#head empty. only this.

[hansoeii]

stuck in the rain.

[klancer-warrior]

i tried different jacket styles for them

(WHY DOES TUMBLR BUTCHER THE QUALITY RAAAHHH)

[emmyrosee]

“I didn’t know you had moles down your back.”

Kiyoomi pauses briefly to look at you over his shoulder, post shower body care being interrupted with your statement.

“We’ve been together for how long and you never knew that I had more moles on my body?” He asks, going back to applying his moisturizer. “Do you even look at my body?”

“Only the important parts,” you say, shrugging as you let your eyes wander slightly. There are more than a few freckles and moles on the broad space of his back, tracing like a constellation against the paleness of his skin. They lean along the right side of him, a few scattering on the left for an intricate design-

“Holy shit, stop staring at me,” he snickers, his eyes looking at you in the mirror. “I have moles. You kiss the ones on my forehead every morning. Chill.”

You get up and stalk over to him, arms wrapping lowly around his waist and face nuzzling into the dip of his back, “gonna have to kiss these ones too; they’ve been neglected too long.” You plant a few pecks to the bigger ones along his shoulder, and you smirk at the goosebumps that raise from your affection. “Ticklish?”

“I’ll knock you out with this lotion bottle,” he snarls, continuing his routine with you merely an add on to his body.

“Whatever.” You let your nails rake up the dip of his hips, only letting him go when he hisses and bumps his back against you to get you off. You kiss his warm skin one last time before making your way back to the perch on your shared bed, watching as his muscles and moles contort with every shift of his broad body as he applies his deodorant.

“What else are you hiding from me?”

“I’m having an affair,” he says simply.

“With who? Meian?”

“Yes.”

“You could never score Meian.”

“You’re just mad because Meian saw and admired my moles before you.”

You let out a few snorty laughters while he smirks to himself in the mirror, the night settling down into nothing uncommon or surprising, but perfect all the same.

God, you adore him.

“You’re ugly.”

“I love you too.”

[dreamerawaken]

It's him.

[caspervi]

Date time ⭐️

[docjayfeather]

All of the Ren Lore i’ve compiled from his single player series and old streams

Favorite meal is roast lamb and roast potatoes

Has an ex-girlfriend

Hates One Direction

Was on a boating team in high school

His mother’s first cat’s name was Ebony

His single player world started in 1.2

Ren’s favorite language is Spanish

Ren has been to Spain several times

His brother had a dog named Rorschach

Ren’s favorite armor set in the original Diablo was the Moon set

Ren and his brother used to have to shower/bath together, then dry off infront of an electric fireplace. Through a series of events, young Ren got his butt stuck to the glass pane of the electric fireplace, and has had a scar on his butt since.

Ren has said “I always think about [Ren’s brother’s username] when I think about my butt”

Ren knows how to do a cats cradle

Ren used to have frosted tips

Ren’s favorite commander deck is Kraum/Tymna

Ren got kicked in the literal butthole by a horse

Ren likes burning things

Ren created a rigged marble slot machine in high school

Went on an introspection journey, visiting all the places he lived and all his jobs pre-YouTube

Did the insane thing of asking the lady who was now living in his first house if he could go inside and check out his old room

Ren had a patreon tier where he’d sent his patrons a “Ren Crate”, a lootcrate full of stuff

Ren doesn’t drink (anymore)

Officially has OCD

Ren loves apple juice

Ren loves driving games

Event manager for The Deftones once

Plays MtG on Sundays

Ren wants to retire with Doc

Ren’s wants his spirit animal to be a shark

Ren’s favorite book series is LotR

Ren is “below-average hairy”

Ren’s favorite season is Autumn

Ren’s birthday is October 11th

Ren is a slut for tiramisu and ice cream

Ren wants to open an LGS/tabletop cafe

Ren is not a religious person

Ren worked in a seedy pool bar

Ren almost got an upper back tattoo

Ren loves green tea

Ren is Left Handed

Ren was at one point a vegetarian for several years

Ren has lost his wallet multiple times, once leaving it on a train

Ren eats a whole lemon every day, and drinks lemon juice straight from the lemon

Ren got in trouble at boarding school for “trying to summon demons”. He was just playing MtG.

Ren has had a pair of lucky underwear since he was 18

Ren’s favorite ice cream is strawberry

Ren loved getting aggressively physical in rugby

Ren loves cinnamon buns

Ren used to have super long butt-length hair

Ren really liked playing with fireworks when he was younger. They’d bury huge ones in the sand near their house to make craters.

Ren loves Love Island

Ren can only sleep on his arm

Wears exclusively Star Wars socks and has matching pajamas

Beat Gabriel Nasif in a Magic Grand Prix

Ren hates Oysters

Ren’s favorite dog breed is a chihuahua??

Ren’s favorite dnd class is bard

Ren enjoys cleaning the bathroom the most out of any room

Ren’s favorite musical is Les Miserables

Ren has a favorite kitchen knife, and used to cook a lot.

