"Wanna fuck?" (lightandblood)
“Where did that come from?”
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"Wanna fuck?" (lightandblood)
“Where did that come from?”
lightandblood
[text] My dress arrived. Wanna come over and play husband and wife?
[text] loud screaming
[text] yes!!!
[text] ill be right over i love you <333
Cecil stumbles out of bed, grabbing some proper clothes to put on because he’d been lazing in bed in his underwear all morning. He slips his phone into his pocket, pulls on some shoes and heads out, to Gunnolf’s house. He’s excitedly bouncing up and down as he rings the doorbell.
heartthing i forgot to copy it fuck
Send me ❤ for my muse to become affected by sex pollen and uncontrollably attracted to your muse.
He’d thought it was a nice gift. Some pretty flowers for his pretty datemate. What he hadn’t counted on was tripping, falling face first into the flowers and getting a handful of pollen into his face.
What he also hadn’t counted on was the sudden heat pooling to his abdomen as he gets upright and looks at Wynn, a low whine slipping from his lips, cheeks flushed purple.
I’m pregnant and it’s yours. ~ 18yo
“I think I’m going to cry. Oh god. Oh Void, why does this happen to me?” he wonders out loud, putting his hands in his hair. “I’m never having sex again. Oh no. I’m so sorry. This is just what mothers should warn you about.” He isn’t even looking at Wynn, just pacing around in panic.
Trash au LET'S DO THIS
4. “we are neighbours and every night at 3:14 am you start yodeling for no fucking reason??? why???? is that you yodeling??? its been 2 months???” au
A look on the digital alarm tells him all he needs to know. It’s that time of the night again. Cecil groans loudly and puts his pillow over his head. What is wrong with his neighbour? Why would you even want to yodel at 3 in the morning? He’s so confused.
But this is the last time he’s putting up with this. Cecil gets out of bed, pulling on a shirt and not bothering with pants - his neighbour can just goddamn deal with his cat-print boxers - before he storms out of his bedroom, slipping into a pair of slippers along the way. He grabs his keys and walks out into the hallway, heading to the apartment the next door open. He presses his finger against the doorbell insistently.
Out of sight | Out of heart
Going back to Desert Bluffs is a bit less scary as a young adult than as a teenager. Though part of his confidence might also originate from the fact that he has a goal here now. Get in, find Wynn, get back out. It takes a bit of searching and asking around, but he eventually finds the boy on a bench in the park, feeding what Cecil thinks are a cross between ducks and alligators but might just be ducks with scales and sharp teeth. It also becomes pretty clear when he approaches that he has once again jumped not only space but time. Wynn looks about eighteen, just a tad younger than his own body now. It doesn't bother him much. If anything, by this time period they must've been in a relationship for a long time now! "Wynn, hey! You won't believe what happened!" leafssinthewynnd
gunnolflyall
After finally finding a set of clothes that fit his newly grown body - also known as stealing one of his sister’s skinny jeans and frilly blouses, as well as ballet flats - Cecil heads to Gunnolf’s house and lets himself in with the key they had made. “Guuuun! I fucked up!” he calls out, still not used to his deeper voice.
About Time and Night Vale
Cecil's been getting the hang of his jumps through space. He can now, when concentrating enough, make voluntary jumps of a mile or less. So of course, he's started practicing his jumps through time as well. His first few attempts bear no fruit at all - he just remains standing in the middle of the pavement and nothing at all of note happens. However, on his seventh attempt, he actually feels a change. Slowly he opens his eyes. It's a weird feeling. It almost feels like he's standing higher than before... Which is when he looks down his body and notices his clothes are too small on him. He didn't jump through time. He sped up time for himself and aged what appears to be, to his best estimate, five or so years. Well, shit.