a baby that is given birth by epidural labor

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Who could be calling him? 🫣

Art by me, Manu Kwaracy ~

Turtle Frog (Myobtrachus gouldii), family Myobatrachidae, found in Wandoo, WA, Australia

What hath God wrought?!

These burrowing frogs dig forward, like a turtle, and not backwards into the soil, like most frogs.

After pairing up, a couple descends into a burrow, where they later mate, and then lay eggs. The offspring go through the larval stage in the eggs (not having a free swimming tadpole stage).

The feed on termites.

"sit."

it's not a request, it's a command. a command you do not follow, because why would you? you've hardly ever made it easy for keigo when you get like this, why would you start now?

so instead, you stand. arms crossed over your chest with a defiant raise of your eyebrow.

you clearly aren't aware that you already have one foot in the grave with the way you've been behaving. and when his eyes meet yours-- unbeknownst to you it seems, the other foot falls.

you don't have time to even think about giving chase before his palm is against your throat. calloused fingertips dig into the flesh under your jaw to force it upwards so your gaze has no choice but to meet his. what usually was soft and familiar, now burned molten with frustration and displeasure.

"i'm not repeating myself," keigo's voice is low and almost threatening. "sit."

oh, this is new. and it's fun. you're having so much fun pushing buttons that you decide to push harder. your lip curls upward, showing a smirk that reveals teeth. "'m not a dog, kei."

without hesitation keigo tightens his grip around your throat. just enough to restrict some airflow, to make you feel it. he hums in approval when your knees buckle, but he grants you no reprieve. keigo's head tilts slightly, eyes narrowing when yours flutter.

your voice is strained when you speak. "you think that's gonna make me listen?"

he really shouldn't entertain this kind of behavior from you. but since he's this deep already, he might as well get the game back on his rules.

"no," he chuckles. the sound is humorless, rough. his hand guides you to walk backwards until the back of your thighs meet the edge of his desk. he doesn't let go then-- no, his free hand yanks open one of his desk drawers before he starts rifling through like he has a one track mind for a singular item. "but this will."

once his hand finds purchase, he brandishes one black collar, fitted with a ring for the leash attachment and a charm that hangs from the center. keigo turns it over in his hand, tilting your chin upward before reaching to fasten it around your neck.

it's then that your stomach drops. you find yourself squirming, writhing away from his hold, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "absolutely not," you argue immediately. "don't you dare put that thing on me."

to make matters worse for you it seems, keigo uses his brute strength to fight against your squirming, turning you over chest down against his desk. his hips pin your own down, he grabs both your wrists with one hand to pin them firmly behind your back.

and with the other, he fastens the collar snug against your throat. your head turns the moment he buckles it, teeth bared into an indignant snarl. "get this shit off of me--"

keigo doesn't let you finish. his now free hand slides into your hair, pulling at your scalp with a sharp tug-- enough to make you yelp. it shuts you up. inwardly, he smirks in approval.

his hand pushes your head cheek down against the wood of his desk. he leans in, breath hot against the shell of your ear. "bite again and i'll get the muzzle."

you practically hiss in response. "you wouldn't."

you know you're in deep shit by the way keigo just chuckles. using all of his weight to keep you pinned and immobilized. "try me," the hand in your hair jerks upward and your scalp burns. "wanna act like a bitch? you'll get treated like one."

But you SYA fans have to keep it a secret from SYA fans that don't have tumbler- it'll be a little Easter egg secret for the ones that figured out I reside here 😈

Discord SYA'ers- go ham with it 👍👍

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"You are like, the softest cutest thing right now, idk where you got your idea about being big and bad-"

Still scratching the back of his fuzzy neck, the puttering in his chest is the loudest its been, and you can see him struggling to get his wits back.

You can't help but laugh.

"Literal kitten." You grin, "Technokitty."

He frowns at you, with his big boar face, and fuzzy eyebrows, and scar marred skin. His tusks are way longer then when he's human, and without much thought you switch from scratching the back of his neck, to grabbing both his tusks in your hand.

His eyes are intense, absorbing your every move with the dialated look of a wolf that found prey.

"Kittens can't break arms." He murmurs, hands sliding up the bed to circle around the joint of your elbow.

His hands were bigger then before, engulfing your biceps and halting all arm movement.

He lightly squeezes your elbow and it forces you to release your grip of his tusks.

"But kittens do go limp when someone grabs their scruff." You try to say confidently in reference to just moments before where Techno was limp with your touch, but his eye contact is incredibly intense and leaves you feeling skittish.

He puffs a hot rush of laughter at you, chin still perched against your chest, large ribcage still pinning your abdomen to the bed, hips still slotted between yours, and tail lazily waving like a flag.

Still completely flattening you to the bed.

You're suddenly more aware of the position you're in.

He doesn't say anything after his puff of laughter, but there's a clear idea in his head as he releases one of your arms, hand quick to slid up under your neck to palm at the base, fingers sliding up into your hair from the roots-

His hand tightens, a gentle but firm pressure that pulls your head upward, exposing your neck.

