Except... pets are loved, of course. And Tim didn't just say, 'somebody else's weapon,' now did he.

None of us are normal about "think pink", friend. That fic does not exist for ANYONE to be normal about. If people are normal about it, I wrote it wrong, hahaha!

Funny story, though: Kon having that "pet vs. weapon" thought process is actually one of the parts of the story that I always felt I'd written really awkwardly and honestly might be the part I feel like I wrote MOST awkwardly, it still tends to jar me when I reread it. So it's nice to hear it worked enough for you that it made a lasting impression, haha! 😆

I'd noticed that I hadn't gotten a post notif for a while, but only today realized it's been a month or so since your last activity on tumblr.

Tumblr isn't real life, but it is made of real people, and I want to make sure the real person who goes by the username suzukiblu is alive and well, and knows that their absence is noted. Not because their creative work is unfinished, but because their presence is valued.

I hope that things are as well as can be, and that your world hasn't tilted too far off its axis of late. If they aren't or if it has, only know that you are in my thoughts and heart.

PS - Sorry to add to Mount Inbox!

listen, man, Mount Inbox is just a mountain RANGE at this point, hah, it can't be tamed, but I appreciate the check-in either way, ty. 🩷 it's just been very busy over here and I haven't had much real downtime, alas.

( also I might need a meds adjustment, I'm realizing, but that's its own thing cough cough. )

Tim leans up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and is safe to feel anything around. And Kon feels—

Okay, some distant little part of Kon thinks even as he kisses back, because of fucking course he's gonna kiss Tim any time he gets to; because of course he'd never miss the chance to kiss Tim, at least as long as he's got it. But . . . okay.

The contact of his tongue is electric, a filthy, claiming gesture that makes Kon’s entire frame shudder. Anyone standing near him would smell the unmistakable spicy-sweetness of those glands on the alpha's breath, and the implication of exactly how that scent made its way to his mouth. With a deep, extended growl that vibrates through his fucking psyche, Bernard latches onto that spot with lips and tongue and just the gentlest bit of teeth, and worries at it until Kon's thighs clamp around him with a keening cry.

*hit send and hide*

"Try harder, bitch," Match says, because Superboy's nails aren't sharp enough, because Superboy's teeth are too sharp, and Superboy just blinks blearily at him, hands still fisted in his sleeves and expression dazed. He looks like as much of a useless idiot as ever; looks like he's only half-following what he's saying.

"Uh?" Superboy says, his voice coming out raspy and pitchy. Match curls his lip enough to bare fang, and Superboy shudders against him, his expression going even hazier and his center of balance swaying in towards him.

"Better," Match allows, and kisses him again.

disregard if this happened a long time ago and I just haven't noticed bc I keep the "entire work" page of TP loaded in a tab on my phone at all times for normal reasons

lol yeah that's been up there. I'm pretty sure I actually posted the fic with that tag already on it from the start, but it's definitely been there for a while either way.

I've recorporealized a bit now and realize that I may have had a slightly outsized emotional response I stand by every word I said, and even by your exceptionally high standards, this is an emotional masterpiece.

listen man "oh no someone enjoyed a thing i wrote TOO MUCH and then they told me WHAT they enjoyed about it oh nooooo~" is not a sentiment that I even remotely vibe with, haha, I cannot even FATHOM experiencing that sentiment. You can crash out over literally anything I write, in fact, do your thing. Crash out to your whole heart's content, hah. 💙