#Lo Quill ✨

[boiling-potato]

Happy birthday Dad~!! (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)🎉🎉

Tried waiting for you to come home but I was really tired and fell asleep on the couch. (I know you told me not to but I had a good reason this time, I swear! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)) Our other roommates are in their room already sleeping, I just wanted to be the first to greet you! Again, Happy birthday Dad!! 🎉🎉 I really hope you enjoy your special day with the people you love and loves you back! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Side note: I really wanted to draw this on digital but my Ibis paint is crashing at the moment cause I had a lot of art that's strangling my phone at the moment so really sorry ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

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Lo (the guy with the star eye patch) belongs to my beloved friend, @feelin-lo !! ❤️

[feelin-lo]

His Loving gaze

A Werewolf Mez x Human Lo.

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby

If there was one thing he loved, it was his Human's shape.

His broad shoulders, soft chest, plump thighs and his face, beautiful face. Only ruined by that scar. If he knew who did that... well. That's another story.

He loved his human, he way he spoke, the way he acted, all the skills he had. He cooked, he cleaned, he wrote his own tales. He loved his human.

"Mez! I'm home!" His human called, dressed in his usual red attire. He loved him in that colour. He was holding a bag, full of meat and vegetables, was his human going to cook?

"Mez, you here?" He called.

Meztli heard his human. He loved his human.

Meztli ran over to Lo the millisecond that Lo wasn't holding anything, pressing his body onto the plush sofa, his head hurried to his Human's chest. "Miss me huh?" Lo chuckled, caressing the soft hairs on Meztli's head. "You were gone a while. I thought you'd forgotten me" Meztli said dramatically, sitting up on Lo's lap and then falling back onto the arm of the chair, playing dead. "Don't be like that, how could I ever forget you?" The human sighed, sitting himself up and leaning into Meztli.

"I'm cooking tonight. I know that there's a full moon tomorrow and I don't care what you're about to say to me, I am sitting with you." Meztli growled at that, though he knew how stubborn his human was, and he loved it.

Lo got up and went to the kitchen, slipping off his blazer and hanging it up on the way, behind him, Meztli stalked closer and while Lo was cutting onions, he slithered up Lo's frame, taking his hands up the thin turtleneck that his human wore, cold hands against hot skin was a shock and caused the human to jump a little, causing his hand to miss the onion and hit his hand. Lo sighed, looking back to see Meztli's head on his shoulder.

"What have I said about you putting cold hands on me when I'm cooking?" He asked as blood dripped down his hand then forearm.

"don't tell me what to do" Meztli giggled, pulling his human to the floor. Meztli looked down, pulling his tail from his trousers and letting it wag in the air, his floppy ears coming out from his hair. Meztli was a werewolf, and a playful one at that.

Lo looked up, his hand was taken by the werewolf and lo watched with a blush as his werewolf licked a stripe up his arm, catching the blood and swallowing it. "I sometimes see where vampires are coming from" Meztli sighed, letting the flavour roll on his taste buds, the sweet, the savoury and the salty. He lived for it, it was refreshing. He ducked his head forward and caught Lo's lips in a tender thing.

"M-mez, I'm cooking!" Lo said between kisses" "don't care. You've been gone. I've been waiting for you" he objected, hands up the turtleneck once again.

Lo was finally able to get Mez off of him and get back to cooking, a red blush embedded into his pale cheeks. Meztli watched attentively, Lo bandaged himself and got back to cooking, the smell was amazing, a troupe of flavours dancing like ballerinas in the air.

Each of them finding Meztli. And each of them making Mez more and more hungry.

Lo placed food Infront of Meztli and went to get dressed.

He loved his human, he lived for his cooking. And he loved his Human's shape.

Mez was quick to finish, making sure everything was tidy and turned off. And was just as quick to find Lo already in bed, writing more for his books, scenarios and characters alike. Meztli crawled up the bed, his tail wagging happily, coming to Lo's lap once again. "M'tired" Meztli said, placing his hands on the headboard and leaning forward.

"there's space for you" Lo said with a shaky whisper.

