askthevirginmaryam:

I’m Glad For It

> Sitting back with a gentle smile, you knead at his shoulders with both hands, sighing. The purring is nice. It should never stop ever. It is your favorite thing.

Do You Feel Better Then

?

>Get rubbed. Purr louder. That isn’t a thing that’s ever going to stop, either.

a l9t.

(via absylphe)

suffspeare:

contrivertruesight:

You hum in appreciation, and linger on a patch of skin.  You knead it gently, calling red to the spot, but leaving the skin unbroken.  A fresh, red spot remains when you let the skin go, and you kiss it gently, then move on to the next gray patch to coax red blooms from.

A quiet groan builds in your throat and your hand knots in his hair. The slight ache his efforts produce and the tenderness with which he works thrills you, and the groan fades once more to a steady purr, your throat rumbling against his mouth.

Your teeth nip harder at his horn in the meantime, and you drag them lightly along the base once.

(via suffspeare)

spitefulmachinator:

FUCK HE’S A HOMESTUCK]]

[[i am really interested in rping out of fandom
i like to think im friendly and ratakk generally is
but im afraid people flee when they know the truth
its because im a homestuck isnt it
weeps]] 

askthevirginmaryam:

You lean into his hand and open your eyes, blank eyes boring into him.

“I… I would not want to impose, but… perhaps it would be good for both of us. If we stayed together. Just for a bit, until I’m not… well, this.” You take a deep breath and laugh a little, though the hollow quality of it is a bit more truth-telling than you’d like it to be.

“I wish… I didn’t bother people. I am a nuisance to a great number of others, I really am. I feel so useless in situations like this…” You wrap your arms around him and sigh quietly, absently batting his hair back and forth with your fingers.

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I know I’m not alone, I know you’re going to say that I am not bothering you and I know that it’s not going to get much better from here, but I’m going to keep hoping for it and hurting myself anyway. I’m insufferable that way.”

You bring the sleeve of your sweater up to wipe what’s left of your tears from your face and give him a small smile, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you for listening, Sir Ratakk. I apologize for rambling.”

You give a light sigh, more out of contentment that she has somewhat calmed than out of annoyance. You wish she did not assume she was an irritation so often. In the meantime, you return her kiss to the cheek.

“You are not bothering me,” you echo. ”Truly, helping trolls is what contents me. And between you and I, I am far happier than I was at the time of my arrival in the bubbles. It can get better. You need only allow it the opportunity.”

Absently, you run a hand through her hair. ”I will very much enjoy your company. In fact, I will go ahead and put in a block for you.” You shift your focus temporarily to the hall, creating a new block. ”And already done. The first door on the right is yours. At the end of the hall, the right is my block, and the left, Karkat’s. Don’t be afraid to come to me, should you need anything.”

Your hand comes back around to her face, taking her cheek and making her look at you. ”I will be the judge of how insufferable one is.”

(via absylphe)

maternal-mistress-maryam:

You sigh and squeeze his hand lightly, considering his words. You suppose it would be easier to reassure him if you knew all the details of his rebellion, but with all records of what occurred eradicated, and with your hesitation to ask him for a history lesson, you are fairly out of luck.

Instead you work with the first and last part of his statement.

You Have Never Helped Anyone
Ratakk That Is The Single Most Ridiculous Thing That I Have Ever Heard You Say
Do You Not Remember That You Helped Me Overcome My Fear That I Was A Coward

Now you draw on what little you have learned from him about his revolt against the Highbloods.

Perhaps You Did Not Succeed In Overthrowing The Highbloods
But You Did Manage To Unite The Low Bloods
You Gave Trolls With No Chance At A Future Hope
And Gave Them Something To Fight For

That Being Said
You Are Hardly A Weak Troll
You Have Forced Yourself Through Times That Most Trolls Would Have Never Dreamed Of Going Through
Much Less Actually Succeeded On Facing

And From What I Remember
Despite Your Capture And Humiliation
You Had The Strength And Courage To Continue To Act Out Against The Condesce Even As You Were Awaiting Execution

You offer him a wider smile and lift your free hand up to his cheek.

You Should Also Remember That I Have No Hopes Of Abandoning You
So You Neednt Fear Losing Me

Her words actually reach you, surprising as that is. You can’t really deny the validity of her points or her heartfelt tone. In fact, you actually feel a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth. You make sure she sees it before it fades away again, taking her hand in yours and actually looking her in the face.

Thank y9u. That is quite the reassurance.

You squeeze both her hands gently.

And sure enough, the smile eventually falls away.

I’m n9t that tr9ll anym9re, th9ugh. That was l9ng in the past. Time changes tr9lls. And s9 d9es death.

You turn away again, hands releasing hers in order to fuss with your hair. You tug the leather ribbon out and attempt to comb your unkempt tangles with your fingers to tie the musclebeast tail back up as you speak.

It isn’t c9mpletely different. 9ne can ch99se whether she wishes t9 feel dead 9r alive. Even after s9 l9ng, I d9n’t want t9 feel dead. I d9n’t want t9 6e num6. 6ut there is still… A h9le. A v9id, that I cann9t escape. As if I t99k a cann9n6all t9 the chest, and the w9und left a gap where part 9f my s9ul sh9uld 6e.

You ultimately fail miserably in your attempt to tie your hair back and drop your hands into your lap along with the ribbon.

ju2tabaddreamii2ntiit:

/snicker/

oh 2hiit diid you break 2omethiing old fart?

that’2 a 2hame, 2hould ii call the ho2piital?

I
WILL
KILL
YOU

STOP 

(via iillu2iionary)