Anonymous asked:
Does that mean your art blog will also disappear? and if so is there somewhere else I can find it?
Nope, it’s not a sideblog of this one! It’ll stay up!
Just kidding I’m ditching because I still see people who I know hate me looking at my blog every few days on the ip tracker and it’s freaking me out. Girl you got nothing else to do???
Hey everyone! Just a little fyi, for personal reason I’ll be making this tumblr totally private/deleting it soon If you want to add me on discord (where I’ll still have all my verses, etc) or hit me up on my art sideblog (phirou-art) let me know!
Now he did whine, but exaggerated as a joke before snorting a laugh and pulling himself upright. "Yes, your highness." Sticks his tongue out before grabbing the heavy blanket for them.
As soon as the blanket was fetched Ryou dragged his lover to bed, not even sparing a moment to strip his clothes off. Cuddles had been promised and would be had.
"Mm, doesn't matter, just want to snuggle you. But if you want the heat on I'm fine with it. I don't mind either way."
"Thermostat is far. Let's just snuggle. You do have to get off me before we can get up, though."
A smooch of appreciation. "You're the best."
"Yes, of course I am. Did you doubt it?" Smooch. "Should we turn the heat up? Do you want warm snuggles?"
"Come lay dooowwwn." He considers whining, but even he would be embarrassed by that. "Please? We'll get blankets."
Loud grumbling. "Fine, let's get the weighted blanket. We can cuddle if you really want to." Not that he was touch starved too. No way.
"Sleepy. You're comfy." His point was made by yawning, then only curling further into his boyfriend.
"God, you're bony." Shoving off is being heavily considered.
Ry simply just.... leans against Ryou, pressing his face against the crook of his neck. Seems human warmth was needed, now.
"Hey... what's up?" He tries to reach back to deliver pats of the head.
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Lion let his tiny little cat curl up on Necrofia’s chest. The cat purred happily, like the warmth stealing little leech he was. Surely, this evil little beast was only out for itself.
Hunter fetched his pumpkin as well, to finish his kitty carving.
“Your pumpkin is so good!” She looked at the charizard in awe. It was so cute, and luckily, she vaguely knew what a pokemon was.
Fia held the little kitten with delight. It was so small! So small and soft. She pet it and let it cuddle into her arms. And Hunter had joined. What a good group.
Letting the kitten crawl on her, she lied back down and curled into Florence. “I’m sleepy…”
“Then sleep,” he said gently as he continued to carve.
“No one will care. If they do, then I’ll stab them.”
Hunter edged up beside Bakura like a kicked puppy. He was clearly remorseful and afraid to cause more trouble by saying anything, so he opted to just stick close to his boyfriend.
Lion lay down on the grass beside Necrofia and reached over to gently (and awkwardly) pat her back.
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good gender neutral term for your short noisy nonbinary sidehoe: side gremlin
I’ve been throwing all of time into D&D lately and yesterday I DMed for 10 straight hours and tbh I think I’m Ryou kin now.
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I’m bicycle
bike sexual
ass connoisseur
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I’m bicycle
bike sexual
I’m bicycle
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Hunter nodded. “Alright, I’ll bring my pumpkin back here too.”
Lion watched them from the sidelines, quietly chewing on his cat’s leash like the weird stunted child he was. He really had no idea what was going on. “Hey, mom, would holding my kitty make you feel better?”
“Okay,” she agreed to Florence and Hunter. That would be nice. They could carve and she could nap.
Oh, there was her grandson, being cute. “Mm… okay, for a little bit. I’m tired, though…” There was no way she could say no to holding such a cute cat.
Bakura moved off to retrieve his Charizard carving and tools before rejoining Necrofia on the ground.
“Better than someone getting murdered, at least,” he murmured to her.
Lion let his tiny little cat curl up on Necrofia’s chest. The cat purred happily, like the warmth stealing little leech he was. Surely, this evil little beast was only out for itself.
Hunter fetched his pumpkin as well, to finish his kitty carving.
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“D-did you just call me asshole?” Hunter tugged on his shirt sleeves. “I said I’m sorry, pumpkin! I didn’t mean to cause a fight!” He looked genuinely remorseful. Ryou, on the other hand, seemed to just be getting mad on the other side of the party.
Fia really couldn’t tell if Hunter was nice or not at this point. She decided she didn’t care. She had his coat, after all. “Okay,” she told Florence, nuzzling into him and closing her eyes. No good deed went unpunished, apparently; her kind friend would have to suffer through a cuddly sleeping Necrofia.
Bakura sighed and stroked Necrofia’s hair before narrowing his eyes at Hunter.
“You and I are going to talk about this later.”
He looked like he was practically going to cry. “Do you want me to go home? I can go home, but I’m worried about my brother trying to start something with you, you know? I’m sorry Bakura, Necrofia. Can I take the both of you out to dinner sometime to make up for this?”
“Mmph… you’re being hard on him,” Fia told Florence. Her attitude had been incredibly swayed by the soft, fluffy coat Hunter had given him. “Just, go carve your pumpkin away from your brother. That’s it. You two just behave and stay away from each other and we move on. I don’t need to make a bigger deal out of it.”
Bakura opened his mouth to argue, but he closed it and looked away with a small scowl. She was right and he hated to admit it. But his glare softened as he got up and brushed off his jeans.
“Alright, but I’m bringing my carving back here to hang out with you.”
Hunter nodded. “Alright, I’ll bring my pumpkin back here too.”
Lion watched them from the sidelines, quietly chewing on his cat’s leash like the weird stunted child he was. He really had no idea what was going on. “Hey, mom, would holding my kitty make you feel better?”