"there's always space for you"

[boiling-potato]

Oh goodness-

THE OUTFITS!! AND THEM!! IT'S ✨THEM✨

The art style fits them so perfectly!! I love trickster's hairstyle, Lo's outfit, Meztli's expression and Tom's little ponytail!!! Also YESS!! them in a ballroom!!! You did a great job on it chase! I love it!! Thankss!! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ🙏💕💕💖💖💘💘‼️‼️���✨

Draw or doodle Tom together with psychotic Soliloquy?

this kept me very occupied anon thank you!! i was going for some formal ballroom attire :,D!!! trickster (green) belongs to @boiling-potato meztli (purple) belongs to @aesopsbaby lo (red) belongs to @feelin-lo !!

[justafriendlystranger]

bark bark, I'm ✨alive✨

Are there any ocs of mine you have an interest in?

Any you feel deserve more love?

Any you want to know lore on?

And finally, any of them you see shipped with others, Like Master x... someone, idk, I don't know if Master Quill ships exist 💀

Welcome back lo!!! goodness we sure miss you!! qwq and of course!

the answers for all three questions will be for Logan for me! I feel like he deserves more content!! ^^

Him x north sky!! this ship will forever live in my heart!! :,33

and as for master,, hmm didn't Bp already shipped him with someone? maybe you should go ask them! they're a really talented matchmaker!! ^^

[feelin-lo]

Love bites.

More Bloody Partchment, but I'm making it cute.

Because I can.

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby

A pleasant evening, intertwined with a meal lovingly prepared by candlelight.

The scent of meat was in the air, he liked it raw. Good to sink his teeth in. He was being watched by a red eye, a loving gaze, an eternity in a single glance.

The meat was tender, juicy, succulent. His teeth could easily glide through it, ripping it to shreds with his cutlery, not breaking the ocular contact he had with his lover. His and only his.

He wriggled in his seat, his body happy and warm, they were nothing alike, one was prim and proper. Able to tame a beast with a flash of fangs, while the other was scruffy and violent. Sarcastic and critical.

"How is it?" His eternity asked, his voice a velvety chocolate that Meztli could taste on his tongue mixed with bloody meat, it wasn't easy to feel it's effects. "Perfect" he blushed, tail wagging happily as he swallowed more. So much love, so much to take in. So little time. And with every nibble, he wasn't satisfied, he wanted something more tough. Something supernatural. Ethereal.

The vampire stalked closer, the sound of his heeled boots tapping on the ash black tiles with every step, inching closer, he shivered with each step too, in anticipation, maybe. Or perhaps something more? And before Meztli realised, Lo was beside him.

"then I hope you won't mind..." he said softly, his hand tracing up Meztli's body, guiding the line of his jaw and using his thumb, cleaning off some of the animal blood that dripped from the corner of the werewolf's mouth. "If I were to... have a bite?" He whispered into the fuzzy ears of the seated. Meztli's breath hitched, cold hands against his face was completely unexpected, yet not unpleasant. "Anytime" Mez smirked, smug that he was actually asking this time.

The werewolf took his plate to the kitchen and cleaned it up, then he turned and followed Lo to his room. Despite being a Vampire, Lo doesn't sleep in a coffin, he sleeps in a bed. And Meztli was pushed down onto that bed, where he was met with a soft and tender kiss. "Easy my little ankle biter" Meztli giggled as Lo hurried to Get him shirtless as to not get blood on anything. "That's a new one" Lo cooed, sliding back and lifting Meztli's leg, then using his free hand to pull the fabric or his trousers up, where Lo grazed his fangs against Meztli's ankle.

"G-get it over with" Meztli winced, almost unable to watch. Lo let go and trailed back up to his lovers face "I don't think so, I like it riiiight where I am" he whispered, his voice like velvet and syrup, sticky and horrible to get rid of. He began licking a stripe up Meztli's neck. "You're so careful with me" Meztli said, placing a hand to Lo's nape "I have to be, I wouldn't want to bend you in half"

"sounds like fun" Meztli teased, he knew the thought would send Lo to that same deep crimson colour Meztli so adores and was pleased to be gifted the crimson cheek of his vampire. Just as carefully as he had been previously, Lo wrapped a hand around Meztli's waist and delicately pressed his fangs in, breaking the skin and causing the werewolf to bleed. Meztli winced, he had done this 100 times, yet he was never ready for that first bite, it was almost thrilling.

