#cerise fourt

[dreamtydraw]

In honor of Derek's birthday being yesterday -- can we hear about Cerise & Derek?

*inhale* DEREK MY BOI I FAILED U I FORGOT TO DRAW SOMETHING FOR YOUR BIRDYYYYY NAAAAAAAAAUR

*stop sobbing* WELL THE LOVERBIRDS-

I made a post once with tons of fun facts and like, a sort of large plan on how they must have liked each other when they were young (here)

But now let’s focus on some details of their actual show of affection.

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Cerise is a hugging person, when she doesn’t talk she compensates with physical touch if comfortable enough and Derek is the first victim.

Holding hand, hugs, cuddling, arm pat, hair brushing you name it.

-Despite being taller in step 2, Cerise constantly hides behind him. (She asked for no pickle), which lead to comicly absurd situation where Derek try to be the brave one and cerise just look behind him.

This doesn’t work anymore in step 4, not only he’s now taller but also bigger, and she dosen’t need to try to be hidden now.

Despite not having seen each other in a while, some habits come back fast, and here goes holding hands again.

Right at the bus station, after she ran out to hug him tightly, they walked hand in hand as if 5 years didn’t stand between them.

-Cerise is scared of heights to the point she doesn’t go on the balcony but still hops on the Ferris to have a moment with derek.

-Early bird vs needs 30 min to wake up.

Derek is all « rise and shine, wake up sleepy head the earth says hello :D » type of person. He had time to go to the gym, go grocery shopping, take a shower, and make breakfast, Cerise woke up 10 min ago and her brain was loading it’s function on the sofa, she needed 20 more minutes.

The first night they spend in the same bed Derek wakes up early as always and here goes the hardest morning he ever had: don’t wake up the orange cat sharing your bed.

-They both have different dinner to go with each other which mean they are both in the kitchen at the same and it offers some sweet moments.

-lazy game nights where they just replay games they used to play when they were 13.

-Idk if you see the Reddit post about a guy leveling up his gf catching ability by tossing her random stuff constantly, derek would do that

-They celebrate the small victory of figuring out their life. Did your portfolio get accepted? Going out eating with the family.

-The ultimate siblings reunion- Liz takes her role as the oldest very seriously

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

-- @fourt asked: Rough Touch Starters [GRIP] - Sender grips the receiver’s chin, forcing them to look at the sender. ═══CANON VERSE═══

Metallic fingers grasp into his pale skin, digging in tight to force the mage's clouded gaze to look at the mask before him, unable to see the finer details adorning it, but sensing the obsession and frustration underneath--or perhaps it was pride? His wide, everstaring eyes bore into the mask as his lips trembled underneath his gaze, letting the man's gaze caress his face like the summer's breeze kisses the flowers within the fields. A pale visage lay before him, blurred and only worsening...

Cerise began to stain the corners of his vision, the wound upon his neck was deep and sinfully elegant in its placement, a red rose blooming in the mesial crest of his throat. The stems of blood pooled in his collarbone and crawled up his flesh, it was almost beautiful; the way the crimson blossomed like petals opening in the sun. He imagined that, in this moment, to this man, he must appear like some delicate work of art, splattered with red paint and made to only be this way for the last few remaining moments of life. Anyone else would be gasping for breath, gargling prayers to the heavens, and yet...no such thing came from this victim.

No light was present to observed flickering out.

Part of Robin wondered if this man would be disappointed by such a thing, the show not ending as planned as the flowering wound slowly began to retract, its petals closing as though night had fallen upon it. He had been brought forcefully to the moment where words run dry, and no voice left him as he shifted. Defenseless and silent, Robin slowly began to lift his leg, barely remarking how the movement brushed against the man's inner thigh, their bodies ever so slightly entwining as he lay under him in the slightly damp grass that licked his clothing and neck. The motion was delicate, nothing but a whisper in comparison to the deafening gunshot that had placed him in such a position, and he slowly lifted his hand up to grasp his fingers around the stranger's wrist.

His touch did not even seem angry, no bubbling roll of heat lay under his fingertips as he finally swallowed down the last of the blood, a spectacle in its own right as it was made apparent in that moment; he had not blinked a single time. And as the artistic crime drew to a close, the slow growth of dread began; like briars cutting and slicing skin whilst in a rose garden. Why was he not dead? And why was his grip suddenly so tight, would he not let go?

"....Why...so silent, sir..? Did you think that you could snuff me out?"

Even more unnerving than the obvious situation, was the melodic lilt of his voice, as though a harp was being plucked between each syllable, breathy and soft, yet equally musical. Although, rather casually within the moment, he lifted his hand up to rub his eye, freeing it of the blood and giving him a moment of clarity. Cream engravings caught his attention first as he stared into the mask, noting how only one of its eyes had a glint within it. It was intricate and beautiful, in that moment, in this vision...there was music in his mind, and it seemed to disarm him as he breathed out a strange, sweet sigh.

"Well..? Am I given the permission to hear the voice of one so...thoughtful in his shot?"

And his fingers loosened.