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February Kiss Art Challenge day 16 

Prompt: Hand

Xemnas + Xigbar

[turtleramen]

day 5: stolen💘 // francis + ivan

[mokolat]

Kiss Art February - WIP Staring The Umbrella Academy ♥

[sasdavvero]

hand kiss

[asaltysquid]

Another spread~~ just me and @moldymutt ‘s ocs. I can’t believe I’m keeping up with this.

[theninjasheeep]

KissArtChallenge - Pokkopiku/Gallipieck

Pairing(s): Porco Galliard / Pieck Finger

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Day 3/4: Worship/Chaste

Note: this snippet is set in the universe of my multichapter music/band AU fic "Tell me and I forget, teach me and I remember". Porco is a producer, Pieck is a singer.

What do you think she asked of him? It's open for interpretation, it can also be spoilery if you blink.

“Say yes,” She whispered, voice trembling slightly with emotion. “Pokko,” She said a little louder, getting close to him, “say yes.”

The only thing she got as a reply was a stifled sob.

“Porco, please,” She insisted, voice edging with a plea falling from her lips.

He was out, locked inside the confines of his own heart fighting really hard with the thunderstorm of emotions that rained on him the moment Pieck started to sing. He was hunched on the floor under the windowsill, face hidden behind his hands and hair disheveled. His frame was reduced to shivers and shudders that made his tattooed arms twitch with the added effort of calming himself down. But tried as he might, his sobs were clear to Pieck’s tarined ears.

It all started when she had taken advantage of her visit to his home in Lago and some alone time to show him what she was working on. “A song for my album”, she said, and he had saved and stopped doing what he was arranging to listen to her, “but it’s a special one.”

The twinkle in her eyes should’ve been enough for him to catch on to her intention. It was no ordinary song: it was a declaration of love, a promise to walk beside him every step of the way as long as they were together and a reassurance that he was enough, perfect on his imperfections and lovable despite his mistakes.

He had broken his tough facade the moment the lyrics registered on his head. He was so moved —by regret and love— that he ended up curled against the wall trying to compose himself and with Pieck on her knees touching his arm, whispering sweet nothings and trying to make him look at her and let her hug him.

“Come on, Pokko, look at me.” Cooing, she moved one of her hands from his arm to one of his hands, being followed by her other hand not long after that. Her thumb moved in circles over his skin, tickling, soothingly, trying to crack the wall he had placed between them while he sobbed.

“I don’t deserve this.” He retorted stubbornly in a broken whine.

She shook her head. That was it, she thought, it was enough.

All Pieck wanted was to get lost in his beautiful hazel eyes and dispel the tempest of emotions that clouded his heart with self-doubt about his own worth. He could never hide those feelings from her because his eyes were eloquent and fluent when words failed him, they revealed to her all the things that his heart treasured.

He was an open book to her, one she delighted herself in reading. Every chapter, every side of him that was revealed to her slowly but surely… She treasured it and guarded it. That was what she tried to convey in her song.

Getting impatient with his stubbornness, she moved forward until her lips were kissing his hands. Small pecks rained on his skin, on those fingers that played the strings of a guitar with the same care he worshiped her skin at night. She took her time: she started with the back of his hands and fingers, then moved up slowly to the crease between his eyebrows just a few inches from the bridge of his beautiful button nose, then to the tip, making him move his head up slightly.

Bloodshot, but as beautiful as ever, his green eyes locked on hers. She took advantage of his momentary surrender to break his stance and wrap him in a tight embrace, kissing the top of his head and his forehead with chaste kisses as her thumb brushed his furrowed brows.

He tensed for a moment before he relaxed, nuzzling against the crook of her neck, seeking the comfort he needed and falling on her loving spell.

“Now, handsome, say yes.” She insisted softly, her hand caressing his cheek, while she managed to sit on his lap.