Lo was seated on Meztli's lap, gentle caressing his werewolf's hair as he drank, he was careful. As careful as he could be, his body shivered, the more he drank, the more he quivered.

"why all the shaking my sweet little vampy?" Mez teased, the vampire finally letting go "You're perfect you know. Everything about you. Inside and out. The texture of your being, the delicate mix of flavours.. and well, your layers. It's enticing Mez, you don't even realize" Lo said, his face a deep pink.

"ngh-" Mez choked, he wasn't used to all this praise from someone he cared so dearly about, but he couldn't find any words to return with, his ears perked up and his tail wagging "You're a good boy" Lo said, testing the waters.

testing was the perfect word in response to what was going on now.

Meztli was faster than he had expected, swiftly swapping their positions but before he could get a word in, Lo seemed to be in complete bliss, his hair was a mess and his body was warm to the touch for once. "I think it's time for bed Lo, you're all red, you're burning up" Mez smirked, leaning down to Kiss Lo again, softly, so so softly. He was just as careful with Lo as Lo was with him. They're both strong, and despite all Mez's joking, he didn't want to fold Lo in half.

"Charmer"

"Ankle-biter"

[feelin-lo]

IM IN LOOOOOOOVE!!!!

ITS SO AMAZING!!! AHHHH

This is what I needed, This has made me feel better I love it so much

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(s): Vampire!Lo , Werewolf!Meztli (Monster AU)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: After a hunt, Meztli wants nothing more than to be pampered by his Vampire. However, that quickly changes when he meets eye to eye with a replica of his beloved.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: EYYY!! I'm back! Sort of,,, I'm trying to get the prizes all out and I'm terribly sorry for going on a hiatus all of a sudden </33 I swear I'm working on alot of projects right now,, but no worries as I promise the winners will all receive their prizes soon! (Hopefully-) anyways~~ I hope you'll enjoy this!!

Ah,,,I really should get a beta reader because this has not been proof read so expect some grammar mistakes!!

1/5 Prize winner: @feelin-lo !

The night was peaceful. With the wind blowing softly, trees in the darkness rustling gently and the soft footfalls of animals scattering away whenever he steps on a branch.

Looking up at the moon, shining ever so brightly, he feels the corner of his lips lifted into a grin. Bringing his hand up, he wipes off the deep red staining his lips and face, however, still leaving a considerable amount behind. Not that he cares, he never did. But he did want to make himself look at least presentable before returning, to the embrace of warmth and comfort. To his home. His Lo.

Meztli reaches the front of the mansion, the tension long gone from his body after his hunt. Placing his hand on the shiny gold knob, he halts in his movements, eyes narrowing in a pensive way at the knob as the moonlight reflection bounced off of it. Meztli feels a growl bubbling up in his throat instinctively, his tips of his ears twitching slightly.

The tension came crawling back into his system, along with a sense of dread that ate him up slowly from within.

It felt as if this wasn't the same house he knew- No. No, it definitely is still the same house..- But, why was it that he could feel an impending and intense energy coming off the now foreign object in his trembling hold?

Voices. Meztli picked up on a distinctive muffled noise.

...

On..multiple voices? Meztli furrowed his eyebrows with confusion before his pupils contracted into tiny slits at the thought of a potential threat in there with Lo.

His eyes flickered with anger suddenly and all fear dissipated from him, now with a new found confidence, his grip loosen from the doorknob. Taking a couple of steps and backing away from the door, Meztli raised his leg, now opting to crash down the door. He feels a smirk tugging on his lips, bearing his white canines that are slightly stained red.

"Oh? Why don't we ask him right now then?"

At that moment, the door flung open with so much force that the hinges creaked violently. It wouldn't be a surprise if the door is now broken. The force on the action sent a gust of wind in Meztli's direction, causing him to plant his feet down instantly while raising both his arms to shield his face.

Meztli's ears were ringing, he muttered a string of curses under his breath at the sudden outburst, finally looking up after he came down from the adrenaline.

Meztli's smirk from before fell from his face, his jaw went slack as his eyes laid upon two figures.

Lo and...Lo..?

No that's not right..

He was taken aback by an unexpected sight. Standing before him was his beloved, but something was amiss. Meztli's eyes widened in disbelief as he realized that standing beside Lo was an exact replica with a sinister aura.