Ren’s favorite tool is the hoe (of course)

Ren and Iskall used to play League

Never farts irl

born in the same city as J R R Tolkien

Ren named his first car Maximus

Ren is a bath person

Natural Mace Race runner

Ren really likes pet rats

Ren has a very consistent shopping day of tuesday

Ren has an extremely strict sleep schedule

Ren has 7 pairs of the same pajamas to wear 24/7

Ren has a BA in English

Ren does 100 push-ups a day

Ren does a 15k bike ride every day

Ren had a max weight of 110 kilos, is now down to 80

Ren uses youtube in light mode

Ren has seen Metallica live

Ren wore fake glasses in college

Ren has 20/20 vision

Ren has been in plays during school, and blinded the lead with glitter accidentally during one of them, trying to spice up his one line.

Ren has a “black book” of atleast 9 board game ideas

Ren gets pretty motion sick

Ren enjoys mosh pits

Ren really likes competitive monopoly and risk

Ren burned his eyebrows off with a bunson burner once

Ren still cries at The Lion King

Ren plays Ornn, Urgot, and Tristana in League

Ren was allegedly born in 1982

Ren drunk-puked into his shirt in a german taxi the night he met Doc infront of the people sponsoring them

Ren drives stick shift and loves it

Ren thinks he might have a gluten allergy

Ren puts butter in his coffee

Ren tried to write a YA fantasy novel, got 80k words in before scrapping it

Ren would like to live with Keralis hypothetically out of any of the hermits

Ren’s favorite superhero is wolverine

[statementlives]

chester and norris potentially communicating through case files will be the death of me i fear.

[bloodsalteds]

the way she reacts to every kiss. every stroke of his fingers and tongue. it's consuming every lick of common sense he has. he wants to touch her everywhere all at once. his hands can't get enough of the bit of skin he grazes once her dress pools high enough that her bare upper thigh is there to stroke. or how his fucking teeth want to chew their way through the cotton fabric covering her chest and wrap his lips around the raised flesh he can see when he opens his eyes and glances down. he feels starved for every inch of her skin. every moan and sigh he can stroke or kiss or lick out of her. oh, he's past sinking. he's sunk and drowning and coming up for air is the LAST thing in his mind. no. he wants every bit of her to devour every sense of him and she moves against him like she barely has any idea of how much she possess him. how she drives him up the wall. down it. then back up again. teeth drag over the skin above the hem of her dress. over the shoulder. her hands in his hair and on his skin cause ripples of delight to run in waves over his body. he's forgotten how hard he is inside his pants (that's a feat that no one's ever accomplished) and only once she shifts against him--is he reminded and it makes him groan. heavy and hot against the wet spot on her chest where his mouth lifts up to let it escape.

dean hears his name, eyelids swing open and look up. then she says something that sends a shocking jolt through him so fucking brilliant and bright that he feels heat and cold and loses his vision to a flash of white that swallows him up. a grunt later and his hand's stolen, shoved up her dress and welp.. that's it. he's a goner. GONER! his fingers find her core, feel the warm wet between her legs and sink between flimsy cotton and the folds of her skin. he touches her and moans at how she coats his fingers. "oh, sweetheart. you are..." the small bundle of nerves receives a stroke from the pad of his thumb as his pointer drifts further in. lower. circling the ring of flesh that begs him to push the length inside with how slick and throbbing she is. oh they did that. they made her that way. and he can only whisper out, voice low and raw. "pull your dress off for me.." because he isn't stopping. his free hand braces the top of her right thigh as he watches every movement her face makes when he presses against hardened flesh and his finger sinks inside. slow and easy. just to the first knuckle. just enough that he can feel her clenching against him. "so warm.. oh my god, cassie..."

                                HIS HANDS ON HER HIPS ARE HOT. They burn right through the thin material of the dress and make her grace tremble and shake inside her chest. Castiel can't do anything but stare in wonder when Dean's lips move to the corner of her mouth, leaving a tingling path behind. She doesn't know what he means by I want you since she's very obviously right here, trapping him between her legs, but she also doesn't care right now because his mouth moves to her neck and then her earlobe and her body goes haywire: sharp thrills of pleasure shoot down her spine and pool low in her belly, enhanced by his hot palms dancing along the insides of her thighs. She's so incredibly warm. She's never felt this hot before, not even when she stood in the middle of a burning sun. She wants Dean's mouth all over her body, not only her lips and neck. She thinks it would feel absolutely fantastic to have it pressed to the soft skin of her breasts, and she moves to sit up and push them into his face, and between her legs, she— oh.

                                 "Dean," she says breathlessly. What is going on here? That has never happened before. "Dean, I'm — wet." Because there's no other term for it. There's moisture where her thighs meet. It's throbbing and warm there as well, and suddenly, it's way more important that Dean takes care of that business than applying his wicked mouth to her breasts. One hand drops from the back of his head to grab his wrist and shove it up her thigh and beneath her dress in something akin to despair. Dean must do something. He'll know what, right? He has to. Castiel doesn't know what she'll do if this feeling doesn't go away.

[anbaisai]

the perfect place to hitch a ride

[yangjeongin]

[potato-lord-but-not]

always and forever have them on the brainnnn

also this ship really is the definition of ‘we lost the plot’ what even is malevolent anymore

[bamboo-bees]

yes, i love my boys

[klancer-warrior]

i got my klancy pants on

(only sketches pls forgive)

[monoidea]

[miraku39]

🥺🥺🥺

[tiklart]

Lil sketchy sketch of my silly lil kids 🥺👉👈