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@itsasupergiggle
"Hey Sly, check out my help forums."
"Oh, fuck off with that, Steven. Check your own help forums!"
but, you know. back to what i actually came on here for.
i've rlly been contemplating just, ditching this blog or something and tbh my dash just seals the deal for me. all i ever really did on here was rp with my micoo and i'm having more fun doing that on felix so far.
which is really saying something considering the stress it's already brought me
but that's all this blog ever was from one point forward. literally just the two of us and that was p great bc i didn't have to worry about other people and the possible shit storms they'd bring
this entire creature rp fandom has just been so tiring for me it's fucking stupid.
so it's. really likely that i'll just disappear
shouldn't be a problem though, i'm sure there's someone that will take my spot like i was never even here soon enough
im a pokemon master in the heart.
(decided to remake some old poop from a few months ago, august 27, 2013 to be exact. im pretty satisfied of how this came out honestly uwu)
(this is the original btw)
What I find the funniest tho is the fact that I came to this blog to get away from all that.
i leave to my new blog for a lil and yall gone and doing marriage shit without me smh
Bored? Bold what applies to you n_n
You are in high school. You dropped out of high school. You live within 20 minutes of your best friend. You don’t have a best friend. You live within 20 minutes of the last person you kissed. You live within 20 minutes of your ex. You have hugged someone in the last 48 hours. You have been to the movies within the last week. You have dated 3 or more people just this year. You have been a designated driver. You have broken merchandise and not paid for it. You have played strip poker. You are Catholic. You are atheist. You recycle regularly. You are a brunette. You have dated a blonde. You are friends with a redhead. You are taller than your mum. You are taller than your dad. You have a bank account. You’ve written a check for less than $5. You have visited the Statue of Liberty. You have visited the Eiffel Tower. You have visited Big Ben. You have visited the Colosseum. You have visited The Great Wall of China. You have never been out of the country. You have been a waiter/waitress. You own a Bible. You own something with a Pentagram on it. You have used a Ouija Board. You have been a witch for Halloween. You have been a zombie for Halloween. You have your eyebrow pierced. You have a Monroe piercing. You have your nose pierced. You have no tattoos. You have more than 2 tattoos. You straighten your hair occasionally. You have worn a dress in the last 3 days. You live somewhere that gets snow. You celebrate Hanukkah. You were at your own house last New Year’s. You were at a bar last New Year’s. You slept through last New Year’s. You have worked on Christmas Eve. You have worked on Christmas. You have been told ‘I love you’ by someone today. You were told by someone who’s not family. You slept in your own bed last night. You regret kissing the last person you kissed. You are wearing a necklace right now. You are wearing something red. You are wearing something blue. You are wearing something purple. Your phone number ends with an even number. You have kissed the last person you called/texted. You are currently listening to music. You are waiting for something. You don’t like seafood. You have eaten deer sausage. You have given a complete stranger your phone number You have been hit on at work. You have been hit on by someone more than 20 years older than you. You have been whistled at. You were creeped out by it. You are a good speller. You are very punctual. You were dating someone in December of 2008. You are still dating that person. You have cheated on someone. You have been on a cruise ship. You have camped out in your own backyard. You are wearing something that doesn’t belong to you. You are a Pisces. You are an Aquarius. You are a Leo. You wonder what will happen when you die. You are afraid of the dark. You write in all capital letters. You have been told you have nice handwriting. You have had a song written for you. You have had a picture drawn of you. You have curly/wavy hair. You are wearing a watch. You are wearing flip flops. You wouldn’t date someone who smoked. You know someone with the same birthday as you. You are a morning person. You slept in past 10 am today. You have big plans for next weekend. You are thinking of someone right now. Your job is stressing you out. You don’t have a job. You have never had a job. You were fired from your last job. You know sign language. You will usually try something at least once. You have been swimming in the last month. You are pessimistic by nature. You have taken a ballet class. You have taken karate. You have taken gymnastics. You wish on shooting stars. You wish at 11:11. Your birthday has already come this year. You have been in a relationship that lasted longer than a year. You aren’t over your ex. You have gone after someone you knew was bad for you. You have let someone use you. You were/are a teenage mom. You are an otaku. You are a cosplayer. You were named after someone. You like your name. Your last drink was water. You have visited somewhere said to be ‘haunted’. You have skipped school just because you didn’t feel like going. You have taken medicine when you ‘feel a headache coming on’. You are self-conscious about your body. You have a hangover You have a pet fish. You have had a Jehovah’s Witness show up at your house. You have a good parent. Your parents are still married. You have step-siblings. You are the oldest. You are adopted. You have a triplet You don’t want kids. You want more than four kids. You have a bad temper. You have made out with a complete stranger You usually make the first move in an intimate situation. You have broken your arm. You have had to get stitches on your face. You have had an MRI. Your fingernails are painted. You like to draw. You like to sing. You can play an instrument. You keep a lot of secrets from people. You don’t think people would accept you if they really got to know you. You don’t trust people easily. You borrowed something you really need to give back to someone. You drive a car older than a 2002. You have lost a friend you never thought you would. You know a child who died of cancer. You know a teenager who died in a car wreck. You have done something illegal in the past 24 hours. You have cut your hair in the last week. You wear glasses Your favorite season is Autumn. Your favorite color is orange. Your favorite animal is a dolphin. You last rode in a car with a relative. You last rode in a car with a girl/woman. You last rode in a car with the person you are dating. You regularly watch Asian dramas. You love Chinese food. Your best friend is older than you. You have to go to school/work tomorrow. You answered every question truthfully.
