#didn’t draw them but id like to imagine he’s kissing his freckles

[braindos]

Making them kiss like dolls

[chaos-in-bright-pink-hair-dye]

The stars still shine as bright

So, @ordinary-dust happy fucking birthday! Since I can't give you a gift irl I wanted to at least write or draw something for you and well why not both actually. I love you and here have this Kobrastar so that you don't have to create all the content for this ship yourself as you said XD

It isn't easy to be brought back into a world that is nothing like the one you left twelve years ago but in the end it doesn't seem as hopeless when you have your partner by your side.

wordcount: 1358

warnings: death mention

Kobra wiped his hands to get rid of the grease and dust, there was something wrong with 27 and he, for the love of the Witch, couldn’t figure out what. He checked and took apart everything at least twice looking for broken gearing, corroded parts, exchanged all the belts and hoses and just couldn’t find what’s bothering his bike so much. Everything seemed in perfect condition yet she always whined and growled in a way that made Kobra’s soul ache when he tried starting her and his inability to fix it was driving him crazy.

The twelve years of standing under a sheet, getting dusted on, uncared for, becoming another ghost of the past really took a toll on her, it was wonder no one stole her, actually. He could probably thank Cherri or Dr. D for that, he was a legend in the zones of course, but when you’re a killjoy there’s no respect for your things after you die, someone needs them more and there’s no arguing with that so no matter how great The Fabulous Killjoys were none of their stuff would be left if it wasn’t for the radio crew.

It was weird to wake up into a world without them, Kobra knew them since his first day in the zones, he couldn’t imagine the desert without Dr Death’s broadcast blasting from the radio on long rides, without Cherri stopping by to brag about another clap he barely made it out of alive or without Newsie’s familiar laugh on the waves. But it’d been three months and they were really gone. And so was BL/Ind. It didn’t feel right, it was all they fought for, all they died for but it just didn’t feel right. The Girl did defeat them and now that there was no revolution, there was no need for four mismatched teens who knew nothing than running on gasoline and gunpowder, there was no place for them anymore, they were out of their time, imprints of the past somehow brought back, lost and trying to find their place in the world they didn’t know and that didn’t need them. They couldn’t go back to their old lives, there were no old lives to go back to after all, but they couldn’t go back to the city either, they simply didn’t belong.

‘Hey, Speed, want some help? Can’t stand the wailing anymore’ familiar cheerful voice from behind Kobra’s back jerked him out of his thoughts. How long has he been staring into nothingness? He quickly glanced around, the ground was still covered in spare parts, misplaced pieces of metal and plastic and screws, and he was still holding the cloth covered in motor oil, now more brown and grey than white, one tear rolling down his cheek, he quickly wiped it of before turning to Jet smirking in the way that earned him his reputation and name, teeth bared and every word dripping with venom that wasn’t really meant: ‘Thought ya were outside helping Party and Ghoul with the car, needs care too. And knowin’ Ghoulie it could be putting a bomb under the hood and not that I wouldn’t like bein’ dead but few more days’d be nice.’ but he knew Jet noticed the movement of his hand, the slight tremble in his voice, he always did.

‘Can’t take a break to visit my favourite crewmate?’ Jet rolled his eyes leaning on the doorframe ‘Plus Party and Ghoul were throwing hands over some fuckin’ bullshit as usual when I left so ‘s your brother I’d be worried about.’ the older killjoy laughed. His laugh died away turning into a warm smile as his eyes got caught on something on Kobra’s chest. Kobra loved Jet’s smiles, he didn’t smile often, at least not when anyone could see him but on the rare occasions when he did Kobra could swear the desert sun didn’t feel so bright in comparison anymore.

‘You really never go anywhere without it huh?’ Jet uttered with amazement as he walked slowly to the younger killjoys still not lifting his gaze from the small ring of gold hanging from Kobra’s neck on an old beat-up chain, the metal shining bright in the dim lighting of the room. ‘I know how much it means to you. And... it means a lot to me.’ Kobra whispered softly wrapping his own hand around Jet’s, he could feel the heat radiating from his skin, Kobra’s hands were always cold but but Jet’s burned with the warmth of thousand stars and Kobra would like to pretend it was the only reason he like being close to Jet so much but everyone knew it wasn’t true.

