was entirely unaccustomed to. He had nightmares, had as long as he could remember. They seemed to have gotten worse since arriving in the gaol, though. Heâd been meaning to bring it up to Ignatius, but couldnât figure out how. It seemed silly, not worth mentioning.
Besides, night terrors didnât really suit him.
He just sat there in the silent darkness, clutching his chest, catching his breath. Straining to remember what the dream had been about.
Details came back to him in brief flashes; he was running through the woodsâ no idea why, where to, or from whatâ and the others were running with him. He was trying to keep up, but the foliage got thicker and thicker and before long he lost sight of all of them. He yelled for them, but no sound came out.
Just thinking about it made a lump form in his throat. It shouldnât have been that upsetting, but for some reason it was. He couldnât shake the feeling of terror, grief, panic that still coursed through him. It made his hands shake.
He wasnât getting back to sleep. His head was a cacophony of directionless, confusing anxiety, and every time he closed his eyes he was afraid that when he opened them heâd be sitting in the forest amongst the thick ensnaring foliage, scared and alone.
He got out of bed. Stupid as it was, he needed to check. Make sure the others were asleep in their beds, that everything was okay. That the dream really wasnât real. Or a bad omen, or whatever.
Greary was the next door down. Sleeping peacefully, long raven hair coiling prettily on his sheets and pillow. Peetâs room was across the hallway from Greary, and when Risio peeked in he was snoring softly and hugging his pillow.
Mirtâs room was directly across the hallway from Risioâs, and Risio breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door to his usual nighttime tranquility. He smiled in his sleep.
They were all fine. Everything was normal. Nothing to worry about.
He stood there and stared at Mirt as he slept for a moment. Hoped his comfort and calm might rub off on him somehow.
âYou good, Risio?â The sleeping monster murmured suddenly, without opening his eyes. Risio froze.
Mirt cracked one eye just a sliver.
âSomething wrong, mate?â He asked sleepily, but in the same sweet, easygoing way he always would. Risio felt his face get hot; he didnât want the others to know he was doing this. But now Mirt knew, and he was still feeling shaken enough that he was tempted to say something.
âN-nothing. A nightmare. Just checkinâ on ya.â He huffed out a short, irritated breath. âGo back to sleep.â
Mirt let his response hang in the cool night air for a moment before responding, and for a second Risio thought he had, indeed, fallen back asleep.
âMm⌠a nightmare?â He slurred. âCâmere.â He patted the spot on the pillow next to him, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.
âWhaddaya think I am? A little kid?â Risio raised his voice just above a whisper, feeling his cheeks get hotter. âIt was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.â
Mirt didnât respond, just pulled his arms from beneath the sheets and held them outstretched in Risioâs direction. Eyes still closed, still smiling sweetly.
Risio let out a tense sigh. He was tired. He was cold.
He wordlessly climbed into Mirtâs bed, into Mirtâs arms, under the blanket. Mirtâs claws came to rest on his back, just barely reaching around his trunk. He rested his cheek on Mirtâs gracile chest, felt tears well in his tired eyes again.
He was expecting Mirt to say or do something else, but he seemed to have quickly drifted back off to sleep.
It was an odd feeling; was it relief? Fear? Heâd felt briefly like heâd never see Mirt again, and now he was sleeping in his arms. Happy? He was so happy and so sad at the same time. His heartâ or whatever was in thereâ hurt, his chest felt tight.
He sniffled, and tears burned his eyes. To his mortification, he felt Mirtâs palm gently rub up and down his back.
âItâs okayâŚâ He whispered, so softly it was barely audible even in the silence of the night.
Risio woke up giggling.
âWhahahaâ waiheeheet!â He squeaked, disoriented and groggy. Mirt gently poked his belly a few more times under the covers.
âLookie here, Iâve got a little stowaway, havenât I?â Mirt teased playfully. âWhenâd you sneak in here?â Risio cackled, kicked his feet and rolled back and forth on Mirtâs bed.
âMihihihirt you ahahahass!â
âI suppose I shouldnât question such a lovely gift, hmm? Not every day I get breakfast in bedâŚâ Mirt made a silly om-nom-nom sound, buried his velvety snout in Risioâs neck and nipped at him softly with his lips. Risio screamed with laughter, but part of him melted.
âLove to start my day off right with a lovely little salad, I do! Mm mm mm!â
âGAHAHAD SHUT UHUHUHUP! Get OFFA me!â
Risio could only barely get the words out before his squirming sent him tumbling mercifully onto the floor. Mirt giggled giddily, peered over the side of the bed with a sheepish grin.
âWhoopsie.â
Risio groaned, propped himself up on his elbows.
âAw, cram it. That was on purpose.â
âI didnât expect you to squirm off the bed!â Mirt chortled, offering him a hand. âWhaddaya say we go get ourselves some proper breakfast, eh?â