MUNDAY MEME THINGY!
Okay so I’m tired of reblogging the same meme every Monday to answer the same questions over and over again, so I decided to put together some of my own. Send me numbers so I can answer, feel free to reblog if you want to. but don’t be a d-bag and like/reblog from somebody without sending a number, it defeats the purpose of these things to begin with.
ANYWAYS.
Mun’s theme song.
The meaning of Mun’s first name.
Mun’s favorite sports team(s).
#1 most frequently played song on Mun’s ipod. (if applicable)
Mun’s favorite body part.
Mun’s favorite time of day.
Mun’s celebrity role model.
Mun’s favorite meal.
The last time Mun cried.
The first thing Mun notices about people.
Last movie mun watched.
Last book mun read.
Muse that Mun is most like. (if applicable)
How much cash does Mun have on them right now?
Mun’s celebrity crush (crushes).
Mun’s favorite fictional character.
Mun’s most annoying habit.
Last concert Mun attended.
Mun’s favorite cheese.
What does Mun really think about my muse?
Have at it. Do it. Validate me.
that blond, is a bomb;
asarcasticdefence:
itsasupergiggle:
His hands move slightly, just kind, of rubbing his back a little. That smile actually fully forms after a moment. A genuine and sweet smile. Definitely something else he isn’t used to.
The thing is, he’s totally fine with an excuse. He understands, somewhere within him that, despite how much he enjoy’s this moment, he doesn’t want others to know. Hence his threat. He’s willing, very willing, to kill every single person in this facility to keep their ‘thing’ a secret to everyone else. Even the stupid sim soldiers. He’ll have to act colder to Sly just to keep appearances but, it’s nothing he hasn’t done before.
"Mmm, whatever you say." As long as he’s comfortable where he is, he’s not that bothered by it. Even if he is, it’s not something he’s willing to pursue, conversation wise. Continues to press kisses, humming softly against the skin of Sly’s neck, smirking to himself. Despite the sarcasm, he’s aware that Sly may want him to continue some more.
Too busy to notice the genuine smile, if it even lasts. Enjoys the hands, nosing at the others neck as he shifts a little. Tries to stay comfortable not wanting to crush Sly with his weight. Not yet, anyway. Would prefer not to step any further right now, especially since there are actually people outside. And he’s not sure he can shoot them while otherwise engaged.
Sly is absolutely comfortable. The most comfortable he's been in a while, he thinks, actually. Wonders if it's Seamus himself or just the situation. Or both. Maybe both? It is nice to hear his voice outside the corrupter. Soothing, maybe, a nice change.
Honestly, part of him in in denial. In denial that there's any sort of actual romantic feelings for Seamus. Their partnership, and just. Whatever this would be called, all for his own personal gain, seeing as they work so well together. Working well together with someone heightens the chances of raking in more cash on missions. Because that's what Sly is focused on ninety-percent of the time. Unfortunately.
But it has come to attention that, maybe, there is something there. Some kind of feelings for his partner that are anything but selfish, for his own gain. Like maybe he does love the other in some way, maybe there's a chance.
But that's weakness.
He can't risk himself getting soft, nor can he risk getting into something only to ruin it quickly after. That's how it usually happens, at least. And seeing as he and Seamus don't see eye to eye almost all the time, it probably wouldn't be pretty.
That smile has all but faded at this point, Sly just lost in thought. Not paying attention, whatsoever. Or, he kind of is. Mostly since his thoughts are interrupted by Seamus moving, even if it is only slight, but he's still enjoying it all.
Decides to just, ignore all the things he was thinking before.
