#the starter is a bit long

[xxplastic-cubexx]

If that's how you draw Erik, then wtf does your Pietro look like? Is he just younger and paler than his pops, but mostly unchanged in the facial department?

we gotta workshop him a little but heres some quick (heh) doodles

[scribz-ag24]

I've recently seen again a post talking about the Sableye and Dusknoir's relationship so i'd like to put my two cents in the discussion, for I love screaming into the void about PMD. (this isnt meant to discourage any other interpretations btw this is just my take on theirs and Dusknoir's relationship, bc I think they're very fun characters and I am very glad the game actually gives these minions a bit of relevance in se5).

Tbh I don't buy that Dusknoir treats the Sableye nicely, at least not out of kindness. I don't think he's a tyrant or inexplicably mean, of course, and I think his minions ADORE him, but i also believe that doesn't mean he's nice to them, sth that i consider meaningful for their character arcs.

Throughout the entire game he's exclusively giving them orders, in se5 he concocts a plan that involves thrashing them MULTIPLE times (he's lucky Grovyle isn't one to try and kill enemies in battle ig), and the cherry on top is that the first time we see him being fully genuine he does this:

(yes, he is in turmoil in here, but there's not a single thing implying that 1. this is an unusual response towards the sablye, 2. dusknoir feels bad for it at some point or is surprised at himself, 3. this has any impact in the sableye at all. You can argue these reactions happen off screen and we don't see them, they don't happen bc they have pressing matters to attend to or they happen after they return to life, and that's perfectly valid, but i'm sticking with what the game shows us, here.)

I must say, though, the fact that the Sableye, despite having been almost mindless pokémon up to now, STAND UP TO AND ATTACK Primal Dialga for their boss and even try to look after him despite him ordering them to check on Grovyle and Celebi first is SO important to me. they are goons to the bone and they love that scheming ghost so much.

My own view is that Dusknoir is generally polite to them (you wouldn't randomly break your own revolver or weapon without any reason, would you?), but is quicker to get mean with them than with people he doesn't know or he is seeking to manipulate. He doesn't care about their behaviour as long as they get the job done, which is why I think the anime thing of the Sableye climbing onto his shoulder isn't that remarkable, rather it's a very cute moment, one that is showing how they've been working together for long and how their size difference affects their interactions, but it is not necessarily conveying an affectionate bond (this is a bit random, but it reminds me of Disney's Jafar with Iago lmao. throw your pet sableye at your enemies so they mock them and then return to your shoulder). Additionally, Dusknoir letting the Sableye onto his shoulder is probably as close as we are gonna get to a villain turning around in his chair while petting a cat in PMD lol.

[this isn't meant to be a one-to-one comparison, it's just a detail i find cute and shows that this gesture can have multiple interpretations, with none being the only right one]

Leaving that aside, I hesitate to claim Dusknoir trusts his Sableye as allies, as Grovyle makes a point in the main story of how the Sableye (your Sableye, he says, as if objectifying them; not friends, but tools, weapons at Dusknoir's disposal) are lacking compared to the way hero/partner/grovyle support one another (power of friendship and hidden information babyyyy). The Sableye are used to Dusknoir's way of doing things, though, I'm sure. They know what happens when he's displeased, after all.

I think, most of all, the Sableye are meant to look disposable: they are 6 identical pokémon that almost act like a hivemind, and we are not supposed to think at all about how we may hurt them in battle any more than we do with the angry Manectric pack or random dungeon pokémon. This, I believe, is why the game has them stand up against Dialga and gives them unique dialogue at the end of se5. They're meant to show their inner shine, just as Dusknoir managed to do. They suddenly gain an individuality they had never shown while they were working to maintain the dark future.

Where they abandoned Dusknoir in the Old Ruins, now Grovyle has motivated them to look for their dignity and fight for a better world, and that starts with protecting their leader from Primal Dialga's rampage, and supporting his new objective and allies in their quest to save the future. In their own small way, they've also grown as characters throughout SE5.

