#kissu kiss

[arainmorn-art]

An art-trade I've done with @wr1ghtw0rth! ^^

Mr Nix from Kit's AU is our Phoenix (oh my god, who could have guess!!!) disguised as superhero to help Edgeworth with the most dangerous crimes, but also shamelessly flirt with him, as, according to Superman's and Tuxedo Mask's precepts, a one accessory on the 1\4 of your face can hide your entire personality XD

Kit asked me to use my cartoony style for it and I was happy to deliver!

More of this AU here and here

Kit, hope you liked this art-trade! ^^

[rendevok]

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[tategaminu]

Loved their moments this season but can't help to think the Rayllum kissing range is hilarious. Like they gave us not one but seven kisses in season one, for them to give them zero in season 4 and 5.

Yes we all wanted a kiss but think about this: S4 felt a lot like S1, S5 feels a lot like S2 so season six will probably be very season three esque which means they are totally kissing next season. All the couples have kissed this season but not them even tho they are the main one, they even omitted their kisses in the flashback which is obviously done in purpose. All their smooches in some way have been really important, and they are the only ones who we as the audience have seen their first one in screen (if we asume the Clau terry kiss this season wasn't their first one, which I'm asuming it's not).

SO YEAH, I think their again first kiss and next ones are gonna be really beautiful and they are reserving them for something important (possesion crap I summon thee)

Serioustly tho, we have waited years... I'm so excited.

SUMMARY: they are gonna kiss in s6, we may get a parallel to their first kiss but Callum will make the first move this time around.

Side note: I also hope they do the forehead touch, really important!

[natrishy]

[kakusu-shipping]

Okay so we know Luigi makes Mario’s coffee for sure, but whats Luigi’s drink of choice? He strikes me more of a hot choccy guy, and if thats the case, when hes had a bad day does mario make some for him and kiss it out of his moustache? (cause you know the whip cream probably gets stuck in their staches)

Luigi is 100% a sweet drink kind guy. For comfort he loves a hot meal and a hot drink and stupid amounts of sugar. Strawberry milk and Hot Chocolate are for sure his defaults, drinks a lot of sweet tea as well.

Mario's not a Make something for someone when they're having a bad day kinda guy, he likes to tackle a problem as head on as possible and fix it. Not everything can be fixed though, and he understands that. Luigi's really good at comforting himself, and Mario tends to just be nearby for physical comfort when that kind of thing happens.

Mario absolutely takes full advantage when Luigi makes himself a cup of hot chocolate though, he's a kissing fiend. There will be no sads so long as he is in kissing distance

Luigi's convinced he's just trying to steal the whipped cream from his drink. And like. Maybe he is a little.

[frankenjoly]

Those machine gun eyes

sskk + kiss out of “hate”

Atsushi absolutely didn’t want comments on the sound that escaped from his lips right when Akutagawa slammed him against a wall mid-fight.

It wasn’t a full-fledged moan, but sure as hell it wasn’t just a pained grunt either, and it may or may not have something to do with the fact that it had been his hands instead of Rashômon doing so. And he couldn’t afford repeating it, so he focused on breaking free… a tad difficult since there were now the ability’s black tendrils holding him by feet and recently transformed paws as Akutagawa’s grip on his shirt tightened.

Hissing and struggling, he glanced at his opponent, who was staring back with those gray eyes piercing through him like bullets; probably getting ready to strike a punch directed to Atsushi’s mouth. But, surprisingly enough, he also seemed to be... hesitating?

“What. Waiting to bore me to death instead?” Atsushi spat out, as he managed to release one paw by transforming it back to a hand.

“YOU..!” Whatever insult was meant to come after that never came, and instead of Akutagawa’s fist it was suddenly his mouth on Atsushi’s, rendering him unable to think about anything else but aware enough to act in consequence.

His free hand moved to the back of Akutagawa’s head, tangling itself with intent between the strands of black and white hair on the way as he responded to the kiss with the same intensity. Then it was all teeth clashing, biting lips, tons of hunger and some shards of softness peeking from behind it all.

[artyartpile]

a kiss in between blood and gunfire

[demonstars]

good meowning

meowmeowmeowmeow melw

[mrsoharaa]

i absolutely LOVE it when people interact with my work/me in general! like 'oh, you took precious time out of your day to engage with little ol' me??!'

[comikissu]

[hauntedbathrooms]

イタズラなKissキッス (Itazura na Kissu)

[loveydoveylex]

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[solitarelee]

Fell asleep just long enough to have a brief, fever fueled dream about a Japanese style mascot named Kissu that was just a massive pair of lips emoji style lips running around on legs with tights and nothing else. The way it worked was we would run around chasing it yelling KISSU NO KISSING and hitting it with wiffle bats.

No one ever clarified why we were doing this and yet I never questioned it.

