okay! this blog has been archived now and i have officially moved! if you’d like me to follow you on my new N blog you can like this post here! i won’t be publicly posting the url, just following people who liked the linked post. if we have threads you want to continue just @ my new blog when you reply! i’ll be answering asks on that other blog so if you’ve sent something it’ll still get answered, don’t worry! but yeah! byebye! you guys can softblock this blog or whatever you’d like, i’m not logging on here anymore but i WILL keep it up so i can look back at certain headcanon posts and etc that i’ve made. ^_^
if you liked the post and we have yet to interact/hardly ever interact prepare to be subjected to the horrors once i follow you on my remade blog because i WILL be messaging you via IMs by the end of the night to plot and that’s a PROMISE. >:3
i’ve decided that i am going to … remake this blog. i thought of a new URL i want to use and my ocd makes it impossible for me to stay on a blog if i change the url ( idek where to begin to explain why ) but if you want me to follow you on the new blog and you want to stay mutuals then … like this and i’ll follow you on the new blog when i make it later tonight! ^_^
i’ve decided that i am going to … remake this blog. i thought of a new URL i want to use and my ocd makes it impossible for me to stay on a blog if i change the url ( idek where to begin to explain why ) but if you want me to follow you on the new blog and you want to stay mutuals then … like this and i’ll follow you on the new blog when i make it later tonight! ^_^
PROMPT: send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
over a year ago, i made this meme & since then, it’s blown up. so, over a year later — i thought i would make a new one. so here it is, after several requests & a pile of brains, THE PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME 0.2
send me a ✿ and i’ll fill out the template below. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
it’s hard to focus like this, let alone register what he’s said or that he’s speaking at all, every thought muddled by the erratic beating of their heart &͟. every whiny exhale. they’re aware he’s speaking if only because they feel the remnants of his breath ‘gainst the expanse of skin where their neck meets the crook of their shoulder, the same place he’d been placing kisses only moments ago.
they might even prefer it this way, when the friction caused by the fabric of his gloves hurts, when the sting lingers &͟. only worsens with every attempt at continuing despite how hard they clench ‘round his digits where they’re still fully situated within them to the knuckle. he must be complaining about them being far too tense or something of a similar vein but it can hardly be helped when they’re doing something so … animalistic where they shouldn’t.
it’s not n’s room, nor is it jack’s, not a building or bed either of them own / they haven’t a clue who the chamber belongs to or the residence as a whole ( someone jack knows, they suppose, at least well enough to be invited to the event in the first place. ) but what they do know is that this is the last thing they should be doing &͟. the knowledge of that is far more exhilarating than it should be. the sensations feel heightened this way, when every second means even more of a possibility of getting caught in the act, when neither of them had locked the door prior to the pleading that had come after, with his hands on their hips &͟. the struggle that had ensued in attempts to remove their slacks. ( eager as ever to relish in the touch of his deft fingers, an endeavor they’ve become no stranger to. ) each footstep down the corridor has them holding their breath, momentarily, ‘til it’s ripped out of them with the scissoring motion of the other’s digits in order to begin accommodating for something far larger—— shaking hand wrapped ‘round the end of his braid in desperation to remain grounded to reality / they don’t pull, don’t tug, don’t move the trembling hand at all, merely ball their fist around it as if they might just die if they even think about letting go. ( better the braid than the digging of nails into flesh because they’ve always drawn blood with the intensity of it. )
❝ hurry up, ❞ it lacks the normal bite, attitude that such words usually carry when they speak them into existence because this time they’re being torn out of their person not from bratty impatience but because they’re anxious of the potential grievances that could come from such disgusting actions. they strain to hear every footstep, the murmuring of guests as they walk past, conversing about one thing or the other &͟. the sound of music that filters upstairs from the level below. it doesn’t deter them from chasing his touch anyway, every roll of their hips addicting / each brush of the material of his gloves ‘gainst their clit forcing gasp after gasp from their mouth. not the time nor the place, not when they’ve always reacted so extensively to every touch, ever vocal &͟. eager to make their approval known—— especially in circumstances like these, where they’re prone to being caught if they’re even a smidge louder.
perhaps part of them wants to get caught, this vulnerable.
the intrusion consists only of his fingers for the time being &͟. they can manage to stifle the sounds he rips from them, just barely, each whimper staved off into a huffy exhale—— they can’t imagine it will be any easier when he deems them ready enough to take his cock instead, when he finally fills them up to the brim. ( they intend to muffle themself in some way, somehow, to stifle all the sounds they know will be ripped from their lungs, every moan, whine, whimper, yelp, groan &͟. squeal. for now, they focus on releasing some of the tension, every inhale uneven. ) ❝ jack, please. keep going. i don’t care if it hurts. ❞
"do you often feel violent toward people?" kaveh asks to the little terror known as cannoli, said from a reasonably safe distance of a few feet away.