I believe that, overall, Dusknoir saw the Sableye as tools, but thanks to their growth and clear care for him, there's a possibility he might start to see them (and by extension other pokémon) in a more genuine, less pragmatic / objectifying way in the future. Now that Dusknoir has the chance to live a fulfilling life, he may learn to care for others without surrounding himself by so many walls. If anything, I think their future is quite bright. Not that the Sableye would mind if he still thrashed them around, though lol, they're clearly not bothered much by it (special episode 0 had a great depiction of the sableye imo, you can check that romhack if you haven't yet).

In conclusion, look at these little guys who adore their can-get-mean-but-is-mostly-polite boss and probably have a body count but now are good, they're so cute:

[r-aindr0p]

Rook. Idk if you'll see this first or not, but please send the package over... I have the money to get my mini rollo ok!

Sending them to y'all with a care package (a small packet of brown sugar and a mini pillow) dw they shouldn't multiply if the meals are spaced out enough. Rook is calibrating and sending

[fisheito]

devs Pranked me again. Got me [ENGAGED] and[[ABSORBED. ]] 😠😠😠😠

[whatthehali]

Pacer candles are finished + the Pacer Shrine is ready for the Eastern Conference Finals

[taggedmemes]

MARINA / PRINCESS OF POWER change wording as desired, etc etc.

a tale as old as time, a story just like mine.

you've been hurt by those who were supposed to treat you right.

love is our design.

i confused love with control.

i confused love with manipulation

my past has taken its toll.

i'm gonna change my whole life.

i've had a revelation — just had to leave you behind.

i've been hurt by those who were supposed to treat me right.

i lived the sweet and i lived the sour.

been living life locked up in a tower.

now i'm blooming like a flower.

welcome to my world.

stuck in a loveless generation.

ready to go through a transformation.

i taught myself how to love again.

it's not too late to change the way you love, the way you care.

love is in the giving, not the receiving end.

sometimes, people gonna let you down.

not everybody's meant to stick around.

i feel the pain and you feel it too.

i won't let nobody treat me like you do.

now i'm leaving you behind.

trust no bitch, even people that you love.

i can flip a switch quicker than a blade does.

i'm a star.

i'll be shining wherever you are.

don't let nobody dull my shine.

this ain't no bonnie and clyde, but you can by my thelma on the side.

they say i should settle down, but i don't wanna.

your ex is hitting you up.

don't let him back in your bed.

not your fault he fell in love.

i'm sweet and i'm icy and strange.

cuntissimo, it's a way of life.

i wanna do things i'm not supposed to.

never going back to the place i lived.

i wanna swim topless in the ocean.

spread me like a picnic on the floor in the forest.

the more i love myself, the higher up i wanna go.

i wanna kiss you until i see stars.

i'm gonna fall in love tonight.

my heart-shaped eyes are burning bright.

i'm looking for a lover and you're at the top of my list.

i wanna show you happiness so you don't have to fear it.

i had a dream that i'd always been yours.

he acts so tough but he likes it soft.

he'd rather be alone than open up.

ever since i was young, love had me confused.

now i realize that i've been a fool.

you make me wanna be someone you love.

i've never been loved by somebody like you.

i'm so into you.

you're hotter than god.

maybe we're both as bad as each other.

heartbreak is hard but loving is tougher.

maybe you're not so mysterious, just a little insecure.

maybe you're not what you seem.

maybe you're not the man of my dreams.

you don't even want the real me.

you don't want real love.

maybe you're just a parasite.

i was so lovestruck by you.

thought you were a hopeless romantic, turns out you might be a little selfish.

all you ever did was bring me tears.

sometimes the truth is i've got nobody to hang out with.

sunday is for lovers.

sometimes the truth is i don't want to live anymore like this.

i've been so lovely all of my life.

maybe i was born to live my life alone.

i can't even look at my own reflection.

maybe if i disappear, then the black hole will clear inside of my head.

when i say i like you, that means i'm obsessed.

you're my one desire.

