#YEEEESSSS

[fycoren]

oh my fkn god we got outlaw shadow

[momochimchim]

OH YOU MUST KNOW I WILL DRAW MY WEIRD SHIPPS AND FAV CHARAS WITH THESE REFS!!!! YOU SHOULD TOO!!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

[honeysulani]

[listofpuddles]

heard some snowmelt trickling into a storm drain earlier and i could literally feel my soul healing a little bit

[aviiatrix]

Seeing people from the Fall.out RPC come back after the Fall.out show came out is making me unreasonably fucking happy.

[nxuvillette]

to that anon who sent me the kazuha request.. i got you.

[scrybe-of-death]

me watching as silhouette manipulates several people into turning against sun

[thesparkthatlightsthemoe]

I knew nothing about this! An exclusive Barnes & Noble edition! Just happened to stumble across it on one of my visits. 😃❤️

[sleepysnk]

NEUVILLETTE IN THE NEW TRAILER 😩

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Kiss meme from CC!

19 for Paresse/Rage, 14 for Paresse/Fussa

14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.

It's felt like years since they finally left the airport. Since Fusataro got home from her business trip. It's only been forty minutes.

She can see the way he twitches his fingers. How badly he wants to touch her, to hold her. How he refuses to take his eyes off her, for even a second, up until he has to drive them both home.

He can see how her eyes keep shifting to him, behind her sunglasses where no one can see but him. He hears how careful she is with her words, keeping them from wavering, as she makes casual talk with him in public.

It's been so long since they last touched, much less saw each other. They aren't public, and even if they were, making a scene out of seeing each other again would be frowned upon.

But now they're almost home. Almost there.

Paresse can't stop himself from reaching over and gingerly pressing the tips of his fingers to her hand in the car as he drives with the other hand. It's like a flame to thin paper and she's burning up because of it. She bites her lip to keep from whining.

The parking garage is empty of people, but it's not private enough. Even the elevator up isn't safe. Anyone could come in at any floor.

Nothing is said between them. It's a comfortable tension. A silence that says 'once that last number ticks by, I'm never letting you go again.' Her side barely presses against him. Just enough to return the favor from the car to drive him mad. Just enough that she can separate quickly should the elevator stop.

It doesn't. Blissfully, they're allowed to be touching until they pass that final number before the pent house.

The instant it changes, he's on her. His arm snaps around her waist and, like a drowning man breathing again, she gasps out a laugh and throws her arms around him. The door opens and he picks her up to carry her in. Just enough to be inside to push her against a wall and hold her there, almost smothering her with his lips on hers.

Briefly, she thinks of how a python strikes and coils around a mouse, holding them in place and not letting go until their breath is stolen.

Her hands dig into his scalp, fingers lacing through hair and bandages alike. Holding him there with all her might as if he might dare pull away before she no longer has breath. Her knees hold on to his waist, locking in place there. Little whines escape her in wordless desperation.

Briefly, he thinks of a big cat clamped onto the throat of its prey, starving it of oxygen until it stops moving.

He groans in his chest, his hands clawing into her shirt as if she would disappear into thin air if he doesn't.

"Hey-- oh, for fuck's sake, don't start fucking in the hall, please." Mizho's voice breaks through their minds. Paresse rips away only just enough to partially turn his head and let out the most feral snarl she's heard from him since becoming human. She immediately takes a step back.

Fusataro gasps softly to breathe before she taps Paresse's shoulder, "She's right." She mutters against him, "Put me down."

He whines, but lets her go. Only for her to shoot him a starving look over her shoulder as she slips into another room. Paresse can't follow fast enough, teeth baring to tear at his bandages as he does so, shouldering the door out of his way.

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19: One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

It's a spur of the moment thing. They're alone. Paresse wasn't thinking. He just did it.

He kissed Rage.

He expected anger, a lashing out, a shock at the very least. But he's met with stunned stillness. He held it for only a second, then pulled away. The face he saw wasn't one of disgust or fury.

It's a face flushed red, dazed by what just happened. Staring at him, at his lips, like a deer in headlights. He hesitated. He wanted more. He knew Rage was unlikely to stop him, caught off guard like this. But.

"Do you... Want to do this...?"

Rage's eyes finally came back for their thousand yard stare and met his eyes directly. There's two breaths of a pause. One taken as if about to say something. And then a second out of frustration. The right words would not come.

The pause was broken by hands around his head, dragging him back down into another kiss. This one was reciprocated. This one was fierce. This one was hungry. Eyes closed and tension melted away. For a few seconds, everything was perfect. Everything made sense.

The door clicked, and they rapidly parted, but light flushes remained on their face and sly glances would be passed between them.

[nxuvillette]

i’m about to become so annoying

[aulga]

@sweepweep look in the tags

based off a tweet from shadow's prime va

[pocket-sized-lawyer]

"Hey Rei, Bet your sceret marriage only failed because you're like every other gamer. A sweaty tryhard loser. Try being normal then maybe someone will actually like you for once."

Upset my muse! Say something to hit a nerve! Insult their loved ones!! Nothing’s off limits!!

Rei had very few weakpoints that could be targeted. And the wedding - the one that very few people in the world even knew about - was absolutely her number one. How this person found about it, she didn't know. But to mention it. To address it. To blame her for getting left at the altar.

Tears of both sadness and rage welled in her lids as she tightened the balls of her fists.

"She liked that about me. She.... was like me.... I-It wasn't my fault.... It wasn't my....." Punching a wall weakly, she ran way into her room; locking the door.

[burirammin]

Yooooooooo my ear’s all good now.

[citrusbuds]

their ship name dragonology

anyway. sorry farmers