💓🌱☕️ for valerie and yuna!
omg.. the poster children!!
💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?
with valerie.. the signs are obvious LOL but not Overtly So. she tries to keep it all cool, but she'd start doing more things for you and generally just want to spend more time with you. slightly dote on you a bit. shes trying to make it known without Making It KNOWN, if that makes sense
she primarily shows her affection through friendly fire roasting, and thats about it. shes not super confident in her ability to Show her affection, so she covers it up with banter and lets her actions speak for her
with yuna.. SHE. is a pretty stoic person. so there wont be many signs with her! the biggest and probably only one will be the music she chooses to listen to as an outlet for her feelings
but shes great at Showing the affection. pretty much the exact opposite of valerie - she'll run your errands for you. she'll make mixtapes for you. she'll mix a drink to resemble you and pass it off as the night's special. she's all about the little things
🌱 - Do they have a green thumb or are they a plant killer?
valerie is pretty middle ground with plants! she just tries her best, and whatever happens happens. though if i had to pick, she's probably more leaning to plant killer.. ever so slightly. shes trying. shes Really trying
but yuna on the other hand has an AMAZING green thumb..... for one plant only. her pink syngonium! she doesnt understand it but she kills every other plant. her special bond with the syngonium must not be broken
☕ - Coffee or tea?
valerie is more of a tea person, and yuna is more of a coffee person! i dont drink either really, so i cant say what they would and wouldnt like LMAO but i know at least that much is true:)
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ill start posting the valentines day drawings in just a mo
will probably post 1 every 30min or so ? so i dont clog up anyone's dash :)
also i still have some to ink, so depending on how late it gets over here i might have to post the last ones tomorrow,,,, sowwy,,,,, orz
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What does your soul look like?
Tagged by @cove-holdens thank you ; v ; I did it for Octavia again LMAO
The results: "Blood in a lamb's wool: You're the victim, right? It hurts, everyday it hurts. It's obvious you're tainted, pulled into hell as soon as you stepped upon earth. You'll never know peace, you'll never know a life without violence. Im sorry. Wash your face and your hands, don't let your wounds carve deeper."
o u o ;;; ah. hah. yeah okay lmao
I won't say that they're a victim. They've had like One Bad Thing Happen To Them. The guy's completely lost where they are and they're stuck within themself and what to do and how to go back home. Things hurt but things get better. It's just how the cycle of life goes on, right?
But that doesn't mean that life for them continues without violence. It keeps happening. It keeps going and it gets worse, but somehow they'll make it out of here. It gives them a reason to leave this place, right? Right.
I'm not gonna tag anyone for this one (i feel bad doing twice in a row orz sowwy) but if you want feel free to say I tagged you in it!!
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HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN ? When was the last time any universes have seen you as anything but a figure / a force of horror ? ( Constellations consumed , worlds fallen to dust , galaxies stuck in your s- so- sou- s̸o̸u̶l̵ , there is nothing soft about you . ) You can not remember . You are afraid to know the answer . [ A : THERE WAS NEVER THE LAST TIME — I AM NOT MEANT TO BE TENDERNESS ITSELF . ] Death dwells in you and you accept it because who are you without such suffering ? Old wounds shown across your vessel / this lie , most of them hides a dark tale , the terrible things you wish a language can close its eyes so it can not narrate them .
[ @wishner ] : Yet , when you stargaze with Cicero , even while you carry all of these scars and statics , he still compliments you — compares you to the constellations above : You are always more than what the sky can ever hold .
SOMETHING BURNS ACROSS THE EYES , but realization is quickly found then : The Unknown has been tearing up at Cicero’s compliment , gentle and genuine , unlike xem . Xe tries to remember who else had seen xem as more than red sky and bodies twitching and a sign of God’s Wrath . [ There is no one but with the endless holes present across xyr brain . / There is no one and no one and never anyone . ] A small sob escapes xem as xe embraces him , xyr face hidden in the crock of his neck , tears still rolling over xyr cheeks . ❝ Tha- thank you so much . . . ❞ Cicero knows little of xem , but he sees so highly of xem . . . ?
( You are grateful for his words , how they do not lead to your fall this time again . )
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Being friends with benefits with Shirakumo and after a while, he FINALLY confesses to you only for you to say “I thought we already were bf and gf?” *cue head tilt*
The mind-numbing anxiety coursing through his entire body renders him speechless for a moment. He is so nervous that he has to clasp his hands in front of him to stop them from shaking. Not even the sight of your bare breasts and your adorably curious expression can assuage his fears.
