She got her quiet sneaking in from you.

Kenma’s fingers tap roughly on the controller in his hands, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in focus. He’s died four times to this monster, its shrieks of agony scaring him once embarrassingly in front of his chat, the other three deaths because, now that he’s past being scared, Kenma realizes what a damn hard boss this is.

“Chat, I’m telling you right now, if I see this dev in the streets, I’m taking a crowbar to their knee caps- this is a promise, not a warniIIIIIIING!”

He lurches from the gentle tug of his elbow, heart sinking to his chest in complete fear and acceptance that this is it for him, he’s dead. His arm is ripped away from the source, but when he hears a tiny gasp in fear, Kenma’s heart beats calmly again.

“Daddy okay?” Maesi asks, and kenma pauses the game to turn to her.

“You startled me baby,” he teases, and she blocks up at him with doe eyes to coax him to forgive her. As if she really needs to do that. “But what’s up beautiful?” He asks, putting down his controller and stretching. “How are you, angel?”

Maesi hums and passes her father the plate, her eyes peering up at him timidly- a trait he wants to blame on you, but every time, he’s met with a cocked eyebrow from you. “Want french fry?”

Kenma chuckles and nods, “I mean, you know I’m never gonna say no to fries,” he says, reaching down to grab the lukewarm fry from her tiny plastic plate. God knows how long they’ve been out, at least four hours; but that doesn’t stop kenma from letting his little girl take care of him in her own way. “You wanna be in daddy’s stream? Say hi to chat?” When she nods, Kenma lifts her up and into his lap, and once done, he reaches over to pick up another fry. In his headphones, Kenma hears that he got a donation.

Thank you kuroosassscheek for gifted 75 subs: hey Kenma there’s something behind you

“Thank you, Kuroo,” he scoffs. “Spawn, say hi to chat and uncle Tetsu.”

“Hi chat, hi uncle Tetsu,” she hums shyly, and Kenma kisses her temple around his chewing. “What playin’?”

“Daddy’s playing a scaaaary game,” he says, voice hiked slightly while he gasps. Maesi giggles before passing him another fry, which he takes quickly.

“Gonna have nightmare,” she warns.

Kenma raises his brows in agreement, “mommy’s gonna have to tuck me in.”

“Me too,” she mumbles, curling into Kenma’s hoodie, nose burrowing into his neck and tickling his skin slightly. “Play Star Valley?” She asks.

He hugs her tightly with a fake groan of effort, and she giggles happily, “you want to watch daddy play Stardew Valley?”

“Yeah..”

“Does mumma know you’re in here?”

Maesi is quiet- he chuckles and shakes his head, letting her get comfortable against him. He knows you’re not far, probably asleep on the couch, and Kenma prepares himself to potentially have to carry his two sleeping babies to bed.

“Alright- one second chat,” he says simply, grabbing his controller to change the game to the easy, calming game Maesi loves to watch him play. “We’ll pick that up tomorrow. Gotta protect myself from nightmares.”

Once again, Maesi lets out a little laugh; she tucks her face as close as she can to him, only shifting to grab another fry to munch on. He tips his head slightly again, to plant a kiss on the crown of her head, the soothing music in his headphones gets placed on her head, and before kenma can start any of his tasks, he feels Maesi’s breathing even out, her plate of fries and nuggets placed somewhere on the desk for him to take.

And that’s okay. He’ll play for a while, just in case she wakes up, and he’ll let her sleep in confidence in her fathers arms. Kenma’s pleased as the numbers in his stream doesn’t immediately drop: it stays, even now as it’s been hijacked by the one he loves most.

This 🥺🩷

everything everything - no reptiles

My favorite type of gojo is muppet gojo

it's out it's out it's out it's out!!!

Get Bento is the mission I illustrated for Catalyst Games this year! I poured a lot of love, sweat and polish into all three illustrations and - imo I did some great work!

Give it a look if the premise interests you!