come in for the kill like i'm ready to die.

please respect my space.

it's not like me to attack.

you can come back to my place, but you must like cats.

welcome to the golden age.

everything is peachy now.

marry me, let's make a vow.

i can look back at the past and see what i have learned.

try my best to act my age, but the child won't behave.

she wants to scream and cry and rage and who am i to dig her grave?

didn't grow up in a normal world and now i'm just an adult girl.

i'm too old to die young.

spent my twenties dreaming of suicide and love.

always cycling in between existential dread and doom.

tell me how to heal the terror living inside me.

that's my sun shining down on your rain.

are you in the mood to lose me again?

once i'm done you'll never see me again.

you're the final boss, i'm your rival.

you can't even look me in the eye.

i can't be your fall guy.

guess i beat you at your own game.

you don't like anything you can't control.

if i kill you, life will never be the same.

[sickosdotjpg]

honestly think one of the hottest things a person can do is sneeze into the cowl/collar of a turtleneck sweater or similar

[kanene-yaaay]

Lan Xichen smiled softly, his eyes shining with adoration, his touches dancing with love as they clamped on the other's ribcage and dug.

As Jin Guangyao arched upwards with a shriek, Lan Xichen promptly lowered himself, caging the other successfully and nuzzling his face, tracing his cheek with the tip of his nose, pressing light pecks on that laughing mouth, kissing the corners of his eyes and cooing appeasingly at the salty taste he got at this, rewarding his lover with more and more caressing as his fingers continued to unmercifully latch on any and every weak spot, vibrating on his lower rib, clawing at the highest one, poking and scribbling the ticklish space in between them, over and over again.

The squeals, screeches, guffaws and flustered laughter fuelled his teases and tickles as Lan Xichen wished that he could engrave each and every detail to his mind. The way that Jin Guangyao gripped his hand that held those delicate, lovely wrists nice and cozy above his head, every nuance of his laughter, the difference between his flustered smiles, how his eyes would fly open everytime he suddenly changed spots, how those very eyes would clue on his filled with excitement, with joy, with a realization that made him even more flustered and even more delightfully ticklish under his touches.

At this point there was no hope of Jin Guangyao even try to think about controlling any of his reactions. He was buckling and squirming like his life depended on it, shaking his head, babbling admist his snorts, kicking and crackling, that kind of laughter that he would never been showing someone so perfect, so beautiful and graceful as Lan Xichen if he could. But, just like every other part of himself, the Lan had it (his reactions, his trust, his smiles, his love) right in the palm of his hand, wrapped around those heavenly and devilish fingers that were pinching and squeezing his sides without abandon, jumping from one to another, tasering that horrible spot on it right next to his belly, tracing lightly innocent circles around the skin before digging on them without any warning, making him squeak, squeal and snort and laugh and laugh and laugh, his crackling getting higher as the other calmly got close and closer to his hips.

He squeezed another sweet spot and Jin Guangyao couldn't help but jolting and bringing his legs close, miscalculating his strength and accidentally kneeling Lan Xichen on his back with enough force to make him dip closer.

Big eyes stared at him and Jin Guangyao immediately stared back, still wheezing, still snickering as those playful tickles only slowed, but didn’t stop.

"Er-r-ehehehege! Thihihihis eek! Thihihis lohohowly one apohohologihIHIHIHIZE! Fohohor he would ne-eh!-eveheher dare to lahahahay a hand on yohOHOHOHOU otherwiseEHEHEHEHEHE! Er-ge!"

"A-Yao has such a magnificent way with his words. So polite, so endearing, so charming and clear-headed." Seeing the hit was only accidental and not an actual protest, Lan Xichen was happy to go back to his previous tickles, drilling and squeezing his hip again and again until there was more chuckling and snorting than actual words in the other's sentences. "Worry not, my love this er-ge will take care of this immediately."

"IHIHIHIHI'LL TRY - ah! NOHOHOT THERE! - TO STOHOHOP MYSEHEHELF TO NOT-T PUT YOHOHOHUR WOHORK AT WHAHAHASTEEEEK!"

