#cue the queue

That hylian form is looking real good!! (Go get em tiger) I'm sure link is enjoying it :3

But I'm curious, will this be a permanent change? I hope so, haha

Warm regards,

Goodness I hope it's not perminant - Hylians are so pointless with their lack of wings.

However I look good in whatever form I take. I have a great talent for it.

I shall not confirm or deny Link's thoughts on my current prediciment.

daily Pokèmon #0402: Kricketune

I had been treating Kyle like a nuisance; a prankster demon planting thoughts in my head and cackling when I realize it’s a intrusive thought not an impulse. Although that kind of pretend play had actually been an effective shortcut to stop myself from dwelling on intrusive thoughts, it’s not a sustainable attitude to have towards a part of myself.

Now I know he’s looking out for me in his own weird way. Like a worried parent telling you everything not to do on your way out the door, or more like someone yelling out all the risks in order to scare you into being more careful. It’s still annoying to get a reminder you didn’t need, but it's nice knowing it comes from a place of care.

Barty loved messing about with Evan’s hair, lush and soft as it was, pulling the coils to watch them bounce back into place, to brush the knots out and put them in silly styles, which Evan let him do without thought as he played chess against Peter–and lost, of course.

At the moment, though, they were in bed, grinning–or Evan’s version of grinning, anyway–at each other in the afterglow, a mesh of Evan’s platinum blond hair curled around Barty’s pointer finger.

“You’re beautiful,” Evan whispered into the darkness, as if he had any right to speak on matters of beauty when he was walking around with his face as it was–sharp features looking soft in the low light, lips red and wet from pleasing Barty so thoroughly, hair a little bit damp and stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Unable to stop himself, and not wanting to, Barty leaned in to lick the taste of himself off Evan’s lips, and got lost in it, in how he was simply allowed to lick the inside of Evan’s mouth, how he could feel it on his inner cheek when Evan licked at his teeth, tongue tracing over and over the chip in one from a particular fight with his father.

Having to drag himself away by sheer force of will, Barty leaned their foreheads together, noses just barely touching. “I love you, Evan,” he confessed, as if it were a secret. It wasn’t–wasn’t even the first time they’d said it.