Pulling off the cap of the marker he presses it gently to his face and draws a dick. How mature. Pulling back he takes in his work before snickering. It was not done. He draws and arrow pointing to it and writes 'Lips go here'. Perfect.
Are you fucking kidding me.
Then again, should have expected much, considering it's James. But Sly doesn't even know what he drew, seeing as. You know. Can't look at his face without a mirror.
Scoffs lightly. "What did you put on there?"
Oh boy.
Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )
someone fill me in on this gta verse bc im just
that blond, is a bomb;
itsasupergiggle:
Way to ruin it.
Maybe that’s why he’s glad they’re alone. They’d never be this out of sorts if others where around, and for a moment he wonders why he really cares. Oh, yes, because he’s big and scary, right? He’s the cold, cruel killer, the machine. Tenses as he hovers over Sly, berating himself for mentioning that word to himself. Hates it, really, that word. Rolls off his tongue in a bad way, and wants nothing to do with it.
Doesn’t seem to realize Sly is looking around, and even if he does he’s more focused on leaving smaller marks along the others neck. No one will see them, he’s in armour 24/7. Plus, he’s allowed to do this, even if Sly might argue. Might not be the world to him but, he means a lot to Seamus.
Sighs softly, leaning back to glance at him. Notices the almost-smile, and that look. Frowns, confused, until he remembers what he said. Oh, did he say the right thing? Apparently. Blinks, and just watches.
"Mm, I can stop being sentimental if it puts you off." Though the look makes him think Sly’s enjoying it, purely because he’s actually pouring his heart out. Well, in his way. They’re both strange when it comes to being romantic, okay? Hard for either of them to actually express anything other than pure contempt.
If anyone does see them, for whatever reason, he already has a surefire excuse for it. Because like hell he'd tell the truth. Not exactly the thing either of them want to spread, honestly. Might make them seem all soft or something. Who knows. It's just not a thing that should be spread around.
No one's business but their own, anyways.
"No, no. It's just uh. Maybe I'm just not used to it. Or something." Frowns. That’s not what he meant to say. But to be honest, he doesn't even know what he meant to say. Words are hard. He's not fit for romance.
"Or I'm just suprised. I don't know." Pauses, like he's debating on something. Debating whether or not his next choice of words are good ones or not. "I do know I'm sad you stopped, though." Amazing. Classic Sly. Though he did manage to say it in the least rude way possible. More... Sarcastic? Maybe not sarcastic, but it's obvious he's not completely serious. He's the kind of person to crack jokes in the worst times, though, honestly.
His hands move slightly, just kind, of rubbing his back a little. That smile actually fully forms after a moment. A genuine and sweet smile. Definitely something else he isn't used to.
that blond, is a bomb;
itsasupergiggle:
He even tries to hide his face, so Seamus doesn’t see how red it’s getting, what a baby.
Supposes that it’s like that for both of them. Seamus gets the sweeter, cuter, needier side of Sly sometimes, and it’s nice. Knows how to elicit reactions most wouldn’t dare to try, and keeps his head and fingers in the process. Puts it down to them being equals, at least, in their eyes. Could also be that Sly has actual feelings for him, though.
God knows.
"Yeah, see? I mightn’t want to, but I have to listen to you." Nuzzles into his neck, letting out a small, playful whine. Doesn’t care about the noise, really, not sure why it even bothers him that much. Then again, maybe it’s just that it’s a weakness. He’s aware that bothers Sly as much as it bothers him, and slowly he coaxes Sly’s head out so he can kiss his nose.
"It’s just us. Remember, I will kill anyone that walks through that door, okay? Don’t be afraid." The most tender thing he’s said, ever. But it’s the truth, regardless of what Sly says. They can be more human here, only with each other. He won’t give anything up to those idiotic sim. soldiers. Sly is his, and he’ll be fucking dead before they can do anything to Sly.
It is a weakness. That's how Sly sees it, at least. Feels strange when he makes those kind of sounds, feels a little... What's the word. It's just feels so, out of character for him, he hates it. Seemingly so into this, even though he'd like to be. But at the same time, he can't really help it. It just doesn't feel him, that's all.
Blinks at the nose kiss, now just staring up at Seamus. It's short lived, though, as he breaks the stare to glance over at the door. It was cracked open now, body laying in the opening. Suprised no one has noticed yet? Surely someone should have heard the gunshot, or at least seen the body by now. Maybe they know it's 'Locus's room. Maybe they just don't care. Sure knows Sly himself doesnt.
His eyes shoot back to Seamus when he hears that though, now wide open.
Don't be afraid.
