#The queue's a sham!

[adamanteine]

this art? very shams core to me

[sweet-beezus]

Let's gooo, welcome back to another @khoc-week wahoo!!!

I'm so stoked to inhale more character lore, old and new, this year, and I can't WAIT to see what everyone has in store!!!

I'm bringing in a new OC this year for some more diverse flavor, so without further ado lets meet her!

Day 1 - Introduction

This is Myst! She is a Keyblade trainee studying under Master Lugh, and is working hard to someday earn the title of Master herself!

Her story takes place during Birth By Sleep, where she and Master Lugh travel between worlds fighting for balance and maintaining world order.

She is headstrong and dedicated to her craft, and is as well confident and slightly egotistical about her successes, but also harbors a soft spot for some of the people she meets along the way, including her fellow trainees and mentor.

She takes things head on and is fairly independent, especially in a time of crisis (which will certainly come, don't you worry).

She loves travelling and meeting new people despite the conflicting teachings of the other mentors, and finds so much enjoyment in discovering corners of the universe she never thought she would see!

That's all for day 1, I'm taking it easy this year so these posts will probably not be as meaty as last year's. I hope y'all enjoy anyway, see you on day 2!!

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Hi 💥

AS HE SHOULD 😤💚

[shamrockaceart]

I sculpted this rounded blue octopus figurine using polymer clay and cocktail sticks/toothpicks and a craft knife. I originally posted it to Instagram on the 30th April 2016 and I've added watermarks where previously there weren't any.

[kiealer]

“I won’t go easy on you.”

training turned tension starters

❝Oh, really?❞

Her tone alone begets a challenge, soon followed by a roll of her neck, various stretches and brief warmup movements. While training and sparring were not necessarily her forte by nature, she always found enjoyment in the activity -- particularly with Trunks. To say she could keep up with his utmost level of strength would likely be hyperbole, but to say she couldn't put up a fight would be equally unbefitting. It took little time for her to find her starting position, a few feet apart from her chosen partner. The stance itself is familiar, similar to the one who taught it to her. Meanwhile, her smile was bright, excited -- not arrogant, but confident.

❝You know that I never want you to. When we fight, you give me your all. Even if I can never catch up to you… I can at least try to keep up with you.❞

[mahmur]

@adamanteine's shams ( accepting! ) ∘ ∘ ∘ ❝ you look like you've got something to say. ❞

avoiding her gaze works only for so long, and prevarications are difficult to cross the tongue. anouar turns to face shams, because showing her his backside for too long would be just as suspicious as his guilt-ridden face right now.

what does he want to say? where should he begin? their emotions' complexity rots away the edges of their void. there is no possibility of filling it. even if they knew all the words of every language on this planet. ❝ i am tired. disgusted by what i have become. i used to have control, be in charge of myself ─ but now... ❞ they are madness.

in isolation, he has to live for his entire existence. with no chance of parole. locked up like a violation of one's morals. if there was a way to live differently anouar might take it. at least give it a try. they think of their bees and how tight they grasp to life so they do not judge his. the hand caring for them is just that, a provider, an assisting tool.

❝ what does it matter? complaining won't change the fact that i'm a cannibalistic monster in this society. humour me with your idea of a fun distraction. ❞

[mythvoiced]

* 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

RULES:  bold which thing your muse prefers (or, in some cases, maybe just hates the least!) out of each of the following pairs

peace or war?  /  sun or stars?  /  flowers or trees?  /  crescent moon or full moon?  /  streets or skyscrapers?  /  rooftops or balconies?  /  ink or glitter?  /  life or death?  /  order or chaos?  /   candle or bonfire?  /  ocean or sky?  /  leather or silk?  /  sweet or sour?  /  overstimulation or understimulation?  /  book or letter?  /  soft or coarse?  /  fight or flight?  /  spoken or written?  /  silver or gold?  /  playing cards or tarot cards?  /  circles or angles?  /  cramped or vast?  /  checkers or chess?

tagged by: @kamipyre I LOVE SUKI SO MUCH DMAMIT ty~ ♥ tagging: @astremourante @intergalacticxmisfits (Jenny~ ♥) @voxvulgi (JUDE~) @theimpalpable (Sigye ;3) @wellfell @riiese (Ingvar~) @uroborosymphony (CALISTA!!!!) @velvetineblue @rippleofwords & YOU ♥

[the-prophecy]

Ok bye <3

[tidesfate]

