TSIAPAPPO

panfandom original character

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OKAY OKAY OKAY SO. this blog doesn’t get much use...so i’ve moved cherry over to my multi-muse to consolidate things and make it all a little easier. sorry for the trouble!

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kemuriin:

He returns quickly, and again, takes her by the chin. Gently, intently, he dabs the tissue along the top of her lip and up to her nose, and holds it there until she takes it from him.

   “Maybe you’re getting sick. Do you.. fuck, I don’t know, feel sick? Sore, or anything?” There is something intimate to it. He’d played doctor to plenty of strangers, but never to anyone he felt particularly close to. Once or twice, his dad had gotten sick, and shied away from him, camped out on the couch and surrounded by boxes of tissue. It’s not the same here, with Cherry. “Want something to drink?”

            “Sick...maybe a li’l. T’is the season, right? I gotta get a flu shot...or is it too late?” She talks mainly to fill the void, make things less awkward. Are they even awkward, or is it just her? She has no idea, and she doesn’t want to find out. 

             “I think I’ve been staring at screens too long. My eyes are a little sore, actually. But that’s got nothing t’do with the nose...huh.” The pressure she applies to the tissue gradually increases. She’s trying to subtly stuff it up her nostril without making it look like she’s poking her fingers up there. It probably doesn’t matter at this point, but she doesn’t want to appear a total lost cause. Her efforts are futile anyway. There’s no elegant method to shove tissue in your nose. “Will drinking help? I’m good with anything. Tea, water, juice, whatever.”

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            “No way...can you say that again with a straight face?”

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so now that this is a thing, i feel like i should draw lewd things to celebrate

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kemuriin:

   “Nn. It must have been dirty thoughts.” He leans over and takes her by the chin. “Here. Tilt your head back and pinch your nose. I’ll get you some tissue.”

             “Y’really think I’m that bad? I’m not a cartoon character.” She flinches at his touch, surprised. Still, she complies, pinching it. “Yeah...got it. Thanks.” And so she waits for the tissue, feeling dirtier than she probably should. After all, her face is rather warm now. If she was thinking anything inappropriate, she wasn’t even aware of it.

[aromanticgcallen]

talk 2 me about characters learning how to be cared about

[aromanticgcallen]

#but really like talk to me about it#talk to me about the process of being checked on by text message#of being alarmed when someone catches your arm after work and gives you an odd look#what’s coming out of their mouth has gotta be something bad right#’are you okay’#mental stutter what just happened error 404 response not found#why the fuck did somebody come make me soup when i’m sick i’ve been doing it myself my whole life#what#i’m so confused why are they doing this why does my happiness mattter???#I’M SO U PS ET

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@kemuriin

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              “Whoa, uh. Where’d that come from? I wasn’t thinking anything dirty, I swear. I wasn’t even picking my nose...”

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i’m a sucker for dollmakers, and this one makes a pretty cute cherry...i’m satisfied.

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tsiapappo:

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              And so she stands there in the buff, awkwardly staring at her newly nude boyfriend. “I’ll...shave next time. If this works out, I mean. If there’s a next time.” The area between her legs wasn’t abundantly hairy, anyway. She’d kept the bush to one area, for the most part, with the cleft of venus sparse, nearly bare. “So, um. You just wanna...have at it? I hope it doesn’t tickle your nose or something.” More than anything else, that was her main concern.

              She moves to sit on the bed, idly admiring the figure in front of her. There was something exquisitely endearing about his slight form. Her mouth formed a small circle in silent admiration. Without thinking too much about it, she spread her legs and began to rub herself, head bowing to meet her shoulder with a silent gasp. He looked good. “You could just...touch me here, if you wanted. If the hair’s a bother, I mean. Or anything else.” A small grin, shakily worn, wormed its way into one half of her mouth. “After all, this is for you. I’m your present.”

              Her free hand gestured to the laptop. “Or if you still wanted to look for ideas, I’m alright with that too. Anything goes.”

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kemuriin:

..Friends. He’s hard pressed to think of any beyond Cherry. Ando, sure, and maybe a couple of others, but it’s not as though he was particularly good at making them. He certainly didn’t have many from his classes, either. Kohaku shifts his weight to his palms and considers his own name. He kept a few by now, though he hardly considered them “names” as he understood the concept. He hadn’t yet worn Ash, and by now, Pepper was starting to sound stupid, and what was that about Cherry’s name again? He turns a glance to her, his cheeks lighting.