Confusion and tension filled the air as both males turned to look at Meztli. Meztli felt his breath hitched when he locked eyes with the shorter haired twin.

The atmosphere grew tense, almost suffocating.

"Leave him out of this. This is between us." Lo spat, glaring at the other, although having a slight tremble in his voice.

A guttural and loud laugh came from the "twin". He wipes away at fake tears in an attempt an a comedic gesture to taunt Lo. "Oh? And why should I?" He steps towards Lo, a smirk painted on his lips and his half-lided eyes soaked in his terrified expression that he kept well hidden.

"What?" He snickered. "Afraid that our darling will choose me--"

Lo scoffed, cutting him off,

"He's not "our's".. He's not "yours"! And hell, Meztli will never be yours, Master."

Master stared at him, anger swirled in his eyes at being cut off. "You have alot of nerve for someone so..weak." He smirked at him with a curt laugh, causing Lo to ball up his fists.

Their voices clashed with each other, causing Meztli to take a stumbling step back with a clenched jaw, still unable to comprehend the sight displayed infront of him.

As they continued to argue, their voices echoing through the room. Meztli found himself caught in the middle of this unexpected rivalry, torn between the two versions of his beloved.

As the argument escalated, Meztli's emotions swirled within him. He yearned for the love and companionship he once shared with Lo, but now it seemed clouded by this unsettling presence.

Would it be considered bad if he hated the other version of Lo? He despised Master, how he's currently bringing Lo down with his words and how he acted completely different from his love.

Meztli swallowed the lump in his throat, his ears went down, letting the voices drown out as he stared at Master.

..no that wasn't mainly the reason why he hated him so much. Meztli realized with a sour taste on his tongue that the main reason he had this hatred for Master was because he reminded him of himself.

Deep down, he knew that only one of them could truly be his soulmate, and that was Lo.

In the midst of the chaos, Meztli's love for Lo remained unwavering. After all, he was saved by the vampire. He still recalls how foreign it was to have his gentle touch as he took him in. How Lo treated him so delicately and how he looked at him with so much adoration in his eyes.

Master dashed towards Lo at lighting speed, getting ready to attack him.

Before he could even react, Meztli found himself sprinting towards the two, feeling a desperate pull to save and protect Lo from danger.

Meztli held out his hands, widening his stance so that he was shielding Lo behind him fully while he glared at Master. His pupils shrinking into thin slits as he bared his canines at the other Vampire.

Master raised one eyebrow, amused at the display infront of him. The shine of Meztli's sharp claws tainted slightly with blood caught, combined with his flared nose and razor sharp canines that can tear apart flesh, made Meztli look like a violent animal.

A violent and unstable animal that could grow soft at just the mere thought and touch of a vampire.

Master pursed his lips together into a thin line.

"How foolish." Master crossed his arms with a sigh at the scene. He took a step back. Narrowing his eyes at Lo and then at Meztli.

"Do not be too relieved. I'll be back for you, little wolf." With that, Master disappeared just as a thunder struck loudly, into the night sky.

Lo breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank god he's finally gone.." He looked up, realising Meztli is still in a tense action, his soft growling was still audible along with his troubled expression evident on his face. "Mez..it's alright." Lo placed his hand on his shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

This broke Meztli out of his trance, whipping his entire body back to look over Lo. "It's okay, my love. We're okay." Lo whispered, making Meztli look up at him.

Lo smiled and it was as if the angels were blessed when time seemed to slow and the moonlight hit his face at the perfect angle.

Meztli felt his throat burned as if a thousand needles has been plunged into it. His vision blurred and the muddled figure of Lo made the tears well up even more. He threw himself forwards into Lo's arms, knowing, without a doubt, that Lo had already opened his arms out to embrace him.

Meztli refrained from crying out loud, only letting soft sobs escape past his lips despite trying so hard to keep them in.

"It's alright, my love..I'm here."

Then, he knew he was safe with Lo, that it was okay to let all out when hes with him. Meztli closed his eyes, letting his ears rest against his ruffled up hair, his tail swaying lightly as he let himself indulge in the oddly warm and soft embrace of his everything.

[feelin-lo]

I love him

[feelin-lo]

All done!

[feelin-lo]

[feelin-lo]

An archon lost to time.

Here's the Genshin Lo Redesign.