It’s taking over my life istg

hi! i've no idea how i came to your page but i realised i'd read two of your one-shots in ao3 before and had adored them (you'll probably get comments from me in future, btw) and i just wanted to say thank you for your writing and thank you for your prongsfoot<3

i've been very critical of this sort of new, cool and aloof and martyred version of remus lupin for quite a while now (honestly, where did all those traits come from?!) and gosh, you're so eloquent when talking about him!!!

i was wondering what your thoughts were on regulus black? because i think he's getting the same sort of royalty treatment as remus does by making him sort of-- er, perfect? i mean. i've seen so much recently of him basically saving the world single-handedly and i-- ugh. and james is always just there, like a useless idiot? it makes me irrationally angry, and this is coming from someone who enjoys jegulus quite a bit. my problem is that i don't know if this rejection i feel against those two comes from a place of genuine dislike of them or from a place of wishing sirius and james were not done so dirty.

anyway, again, thank you for your writing. it's truly beautiful. hope you have a great day!

omg hello 🥺 i’ve periodically opened tumblr, giggling like a loon, and logging off multiple times just to see this ask,,,,thank u sm , ur way too kind <3 and ur comment on ao3!!! i was just,,,,yeah,,,no words. thank u.

ooooooh i remember being asked something similar a while ago and i took the safe route and basically went ‘remus lupin-ification of regulus’ iirc. that still stands. but but. i’ve also got another answer here! all hail tumblr’s search system today!

i still basically stand by all of it, but adding onto the jegulus + sirius bits of it:

annoys tf outta me when regulus is turned into a victim and like sirius damned him to hell when he left . i have thoughts about the way both of them were treated (which,,,another time,,,this post is already getting too long lol) but i imagine the day sirius left to be a Good One for reg bc he thinks he’ll have his parents undivided attention now. i also think regulus is severely defanged in a lot of characterisations, as if he wasn’t a baby DE, as if he wasn’t a slytherin from the house of black, as if he wasn’t walmart sirius black. like man i’m almost offended on his behalf. i’m sure his shaking his lil fist up at us from wherever he is.

with jegulus…okay, i’ve only read a couple oneshots but that doesn’t mean i haven’t tried. i genuinely went thru so many fics trying to get something, anything to stick and i think the problem is me. fully. completely. without doubt. i just can’t deal with a situation where j&s aren’t each others no.1, or at the very least, equivalent to that. that’s where my issues w wolfstar started, same w this. jegulus also has the added horror of ‘james and reg sneaking behind sirius’ back’ which is just,,,,gosh,,,,i have So Many Thoughts ab that. all personal opinions, but still. they’re strong. it fucks me up just thinking about it. i also think the ship tries wayyyy too hard to fit the ‘best friend’s brother’ trope and ends up sacrificing characterisation for it. which,,,again,,,that’s fine but it’s all the ‘oh this is how it was!’ that gets to me. and then james :/// he gives off such weird energy lol. jegulus gives me drarry vibes, and james is treated almost exactly as harry is in a lot of those. reg also gets the saviour treatment, like draco, and both of their fuckery is toned down until they’re almost normal, like they never did any reprehensible shit. j&r, and d&h are placed on the same moral equivalence and it’s just a bit. hmm. okay. (my issue with this is how it leaks into the writing and suddenly i’m made to sympathise with draco bc harry slashed him w sectumsempra, but we conveniently forget he was gonna use an unforgivable, ykno?) so overall it just feels…pushing reg up and pulling james down to get them on equal footing. very similar to wolfstar lbr.

anyway. that’s a ramble and a half lmao.

also!! ‘a place of genuine dislike of them or from a place of wishing sirius and james were not done so dirty’ in my mind, both of these occupy a similar plane of existence. so very valid. for me, personally, hating remrem started as the latter and i eventually realised it’s also the former lol i was just mad a how sirius is bastardised to justify his ~deification and it eventually moved on to ‘wow i just. do not like him’. damn.

I am so glad that in 2024 there are still active blogs and talented, smutty fic writers making posts about Ten x Rose so that I can lose my mind over them nearly 20 years later

If more otome games learn the quickest way to my wallet is to allow me to change my character's skin tone and have it appear in cutscenes, I'm screwed.

YOU 🫵🧑 Do you have a minute to talk about our lords and saviours Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades, and Alucard (Adrian) Tepes? Good, this will take awhile.

this is a reminder for everyone to do more stuff alone even if it's scary. go on that trip, go to that concert, sit in your favorite coffee shop. i know it's terrifying but i promise it will get easier every time. don't miss out on things just because no one wants to do them with you.

And the biggest shout out to my middle school art professor that watched me draw anime shit in class DAILY and never told me just how bad it looked.

You sir were the backbone of my art career because I was a sensitive baby and stopped drawing for less before.

virginity is a construct but that means sexhavership is also a construct. i used to be such a slut but when that phase ended in my late twenties i swung round to the other extreme and became so perfectly celibate im not even sure i could find the hole anymore gromit. i am not a virgin yet i have never felt more virginal in my life so what does that make me?

WOW! I’M [Five]!!!

THIS BLOG HAS BEEN [Beating ‘n Cheating] FOR FIVE WHOLE YEARS NOW!!!!