Lan Xichen tsked and laying himself even more so he could get closer to his loved one.

"My A-Yao, my dear and sweet A-Yao, don't you know? You can move around as much as my fated one want." As if to prove his words, Lan Xichen let go of his wrists, massaging them for a bit before letting them rest on the mattress.

He then rested their forehead together, capturing those smart, shiny eyes only to himself, increasing the electricity and surprise of his touches as he let go of his wrists to let his hands wander across his chest, his ribs, his sides, one big palm resting right in the middle of the stomach as the other one curled around his hipbone, both of them barely pressing, but still clear in their promises.

His smile was hypnotizing, warm, lovely, wonderful. Because of that, Jin Guangyao immediately knew what they were saying even before the words left his lips and he began giggling, tiny, quick snickers leaving his lips in a hurry, one after other as adrenaline ran across his nerves and he held the other's white, pristine robes on his hands, lowering his legs, melting on the bed, opening himself to any and every attack that was to come.

A shiver ran across his spine as Lan Xichen noticed and a smirk, hungry, took over his face as his eyes traced the dimples mixed with his blush as if he just wanted to get closer and take a bite. It only lasted a second (a flustering, mind stopping second that would be the reason he would lay at night awake in his bed, Jin Guangyao is sure) before his expression transformed in his sweet smile again, big warm eyes staring at him.

"Do as you want, my A-Yao." He nuzzled behind his ear, nibbling the ticklish skin and being rewarded with even more titters, uncontrollable and unstoppable and the sweetest song he could ever compose.

"Squirm, trash, laugh, roll, shriek, push me away or pull me closer." His voice was nothing but a teasing whisper. "You're not going anywhere."

His fingers began tickling and Jin Guangyao threw his head back, his thoughts silent and heart warm, and laughed.

[despair-tea]

okay, I did two 20min sessions just drilling the Fortune BnB.

22x + 31x. Phewwwwwwww. We're starting to get there. Now I'm gonna need to start practicing on live dummies.

[shooks-stupid-oc-askblog]

Classes had just ended for the day, and Shino was almost ready to just dip.

Emphasis on almost.

"shino-chaaaaaannn---"

Before she could react, Sakura had already descended upon her, much to her chagrin. How annoying....

"Get off of me Yurei."

"but shino-channn" the girl pouted, still clinging to her arm. "i'm sad......"

Shino grimaced. Greaaat. May as well just humor this, it was probably the only thing that would make her go away. "What the hell could you possibly be sad about."

...Hey, she said she'd humor her. Not that she'd be nice about it.

Sakura looked up at her with a big ol' pathetic stare. "well..... i've been trying to get more friends like you told me to, right? and i noticed some of my classmates seem to like flowers, so i thought 'hey! my name is a flower, maybe they'd let me be friends with them!' but...." she slid down Shino's arm, pressing her cheek against it as she did so. "they already have a sakura..... so i can't be friends with them....."

She was silent for a few seconds, just.... Processing how ridiculous this literal non-issue was. ".......Are you actually serious."

Sakura nodded. "of course i'm serious!!! they wouldn't want to be friends with another sakura when they already have one.... why would they?"

Shino let out an annoyed huff, finally wresting her arm free and crossing them in front of her chest. "That makes literally no sense Yurei. Why the hell would your name matter in the slightest."

"because.....! there can't be two sakuras! that wouldn't make any sense!!"

Jesus. This was so stupid.... And so incredibly annoying....

...But. She did have an idea, that might get this pink annoyance out of her hair.

...For a while, atleast.

But still.

"Did you even talk to them? Or did you just. Assume they wouldn't want to be your friends because you just so happen to share a name with someone they're already friends with."

Sakura looked down. "well.... i was too sacred to ask because i figured they'd say no....."

"....Ugh." She sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look. If I offered to ask them for you, would you at least just give it a shot?"