Eat up @boiling-potato

Long ago, During the days of the archon war, The god of fire stood with his best friend. They fought tirelessly and it was not in vain.

The mortal looked to their friend with happiness, they sat with the Seven as the Pyro archon.

However they weren't in the best condition. And in their dying moments, they decreed that the mantle would pass to their best friend.

That mortal rose to godhood, serving their people of fire.

However, the Pyro archon was reborn, they turned their eyes away from the chosen boy, to the reborn archon of fire and flame.

Cursed with immortality he wanders, his name lost to time itself. The only known words of his name, carved into stone.

Geo shall never forget you.

He found his way to Mondstadt, with a blue haired boy, working weekends at a tavern.

The boy knew of this Lost archon, evident by their love of books.

They swore to this archon, following him to the end of his days.

The Anemo god spread songs about him, drifting over Teyvat.

For the traveler, well. Another being to ask if their sibling is in their memory.

His name is Lo.

The chosen god of fire.

[feelin-lo]

Got bored have this little treat:

"An unlikely couple", A Human Meztli x Vampire Lo fic. I thought it'd be cute and I might have to write one the other way around but Human Lo x Werewolf Mez, just because. Anywho, enjoy this little crumb

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby

(also features a little bit of trickster, she belongs to @boiling-potato )

"This is a shitty idea M. I thought you were smarter than this!" The shorter yelled, punching the taller. They knew eachother as roommates, nothing more, Trickster (as she referred to herself) was short and green haired but don't let the height fool you, she's as deadly as poison and as mysterious as the very night itself.

The taller, Meztli. Idiotic yet psycopathic and no one knew how those two parts of his personality mixed. Why were they arguing? Perhaps because Trickster had found out why Meztli had been sneaking out night after night.

"He could fucking kill you numbnuts!" She yelled again, a left hook meeting Mez's kidney "I don't care! I do what I want! Maybe I want him to kill me!" "You'd like that wouldn't you!". They wouldn't shut up. Meaningless arguing.

The argument was stopped by a knock at the door. "I'll get it" The taller sighed, turning with his heel and sauntering to the door, meeting a stranger. The stranger was in extravagant clothing, a red longcoat, a thin black turtleneck that didn't leave much to the imagination, his jacket and trousers both lines with silver and gold details of roses. He held an umbrella over his head and sunglasses over his eyes, long brown hair, tied back lazily so it hung forward slightly. "Lo?" Mez asked, a slight panic in his tone.

The being nodded a bit, holding the the doorframe to hold himself up. "Y-you didn't arrive... I was worried so I tried to figure out where you lived... the lady downstairs told me you were here" He spoke, his voice soft and careful.

"Who is it Meztli?!" Trickster called "The guy you're so worried about!" Meztli called back angrily "a-am I disrupting? I-i can go home..." Lo tried to protest but Meztli pulled him in anyway, and before he could take a step in, Meztli quickly shut all the curtains and blinds so no natural light could peak through. Trickster saw the man in red and glared, eyes not leaving the taller. "Don't worry about her. She's-" "My family hunts your kind you know" she butted in, not taking a second to blink.

The stranger was quiet.

"Oi. Play nice girlie." Meztli snapped back, trickster sighed and went to her room, re-emerging in a dress "He'd better still be alive when I get back" she said, walking out of the door after grabbing her keys and purse.

Neither Lo nor Meztli knew who she was refering to, but they weren't killing tonight.

"Why did you come here Dear?" Meztli asked, taking the umbrella and hanging it up. "I-i ran out of supplies... a-and I can't get any until next week." He explained, taking off his glasses and placing them in his pocket. "That bad, huh? Well... I really need to get you a phone. Saves this situation" Meztli said quietly "Apologies Meztli.. I can still go home if you're busy or-!" Lo was swiftly silenced by soft lips on his own, hands, guiding him to Meztli's room. Once they seperated, Lo had to catch his breath, he really wasn't expecting that. "You can take off your coat and shoes, I'm not fussed" Mez smirked at the proper, who was just as, of not more red than his coat.

Lo gulped and slipped his coat off, placing it on a hook beside the door then bending down to un-lace his boots, slipping them off and slowly walking back to the Human.

Yes, Human.

