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first on the streets zero in the sheets is a crazy fucking thing to say and an even crazier thing for the subject of it to agree to

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Red & Gold

Two guys hang out after the moonchasing festival!

Yes this is the start to their qpr.

Arsenius belongs to: @cat-buried-in-tall-grass

tw: weed.

Esen inhaled smoke from the joint, letting the mind-altering drug flood his lungs and warm him up. He exhaled into Arsenius’ face, the doctor making a sour expression even as he inhaled the transferred smoke.

“You smell like chocolate.”

The hacker giggled, turning the joint around in his fingers to let Arsenius take it, enjoying the drug himself. He hadn’t had much time to indulge, his work was his main focus. But Esen made him relax, made him feel more free. Like he was young and capable again. He inhaled deeply, eyes partially closed as he tasted it on his tongue.

It was then that Esen stood up, moving to the stereo system that the doctor had fixed from old scraps on a day off. His bushy tail swished behind his dark red shorts, adorned with golden accents. He looked beautiful, Arsenius would be stupid to deny that. He inhaled again, watching the man fiddle with the stereo until music began to play through.

He fiddled with it a few more times until music that was best described as music for dancing began to play. He held out a hand, claws painted red with sharp golden tips, little foxes dancing along his nails. 

Arsenius got up, the third shared joint of the evening dangling from his lips as he took the fox’s hand. He was tugged closer, the man giggling as he began to get the often stoic doctor to dance with him. Arsenius used his free hand to pull the joint from his lips, blowing the smoke over Esen’s face and returning the favour from earlier.

“Having fun, little fox?”

Esen nodded, expression pleased. His eyes were red, white slit pupils wide and swirly like when he used his resonance abilities. “Are you?” He questioned back before taking the joint, spinning in Arsenius’ arms and leaning against him before he put it between dark lips, inhaling the weed.

He was, he really was. 

The most fun he’d had in a long time thanks to the man beaming in his arms.

Arsenius nodded.

“Good! Let’s keep dancing!” 

And so they danced until the joint was spent, only stopping to put it with the other butts. Then they were all over each other, Arsenius spinning a giggling Esen while the latter dipped the former. It was a sweet kind of freedom, no responsibilities, just two friends enjoying one another’s presence.

Until the music got lower, more passionate, there was really only one appropriate dance for it. Plus with Esen’s back already against the doctor’s chest, it was an easy position. Esen brought one arm up, bending at the elbow slightly. He moved down then back up, giggling as he felt the wavering grip on his waist.

“Oh come on, prude~ You can grind!”

Arsenius laughed, truly laughed. It caught him off guard. But there was no harm in it. His grip tightened on Esen’s waist, grinding against his ass and swaying his own hips. And it was as if something dawned on the fox, his tail wrapped around his thigh to make room.

"Is this okay?"

Now he was asking? The doctor wanted to laugh again, but he just got closer, his breath hot on the back of the fox’s neck. “It’s perfectly fine.” Arsenius was so close he could smell Esen’s perfume, the mix of berries and musk. It was a very pleasant scent.

“Great~”

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Non romantic lovers Rowan was so right about that....

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hoping omen and grim are in better terms SOLELY for the matching sweater possibilities

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and every time i sigh and go "yes honey"

Sorry to rowan who makes an oc and has me immediately go "can I kis?"

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spiced maple comfort ship... comfort ship spiced maple.....

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THE ONLY OPINION I ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT HAS SPOKEN put on the latex boy

do i put him in uniform or do i put him in a bodysuit...

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do i put him in uniform or do i put him in a bodysuit...

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mitsuko, going on an elaborate ramble on how they shouldn't try to mess with divine and cursed designs when pursuing their targets to avoid calamity:

masa for the past ten minutes she's been talking:

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rip kawaguchi mitsuko you would've loved fall out boy

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he would've stanned loona 🤟😔

rip hayashi masa you would have loved twice and black pink

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girl i was kind of a prophet

Silver - Abilities

Basic 

Catch and Release: Place a small mat on the floor. Enemies that step on this mat will activate its spiking mechanism and become Revealed for a few seconds.

Starstruck: Fling a small grenade in any desired direction, including around corners. Upon exploding, Concuss enemies for a short duration. Has two uses.

Signature

Disobedience: Load and charge a projectile with metallokinetic energy, and fire in a straight line ahead of Silver. Enemies hit by the projectile become Tampered, and their fire rate and damage is halved for a time period. Cooldown of 40s.

Ultimate

Nothing left behind: Overload a bomb with electric energy. Activate to aim it towards a specific area, and Fire to throw it ahead. Can be detonated early if shot mid air by Silver. Upon detonation, destroy all abilities under 100 HP, and half the HP of any remaining abilities. Deal 40 damage to enemies caught in the blast.

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gave them their fucking blood back

the sillies

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Untitled Pages

taglist: @cerasus--flores

There was no way to deny the shadow that followed him.

His shoulders wore a heavy cloak, one made of disappointments and all those he’d let down. It weighed him down, shielded him from the light. But he kept his head held high, blade slashed through flesh and bone.

The snow and ice bit into his cheeks but he paid it no mind, small arm trembled under the weight of the blade as heavy snow crunched underfoot. He would find what he had lost, he was determined to. The necklaces weighed heavy against his chest as he moved forward.

Nobody would stop him, nothing would stop him. Even as his eyes dimmed and his hands stained red.

Nothing except.

The burnt remains of an academy.

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don't look at my boner when i'm fixing your wires

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robot men who grit their teeth when you tug on their wires too hard. robot men whose ventilation systems start going off when you adjust their gears tight enough. robot men whose eyes go wide and bluescreen when you plug in a loose wire into the right port. i'm going insane.