‘Zone rats like us might not really praise these but it was your mother’s and… and I appreciate this so much yk.’ He smiled at Jet who finally looked up and back at him, sometimes Kobra forgot how beautiful Jet Star really was. He might be covered in sand and dust, infinite scars covering every part of his body, his bright blue and purple hair not really so vibrant anymore and his eyes clouded with worries and stress even tho he tried to bury them deep underneath loud laughs and ironic remarks but again and again Kobra realized he’d never seen anyone more beautiful than the boy standing in front of him, every little imperfection making him love him even more.

‘Maybe I wasn’ talkin’ about 27 before, Kobes.... You’re not really yourself, I can see it.’ Jet whispered laying his hand gently on Kobra’s cheek, worries visibly reflecting on his face. 'None of us is okay, Star.’ Kobra snickered as he wrapped his arms around the older boy’s shoulders pulling him closer. He missed hugging Jet, he missed his smell, he missed the strength he hugged him back with that made him feel so safe.

‘Is true.’ Jet had to admit, none of them really felt like themselves but how could that be of any surprise. How could you feel completely okay waking up after over a decade of being dead. ‘Doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun, hm. Just the two of us. Party and Ghoul will find a way to entertain themselves and maybe if we’re lucky they won’t even burn the whole place down.’ Jet laughed winking at Kobra, bright blue curls falling into his eyes before he left a butterfly like kiss on the side of his neck. 'Heard there’s a party in The Nest tonite, how about we take the AM. Haven’t seen ya wear that pretty red dress in a while’ this time Kobra was the one to kiss Jet on the corner of his mouth smiling as he saw the bright blush on his cheeks covered in freckles. He always thought it looked like the night sky somehow found its way onto his pretty face and wondered how his name matched him so perfectly in so many ways.

‘Sounds nice, Shiny’ he kissed his partner again before sliding his ring from the necklace and back onto his finger where it belonged. They did have their beads to prove their pledge but he always liked the way their rings were special and he never took his off unless there was a high chance, he could lose it and even in that case he still kept it close to him tucked safely underneath his t-shirt.

‘Okay, by the car in fifteen. Gotta get those two boogies of our tails’ Jet winked and Kobra before quickly disappearing into the dark hallway and Kobra had to smile. He had to smile ‘cause he loved the boy so damn much and Destroya fuck it now he really had to go find the red dress. He had to smile ‘cause he knew Jet would look beautiful in the fifteen minutes they agreed on casually leaning on the white car he praised so much with glitter in his hair, his eyes shining in the setting sun and smiling in such a way that everything around would seem to disappear. And everything could be fucked but it didn’t really matter when he had Jet Star by his side again.

ID: Digital drawing of Kobra Kid and Jet Star slow dancing and lovingly smiling at each other. Kobra has his right arm on Jet's shoulder and his left hand in his hair and Jet is holding Kobra by his waist, Jet is a little bit taller than Kobra and their noses are only few centimetres away from each other. Kobra Kid is wearing red dress and has two little black stars painted on his cheekbone. Jet Star is wearing a black crop-top and his curly hair is black at the top turning purple and blue the longer it gets, he also has glitters on his nose, cheeks and in his hair. The background is a gradient going from yellow in the middle of the image through purple to black at the edges, the yellow functioning as a backlighting giving Kobra and Jet warm yellow rim lighting. There are little white blurred lights all across the scene. /End ID

[jedimasteramell]

The ‘E’ Word

Original Characters // (Mostly) SFW // SWTOR

With my Daya and  @uldren-sov‘s Talcyn being cute and gross and so so married. OC!Verse. 

Day 2 for OC Kiss Week <3

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Daya rolled of Talcyn with a blissful sigh into the mess of sheets beside him. Thank the stars for their home’s circulation system or even at night Tatooine would be far too warm. Despite the heat that lingered between their bodies in the sweet sweaty aftermath of their orgasms, Daya curled herself closer to Tal. She smiled as he huffed in affection and satisfaction.

“You’re so perfect.” Still slightly breathless, he leaned over, his slick chest to hers to bury her between kisses and their pillows.

She hummed, the spitting image of love, and felt his hands entwining hers more real than the sheets stuck to her back. “No you.” Daya managed the playful retort amidst scattered breaths and little laughs. Her whole body, lax and warm, pleased by the effort in her hips and knees, melted against him. They could argue over who was the better partner (in good humor) forever, but it’d never stop just how much they loved each other, how much better the other was for their collaboration.