Meztli slowly traced his hand up to the chin of the embarrassed, slipping his thumb under the warm flesh of his top lip, pulling it aside so the human could get a better look of the fangs the other bared. Lo closed his eyes and quivered, embarrassed as to how red he was and how Meztli was giggling. "This scared me the first time. Now? You're like a cat to be honest" he said, taking his hand away from Lo's mouth and taking his hands instead, leading the fanged man to his bed, pushing him down so he could sit on Lo's lap.

"How about this, I come visit you every day after work, I drop off some animal blood- hey, don't make that face! I'm a butcher, I can't get you human blood. You'll just have to manage until you get sent some proper food ok? And when I see you, I'll let you take a little from me for being such a good and patient boy, ok?" Meztli smiled, pulling Lo's hair from it's hair tie, watching with a smile as it fell, resting on his shoulders "so soft.." he whispered, pecking another soft kiss onto the Vampire's forehead.

Lo let out a shaky breath as he gently massaged Meztli's shoulder "I shouldn't keep you waiting, you were so desperate for a nibble you came to me yourself." The human grinned, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt and pulling the collar down, so Lo had better access.

That morning, Trickster came home, she went directly to Meztli's room, slowly opening the door, completely expecting to see a corpse but instead saw folded clothes on Meztli's chair, messy clothes on the floor and two men in one bed, one covered in bites but both in clothes. Thank... well, whatever deity was there.

She sighed and closed the door, feeling charitable and letting the two sleep in.

[feelin-lo]

Progress check anon here 😆 What are u currently working on? Drawings or maybe even new new facts for ocs? Or new ocssss?

hitting you with the punk tactics

Punk!Lo lives In my head rent free

[feelin-lo]

a little drawing of What Lo wore to visit Human Mez?

[feelin-lo]

Lo Quill, fashionable and funky

I started colouring it then I looked at the time and it's after midnight-

Here's his full outfit, and there will be a follow up tomorrow... and below the cut is some master Lore.

Eat up! @boiling-potato

Master.

Why call himself that? What exactly was he? .

A mental parasite. He leeches onto a host, copies their being and then commits acts to make it stronger. Once it's strong enough, it becomes its own being and then attempts to kill the host.

And if it fails, then it cannot grow even stronger. Master Quill is a merciless being of malice, he feeds on the ambitions and soul of people.

Leaving nothing left.

It doesn't matter who you are, you cross paths with the Master? You become a shell of your own being.

Before the Master had his own body, he and Lo were one in the same, separated only by the pen of the writer. How? Well, Writing calmed Lo down, keeping the parasite at bay. Now he cannot control him and they live seperately.

how fun.

[feelin-lo]

Is lo from England mayhaps?

He is Indeed!

He has a soft accent and originally comes from Maidstone. However he lived in Cornwall for most of his life before moving away.

I love to think that when Lo gets irritated or annoyed at all, his accent gets a bit thicker so instead of being subtle and kind of cool, it's almost impossible to understand what he's saying.

So imagine Lo and Meztli get into an argument and Trickster watches it and just gets fucking confused about what Lo is saying because his accent is so incomprehensible it's hilarious. So instead of being upset about being scolded by Lo, Trickster and Meztli just laugh and find it funny, causing Lo to yell more.

Trickster belongs to @boiling-potato

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby

[feelin-lo]

Everyone simping for Master while Meztli pushes him away to find his boyfriend Lo

Honestly? Yeah.

I didn't expect everyone to simp over him, I've had a few asks about anons wanting Master to rip their hearts out-

Meanwhile, Meztli (who is a literal murderer) prefers the soft one of them. And I think it's sweet.

Cause I have this image in my head of Meztli covered in blood or something and then coming home to curl up in Lo's lap like a cat or something.

I have about 50 scenarios I want to draw but I need to check them all with Ace first, for example, Take the one I just said but the aftermath,

Where since Lo now has blood on him from Meztli's clothes, he has to wash up and I have this really cute image in my head where Lo runs Meztli a nice warm bath with some bath salts and candles and while he relaxes, Lo reads him a draft for a new book or poem he's working on.

And then Lo cooks dinner (because I like to think that Mez is hopeless with cooking) and they snuggle down together in bed after watching a movie, or perhaps they just go straight to bed!

Anyways, I love those dorks

Meztli belongs to @aesopsbaby