He has to repeat it over and over in his mind, has to hear it in Seamus' voice as well. Because it's the fact that he's the one that said it, and just how he said it, that kinda threw him off. Eventually those wide eyes soften, and he's just left smiling. Or, at least, he was smiling, but it might as well have been cut off by him biting his lip.
Way to ruin it.
that blond, is a bomb;
itsasupergiggle:
Because he’s a little shit.
The hands kinda, make him lean in. Wonders why he’s being so needy, especially right now, but he assumes that, again, it’s because of how rare this situation is. Must be something about him, though, that makes Sly needy for him. For the kisses, the closeness. Again, puts it down to the coldness he emanates but, he needs to keep that going. No reason to drop it, even if Sly might want him to.
Kinda laughs, when Sly speaks, smiling against his skin. See? You make him smile. Laugh, too. Make him express things. Be happy with that, maybe. He gives positive reactions to Sly, and only him. Never has he acted like this around anyone else, and that’s fine.
Sly see’s a whole lot of him that no one else can even guess at.
"Your idea. Sorry that you get off on the idea of me hurting you— even if it was to build rapport with the Freelancer." Continues the assault on the others neck, biting and kissing at spots. Pauses at a pulse point, nudging his nose into it to feel the others heart, if for a second. A lot can be said about the way someone’s heart beats, and moves away after a moment.
"You know it hurts me too, babe. Even if I get to see you in a not-so-smug state, I prefer…this, to hurting you." Another smirk, clearly amused. Yeah, Sly. Stop making him hurt you.
No one knows Seamus like Sly knows Seamus. Some can't even get certain reactions out of him, an example being to smile. And he likes that. Not the fact that that makes him totally better than anyone else, but more so the fact that knowing this makes him feel more... Special. Like he really does mean something to his partner. Not that he has any doubt that he does, but it's a nice thing to think about if they get into a fight or argument or something. Works well as reassurance, basically.
"I don't-- Yeah. It was more or less necessary, honestly."
Apparently, it's inevitable for Sly to make some kind of sounds in response to the commotion at his neck, conversation or not. It's seemingly another whine, but this time just a little louder. Either way, it's loud enough to make Sly unable to even respond to what Seamus said, mostly from the partial embarrassment. Like he didn't mean for that to happen. Which he didn't. Wanted to avoid it, actually.
He even tries to hide his face, so Seamus doesn't see how red it's getting, what a baby.
that blond, is a bomb;
itsasupergiggle:
"Well. You said it, not me." Because it’s. Pretty darn true.
Shifts slightly, moving so Sly can rest under him, hovering just slightly over the Latino. Casually grabs a fist of his hair, gentle, pulling his head to one side so he can get to more of his neck.The body is long since ignored, too focused on his partner to really care about much else. That seems to be an reoccurring theme, him ignoring everyone and everything when Sly is involved.
Goes with the Latino’s needy nature.
"Mm, you should be nicer to me. I’m the one hovering over you, right now." And while he loves him, they’re both fairly aware that they could kill each other like this. Won’t, because this is why he needs Sly. For these moments, wherein he doesn’t want to deal with other humans and needs something to calm him.
The hand stays in his hair, gently threading through it, petting it. Wonders when he’ll be pushed off but, his mind reminds him that they both want it to last as long as possible. Purrs this time, gentle as he nips along the others neck. It’s nice, this. Like yoga.
"Not that I’d hurt you. Badly."
A leg ends up making its way to intertwine with one of Seamus', hands sort of pawing at their spot on his back. Like he's trying to bring him closer, but it's not really working. Sad days for Sly.
Scoffs at the 'nicer' part. Wonders if that was some kind of threat. If it was, either he would hurt him or just be a little shit. Like a romantic little shit. Except not romantic at all. Intimate?
Neither of them are very romantic, actually. You wanna see romantic, give Sly some money.
The hand in his hair is definitely something he enjoys, though. Loves it, rather. It's so nice, calming. Goes great with the kissing. Which, in itself, is very nice. If they weren't having a conversation, he probably would have let out some other kind of embarrassing and unneeded noise. Gross.
"What's your definition of badly, exactly? Pretty sure you shot me in the leg at some point. Pretty sure you shot in the canyon actually. Not really keeping track. But being shot hurts more when it comes from you." Pouts a little.
Because he's a little shit.
that blond, is a bomb;
itsasupergiggle:
"I’m kind of, uh— …I shouldn’t have egged you on about it. Sorry." The apology is almost muttered, seeing as apologies aren’t really his thing. Never been good at them, seeing as he’s not one to give them in the first place. Yeah. He’s that kinda guy.
