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kitty . it / yours . still an adult. still hot as fuck.
readers discretion is advised !
hello lovelies this author is still alive and kicking ... not satisfied w the current overview of social media so i finally got around to finishing my own site serpentcycled on neocities... mostly all original work but might put up new and old rosewine writing idk it depends. anyway kiss your sister i love u goodnights
your mother dies and suddenly those empty suicide threats turn to I Need To Die Now
been rereading hs .. sickening !
good lord i think i might have found the first lalondecest fic i ever wrote ...
also unrelated but ive been going through to archive my old writing and i found my hs fanfiction i wrote in a journal from when i was like 13 . been on that
mom decides she should help with her daughters intrepid fantasies (after finding pages of pages scrawled in the notebook she keeps tucked under her mattress, that longing desire would be enough to convince anyone) and while maybe summoning the old gods is a bit much - getting a nice tank set up for a hefty cephalopod is truly not much of a hassle
giant pacific octopus . btw
mom decides she should help with her daughters intrepid fantasies (after finding pages of pages scrawled in the notebook she keeps tucked under her mattress, that longing desire would be enough to convince anyone) and while maybe summoning the old gods is a bit much - getting a nice tank set up for a hefty cephalopod is truly not much of a hassle
thank you for all the lalondecest ive been needing more in the world for a while now 🙏♡♡♡
its my moral duty to provide o7
think i might rewrite some of my old stuff ...
if the trolls were able to get pregnant (humanstuck au or whatever), who would be the most breedable in your opinion?
cop-out answer but also the only correct answer - its feferi. no matter the circumstance (for human expectation or humiliation ritual disguised as princess duties, sake of the people kind of way) shed be willing to take it on and promptly hate it. its an easy idea to romanticize, to convince, but that only leaves her unprepared. and when those ugly parts start to rear their head theyll hit her hard. either way shell look so cute <3
rosemary where rose is constantly calling kan “mom” or “mommy” during sex to the point where her name never leaves roses mouth outside of bed, but its completely normal because its just a cute common pet name humans use and its definitely not because rose is using kanaya to live out her erotic fantasies involving her dead mother
something something roxys riflekind, thematics dave-ways, kids shirt iconography embodying things to conquer + the trickle down ideals of english representing trophy hunters... all in all to say rose is a cat but roxy is aligned to something more of a hawk
my original (although very vague and half-thought lol) intention was just playing against the betas associated animals ! they are v set in stone - egbert and bunnies. dave and crows. jade and dogs. rose and cats - but the alphas were never as clear. roxy was the only one to lean heavy with the cats so i thought it would be interesting to pull her away from that association (for nefarious lalondecest purposes of course) and the simplest way was to bring her back with dave and the birds.
the hawk was mostly an arbitrary pull of the birds of prey since theyre often the first suspect for bird-related cat attacks! along with other associations: hawk-eyed. sharpshooter. fun inversed cat-bird relationship symbology to play with. (even more so when we bring jasprose - the forever-young but adult-bound cat - into the equation to unsettle some boundaries!)
something something roxys riflekind, thematics dave-ways, kids shirt iconography embodying things to conquer + the trickle down ideals of english representing trophy hunters... all in all to say rose is a cat but roxy is aligned to something more of a hawk
some Rosemom for the starved?
you often fold in the face of mockery - when it comes that you, young and angry, are subject to a particular kind of scorn. it brings forth shaking voices, of slammed doors and adolescent willfulness to storm out into the storming. a funny type of dramatics. you rub your cheek, rain-wet. that season has started again - the cycle never ceased. rain turned snow turned rain yet again. snow melts to water. rain freezes to ice. and you end up in a tomb all the same.
roxy has no qualms in fucking animals. growing up as she did its only a fact of survival - a hole presented is a hole to be used. it was trial and error to learn that the warmth of pumping blood elevates her pleasure, not that there were many options to pick through. another dead cat for the pile. the cold interior of a gutted fish. the carapacians who skittered from her view.
but rose on the other hand is willing if only to the extreme - shell gladly throw her body for use by the higher horrors, but the idea of submitting (or practicing for pleasure as roxy insists) to something like a dog, god forbid a pony, is frankly ridiculous. that doesnt mean roxy cant be incredibly convincing.
when roxy approaches youre almost remiss to say that she looks guilty. tongue swallowed. a reflection of a hard conversation neither one of you wanted to bring up. and it was at that moment you might have turned her away - the sun was dawning in the sky, you were basked in the after-glow of her love and she was all mess-kept. a robe pulled over her familiar naked body.
“so,” she starts, leaning against the counter then deciding to pull the seat. then glancing up. down. before settling to take it. you sip your coffee. “so, like, rose. what are we.”
its a bitter flavor. nothing youve ever favored but everything youve taught yourself to take.
you dont give her that answer straight away since its something to put consideration upon. something big, unnameable, the grotesque rippling under waves - a shadow that screams you will never truly understand how far this beast spans. their love was perfectly unnatural. you fit together like a broken clock, right twice a day. in a book told as if some pages had been torn.
but it seems your consideration fell a bit too long - and roxy leans into it first. “like when people ask, do we just say were sisters? cause i know youre my mom and all but were kind of both mom so does that, like, cancel out. i mean dave says it does, but what does he know.”
you blink, slow, then raise your cup to your lips. liquid barely able to pass through the pulled-too-thin grit of teeth. “id say something like that.”