He scruffed you. By the neck.

As if to say, 'Who's really the kitten?'

A chittering noise in your throat bubbles up, and with your one free arm, you drop your hand onto his snout-

You felt embarrassed- you could feel the heat rushing to your face and his all consuming gods damned eyeballs wouldn't stop being deadlocked onto you

"Alright buster-" you thrash yourself, trying to fight back, "You need to learn your lesson."

You shove his snout off you, wriggling to get out from under him, and you can feel the laughter in his chest.

The hand behind your neck releases, like he can sense your fluster and knows to give you your space.

He's shifting back, human features quick to align themselves into a prideful and amused facial expression. Too cocky.

The urge to knock him down a peg or two is strong.

He relents, anchoring himself up off of you with a snarky laugh.

He won whatever this was- and out of spite, as soon as he was sitting on the side of the bed with both feet against the floor, you bumped your forehead against his arm and nipped at him.

Nothing painful, no force behind your jaw, but a clear drag of your sharper teeth against skin, ending with a pinch and release.

His eyes flick in your direction, and you're immediately filled with a giddy fear- the kind of fear that you get when you're playing tag and the chaser is right behind you as you run.

Your fight or flight flickers to life and it screams RUN.

You fucking flounder off the bed, squealing as you attempt to run by, dropping to the floor.

That lasted all of two seconds as Techno snatches you up before you even make contact. Before you can even get to your feet and start to flee.

His grin is downright evil, hauling your body up into the air, rising to his feet to really increase how much you were dangling.

One hand was against your back, fisting the fabric of your shirt and pulling you into reach of his other arm, which hooks around your ribcage and presses your back to his chest.

"Alright- okay- I show mercy and you pick another fight- I see how this is-" he grits, evil.

You're laughing so hard, flailing in an attempt to be released, but with how hard you're laughing your attempts are downright pitiful.

"Alright- where should I bite as payback- huh?" He huffs, glowering down at you as you grin in pure glee and giddy fear.

"NOoO-" you laugh, all attempts at coming up with an actual argument reduced to a single word.

"Forearm?" He says, using his free hand to grab your arm, forceably pulling it to his face, and you feel him press his closed teeth to the skin.

"NoOooo-" you whine- tugging your arm out of his hold and grabbing his wrist to try to keep him from further manhandling you.

"Shoulder?" He says, curling around you to press his closed teeth to the fabric of your shirt. You still feel his tusks through the fabric.

"TEchnoooo-" you shimmy, looking down at the floor in hopes that the arm keeping you held against him loosens enough for you to drop and run.

"Neck?" He says.

His voice drops to the most serious it could sound, and you genuinly can't tell if it's a part of the bit or if he's actually serious, but the next moment you feel his closed teeth gently resting against the outer layer of skin on your neck and you freeze.

Hot breath pans all across your neck, sending goosebumps scuttling across you.

No bite. Just a threat. Skin untouched other then the teeth resting against it.

You could feel his grin, feel as it started to drop into something more serious.

Hear as he took in an unsteady breath.

Hear his chest gently come to life with a deep rumble.

Before you could say anything, he nipped you, just as gently as you did, only his tusks dug at you, not breaking skin, but dragging in a way that almost hurt.

You audibly 'meeped'. Going limp in his hold and Techno proceeded to set you on your feet and peel himself off you.

When you turn around to look at him (your eyes all wide with how flustered you were) he's already laying on the bed, back facing you and curled into a ball.

"You win- scram nerd-" he says- refusing to look at you. Like he just embarrassed himself. You catch sight of his ears, flushed completely red.

one day i’ll write something not based on a song but today is not that day. chappell roan’s coffee came on and this asshole’s face plagued my thoughts for the entire 3 minutes and 25 seconds. anyway. hurt/no comfort sorry hawks lovers hes so exbf to me 💔

The first time you see his name light up your phone again, it’s been 42 days. You counted.

Not out loud, not in some petty fit of desperation, but in quiet moments when your hands weren’t busy and your chest ached. The time since the last “hey” felt heavy in your mouth, but you didn’t reach out. You let it stretch like a rubber band you were sure would snap on its own.

And then—

[text message – 9:02 AM]

keigo 🕊️

coffee tmr? just coffee.

i’ll behave. promise.

🍃Today's Miku figure is:🍃

GENDER AND SEXUALITY REVEAL WOAW!!! WOAW!!!

These are my flags for pride month (trans, gay, asexual, nonbinary)!

i'm def aroace, but the little attraction i feel is mostly towards men and nonbinary ppl. i mostly feel aesthetic attraction towards women. it's really the label for the most part. it's too complicated.

i also identify as agender! i am mostly comfortable with nonbinary or trans-masc/trans-male labels since it's too hard to explain. i'm just here to exist, man. i'm literally an orange cat in a technoblade sweater.

Smh, I was going to tag you, Cas. Siiiigh. /silly

Here's mine!

The most bisexual woman you will ever meet btw