Why did he have to do it now, when he was just in the middle of tearing your clothes off your body and kissing your chest wherever his mouth could reach? All it took was your fingers carding so tenderly through his hair as you sighed his name. That’s all it took for him to break, and the words I have to tell you something slipped out without thought or reason.
And now you are facing each other with his - his - cloud print blanket whorled around your soft thighs as you look at him so innocently. Completely unaware of his selfish desires. Unaware of how badly he wants to make you his. Your body responds to him like a well-trained puppy, dripping wet for him before he even touches your cunt. But it’s not enough. He wants so much more than your eager kisses and your sweet moans, he wants to hug you and kiss you whenever he wanted to, he wants to hold your hand and feel his heart burst out of his chest when you smile only for him, he wants your laughter and your hardships, he wants all of you and it’s driving him insane with longing.
“I -- “ The words get stuck in his throat. He swallows and glances away, realizes he’s staring at your breasts, and looks back up at you.
He can see the worry in your eyes. You reach out to place your hand on top of his and squeeze him reassuringly. “Everything alright?” you softly ask, then smile lightly. “Is this where you tell me you’re pregnant?”
That gets a hearty laugh out of him. You always know how to lighten the mood when he can’t do it himself.
“You mean a lot to me. You know that, right?” Your eyes widen, and a charming blush rises to your cheeks. It spurs him onward despite his heart rate skyrocketing by the second. “I wouldn’t do this with anyone else.”
“I sure hope not,” you teasingly interject, a hint of amusement in your voice. “Kayama’s been getting ideas.”
“R-right. Um. What I’m trying to say is … “ God, you were so distracting with your wide, lovely eyes and your pouty lips. “ … just … promise this won’t change anything between us.” He squeezes your hands in his clammy hold. “Please.”
You silently nod. Always so patient with him.
“Okay.” He smiles. “Okay. Here goes.” Deep exhale. “I - I really - “ Love. “ - like you. Like, a lot.”
You blink at him for a moment and hang your head, releasing pent up breath as you let the tension dissipate from your body. “Is that what’s gotten you so serious?” you exasperatingly ask, looking back up at him. “Oboro, you’re going to be the death of me. Obviously I like you, too! Why else would I be naked in bed with you?”
Nothing else registers in his head other than those three little words. “You like me?”
“No. We’re clearly enemies caught up in a torrid love affair.” He is too busy grinning from ear to ear to stop you from climbing into his lap. To be fair, he wouldn’t have stopped you at all. Especially not when you press up against him like a puzzle piece and cup his cheeks. “What’s this really about?”
He should approach this with more tact. Shouta’s bemused expression springs forth in his mind’s eye, but it’s already too late. Oboro can’t think straight with your ass fitting so snugly in his hands and your nipples grazing his chest. So he approaches this with typical blundering enthusiasm. Action first, reassessment later.
“Wanna be my girlfriend?”
You stare at him. And you keep staring.
His confidence plummets by the millisecond. Shit. Shit shit shit he really fucked up, this is so bad what the hell was he thinking -
“I thought we were already dating.”
His panic freezes, and all thoughts suddenly dissipate into one singular question. “Huh?”
You smooth your hands down to his chest and furrow your brows. “I … thought we were together?” Your voice waivers with newfound uncertainty. “I know we didn’t start off dating, but … we’ve been sleeping together for a while, s-so I - “ Your hands curl up into fists as you flush from embarrassment, leaning away from him as you finish, “I guess I misunderstood.”
Oboro wraps you up in a breathtaking hug as soon as you’re done. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” he murmurs hoarsely in your ear. “You didn’t misunderstand anything! I was just being a coward. I didn’t want to lose you.”
You loop your arms around his waist, and he leans into you even more. “How long did you want me?” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck.
“ … since the beginning.” He strokes a hand down your back. “Even before then.”
You giggle. “Me too.”
He pulls away to look at you. You’re close enough to kiss, and it takes a monumental effort to resist. “Really?” You nod, smiling so cutely. “Then does that mean - “
“I’ll be your girlfriend,” you snicker, as though you were humoring him. “Officially. No more mutual pining.”
His smile could blind the sun right now. Before he could smother you in a kiss, you place a finger on his lips.
“And Oboro?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t like you.” He quirks a brow as you grin cheekily. “I love you.”
His heart melts into a puddle, and all self-restraint dissipates as your fingers dig into his hair and he eagerly steals your breath. Over and over again, enthusiastic and sloppy kisses, peppered with his own I love you’s, stamped into your skin with each kiss.
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