PROMPT: my darling dreadful thing.
the audacity he has to ask her such a nonsensical question when he already knows the answer, when he is the one in enemy territory. sure, the entire expanse of this forest doesn’t necessarily belong to neither her nor n &͟. her patrolling the outskirts means nothing because there is no invisible fence tethered to the ground to keep outsiders away from entering specific areas but … in her brain, in her heart, lostlorn forest belongs to her &͟. she already has an established history with the man that stands ‘fore her. why her father had helped him is beyond her, why he’s here again is a mystery but what she does know is that she wants him far away from here &͟. even farther away from her makeshift family. n would never turn away an acquaintance, not if they seemed harmless enough but … she would, she has. ( no one who has ever strayed far enough into the clearing has lasted more than a minute ‘fore being driven away, the zorua right on their ankles. ) she can clear those few feet that keep them apart easily, her agility &͟. swiftness is nothing to joke about, a natural skill &͟. it’s been a while since she’d last terrorized someone anyhow: the itching to do so again eats away at her. no response is given save the twitch of an ear, though her stare never once leaves the other, fixated on him to an uncomfortable degree, like she’s boring straight through him. it’s evident in the way that her claws dig into the grassy earth below that she’s tense &͟. on edge, that this is an altercation just waiting to happen. she should avoid a pokémon battle above all else or at the very least finish it quickly because she’d just been groomed &͟. if she gets dirty again so soon well … n’s exasperation would be warranted. ( the saccharine sweet scent of vanilla still clinging to her fur with every warning swish of her bushy tail. )
she gets into position with relative ease, akin to a cat prepared to pounce, teeth bared, ears held back ‘gainst her head &͟. finally the elicitation of a snarl. she mulls it over, it’s obvious in her expression that she’s cycling through many a possibility, of all the pros &͟. cons. n has never gotten angry at her before but … what if today was the day? he had seemed relatively … unwell waking up that morning, emotionally volatile even so perhaps she should stay away from causing him unnecessary problems. ( just for today. ) &͟. so it’s been decided. she stops, abruptly, gathers herself together so that she is no longer in pouncing position, instead neatly situated on all four paws as she was prior. one last look of unbridled hatred &͟. she turns away with a huff, head held high, snout lifted skywards &͟. she leaps away, making sure to kick up dust whilst she does so.
"here, keep this bandage on. don't move it, okay? it'll heal up in no time." / from anthea!!!
not a difficult agenda to follow, not when every movement feels like the skin is being peeled off of his arm, where the bandages are tightly wrapped ‘round the swollen flesh. it must be worse than he’d initially thought, the wound, but he puts on a brave face, grin wobbly despite the tears that form at the very corners of his eyes: applying pressure to the laceration is excruciatingly painful beyond comprehension but a necessity nevertheless / he can tell that regardless of the tautness of the makeshift tourniquet that the blood has yet to cease rushing to the injury—— paints the whiteness of the fabric a dark crimson. it isn’t the first time he’s been hurt to this extent, nor would it be the last considering his track record &͟. it is neither the worst or most horrific situation he’s found himself in but … it hurts nevertheless &͟. something tells him that stitches will be a must, lest he wants to endure further unnecessary agony. ( he’s never been fond of seeking medical attention, preferring to deal with wounds on his own but … something like this would do better under the hands of a doctor &͟. he knows it to be true, despite the reluctance. he’s aware he’s fighting a losing battle attempting to come up with excuses to prevent the inevitable. ) ❝ i won’t, ❞ won’t move it &͟. though her optimism is appreciated he knows better than to believe that this will heal gracefully on its own / it does bring him a semblance of peace, however, to watch her remain calm &͟. collected in the face of such tremendous torment &͟. that is enough to stave off the restlessness that had begun to plague him only moments prior. it's just like his sister to be the person to ground him time &͟. time again.
if nothing else he’s thankful that cannoli isn’t here to witness this predicament because arceus knows he wouldn’t be able to handle seeing her in such immense distress. he can stave off the tears now, even if the pain is unbearable but if cannoli had shed tears herself then … surely he would have followed in her footsteps.
❝ i … trust your judgement, ❞ the return of that lopsided smile, one that makes his agony ever more obvious. he should seek a medical professional, he should but … she’s never been wrong, ever, from what he can recall &͟. it’ll surely all be fine, once they return back to cannoli, once he can cover himself in endless heaps of blankets &͟. sleep the torture &͟. despair away. yes, if he so believes it will manifest into reality. ( she’s never led him astray. ) ❝ haha, i’m almost certain i would have bled out here if it were not for you accompanying me on this stroll. i wonder what that would feel like. ❞
they’re just gonna casually stand on their tippy toes to place cannoli on maron’s head. she’s scared of heights, he better pray she doesn’t fall off and start attacking him.
"Oh! Um. Hold on."
He's careful, gently placing the apricorns he was sorting down on the counter, not caring if they roll off -- Cannoli's security is more important. N's hands pass her onto his head, and he does his best to time it; their hands leave, and moments after, his own come up to steady her.
She squirms, sniffs the air, seems somewhat discontent: he can hear the little old-fashionedy galarian child voice in the theater of his mind. How dare you, papa, what a wretch you're acting! How dare you put sweet Cannoli so high! -- nevertheless, Maron carefully steadies the Zorua on his head with a firm yet gentle hold.
"A treat for your troubles, Cannoli? There's some in the cabinet in front of you, so, uh. Don't worm around too much when I take one hand off you for a sec."
"are you a video game? 'cause i'd love to play you all night long." ( jae-ha. now please excuse me while i crawl into a hole. )
their expression remains deadpan, for the most part, save for the quirk of a brow: expressionless besides that. that’s a first, they’ve heard many a pickup line in their life, some more childish than the rest &͟. others far too nuanced but none had ever hit with the intentions that were necessary to woo them. ( a shame really, pickup lines have never worked on them. ) but this one though, okay, they’ll admit it was vaguely entertaining, enough to earn him a small snort of sorts, one that bubbles momentarily into actual laughter. ( does he really think that would actually land with anyone else? childish as it is? he is truly an enigma. )
❝ well, ❞ a tap of index finger ‘gainst chin to feign obliviousness, as if they’re truly trying to comprehend what he means / as if they don’t already know what that entails. ❝ you have permission to if you’d like. ❞