He’d heard the phrase “pop a cherry” before, but he couldn’t place the meaning – or the context, for that matter. Maybe he’d heard it in school? “–What’s that mean? Like, tying a cherry stem with your tongue or something?”

       “That’s exactly...wrong.” She’s smiling, biting her lip in an attempt not to laugh. Sometimes she forgets that idioms and figurative language can be hard to parse, even for native speakers. “I did manage to do that once though. They say the cherry stem thing makes you a great kisser, right? I guess I’m good one out of ten times? One out of a hundred? I don’t know how to calculate the odds.” She’s debating whether or not to tell him what her initial phrase means. Would it ruin him forever? Is it even appropriate? Not really.

        “You’re pretty educated, right? It’s...okay, this is in your field. How do I say it clinically? ‘Pop the cherry’ means to break the hymen. Or, y’know, just lose your virginity.” She sounds oddly pleased, as if it’s her most holy duty to explain colloquial phrases to him. A satisfied sigh escaped her as she pulled out her phone. With care, she navigated to his name and changed it from “Prince Koko” to “Haku,” angling it so that he hopefully wouldn’t see.

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kemuriin:

   “Mm. Everyone calls me that name, so I’m used to it. Only my dad calls me Kohaku anymore. I don’t care too much, as long as it’s not embarrassing.” At times, his full name even sounded foreign, like he was wrong to respond to it. Ash and Pepper sounded strange too, but at least that was more appropriate, given the nature of those particular monikers. “Cherry’s kind of a sexy name. Don’t take that the wrong way – but what else would they call you?”

        “You think it’s sexy? Really? Oh boy...” Her face is heating up. She might not take it the wrong way, but she’s definitely going to think about it a lot. “They’d call me...my surname? I dunno, I thought that was more professional.” She shrugs. “I had no idea what other people call you. We don’t really hang out with other people as a unit. Like, I have my friends and you have yours.” She wondered what kind of company he kept. “Okay, hold up. I keep thinking about this. Do you mean it’s sexy because it’s part of phrases like ‘pop the cherry’? Is that all? Or does it actually...sound sexy?”

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kemuriin:

   “..Like a nickname? You wanna give me a petname, or something?” That’s a little embarrassing by itself – depending on where Cherry chose to use it, it could even be mortifying. “I like Haku. ..Ne. Do you want me to call you something else, then?”

         “Is ‘Ko’ not a nickname too? If you prefer ‘Haku,’ I have absolutely no problem with that. I might mess up a couple of times, but I can adjust, definitely.” She played with the collar of her shirt. Koko was also cute. “Um. You can call me whatever you want. Whatever’s comfortable, I mean. Most everyone calls me ‘Cherry’ these days, except in my art circles, so that’s what I tend to respond to fastest.”

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kemuriin:

He almost cracks up. Sure, Cherry forgetting his full name was a bit problematic, but her reaction is almost over the top. “I’m not hurt, Chappo. Asian names are hard for Americans. Apparently.“

          “It’s not ’cause you’re Asian! Nietzsche is...German, right? I can never spell it without Google! You’re Kohaku. It’s a good name. I just never use it. I don’t know if it’d be weird for me to call you anything else...I couldn’t get used to, uh. Haku. Or something.”

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kemuriin:

   “…Would you prefer to just punch me? Knock a tooth out? Kick me in the ribs? There’s lots of things you can do still.”

           “No...I don’t want to hurt you. At all. I thought I owed it to you to tell you what happened. It’s because I only ever call you Ko...and that’s what you are in my phone, in my thoughts...one syllable encapsulates you perfectly.”

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@kemuriin

            “This is it, the end of my life. Thoughtcrime is real, and I’m guilty. I forgot your name for three whole minutes. You’re Ko, of course, but...I...couldn’t remember the rest. Punish me.”

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kemuriin:

   “–It’s personal. It’s not like I.. you’re the only person I’ve… Hhk. As far as I’m concerned, it doesn’t happen anywhere else.”

        “I’d hope not! We’ve got a serious overpopulation issue. Now I’m not saying we need to bump some people off, just...make sure we provide for the ones we already have. And maybe stop making some new ones in the meantime. Will that mess up the population balance? I have no idea.”