The anger stems most from frustration, really. Neither of them are good at feelings, then again neither of them actually care. Subjective, he tells himself. Feelings are subjective and he doesn’t have to feel them unless really needed. So far, he hasn’t, so he’s fine with being like this. If something changes, maybe he’ll change himself so he and Sly can be happier. For now, he’ll just, keep being cold.
He’s drawn out of his thoughts by the whine, smirking against his lips. Kinda hard not to be smug about drawing that noise out, but he says nothing about it. Just, returns the kiss Sly gives him, peppering more along the others lips and face. Dips down, nosing at his neck as he presses smaller kisses to spots along his neck.
He’s so busy doing this, that he barely hears the door on his right open. Hears a noise, but he refuses to move. A hand does leave Sly’s hip, drifting down to the pistol on Sly’s holster.
"S-sir?" Is the last thing the guy ever says as Seamus lets off a shot. Turns, glancing at the body. Hmm, just barely in the door. Rude, to just walk in on them like that, but whatever. Continues the kisses, softly growling. Maybe that would make Sly want to stop, if he knows the other as well as he does.
Maybe he can convince him to stay a little longer.
"Don’t worry too much. You’re aware of how easy it is to egg me on." Hums softly, not really caring at the moment.
He's in a state of complete bliss, enjoying the kisses while they last. So calm and content, even shifts slightly, if only so the other has a better angle on him.
In complete bliss, up until that whole situation occurs.
Random guy makes the mistake of walking in on them, gets a bullet through his head, apparently. To be fair, if Sly noticed him, he probanly would have done the same thing, or gosh dern close to it. So when it happens, he just. Snorts. Contains a bigger laugh, because honestly that was highly comedic. Especially when Seamus just goes straight back to what he's doing afterwards.
Amazing, he truly is.
Then he hears the sound coming from the other as the kisses continue. Brings back that emotional feeling, that feeling of bliss and contentment. It's mostly the combination of the two that does it, the kissing and the sound. Even gives a soft sigh in response before he hears his partner's words.
"Well. You said it, not me." Because it's. Pretty darn true.
that blond, is a bomb;
asarcasticdefence:
itsasupergiggle:
He’s not leaving, whether he has work to do or not.
Sly does have a point— they’ll have to savour this, their calm. Seeing Sly so complacent with him, it’s rare. Usually he’s so hyperactive, wanting to do things, run around. Being calm is usually saved for when he’s angry, or he’s seen something that drains him. It’s just like them, to be like this, when they think their plan is working. Feels like he can only be sweet like this when they’re both calm.
Smiles a little, shifting forward to press his lips back against Sly’s, if only for a second. Stays close, though, in case Sly is needy and wants more but won’t ask for more. Never really has asked for more before, and it’s probably because he hasn’t, either. He’s the demanding type, honestly. Wonders how he puts up with it.
Also wonders how no one’s found them out, actually. They mightn’t be obvious but, their moments last a long time. Usually a few hours, until one of them realizes something and they get up and leave. Maybe he should be more affectionate? But that’s kind of hard to do. Might adore Sly, in some part of his heart, but he’s not open to acting in such a way.
Regardless, he is kind of sorry for earlier.
"Good. I feel bad. For earlier." Another kiss, slightly longer. Wonders if he’s pushing it, the being affectionate thing. Hasn’t complained yet, so he assumes that Sly enjoys their time together, like right now.
To be fair, if they aren't both calm at the time, one is annoyed or angry or something. Fights start easy. They click well in battle and even during missions, but otherwise it's so debatable whether or not they're a good team. Or, they make a good team, but it's probably not healthy whatsoever.
The first kiss doesn't last very long, which makes him let out an unintentional sound, something like a whine. Almost squints at it, like, wow. Did he really just do that. Hate when that happens, unintentional sounds of neediness. He's not the kind of person to do that, seeing as he and Seamus have their fair share of a demanding nature. Sly just isn't as cold and unemotional about. Everything. Ninety-percent of the time Seamus is, at least. Just saying.
Either way, his wishes are granted before he can respond to the other, something lengthier, which is honestly just what he needed. Just what he wanted. Relaxes into it, returning it to the best of his abilities at the moment.
"It's fine. If I held anything and everything you've done to me against you, I don't think I'd actually be laying here with you. Just sayin'." He smirks slightly before leaning back in to press a small kiss of his own to Seamus' lips, short and sweet.
"I'm kind of, uh-- ...I shouldn't have egged you on about it. Sorry." The apology is almost muttered, seeing as apologies aren't really his thing. Never been good at them, seeing as he's not one to give them in the first place. Yeah. He's that kinda guy.