He sniffled. He was as beautiful as ever, but the vulnerability he laid before her was new, something she was learning to tackle and navigate. She smiled at him before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on the tip of his nose, and from there, her lips traced the rivulets of tears left on his cheek, in his eyes. She felt him pull her forward, enveloping her in a tight embrace.

“Okay,” He whispered, “yes.”

[sweet-suzume]

[arekay--draws]

I forgot to post them here anyways I drew days 3,4 and 5.

Cr: @violettenouvel

Idk how tumblr works hopefully I did the credit right

[captainbobbin]

February Kiss Art Challenge day 20

Prompt: Cheek

Roxas, Xion and Isa

Get mauled, idiot. That's what you get for having kids that love you!

(I'm gonna neaten this up and make it into another sticker if there is enough interest!)

[turtleramen]

day 9: denied💔 // lud + vanya

smh doitsu :/

[prerzz]

You're my moon..

[sasdavvero]

kiss art challenge

09. denied

[asaltysquid]

Running late on this but my first four drawings for @violettenouvel ‘s Kiss Art Challenge! I’m really enjoying traditional art ahhhh. All of these guys are my ocs.

[theninjasheeep]

KissArtChallenge - Pokkopiku/Gallipieck

Pairing(s): Porco Galliard / Pieck Finger Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Day 2: Sleepy

Note: this snippet is set in the universe of my multichapter music/band AU fic "Tell me and I forget, teach me and I remember". Porco is a producer, Pieck is a singer.

Pieck never imagined touring could be so exhausting, but here she was, curled up on a bunk bed on the tour bus, trying to close her eyes and give her body the rest it needed to replenish the energy spent on stage a few hours ago. It had been crazy: the crowd, the lights and the adrenaline of performing again were enough to leave her ready to have a good night's sleep, yet she failed to do so once her head hit the pillow, for her mind was somewhere else, far, far away from Liberio. So was her heart. In Lago, waiting for her return, was Porco. She longed for the warmth of his arms around her. Falling asleep was always easy next to him: his soft breathing always lulled her and the smell of his skin soothed her overactive spirit, and when she had trouble drifting off to sleep, he always spoke to her in a soft tone and a husky voice telling her something: a story, anything he made up or babbled nonsensically until her eyelashes fluttered shut. That night she yearned for him, and since he was miles away from her because of work commitments, she wrapped herself tightly in the jacket she managed to steal from him and forced herself to find some comfort and sleep. The bus was quiet. The Panzers, Marcel and Reiner decided to go out for drinks since they were going to have a long day once the sun came up in a few hours. The next stop on Marcel's tour was Odiha, so they were in for a long and uneventful day of travel before they could perform in the evening the next day, leading everyone to make the questionable decision to have fun after the gig, and chase sleep during the day as the bus took them to their destination. Colt joined them, obviously, and so did Magath. Only her and some other people in the team and crew decided to call it a night, so when she heard careful steps getting closer to her bunk, she paid no mind to it, she was finally feeling the heaviness in her eyes that anticipated sleep. However, when the small curtain that hid her from the world was moved to the side next to her head, she craned her neck back to see who was the drunken idiot that needed to be flipped off and no small was her surprise when, watching her with a soft smirk and a raised brow, was no other that the man her heart craved and longed for. “Porco?” She whispered while she turned in the small bed and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming. “Hello, gorgeous,” He muttered, his hand reaching out to put her hair out of her eyes, “surprise! I guess.” He clarified quickly, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. She couldn’t believe it. There he was, standing in front of her, his hazel eyes shining bright despite the dimmed lights, filling her world with sunlight. She smiled at him and scooted backwards as far as she could in silent invitation. Not wasting one more second, he joined her in the small bunk, legs intertwined like knots so they could fit in the cramped space. She hid her face in the crook of his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, inhaling deeply, breathing him in and his cologne and when his thumb brushed against her cheek, she looked up, being graced by the touch of his lips against hers. It was fleeting, just a brush of their lips together but it was enough for her, he was there with her.

[sweet-suzume]

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