Her eyes lit up. "ah- really shino-chan??? you'd do that for me??? yaaaaay--!!! ah, let's go right now, hee hee~!"

"Wait I didn't mean-"

-But it was too late. Sakura was already dragging her down the hall in search of her classmates.

Annoying..... Ugh, this better work out how she was hoping it would....

[ @newbogggg ]

[pumpkinhcad]

@electricea || STARTER CALL.

He did not intend to eavesdrop on their conversation, but those girls were talking quite too loudly. Loud enough for him to hear. And they were not saying very nice things.

Legs were swinging back and forth as Pump sat on a wooden bench, watching wave after wave of older teenagers leave the premises of their high school. Why? He was curious, that was all. They were older than his sister, but younger than Kevin. They used weird words he could not understand, wore the same clothes as everyone else their age, and were in school all day! He could never, he hated school. Needless to say, older teenagers were a complete mystery to him.

And they did not even pay him mind. Perhaps they assumed he was someone's younger relative waiting. Wearing a pumpkin costume, yeah. But it got to the point where a group of teenage girls had been muttering to each other within Pump's vicinity... and pretty brazenly at that. Their eyes, their expressions of disgust, their words, all were focused on a blond guy who was standing by the school's large fence all by himself.

Obviously, he needed to see this for himself. After all, he could not understand what those girls' mean-spirited deal was! And so, his gloved hands pushed him off the bench, scuttering his way past and around people until he made it to that part of the fence.

The other was on his phone, but he had to notice him eventually, right? ❝ I don't get it. ❞ He was standing right in front of him, staring a hole into his head with a look of confusion on his face. ❝ You don't look bad. ❞ And he was not even being subtle about it! Just like those girls, ironically enough.

[songs-of-future-past]

Goodbye, for now.

To all who receive this, I'm sorry. When I began investigations with the Drifter and our late friend Eris Morn, I had no way of knowing it would end like this. Oryx returned in some regard. The Dreadnaught, breathing again. The Deep- or rather what lurks inside it- reaching out and speaking in ink and tar. Perhaps intentionally setting foot into that echo chamber is a poor choice, but sometimes such things are necessary. I suppose doing something reckless for the sake of research is one of the most cliché things a warlock can do, but I digress. This letter is not to be a long-winded explanation of the why's and how's of what I'm doing. This is to prepare for the potential fallout of this decision of mine.

To my friends in green and gold, respectively. Shin and Germaine. You've had your differences in the past, but you two better than any I know are aware of the risk, and are willing to do what is necessary. If it comes to, gather a team and do not hesitate. I would return to the Light at the hands of none other than one of you two.

To Deputy Commander Sloan and Ahsa: I thank you for your guidance. If I return, it will be by your teachings. If I do not, know that it is in no way a failure on your part. It is by you that I have walked this path as far as I have. Thank you for that.

To the Vanguard, there is much to say and few words to say it in. We've had our differences, but I am proud to have fought at your side over these past years. Commander Zavala: your ability to stand tall in the face of everything thrown our way has been an inspiration. Rest easy. Ikora: despite our past arguments, I am proud to have called you a mentor. There was much I could not have made it past without your guidance. Crow: You have far, far exceeded my expectations over the years. Do not forget your past, but rise above it knowing that you have become so much more.

To Saint-14 and Osiris, two of the greatest men I have ever known. Now more than ever, I hope that you find your peace. I have learned as much from you both as Saint claims to have learned from me. Live beyond what you mean to others, and live for each other. You have found a finer thing than any amount of silver or glimmer. I know few others who can treasure it like the pair of you.

To Lord Shaxx and Valus Forge. I'm sure you both hate to see one another mentioned in the same sentence, so I hope this letter reaches you both with leagues between you two. If it doesn't, please do not tear the Tower apart arguing, but know that I hold you both in equally high regards. While Ikora taught me what I know about the light, you two taught me what it means to be a guardian. Even when I strayed to uncharted territory, your teachings kept me from following the unworn path into corruption. If I do return free of black fire, it will be in part by the memory of what I learned from you just as much as the resolve learned from Deputy Commander Sloan.

