SugarKaine

i'm crying over the fact that the Umadol event went from 2 trillion fans needed down to 500 billion man global is ASS, i'm sorry Falcon

Not Fast Enough Evil Version:
          
          Y/N: "I LOVE running and had ZERO difficulty with reaching that goal."
          Tachyon: "I fucking LOVE coffee."
          Cafe: "TEA is better and coffee is DISGUSTING"
          Jungle Pocket: "Running is MID."
          Rhythm: "I like MEN"
          Dantsu: "I still like Ryuji."
          Ryuji: "I also still like Dantsu."
          Shigeo: "I'm still alive(pushing 83 btw)"
          Chorisbar: "I supported my child's dreams."
          
          (I promise I'm working on the chapter it should hopefully be out like Friday or Saturday PST)

uma is a ragebait game n nothing more. i hate it so fucking much.

After spending forever trying to get my login information, I've finally managed to get into my account on Wattpad on my PC. Main reason for why I wanted to do so was that it was easier to copy all my shit into a google doc in case something unfortunate happens and the story disappears. Also, grammar checks.

shit i dropped to #2 on Agnes Tachyon, better hurry my ass up with this chapter

Dantsu Flame deserves more love and attention.

Yo twin u good?
          
          U ain’t updated ur fic in like ten days, and I was starting to get worried.
          
          I’m running low on my dose of PEAK where’s the refuel at???

Holy shit S+ on Tachyon, 16,933!

I've finally... finally hit fucking S Rank with Agnes Tachyon. Holy shit it was so draining. 15,183. Sparks are kinda ass, but whatever. I'm just so happy I've gotten my first S Rank.
          
          

I'm bored, so I think I'll be switching up my daily posts to small writing segments sometimes. The canonicity of these are up to you, idc. 
          Roll Film.
          
          With a soft yawn, Y/N laid down on the couch, one leg hanging off lazily. Glancing to his right, a warm smile spread onto his face. 
          
          "Aren't you two cute," Y/N teased, watching as Tachyon was playing patty-cakes with their 2 year old son Deep Sky on the floor.
          
          Tachyon's smile was visible, painfully so. "Well, your genetics played a large part in his looks. I mean, Sky looks just like you."
          
          Tachyon picked up Sky, lifting him into the air. He giggled, unaware that he even existed as the 3 inch long ears atop his head twitched happily. 
          
          Tachyon turned to look at Y/N. True to her word, Sky was a near spitting image of his father, save for the more "human" assets.
          
          "Don't experiment too much with him," Y/N muttered, turning his attention to his son. "He's a new species and whatnot, but I'd rather his survival over your curiosity."
          
          "This is our child, Y/N," Tachyon spat out, frowning. "I would never harm him. I have you for that."
          
          Y/N remained silent for a second, genuinely stunned. It didn't last much longer till he let out a soft chuckle. 
          
          "Good," he muttered softly. "I'll be your one and only Guinea Pig until death."