I MADE THIS THING WHEN I WAS STILL [Wallowing] IN MY [Shortpants] AND NOW LOOK AT ME!!!!

I’M STILL HERE! [#$%!]ING IN MY [SHORTPANTS]!!!!!!!!

WE [Met] SO MANY [Top Ten Classics] FUNNY ALONG THE WAY!!

REMEMBER [Big Boy Pants]???!!??!? WHAT A [Laugh Riot]!!!!  EVERYONE LOVED IT!!! EVERYONE COULDN’T [Get there filthy hands] OFF OF IT!!!! 

AND NOW WE’RE [Bigger] THAN EVER!!!! I’M [Drowning] IN [$%#!]!!!! [Soaking] IN [Pre and Post Pubesc3nt Approval]!!!! [Suffocating] [In the Decrepit Halls] OF THIS [Abandoned Water Treatment Plant]!!!!

H3 RE’S TO [Six] YEARS!!! [Seven] YEARS!! [E 8ight] YEARS!!! [Ni n3] YEARS!!! THE YEARS [will never stop coming]!!!!!! I”M GOING TO BE HE RE [for the rest of my life.]

Y'know, experiencing flashbacks rn, and I'd like to admit this to the internet:

I was definitely a Warrior Cats kid, but in the way that someone gets second-hand smoke inhalation (in the good way tho-).

In elementary school there was this line of trees that kids weren't supposed to go by, but my friends and I did it anyways. They'd pretend to be cats, and I'd happily join them! (Mind you, I did not read any of the Warrior Cats books at the time, but I was a furry-coded child tbh. Animal Jam + Stuffed Animals galore.) I very vividly recall that I was either the Mother or Medicine Cat, and I'm honestly fond of that time.

Like, I read a few of the books, but not enough to make any sense of them (not for lack of trying) I just really liked the feeling of tackling my friends and running around on my hands and knees in the "woods". It was FUN.

And I'm sure I could go places w/ this story and explain how it shaped and kinda predicted who I am now, but instead I'm gonna say, shoutout to my friends who did this with me! (Also the girl who played dragons/witches back in fourth grade and gave me a blessing against hexes before she moved away-) It was fun, and I will *never* look back on that with any sort of distaste, because those people were who made the recess hour worth enjoying. Also thanks to them for making me really enjoy Warrior Cats despite knowing very little about it :)

Do I write smut on this plane or do I act like a normal person and sleep for an hour and a half?

hey everyone! another day, another world thought up only to be cast aside into the infinite void of forgetfulness that was only spawned on a base instinct

Introducing King Andrew VII.

Andrew is 19. His coronation was yesterday.

He rules the Greater Realm of Colors, a millennia old constitutional monarchy. The largest nation in the world and considered the most important, Andrew has big boots to fill.

His father, King Andrew VI, died under mysterious circumstances. Whispers among the royal court spread rumors of poison.

Andrew was not the original heir. The throne would have fallen to his older sister, Luana. However, she unexpectedly committed suicide when told it was time for her to take her crown.

Amidst this intrigue, Andrew is woefully unqualified---and he knows it. Andrew is not prepared to take power. As a royal child thought to be out of the line of succession, Andrew was raised complacent---lest he develop a lust for power and... force developments. He was permitted to develop his creative passions. It was something that would make good impressions of the royal family and keep him content (supposedly. That's how you knew neither of his parents were artists). Point is, Andrew is an artist---not a king.

Andrew doesn't want to be king, but there's nobody to shift the crown to. He knows that if he abdicates, it would throw the nation into chaos as power hungry militants and politicians fight for control. His best hope is that he'll be forgotten in the history books and that nothing will happen during his reign.

Unfortunately, parliament doesn't seem to be aware of his wish. A growing number of seats have been going to a national militant party, whipping the realm's population into a radicalized frenzy.

Andrew has no clue what to do in the face of this growing concern. In fact, he'd have no clue what to do even if everything were perfect and normal. He has nobody to turn to for help. His family is gone and his advisors are manipulating him for personal gain. And he knows. And they know he knows.

In addition, his advisors are trying to rush his courting process, lest he die and leave neither heir nor partner. The problem is Andrew is having a sexual orientation identity crisis because he's young like that and they have no clue whether to get him a guy or gal or neither. At this point, they'd prefer if he were gay so they could just get him to adopt an heir. After all, it's easier to manipulate a 19 month old king than a 19 year old one.

Uh so I have no idea how to conclude this lorepost. Yeah. Poor Andrew. I'll probably do more lore with him. After all, there's like a big mystery about how his dad died and stuff. yeahhhhh