To Banshee-44, Ana, and Elsie (and Archie), I cannot imagine my journey without any of you. You are all a credit to the Tower any guardian would be proud to call friend.

To Failsafe, I cannot thank you enough for what you've done for us. I know you said that wanting to help is part of your programming, but in my opinion you have gone above and beyond. I cannot thank you enough for keeping an eye on the little rabbit while I have been unavailable. I don't think it would've bounced back like it has without you.

To Empress Caiatl and Misraakskell, I (and many others) value our alliance far more than words can express. There are few leaders I would bend a knee for, and I would do so for you both with pride. And to Eido, Variks, and Nimbus, your aid and council is just as valued. I know we Guardians can be a difficult lot to handle, and you five have all done so with a level of skill I can only hope to emulate.

To Luzaku and Fynch, my words are simple. You are brave to stand against not just your brood but your entire species. Walk in the Sky.

To RZ-3 and Gerda-3, I have known you for a short period, but I appreciate your presence all the same. These past weeks have been difficult, and even if it can be difficult for me to fully express, I truly did enjoy those times spent in your company.

To Elyan, you are braver than you know. I know how tempting it can be to walk dangerous paths when you're scared and confused, but I trust that you have the strength to remain on the straight and narrow. Your journey is just beginning. Listen to Crow and keep working with Sloan. It's hard, I know, but you'll get there.

And finally, to my candle in the dark. Ellis. When we first met, it was in a time where I was struggling to find a reason to continue fighting. And like a lighthouse in a storm, I found you. If the worst happens, I regret only breaking the promise I made to you. You reminded me of how important it is to be with others, and as I walk into the dark alone, my last thoughts will be of you.

Ad memoriam, to all those we have lost. The Speaker. Cayde. Amanda. Rasputin. Eris. Sagira. Targe. May you all rest in peace knowing that those you have touched have all been bettered by your presence. You will never be forgotten.

I thank all of you for your time, patience, and presence in this second life of mine. If I am lost, I couldn't be leaving the Sol system in better hands. If I return, these words ring no less true. I am proud to call every one of you a friend, and I thank you for your time and your company.

~ Nocturne Minsk

[merekingston]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: any multi-level residential building downtown, morning 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: open to anyone, capped at (2/3)

Alexa Haverty, property manager. (854) 525-6613. Fifth floor, Apartment C. Parking on street. Monday, 9:30am—Meredith skimmed over the hastily scrawled notes she'd taken the evening before on the back of a gas station receipt, settling her nerves with the repetition of now very familiar information.

She knew who she was seeing. Where she was meeting them. Where to leave her car, what time to be there, how to contact them if she got lost... It was fine. She was fine. Maybe a little bit off her rocker, what with the desperate need to know and control every single thing, but she would see the apartment, decide whether or not she'd apply, and it would be fine.

At least, that was the thought she held onto, tooth and nail, until the elevator came to a whining, jarring, full fucking stop. Eyes wide and flying off the slip in her hand, Mere glanced at the numbers 2 and 3 illuminated on the panel. That's—What? No. A moment later her gaze switched to the only other person taking the lift.

"Is this—This isn't normal here, is it?" Was this a freak malfunction, probably another little gift from God to push her that much closer to the edge, or was this something that happened once, twice a week? Is that why the rent was so underpriced compared to the rest of the market? Because every day was a gamble between making it home before the ice cream melts or entrapment?

"It'll start back up in a second or two. Right?"

