Girlfriend’s mice tangle their tails when cuddling

what the fuck this is too cute

@fuckingshutup

@ittybittypawfeet

♋ sAILES AND ME DO THAT. tOO BAD YOU TAILLESS.

reblog if you want more interaction w your lovely followers

howdy

This is what Sufras is like.

reblog this if your muse is Not Straight

Reblog if you are willing to plot/RP via Discord/Skype, etc!

⚔️Shout Out To The Muses That Are UNAPOLOGETIC About Being Assholes, Antagonistic Pricks, and  Generally Bad People™ ⚔️

Stories need conflict to thrive. The Roleplay Community benefits from having muns that play antagonistic characters. Characters that not all others muses will like and get along with. Muses who do fucked up shit and love it. It can be lonely playing a character that everyone wants to treat like a punching bag, or wants to walk over, or ignore.

Reblog if your blog APPRECIATES, SUPPORTS, and RESPECTS Villains and antagonistic muses!!

“Hmm, poetry?” He hummed and thought for a moment before a sly grin spreading across his face. “My dear Sailes, oh how I love thee, let me count the ways. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.” With each number he counted, he leant in to press a kiss to Sailes, his grin only growing wider on each one. 

Sailes’ leg fell from Azazel’s shoulder. He giggled between the kisses, grinning right back at his mountain-like meanrail. Finally he whispered: “Kissymate. Less kissing, more mating, please? My grubmakers are on a schedule here.”

“You mean your biological clock is ticking like this?” He said and snapped his fingers in a simple paced speed like a metronome, giggling again at the second movie reference in just as many minutes, though he had a feeling it was all going over the other’s head.  “Okay, so what do I need to do?” He asked, tilting his head. “I’m sure I’m way too big like this and I think you said that it wasn’t… It wasn’t something or other, I can’t remember.”

“Yes, pretty much like that.” He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile.

“Uhh…” Sailes frowned, trying to recall what he had said. “I think it was something about gross bodily harm to one’s grubmakers not being a good way to start our concupiscent adventures. As we are now, the size issues are literally otherworldly. After you put on the transformation ring to become my kind, your piercings won’t fit. Neither on you nor in me.”

He wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant idea. “First we better get your inside tail on the outside so we can take off all that blingy hardware.”

<<OOC: @thegrandseraphim I’ll tag you here pecause I’ll probably refer to this outro in the future, so you’ll have a chance to familiarize yourself with the exposition parts.<<

Later, after finally convincing Azazel’s bulge to join the party on the outside and removing his most intimate piercings, Sailes slipped the transformation ring on Azazel’s finger.

To Sailes’ great surprize, the most visible part of Azazel’s trasformation to one of Sailes’ species was neither the paws nor the tail. It was the thick, lustrous white coat that suddenly burst forth to cover every inch of Azazels skin. Sailes ran his fingers through the soft mas of hair, his face revealing his wonder and admiration. “The ring gave you lusus fur... Then again you are currently brooding... I didn’t expect this but it looks good on you. Very good.”

Then he grinned eagerly. “Besides, white makes a better backgound colour than gray. I can’t wait to paint you black with passion.”

A long time later, which included a lot of jokes, puns and terrible baking themed euphenisms, the two of them were lying under the tree. It had been clumsy, fumbling adventure, like a first time together should be.

They were out of breath, limbs tangled together as they cuddled in the afterglow of their concupiscent exploration. Azazel’s previously pristine white lusus fur was messy and stained. Sailes traced the edge of the inky patterns on Azazel’s abdomen and huffed a tired laugh. “I told you I’d paint you black...”

“That sounds interesting.” He nodded his head, though he had no idea how to do that. But he’s seen people plate things like that on those cooking shows before, and Kimora do some amazing things.

“Me never try it. You slice bread. Like this.” He moved his hand horizontally. “Me look for videos. Show how make the roses.”

They eventually finished the sandwich cake without major accidents. It looked fairly decent for a first try, but the important thing was that it tasted good, which it did.

