#apmrising

[caligraqueen]

@apmrising

>==✒️  “I’m sorry the screen isn’t working. Morgan decided my camera needed some, ah, improving. So I’m without it today, unless I can figure out how she messed with it . . .”

[touchioniantail-blog]

It’s @apmrising‘s birthday! The girlfriend has made plans

“Oh Hana!”

 Ahri’s jubilant cry came in the early morning. The very early morning. It was only five and the vixen had been awake, snuck out of bed, made breakfast in only panties and now had brought it into the room. The birthday breakfast was set on the coffee table and the popstar pounced upon the bed, seating herself atop the other. Tails bustling to as fro as she gave her lover a lick on the cheek.

“Happy Birthday babe!” She coo’d

[hcrmit-arcana-blog]

@apmrising

<-🎧-> “Aaaaaand another bug stepped on.”

The words are said to herself, but not without a hint of satisfaction in her voice as she blocks another toxic viewer from Hana Song’s stream. It had been a particularly bad day of it, but it was all part of the job of being a chat moderator. Well, technically and officially, she wasn’t a mod, but it was really interesting what you could do if you hacked into a system just the right way. Perhaps she’d been too active today, though? The actual moderators were beginning to discuss among themselves in the chat, asking who was doing all of the banning. Perhaps it was time she slipped away . . . but she enjoyed watching D.va’s gaming streams so much.

It gave Futaba something to take her mind off of the rest of the world. She leaned back in her chair, pushing the wire-frame glassed back up. Maybe if she just lurked for the rest of the night, nobody would notice her. Nobody noticed her most of the time, anyways. Just the way she liked it.

[desclateblue-a-blog]

                     ❝ . . .Won’t SURRENDER

          . . .I said I’ll STAY right by YOU. . .

                              . . .A PROMISE I won’t {FORGET}. . . ❞

@apmrising / Lyrical Starter!  ♫

[hallelujah-mercy-me-blog]

“Hey, Angela. Want to mess with Hana?”

“Hm? And how do you propose we do that, dear?”

“Well.... We have a thermometer... that look strangely like a pregnancy test. Look, it even has the line on it.”

“Uhm.. dear.... that is a pregnancy test....”

“Oh I se-”

“WAIT WHAT.”

[spideronlacroix-blog]

@apmrising continued from X

“Oh, I’m only a woman for costumes under two conditions. The pleasure of others and the seduction of others.” Amelie replied with a teasing smile. “I’m pose-able too by the way.” She added with a wink.

 Afterwards she gave a small demonstration. One leg was lifted straight up into the air and held there. It dragged her skirt up a bit, revealing more of her thighs and underwear. She then rolled over, doing it once more. This time it showed off more of her rear before Amelie laid herself flat on her back on the coffee table. There was a big smile on her face as she brought her gaze to lock back onto Hana.

 “A little birdie happened to tell me you had a rough day yesterday and were still down this morning. I simply had to come tend to you and clean up all of that pain.”

[caligraqueen]

Game On

@apmrising​

>==✒️ Another long night.

Mitama had finished all of her homework (easy), and her writing muse, for the moment at least, was quiet. She had caught up with her favorite animes of the season, so she had nothing to do.

Nothing except for Starcraft.

Mitama had never been into gaming before moving in with Cynthia. For once, she and her father had been in agreement on something: videogames were a waste of energy and brainpower. There were so many more productive things she could be doing.

That changed, though, just as Mitama had changed. At a suggestion from a friend at school who had told her she’d enjoy it, she’d picked up Starcraft II, expecting to hate it from the start.

Instead, she found out she was a natural. Terran, Protoss, Zerg, she could see the tactics and patterns other players used and counter them easily. Within weeks, HaikuinTwo had made her way to the top of the North America leaderboard and quietly switched to the Korean server to give herself more of a challenge.

She queued up onto the Platinum ladder with Protoss, pulling her headphones on and sitting back, waiting for the queue to pop, sitting up immediately when it did-

“Oh, no way.” She breathed, quickly alt-tabbing onto her her live streams, eyes going wide at the streamer on the top of the list, the username matching. She was smurfing. Honest to goodness smurfing.

“Right then, Hana Song,” She murmured, a grin spreading across her face as she got her probes moving, “Let’s give you a little bit of a challenge.”

[desclateblue-a-blog]

          The day has been slow --- the clear sky, the wonderful weather. Such prime training attributes, and so, the STAR had been out, training as long as she could. To the point where muscles ached, and her form was DRENCHED in sweat. Shirt had been removed hours ago, leaving her only strolling around in but her coat draped around shoulders ( for never was it gone for long ) and her trade - mark bikini she wore beneath said clothing. 

                    A towel is gently wiping at her forehead, only to then engulf her face and begin to wipe away said perspiration as she turns her attention over to the Meka Unit Pilot. 

                             ❝ . . .To what is it you are doing, D.va? ❞

          Boots lightly click heels against the floor as she approaches the other calmly, marred torso almost IMMEDIATELY hidden behind her coat with a shift of her form as she wishes to keep all eyes AWAY from such injuries. She just peers down quietly to the other, offering a small tilt of head as a drop of sweat drips off the end of her nose, still drying both face and hair now.

@apmrising / Down Time with the Gamer Girl!