“Are you sassing me dear?” Tal grinned, his golden eyes twinkling in the low light of their bedroom. “I’d have thought you were worn out enough to just be sweet and sleepy.”

Daya wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him over her for a kiss, careful to keep her horns from scraping his forehead. “I don’t know darling, I could go a few more times, maybe then I’d be all out of energy.”

Tal released her lips with a drawn out groan and collapsed to her side, face buried in the pillow. He mumbled something that Daya couldn't hear and thus she rolled him over, freeing her arm from under him in the process. “Repeat please~” She teased, brushing his hair back behind his ear as she propped herself up on her elbow.

Talcyn spoke undiscerbally into the pillow once more.

Pouting, Daya rolled him over, still easy after over a year of settled life and one child. “One more time love.”

He did his best to look dramatically exasperated. Rolling his eyes back so far he tilted up his chin and Daya could look upon the fresh love marks around his neck. She did so love to use her mouth. “Id have thought being pregnant and up all day would have tired you out.”

“Am I too much for you darling?” She was breaking out all the pet names now. “It’s your job to satisfy me, you know.” She laughed and leaned in to kiss him once more, smile dancing on her lips.

He accepted the kiss, but not without a theatrical sigh. “I thought the point of early retirement was that I didn't have any jobs anymore. Besides,” Tal’s calloused hand cradled the back of her head and it was his turn to pull her down into a tired and affectionate kiss of his own. “I consider our time together so far from work.”

“You’re my perfect retirement.” She replied, her heart fluttering with love. Stars how she loved this man, and how she knew he loved her.

“Can your perfect retirement get some sleep?” He huffed and let her shift so his wife could be drawn against him, his gorgeous, horned, freckled, little spoon. Tal’s fingers drifted across her belly, a caress softer than a lovers whisper. His stomach jumped in excitement and anticipation. Their family was growing. Their family. Theirs. With luck this one would take after her, stars knew that the galaxy had enough auburn-haired, golden-eyed Vex’s to last a millennia or five.

Daya settled back against him, her dual-heartbeats slowing to drum in time with his. It had always been a humorous point between them that Tal simply couldn't keep up with her libido, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. He loved her well and in many ways and nearly just as many positions, and he’d never been as active as she was….

“Tal?”

Half-asleep already, Tal’s lips moved against the back of her head, a tired melody of breaths all strung together. “M’yeah’love?”

“You wanna hear a fun fact?” Tal couldn’t see it but Daya was grinning.

Though he’d love to just sleep, humoring her at this point was second nature, as blessedly normal as the scent of her hair and the way she wriggled closer to him when his fingers brushed past her navel. Who would he be without her quirks to keep him on track and on his toes? A lesser man to be sure. “Goforit.”

Daya snickered, the thought in her head far too exciting to keep in. How wonderful it was to have so many jokes between them. “I saw an article on the holo-net the other day, some group did a study, and they found couples who had regular sex trended towards being more flexible, and fitter, turns out you burn a lot of calories, almost like-”

She half shrieked as Tal tightened his arm around her and blew a raspberry into the back of her neck, sending ticklish shivers down her spine, abruptly halting her.

“Babe, do not ruin sex for me. If you use the ‘e’ word I’m getting a divorce right now.” To emphasize, he found  her ticklish spot above her hipbone and squeezed, eliciting another loud squawk from his wife. “Shhh,” He teased against her ear “you’ll wake up Tai.”

It was Daya’s turn to huff, laughing as she was. She’d worked him up faster just by implying one could consider sex as exercise, than she had earlier that night. Grinning, the lovestruck darling she was, Daya at least had the sense to sound mollified, and she turned her head towards him. “So does that mean we can’t go again?”

Stars. Tal chuckled, a rich and deep hum full of affection,drawing himself over her for just long enough to press a kiss, just as fiery as the ones they'd shared when they were younger, just the kind that would rile her up, and then collapsed back into the cooling sheets, drawing their thin comforter over top of them. He kissed again the back of her neck, embracing her tightly. Silently he thanked the force or whatever deity up there let his path meet hers. “Tomorrow hun, lets go to bed.”

Wrapped in his arms, Tal more than won, and maybe, MAYBE, Daya had to admit she wasn’t as energetic as she used to be. “Oh fine.” She said, poorly hiding her yawn. Curled against him, honestly there was no place she could imagine she’d rather be, and that same sleepiness began to blanket her.

“Hey, love?”

“....Yes Daya?”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”