“That sounds interesting.” He nodded his head, though he had no idea how to do that. But he’s seen people plate things like that on those cooking shows before, and Kimora do some amazing things.

"Me never try it. You slice bread. Like this." He moved his hand horizontally. "Me look for videos. Show how make the roses."

“Hmm, poetry?” He hummed and thought for a moment before a sly grin spreading across his face. “My dear Sailes, oh how I love thee, let me count the ways. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.” With each number he counted, he leant in to press a kiss to Sailes, his grin only growing wider on each one. 

Sailes’ leg fell from Azazel’s shoulder. He giggled between the kisses, grinning right back at his mountain-like meanrail. Finally he whispered: “Kissymate. Less kissing, more mating, please? My grubmakers are on a schedule here.”

“You mean your biological clock is ticking like this?” He said and snapped his fingers in a simple paced speed like a metronome, giggling again at the second movie reference in just as many minutes, though he had a feeling it was all going over the other’s head.  “Okay, so what do I need to do?” He asked, tilting his head. “I’m sure I’m way too big like this and I think you said that it wasn’t… It wasn’t something or other, I can’t remember.”

"Yes, pretty much like that." He rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile.

"Uhh..." Sailes frowned, trying to recall what he had said. "I think it was something about gross bodily harm to one's grubmakers not being a good way to start our concupiscent adventures. As we are now, the size issues are literally otherworldly. After you put on the transformation ring to become my kind, your piercings won't fit. Neither on you nor in me."

He wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant idea. "First we better get your inside tail on the outside so we can take off all that blingy hardware."

you don’t get to choose your theme song, your theme song is assigned to you by a cruel uncaring fate

New ask game. What’s my theme song?

TELL ME WHAT MY THEME SONG IS PLS PLS PLS

I wanna know

P l e a s e

Ooooooh this is fun

please reblog or like this post if you are an active homestuck roleplayer in 2018! whether it be on tumblr, discord, mxrp, ect. i want to see how many of us there are.

“Hmm, okay.” She hummed and nodded her head as she turned to walk off, ears flicking at the sound of the pop. Lords, that sounded like it hurt.  She returned with on arm lined with packages of meat, cheese, and various toppings. Her other one held a large pan of bread. 

Sufras inspected the foods and nodded. “Looks good. First cut the bread. Two or three times. Like this.” He sliced horizontally with his hand.

He looked around to see if Kurloz was coming back. “Then… Then we mix cream cheese and tasty bits. Put it between slices.”

“Hey! Big guy!” Bonika called over her shoulder to Kurloz, making him perk up and shoot a glare at her. She didn’t seem to be deterred, rather immune to glares from a whole slew of nasty people, far nastier than Kurloz if she had any say.  “Come here and cut stuff, I’ll get the rest.” Kurloz huffed at her and plodded back. Probably for the best.

Sufras smiled but didn’t comment on the situation. He briefly greeted Kurloz and repeated the instructions to him, pulling the bread and meats closer. “What you want in cake? Besides meat?”

“Uh… Meat?” He said as he blanked completely on what else to put on it. “Maybe cheese? Yeah, cheese sounds good.” He nodded.

“Put some lettuce on there at least if nothing else!” Came Bonika’s voice and Kurloz’s ears pinned against his head as he glared again, grumbling under his breath. 

Bonika's comment made Sufras smile. "Oh! That give me idea! We make roses on cake. Roll meat into flowers. Let-us for green parts. And cheese for spiky parts."

“Hmm, poetry?” He hummed and thought for a moment before a sly grin spreading across his face. “My dear Sailes, oh how I love thee, let me count the ways. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand.” With each number he counted, he leant in to press a kiss to Sailes, his grin only growing wider on each one. 

Sailes' leg fell from Azazel's shoulder. He giggled between the kisses, grinning right back at his mountain-like meanrail. Finally he whispered: "Kissymate. Less kissing, more mating, please? My grubmakers are on a schedule here."