#it needs work

[edit-axolotl]

I’ve been trying to make a comic strip of how Kris, Susie, and the zubat meet from the “what if Kris had a therapy animal and it was a zubat” au, but posing has been kicking my ass and I’ve put it on hold for now.

I’m gonna start working on little info cards for how the au works in general, but it’ll be a couple days since I’m busy rn (and I keep getting distracted by Legends Arceus). In the meantime, have this:

There might be other unrelated stuff I’ll put out in between now and the info cards, but the info cards are the next big thing I wanna finish.

[justseedee]

Lyca and Savy (oc) 🐺 The werewolf sibs ( ＾ω＾ ) 🐺

Inspired by this photo

[allbabiesarebastards]

Call pup a pyre the way she sacrifices herself

[megslovesbooks]

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[barely-lucid-lia]

my flesh is tattered. it is littered with bruises. scrapes and gashes decorate my body with the same glitz and gaudiness of a manufactured christmas tree. the same kind that we used to laugh at.

the kind of christmas tree that had a pattern in the ornaments. the obviously fake plastic tree coated in that fluffy white spray. the tacky, over the top christmas tree that stood in the display window of a mall in november, when we both decided it was too early for that.

it was always the wrong time.

whether it was ten minutes or ten years, it was never the right time.

i don’t have anything manufactured that reminds me of you. i don’t have anything that i can hold to make me think of the joy that you once brought me.

but you’re always there.

in unavoidable circumstances you are always there.

the petulance that i learned to ignore and overlook. the overwhelming sense of superiority that you made sure i was aware of.

i see it everywhere.

when children argue over their favorite plaything at the park and one of them pushes the other. i see you.

i see the overworked teenagers in a coffee shop whose faces are hard pressed with the exhaustion of being talked down to for hours at a time. i don’t see you this time.

i see myself.

i see a mug on the third shelf from the top and it’s that one color that you passively mentioned looked good on me that one time three years ago.

i want to shatter that mug.

i want to shatter that mug because it’s that color and it’s not me. nothing else should be that color if you can’t see it.

nothing else deserves to

because that mug may be that color,

but it will never bear the scratches and bruises that i do.

that mug isn’t bruised. it will never be bruised.

i don’t have manufactured things to hold and cherish the way i once did with you.

because even the smallest things have been tainted.

and as much as i will try to forget, to grow and move on,

i will always see you.

[pinkfey-archive]

i would like to know about "hehe ummmmmmmmmm um. ummm" please and thank you

it is Very nsfw 😳😞 but was at the request of one of my friends who shall remain anonymous for their sanity’s sake. here is a sfw snippet:

And there it was. That look in her eyes. Red. Misty. Siren. The lilt of her lips to match. The heat of her breath as she tilted her head ever so slightly forward.

And it didn’t matter which of them moved first because suddenly his lips were on hers as they stumbled backwards into the shelves and all that he could think about was this closet and how close they were and how they could possibly be closer. He kissed her once, twice, three times, and kissed her fervently, all teeth and tongue and eyes screwed shut because this was an act of sensory, this was something to savor; how she tasted like the sour-sweet scone she brought that morning and how she smelled like apples and cinnamon and how she was warm, so fucking warm, and this was something to savor.

He kissed her slowly then, and she smiled that smile against his lips, and the tenderness surprised him. 

[scarlettriot]

THE END — i’ll make up an ending, or post the ending if i’ve written it <33

((Currently working on Along for the Ride && don't have the ending flushed out completely yet so, here's how I hope it goes...))

"Is it selfish of me to wish we had some more time to just, ya know, be together before jumping right back into the real world?" His words warm on your neck making you grin.

"You say that like we're in some kind of make-believe place."

You could feel him smile against your skin, "Well, pardon me for feeling a little sappy, alright?"

Damn, you'd just taken off six days from work but your curiosity was getting the better of you. "Did you cash in all the IOUs just to come here or do you have some more stashed away?"

"I mean, I have two weeks of vacation still. I just didn't use it because I didn't wanna leave people with no one to cover, that's why I asked Denki in the first place." He pulled you closer, letting you sink back against his chest, "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, because I have about two weeks too..."

He kissed below your ear, "I see. Well, I happen to have a ticket to just about wherever that heart of yours desires. Unless you'd like to stay right here?"

Right here sounded lovely. Wrapped up in his arms, the warmth of the hot tub hugging you both, surrounded by the quiet air and covered by a blanket of stars.

"Anywhere with you sounds nice."

Eijiro tilted your chin back and you could see the smirk on his face. "I'll go where ever you're goin'. I'm just along for the ride."