THE INEVITABLE KNOWER HAD MADE ITS PRESENCE EVIDENT BEFORE HER TIME AND TIME AGAIN. Animals preferred presentation, as was before and as is in this moment in the shape of a bird. What once feathers of BROWN AND PATTERN, now pitch and mistakable for a corvid dipped in ink. Eyes vivid, pallid yellow gems // GLOWING IMPOSSIBLY AND ATTENTIVE UNMISTAKABLY. It perches atop a pillar, beak dripping reminders of its presence atop its design as it speaks. “&– - I know who you are, and for this I shall not pretend you are a fool that you are not. What I can offer will only hold bare similarities to what you once had, but the candle illuminated will alight different paths.” Head cants along its sockets, talons beginning to scratch silently a shape into stone. “&– - Those born with the magic that leaks from my realm, and those students I tutor, have below their palms the options to undo.... or redo. Bend, amend, or snap. You witness first hand the potency of even this.... fraction of a whole.” // @adamanteine sent for 🐙 an Verse Starter

[adamanteine]

YEAHHHHHHHHHH my gaming laptop arrived we all know what this means

[sweet-beezus]

It's a certain lil' man's bday today...

[endosexual]

Ive never been more bored in my life.... is this how parents feel?

[shamrockaceart]

I sculpted this spherical red octopus figurine using the polymer clay and tools (a cocktail stick/toothpick and craft knife) in the photo. I originally posted it to Instagram on the 30th April 2016. Watermarks have been added where previously there were none.

[mythvoiced]

(but wait, I also have a whipped dragon too I'M; ALSO FEEL FREE to do anything you wish with this IWHEDIHED ♥︎♥︎♥︎) There he goes, this azure dragon taking a soft hold of Hyun's face. The softest he can, despite calloused hands. "Here you are." He says with the brightest of smiles, one palm moving as to caress the side of their face, fingertips sliding up, getting to brush part of their hair. "The most beautiful being I've ever seen." And he leans in, pressing several kisses to their cheek; almost in a playful tempo. "Gorgeous Ruby and Onyx." Voice turns even more dulcet before kissing cheek again, this kiss being more tender than the others; lingering.

@theimpalpable | oh GOSh the inventors of Love-

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It's difficult for themself, sometimes, remembering where they are.

The room looks familiar enough, warm and cozy, permeated by the familiar scent of rain and warmth, or safety, in other words, in the embrace of scales and hands seemingly designed to make them feel like the world might just be that good a place they'd originally thought it to be.

But love doesn't get rid of scars or reprogram a brain to forget its carved instincts to keep itself and its attached body safe. As much as Hyun wants it to, Boram can't chase all the ghosts away.

No, that's... a bad way to phrase it. Hyun doesn't want Boram to chase their ghosts away, that's not a responsibility that should be placed upon him, not when they keep their heart so very safe already, not when they genuinely already do more for them during those days than they'd sometimes cared to put in the effort to do for themself - the really bad ones, where 'fuck it' was just easier than the exhausting feat of looking after themself.

But Hyun would like to be... better in a way good enough that Boram won't ever have to worry about the potentials of the thought of... well, does it mean anything when not even Boram can make the really bad... better?

And then he flies right in again, their rainy prince, as if he'd developed a sixth sense for when Hyun's 'bad' had unfortunately dipped its toes into Boram-related insecurities.

They're detestable.

There are so little things in life they're less certain of than they are Boram. Loving Boram is a certainty that lacks words, no amount of their language developing ever since they first met has come with new ways to better describe what it is like for Hyun to love Boram.

Boram is as good to him as air is, except even air can be too much if arranged wrong - been reading some science texts, huh? Even too much oxygen can kill, there's never 'too much' Boram in Hyun's life.

Detestable, and an easy way to slip into another rabbit hole.

And then...

And then...

And then suddenly Hyun is being asked to pay attention to their lighthouse and anchor, to the one thing they can be certain of, no matter whether they should be allowed to love this much or not. Their beautiful, kind dragon, who creates an empire and uses the money to make gardens, who still knows them after centuries, who looks at them and the past they shared and finds it in himself to love them anyway, no matter what might have tied them together at first.

Hyun succumbs to the hands on their face. It's easy to relax into them, a natural, instant response, slumping into something safe and comfortable. They feel like they might look a little silly, unaware of how fragile their features have become, that little twitch that had moved from wide-eyed intrigue to something small and sad, before the sense of belonging had overtaken their face and painted a soft sigh into it instead.

The kisses make them smile, and even that is slightly wounded at the corners.

The pet name, the wordy compliment in colours, makes them giggle. Their cheeks are already rosy under Boram's lips, they're half tempted to half-heartedly smack them for making them any redder. They could forego pinching them for a blush effect at this point.

Their eyes flutter shut at the last kiss.

It's more than even Boram might be able to put into words, what that kiss means, how it both makes them shatter in Boram's hands, and puts them back together in a way that makes sense.