[smallhanded]

❛  we shouldn't - ah,  we shouldn't be doing this.  ❜

the night's been a whirlwind,  really.  the most fun kai thinks he's ever had but then again that's how things always feel when he's with neo.  his very best friend.  his anchor.  the person that's been in his heart for the longest;  the person who has seen every side of him,  every phase.  it only makes sense that he loves them,  right?  that he always has?  that the love for them has run through his veins for as long as he can remember,  comes as naturally as breathing.  as living;  existing,  and remains his best kept secret — though some may argue otherwise.  sat on the curb outside of underworld,  kai feels like he's bursting out the seams with it.  he's a little tipsy,  smiles toothy and lazy,  stomach warm while head feels fuzzy in the pleasant kind of way — and neo's beside him.  bright and dazzling and absolutely beautiful.  bewitching.  finds it difficult to stop looking at them,  finds it impossible to not get lost in their eyes;  mesmerized under the moonlight.  “  neo,  ”  and the moment that familiar bambi hits his ears,  he's leaning in closer,  the rest of the world gradually fading away,  “  neo.  neo,  can i,  ”

it's all kai manages to get out before the remaining distance between their faces is brought to a close,  doe eyes full of love and want and something else gazing right into their best friend's,  waiting on silent permission.  when he feels like he receives it,  a gentle hand cradles soft skin and pink stained lips are pressing into theirs.  the explosion of his heart within the confines of his chest happens immediately,  breath hitching in his throat because of how fucking good this feels.  like a missing puzzle piece has finally been found and put in its rightful place,  like they're at the top of a carousel as soon as fireworks light up the night sky and color the world around them.  kisses neo slow and gentle,  mouths slotting together perfectly like its meant to be,  they're meant to be,  meant to do this —

kai doesn't stop there.  doesn't want to.  kisses them again before they return to kai's apartment,  again when they're in the hallway,  again as they move through the living room.  kisses neo against every available surface,  savors the way their mouth feels on his,  the way they taste — a combination of all the two of them have had to drink tonight,  and something sweeter,  something uniquely them — continues until they get to the bedroom.  it's not the first time neo's been inside,  of course,  their sleepovers frequent.  but this context is new,  it's exciting,  leaves kai's body buzzing.  hardly even wants to break for air but does so briefly once they're laying down together,  breathing deeply as eyes drink in their kiss-swollen mouth,  a different kind of warmth spreading throughout kai's body.  urges him to continue,  so he does,  lips finding neo's once again,  as easy as can be.  hand rests on their waist,  small in his grasp as their bodies become flush against one another,  tongue softly licking into their mouth. 

thinks he could do this forever if neo lets him,  if neo wants him to.  heart pounds in his chest,  his ears full of his own heartbeat and the sounds of their shared breathing,  the wet sounds of their kisses,  the quiet little sounds that pull from his throat the more he wants.  craves.  so much so that his mouth begins to wander elsewhere;  testing the waters with soft presses across neo's throat,  their neck.  teeth graze against the same places,  not daring to bite but tease in a way to make what he's thinking of obvious.  continues as the hand on their waist squeezes before dipping beneath the fabric of their top,  hand now holding onto bare skin,  splaying out and touching where he can.  feeling neo like this is maddening,  shiver of desire rolling down kai's spine.  wonders if he's doing too much,  taking it foo far — it happens in between a particularly deep kiss,  a tug of neo's lower lip with his own that kai slows down,  taking neo's words for what they are.  as much as he wants,  as much as he's on fire for them,  he listens.  part of him even agrees — thinks it should happen when they're completely sober,  if at all.  eyes shimmer with emotion as hand runs up neo's side,  touch innocent and gentle this time as he smiles softer now,  tops of his cheeks dusted with rose.  “  like kissing you,  ”  he whispers,  nose nudging against theirs.  lips softly press across the expanse of neo's face;  here and there,  the corner of their mouth,  lips.  full of nothing but unspoken love.  doesn't know if they realize what he doesn't say,  but he hopes they do.  wishes for it.  “  d'you wanna sleep?  sleep here.  don't want you to go.  ”

@loopstuck.

[thistransient]

It's that time again...

[niamh-draws-things]

made some of those "starter pack" things for two vampire ocs from a potential show/comic that i've been thinking up for a while!!

not as happy with this one (i rushed it a bit)

if anyone wants to know anything about these two feel free to ask!!!

main info post about the story - ...........