#//love you wet cats

[ask-ruikasa-official]

ruikasa make out in closet (not clickbait)

tsukasa pov instead of rui this time.. :3

it’s a little bit clickbait it’s more drunk tsukasa kissing a slightly buzzed rui

tags-ish & tws// mentions of alcohol, implied intoxication, slightly sexual themes, tsukasa is drunk, tsukasa is a lightweight, tsukasa is having spicy but not explicit fantasies, rui is trying to be a good boyfriend, rui is a little drunk

tsukasa looked around at the awkward led strip lights, crinkling his nose. he hadn’t seen rui since he went to grab drinks, so he awkwardly shuffled past the college students to reach his lover.

“rui, love?”

“oh, tsukasa-kun! perfect timing~ what drink do you want? i didn’t know they had a selection.” rui beamed upon seeing his boyfriend.

“oh.. hm.. the watermelon one sounds good.”

“of course, love! the watermelon kiwi seltzer?”

“yeah.” tsukasa nodded, intrigued.

“okay, fufu~”

rui handed tsukasa the ice-cold can, standing up and stretching before opening a can of his own.

tsukasa wandered around, trying to get used to the odd taste of the seltzer. kiwi had never been his favorite, but the watermelon helped offset it.

rui was mingling with everyone else, an air of easy charisma surrounding him. tsukasa didn’t go to his university, and didn’t want to outshine his boyfriend.

tsukasa watched the clock tick as he sat at an old couch, the uncomfortable fabric scratching his bare legs — shorts may not have been the best idea. he was still finishing his drink, and the clock seemed to tick at a more irregular pace, the more he consumed.

tsukasa went back for another drink, not even reading the label and not caring when it tasted different. that one he felt as though he’d finished quicker. rui broke away from the conversation, taking tsukasa’s hand.

“was that your second drink, my dear?”

“yeahh.. why?”

“ah, no reason. you do seem a bit dizzy.” rui cooed, tilting his head slightly.

“mee?? noo..” tsukasa slurred.

“yes~”

tsukasa stared at rui’s lips. did they always look that kissable?

his eyes, glazed over, traveled across rui’s body. rui, seeing an opportunity, lead tsukasa upstairs.

“let’s take a moment to cool off, my star~ you’ve had a lot of alcohol.”

tsukasa nodded, his mind in a haze. he wanted his hands on rui’s body. rui took him to a guest bedroom, running his hands through tsukasa’s hair.

tsukasa, head spinning, leaned in close to rui. rui backed up a bit instinctively, startled by the potent smell of alcohol.

“oh, goodness, tsukasa—“

rui ran into a door, realizing it slid open to reveal a small closet. a bit of privacy would probably be good to keep tsukasa’s reputation pristine.

“come here. we can sit down together.” rui said, lowering himself onto the closet floor.

tsukasa was flushed, getting onto the floor. he sat in rui’s lap, wrapping his legs lazily around rui’s waist.

the smell of alcohol on tsukasa’s breath was strong, but rui had adjusted. tsukasa wanted to kiss him so bad. he wanted to put his hands on rui and hold him as they kissed.

“you smell nice…” tsukasa trailed off, hands wandering around rui’s chest and shoulders.

“do i?”

“mhm..” tsukasa tried to put his hands under rui’s shirt, but rui gently stopped him.

“not right now. you’re not sober, my love. i can’t, in good conscience, do that.” rui cooed, pressing a kiss to tsukasa’s forehead.

tsukasa, in a move swifter than anything else he’d done that night, kissed rui hard. cheeks flushed and hands shaking, he grabbed at the back of rui’s hair, fingers curling around the soft strands. his touch was desperate, feeling rui’s soft skin.

“tsukasa-kun—“ rui murmured against the kiss, but tsukasa was holding on with a starving fierceness. he was touch-starved, and was more aware of it.

rui gently pushed tsukasa away. “look, we can make out, but not tonight. you’re intoxicated, my dear~”

tsukasa pouted, his eyes unfocused.

“come on…”

“no, my love. let’s take you home and get you into bed—“

tsukasa kissed rui again, but rui shut that down quicker this time.

tsukasa was whining as rui held him, trying to keep him calm.

“it’s okay, tsukasa-kun. do you wanna go home?”