They open their eyes again with a soft prayer sent to the Heavens that they may get to keep this a little longer.

No matter what.

There's nothing they wouldn't do for their prince.

"Here I am," they whisper back, placing one hand on the back of one of Boram's. If poets could see the look in Hyun's eyes as they meet Boram's, would they find the words?

"I mean, I think I am," they add, more cheekily, "you can kiss again to make sure, though, if you'd rather~"

[darlinghearts]

Melody let out a small HISS of discomfort as the handcuffs were placed onto her wrists. They were too TIGHT or anything. Merely COLD to the touch upon sensitive skin. Though thankfully, the rigid material soon WARMED up and she could again settle her focus on him, and him ALONE. He looked so damn handsome in this low light, and she realized then that she had never seen him THIS up close before. He had retained a professional distance between them at all times leading up to now, and suddenly it was as if that RESTRAINT had all but vanished. And Melody couldn't have been happier at that fact.

The way his hands GENTLY touched her chin caught her off guard and she blinked up at him in surprise. Not even a second later, his lips were on hers and she was MELTING. Quickly and without shame. The blonde buckled under the shock of the kiss, and she HAPPILY kissed him back without more than a seconds hesitation. She didn't stop to pull away when his hands began to PULL at her clothes, or when she heard the tell tale sign of his ZIPPER coming undone. Nothing could pull her away from his lips - at least until HE decided to break the pair of them up just long enough to give her a command. PUT YOUR ARMS OVER MY HEAD. Easy enough. Melody flashed him a BRIGHT smile and nodded quickly before doing just that. Finally taking a moment then, she looked down and GROANED at the sight she saw there.

His THICK cock was sandwiched between MILKY white thighs and she almost came then and there. He was BARELY touching her in the grand scheme of things, but FUCK ... it was enough. Almost. The blonde quickly licked her lips before pulling him back in for another kiss, but this one only lasted a moment. JUST a second before she was pulling away again to MUTTER soft words against his lips. ❝You know what? I've ALWAYS wanted someone to FUCK me in the evidence LOCKER. Someone to FILL my little cunt up and leave me DRIPPING with cum ... ❞ All pretense of COY left her body as she moaned out the next few words. ❝Please tell me you're going to CUM in me.❞

unable to help but be slightly amused by her innocent demeanour as if her bubbly excitement had seemingly shrivelled up with his assistant now being irresistibly attractive with temptations riding high as the older male was unable to resist the impulsive urge to take her and claim the young woman for himself. thankfully they were alone in the dark no one around to judge his current behaviour with fraternising and most flirting with her however he succumbed to lustful intentions growing fierce like a burning fire growing out of control as seconds would pas. he calmed and collected on the surface and oozing a sense of confidence with nervousness and doubts mixed with uncertainty disappearing. enjoying the vacant silence between the two as he held his steely visibly charming gaze with her alluring orbs. his grin began to fade slowly when nodding his head assuring her that what he had shared with her in confidence was something he wanted to bring to fruition having made up his mind to have some fun in the evidence locker. " if i didn't then i wouldn't have agreed to it. what's got your tongue? " teasing her when his playful smirk returned to his lips. his eyes would then shift to watch and follow her hands rose up her hands complying with his bold yet risky suggestion of attempting to see if his cuffs weren't damaged. air would flee his lungs through his nostrils yet his eyes did not avert or shift away as he remained staring into them with a cheeky glint.

feeling her hands on his chest he proceeded to place the metal silver handcuffs onto her wrists clicking them securely and locking them in place. he then frowned and began to pat the pockets of his trousers and then his belt" uh oh. i seem to have misplaced the key. " teasing her. his hand would then lift as his thumb and digits curled around the tip of her chin he guided her head up and leaned forward only for his lips to meet her mouth instantly kissing them vehemently. hands wandered down to her shorts he would unbutton and pull down from her waist. eagerly he would be fast to unbuckle his belt and quick to unzip his trousers freeing his thick hefty aroused member sprouting immediately out from the opening. wrapping his hand around her lower back he slid the top of his member between her legs feeling the damp pooling heat cascade over his hard bare member. he slowly rolled his hips grinding his c.ock which brushed up against her heated sex. a grunt escaped as he pulled back and his mouth hovered against her lips. " put your arms over my head. " he breathed out his voice faint and dark eyes barely open but were ripe with lust. his hand ran down to cup and squeeze her soft ass cheek groping and pinching it amongst his firm digits.

[sweet-beezus]

Puxos

A rogue with a strange plan up his sleeves, however vague that plan may be. Despite his lone wolf vibe, he does, in fact, have a partner in crime that he may ever so slightly adore.