#GET SMOOCHED IDIOT

[ronanxing]

how about a kiss for good luck?

[virune]

[violet-stormbringer]

You're talking a lot of shit for someone in kissy range.

[solomiracle]

"levi has a big forehead" YEAH MORE ROOM FOR KISSES‼️‼️

[deviousdiesel]

This was literally one of the last few drawings I made before my tablet had to get replaced that time and it cracks me up so bad

[general-kalani]

Gives John a smooch @renewingfire

He stares at Pace...

SMOOCHSMOOCHSMOOCHSMOOCHSMOOCHSMOOCHSMOO-

[corvidscreams]

Smoochies

[mrbexwrites]

OCKiss 2024- Prompt Darkness

Opening scene from the first draft of Blood Harmony. There's a kiss in there, I promise!!

I didn’t feel pain; only the impact as the bullet lodged itself into my left shoulder.  I gritted my teeth, and forced myself onwards, ignoring the warmth of the blood as it ran down my arm, slicking my hand, where I had, by some miracle, managed to keep a grip of the knife.  My target, the Archeon Demon, lowered the silenced pistol, tucking it into his suit jacket. Several of the startled party guests, soaked by the sprinklers, ran past him, and for a second, I lost sight of him. I thought he would have used the scared herd to make his own escape, but as they made their way to the fire exit, he was still there.  His blue eyes met mine, and I could have sworn that the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. He adjusted the cufflinks of his shirtsleeves, smoothing his navy blue suit. He stood like he had all the time in the world, nonchalant that I was about to send him back to hell.  “I assume that this is your doing, Mavis?” He had to shout to be heard over the fire alarm that rang out, and the screams of the fearful crowds that remained in the art gallery. Below me, I could hear the pops of gunfire as the rest of the Hunters made their way through the crowds, dealing with the lesser demons in the building.  With my free hand, I tried to push my thumb into my shoulder, stemming the bleeding, but only managed to lodge the bullet further into the shoulder socket.  Around me, the paint from the canvas was running down the walls, and several paintings had disintegrated due to the amount of water being released.  “Such a waste,” the Archeon shook his head sadly. His sandy hair was plastered to his head, and rivulets ran down his face into his neatly trimmed beard.  I didn’t have much time left; I could hear the others shouting. I hoped that most of the civilians had made it to safety.  A few casualties would be worth it; a regrettable price to pay for putting an end to the life of the Demon who stood before me.  I swung out as best as I could, but he simply stepped backwards out of my range, the knife not even slicing the material of his jacket.  He caught my wrist, twisting it painfully, and the blade fell from my bloodied hand. I winced in pain, as the fire tore up my arm to my shoulder.  With his other hand, he grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into the wall, knocking the wind from my lungs. Spots danced before my eyes as my head bounced against the exposed brickwork.  “It’s such a shame that we have to meet like this, Mave,” his eyes darted quickly, as if he was trying to study my face. I tried to pull myself free, but he was stronger, and had me in a firm grip. He hushed me, and shook his head sadly. “She never wanted this for you, you know that don’t you?”  “Go to back hell,” I bared my teeth at him, and tried again, in vain, to break free of his grip.  “It’s not a place I’ve actually been,” his lips quirked again into an almost-smile. “I have to admit that you’ve actually surprised me. I never thought James and his crew would ever dare to attack in public.” Good; I had to keep him talking. I could just run down the clock. I couldn’t look at my watch to know how much longer we had, but it couldn’t be long. I felt at peace; my sacrifice would allow my father to achieve our mission, and I’d have helped defeat an Archeon.  He kissed me, fiercely and passionately. His lips were pressed to mine, and the whiskers of his beard brushed against my face.  His eyes widened and he stumbled backward, clutching his abdomen. With the back of one hand, I wiped my lips, spitting out blood. With the other, I tossed away his gun that I had unloaded into him.  “I’ll see you in hell,” I gave him a bloody grin as the building shook as the first of the explosives we’d rigged to the supports blew.  The world ended in a flash of white, roaring heat, and then blackness.

[loveabletechnopath]

Like and reblig if u would kiss ur oomfies with tongue

.w.)b

[kirktism]

shut up look at him

A little peek at a doodlepage I'm currently cleaning up. Where's Jimbo going

[hawberries]

kissies and meditation

[somegrumpynerd]

@wickjump I was still thinking about them swinging each other around when they reunite so here are your special little guys c:

Also because I have to be silly or I'll die

[fatuismooches]

I know that Dottore is smart and all - but the idea of occasionally oblivious Zandik is so funny to me, because come on all geniuses slip up sometimes.

What if in their Akademiya days, reader wore just a bit of make-up to cover up the staple 'overworked scholar' look. They've been doing this way before meeting Zandik, so he just naturally assumes that yes, somehow this one person is always glowing and radiant. Some people are just naturally more aesthetically pleasing than others (he thinks they're pretty but he'd never admit that to himself).

Until one day reader just didn't have time to do their usual routine so they get to class, bare face and all. Zandik sees them, his brows immediately knitting together as he scans their face.

"... Are you sick?" He bluntly asks. Seeing how his friend had this pallor, their eyes appear more sunken - he even sees some discolorations on their skin, what caused so many blemishes overnight—

"I'm not wearing make-up." Reader deadpans, their lips folded into a thin line, unimpressed by the comment.

"... Ah."

The conversation ends there.

Centuries later, Dottore is reminded of that very, very brief conversation whenever he least expects it.

Adding to the make-up ask: "... Remember that one time you thought that I naturally had glitter on my eyes?" "It was a lapse of judgement." "A lapse of judgement that lasted an entire year apparently." "..." "I had glitter on my cheekbones too—"

Zandik, the Akademiya student that had sworn to himself to surpass the intelligence and strength of the Gods above, to have humanity itself reach that level; the one whose classmates whispered about his flawless projects and papers (that were honestly pretty boring to him), who was a begrudging genius - the same man who also happened to be an idiot every once in awhile around you.

Dottore had never cared much for looks, and that still applied to you, but he still had to notice how put together you were. Even after all nighters, you still looked lovely- fine, he meant to say. To be honest, perhaps he was more focused on your lips - are they supposed to appear that soft? He doesn't know, his ones definitely aren't, and it's not like he goes around looking at others' lips! And he definitely doesn't stare at yours! What a foolish thing to even think about.

Regardless, he doesn't care to question it anyway. You do always say he has naturally fluffy and soft hair. He'd thought it'd be reasonable for him to think you were naturally glowing! And some of his peers have odd characteristics too - animal ears and tails - and no one bats an eye...

Now, for Zandik to even inquire as to your health is proof that his words come from genuine concern, not rudeness, but of course, for him to question your face as being sick has you incredulous! If it wasn't way too early in the morning you would have laughed! The scholar stays quiet and tries to ignore your squinting look for the rest of the class, internally cringing at himself - only because he likes you enough to feel a bit of guilt for his words.

Although you were a bit annoyed back then, now whenever you think of the memory, you start laughing at the now Harbinger's previous idiocy. Whenever Dottore hears you cackling, he already knows you're going to bring up something stupid he did.

[slayersins-art]

@celestialrealms you’re absolutely correct

getting handsy with the invocatio trio 3/3

[tamagoneko]

Scandalous!!

inspired by this post!

[khoracat]