“nooo…”

“too late~”

[teddybeartoji]

catching neighbor!toji having a smoke in front of your shared apartment complex. he's wearing a grey hoodie and a jacket and just a simple black cap and at first you think that you won't say hi because you don't really know each other and it's late and it's raining and you just don't want to be weird. but then he looks up from under the cap and meets your surprised gaze. he gives you a small nod before pushing off the wall and opening the door for you.

he doesn't say anything, he doesn't smile either – he just holds it open so you can scurry inside and get shelter from the rain. you mumble a quick thank you and receive a quiet hum in return but before you can say or do anything else, the door falls shut, leaving him standing outside under the small roof with the cigarette still hanging between his lips.

[merlins-art]

Pathetic podcast protagonist is such a male dominated industry

Petition for more women to be pathetic podcast protagonists. Like yes queen, experience the horrors

[dykealloy]

god's favourite ragdoll princess and the most miserable girl in the world

[liimonadas]

i blacked out and suddenly theres 4 edgeworths on the canvas

bonus design notes edition

[cheriboms]

everybody was very nice on my last post(s) so !!! more cole and manfred be upon you :D

[singaporehelmet]

orange cats + lando norris (pt. 2)

[mochirizu]

the voices won (torbek pointy ear agenda)

[corethetrueidiot]

i like mizukana a normal amount

[imaginaryvampire]

I'm super late cause I only recently started playing the game again but HAPPY BORTHDAY YOU LITTLE WEEB 💙

[tubbytarchia]

I don't know what this is all I know is that LimL Joel makes me really emotional

[teddybeartoji]

putting your foot on sunday's lap under the kitchen table as he's drinking his morning coffee just to watch him try to act normal. quietly giggling to yourself, you rub against him and take note of the way his wings twitch – he won't look at you, thinking that it'll be punishment enough. that you'll stop if he doesn't react.

but he's doing more than enough already.

his ears are growing warmer and warmer, a faint flush of pink taking over the apples of his cheeks, and it's all just making you want to push him even further. he looks... cute like this.

he takes another sip of his drink and nearly spits it all out when you put more pressure to his clothed crotch; his slender fingers wrap around your ankle in a fraction of a second and you freeze. but he doesn't push you away like you thought he would – he simply keeps you there, as he finally turns to meet your playful gaze.

his is way darker, his pupils bigger than ever.

the silence in the room is thick and dense, heavier than usual, and your heart stammer behind your ribs. sinking your teeth down into the plush flesh of your lip, you wait for him to scold you.

it's exciting.

the real punishment.

the idea that he'll have you kneeling in front of him, between his thighs, begging for his forgiveness. but you can feel it, he's just as excited as you are.

you wonder whether he's thinking about the same exact thing – about you whispering apologies into his thighs, your lips ghosting over his clothed bulge as he observes you with keen eyes. as he tries to stifle the sounds that'll try to crawl up his throat.

you push into him just a bit more. he squeezes your ankle.

he doesn't look away when your lips curl up into a smile.

defiance.

you're testing him.

and he can't wait to discipline you.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[mizzfizz]

touya who slinks himself on you, head in the crook of your neck, arms around your waist and follows you around your shared apartment while you make breakfast

[7cfc00]

another GREAT normal oak moment

[alt ver. under the cut]

i probably broke like 5000 different comic lettering rules in doing this. but,

[moonchild-in-blue]

Have you ever noticed how Vessel has never actually said the words "I love you"? Like. He says it many, many times - each breath he takes is a confession - but he has never said it.

It's always "my love is / as (...)", "I'm full of the love you want", "like lovers", "your love", "(...) falling in love with me". The closest we get is "I made loving you (...)". Which still isn't quite the same as saying I love you.

It's almost like he needs to put some sort of barrier between what he feels and what he knows it's the truth to lessen the blow. Because he does love them, and will continue to do so, forevermore. No matter the cost of rain, through death. He's theirs unconditionally, even if it hurts him, right?

But they don't feel the same. He knows that. He begs for it, for them to fall for him, to take a bite, show him what it's like.

Vessel knows that they want his love, companionship, worship, whatever you want to call it, the way a wolf wants its prey. He knows that they keep him around, keep pretending to be falling in love with him, merely as play thing, a means to an end. He knows all of this and keeps loving anyway, knowing that his love doesn't matter.

You don't really love,

you just hate to be alone.

Because hiding behind big, fancy, flourished phrases like "I'll live like I've got missing limbs for you", and "My arms belong around you", and "We go beyond the farthest reaches", and -

And you know I'll be yours Just want to be worth it I will run like the wind till you follow me again

- is much easier than to admit the very simple and pathetic three-worded truth, knowing it is not reciprocated. Not anymore at least (if ever).

If what they say is "Nothing is forever", then what makes love the exception?