[i-will-bite-your-face]

[cagedxhawk]

"So, uh..."

He wants a kiss. It's clearly visible on his face and the way he keeps fidgeting. Is he going to actually ask for a kiss, though?

"...N-never mind."

No. For being a hero, he's too much of a wuss.

[kakusu-shipping]

It’s my blog and I’ll post what I want to even if what I want to post is a Post Mario Movie Mario X Luigi mini fic because it’s my blog and I’ll post what I want to

So far away, and still together.

In which Mario and Luigi move in

“Last box!” Mario called, the loud thud of said cardboard box hitting the floor causing Luigi to flinch. “We’re officially moved in.”

Moved in... Moved in to Toad town, in a world so far away yet just a single pipe from Brooklyn. So far from that apartment they’d grown up in, from their food thief uncles, and mama’s fresh pasta. So far..

Mario’s hand brushed Luigi’s, and the younger flinched, pulling his hand quickly away on reflex.

They’d always been together, Mario and Luigi, as more than just brothers, as long as they could remember. When they were kids it was fine, no one batted an eye. Why was Luigi in Mario’s bed? He’s scared of the dark, and they shared a room anyway. Why does Mario kiss Luigi on the forehead so much? He’s affectionate, let the boy be affectionate.

It wasn’t until Middle school, when their father clonked their heads together, when they’d almost had their first real kiss, when their mother sat them down and talked in her worried, loving voice. She’d explained it like they didn’t know what they were doing, like they were confused, like she’d done wrong by not splitting them sooner.

They got separate rooms after that.

Sense then it got harder. They remained ever the same, but quieter. Secretive. Careful. They didn’t want to disappoint their mother, or get whacked over the head again by their father. They were lucky they were Italian, and affection was the normal between their family. Though somehow it never felt like enough.

“Lu. Luigi. Look at me.” Mario’s hand laced in Luigi’s, there in the living room. Their living room. Their home. Luigi turned to his brother, face red and eyes wet. Here in this house so far away from everything they’d ever know, in a locked house all their own, Mario laid a gentle hand on Luigi’s cheek and pressed his lips over his brother’s.

It wasn’t their first kiss, they’d snuck in a few, and it wasn’t like it’d been forever sense they’d kissed, just earlier today in fact while packing up Luigi’s room they’d exchanged a peck, yet this one. This one. It made Luigi’s leg’s shake.

Luigi wrapped his finger’s around Mario’s overall straps and pressed closer, closer, closer, never close enough. Mario held onto Luigi’s cheeks, bending back into the desk from his bedroom now propped here in their living room, it was all he could do to stop himself from toppling over.

Here in their home Luigi thought this kiss could go on forever and he wouldn’t care. He could run out of breath and keep going. He could starve and still stand there, his lips pressed against his brother’s.

When Mario moved his hands to Luigi’s shoulders and pushed him back, the younger resisted, using Mario’s overalls to pull himself back, pressing back into his lips harder, closer, deeper.

“Lu-” Mario spoke into his brother’s lips, pushing him back again. The older gasped for breath, practically sitting on his old wooden desk.

Luigi found himself snapped out of his trance, immediately retreating three large steps back and he spilled apologizes, wringing his hands together in front of his chest. His cheeks flushed, his eyes stung with tears. He’d gone overboard, he’d always gone overboard. He’s the reason they’d gotten caught in the first place, and nearly gotten caught so many times after. And now here he was, putting Mario at risk again in their brand new home. Why’s he gotta be such a screw up-

Mario’s lips once again pressed to Luigi’s, soft and quick and enough to shut him up. “Deep breath, bro.” He said gently, placing his hand on his brother’s waist, “In and out, nice and slow.”

Luigi took a few steadying breaths before laying his forehead on his brothers shoulder, “I’m sorry..” He shook softly, gripping onto the front of Mario’s overalls.

“For what? Kissin’ the love of you life openly and passionately for the first time in your life? Taking my breath away? Pinnin’ me to my desk like a horn dog?”

“I-I did not PIN you!” Luigi shot up, face deep red as he pushed away from his brother.

Mario chuckled, pulling Luigi back, “You didn’t bend me over the desk kissing at me like you’d never see me again?”

“Shut up!! Shut Up!!!” Luigi slapped his hand over Mario’s face, pushing at him again, “I did not bend you over!!!”

Mario continued to laugh, kissing at Luigi’s hand before scooping him up and spinning them both and toppling onto the couch with Luigi on his lap. The younger buried himself into his brother’s shoulder, ears burning red.

There were boxes to unpack, cleaning and sorting and probably some paper work to be done, but it all could wait.

For now, Mario and Luigi laid comfortably together on their little beat up loveseat they’d bought off some guy in Kings for $250, in their living room, their house, so far away from the little apartment they’d grown up in. So far away, and still together.