#cryptikoh

[fooltofancy]

may i request clementine or lea from the northern passage

both? both.

[sysba]

omg i missed out on ur oc content for a while but: 🌈 + ur exile mc? (mcs? idk up to u dövmdlcö)

💖💖💖💖💖 congrats you get to perceive my latest commander: the eboy™ 😌😂

[bosspigeon]

also hugs 33 💕

33. ‘picking them up’ hugs

 Mason puts out his cigarette on the heel of his boot the second he hears Chase coming. Refraining is easier when he’s around to focus on, but when it’s just Mason on his own, it’s a hard habit to break. He doesn’t turn to look, standing casually against the fence and looking into the middle distance. He hears leaf litter crunch under Chase’s boots, the steady rhythm of his heart, and feels himself settle a bit. The birdsong around him quiets, the fading sunlight doesn’t feel so bright, the smells of rotting leaves and evergreen trees and dirt are no longer overwhelming without the cover of smoke.

Chase’s arms slide around his waist from behind, and he can’t help the pleased little rumble that starts in his chest. “Frisky today?” he asks with a rough little laugh.

“Something like that,” Chase mumbles against his back.

And then the arms around his waist tighten, muscular forearms flexing, and Mason lets out a sharp, startled noise (absolutely not a yelp) as his feet are lifted off the fucking ground.

“What the fuck?” he barks, flailing a hand back to grab onto Chase’s shoulder. It’s taut and solid under his hand, and in ordinary circumstances, that might be very distracting, but as of right now all he can think are variations of the original ‘what the fuck?’

Chase turns around, taking Mason with him, and the only thing keeping him from kicking out is sheer shock. He feels like his brain has stalled entirely.

If nothing else, Felix’s cackling shakes him free enough for him to break Chase’s hold. The detective lets him go the second he begins to struggle, and he almost staggers at the lack of resistance. Chase brushes his gloved palms together and raises his eyes at Felix, who is almost doubled over several feet away, laughing so hard he’s wheezing painfully, and his cheeks are wet with it.

“There,” Chase calls with a decisive nod, planting his hands on his hips. “Satisfied?”

Felix offers an affirmative wheeze.

“What the fuck?” Mason asks again, feeling a bit like a broken record.

Chase just shrugs. “He said there was no way I could lift you. I figured I wouldn’t be able to unless I surprised you. Just be glad I didn’t toss you over my shoulder like a lanky sack of potatoes.”

Mason’s about to snap out a retort when Chase shrugs off his jacket, leaving him in his sleeveless turtleneck, and pointedly flexes his arms, showing off not only the myriad tattoos, but the way the muscles ripple under his inked brown skin. Mason runs his tongue along his bottom lip, and he forgets all about Felix wheezing on the ground.

“I’m all for a bit of manhandling, sweetheart,” he drawls, doing his best to recover some of his dignity,”but a bit of warning would be nice.”

There’s a telling quirk to Chase’s mouth and a spark in his dark eyes that says all that needs to be said. “Noted,” he chuckles.

[veeples-archive]

soft features i think, also something about the colors u use too but i can't put my finger on it

AW THANK YOU!!!!!! i do have lots of fun messing around with colors!!!! i'm glad that they come across well! <3

thank you for the kind message!

[what is my artist trademark?]

[cozycreaturescorner]

DO IT. BUZZ UR HAIR. IT'S THERAPEUTIC. but also i am obligated to remind u how annoying it is to wait for it to grow but still, DO IT FLXMFKZ

Hhteyfsjj maybe!! gods it really was such a good way to like bring me back to myself

also Fair! the length i'm at now is by no means impressive, but it felt like it took Forever to get it this long

[notyourpepperoni]

thanks for the info!!! wasnt expecting any replies but tysm!! i'll check it out 🌸

[olivershen]

another vexx romancer!! im so proud of you for having taste (who am i kidding im a simp for every single man in this game)

Skdhkshsks thank u. I’m confused about the structure of the game though. We don’t lock in to the romance option? Even if I’d chosen Vexx in that talk with Lisa in the bunker?

[impossible-rat-babies]

for pollux, 6 and 26

thank you!

super detailed ask meme!

6. what were they like at school? did they enjoy it? did they finish? what level of higher education did they reach? what subjects did they enjoy? which did they hate?

pollux was a pretty good student up until high school when he started emotionally and mentally “falling off the bus” so to speak. he enjoyed school, he just struggled a lot with applying himself and wanting to apply himself. he struggled with feeling like school was worth it + he wasn’t doing so hot in other areas of his life. but he got into college and managed to get into his second year or so before he failed out due to a lot of compounded issues.

but in school he did enjoy the sciences and literature. he wasn’t a fan of math and the visual arts--he doesn’t have much of a head for either of them.

26. how do they act when they’re happy? do they sing? dance? hum? or do they hide their emotions?

he smiles a lot when he’s happy! most of the time he gives just little nods or other gestures when he’s content, but he smiles when he’s happy. he laughs more too and will hum to himself. he also drops his guard more and is less aware 24/7 of what is going on around him.

[leirsulien-archive]

Spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url

thank you for the tag @knight-du-mortain and @queerdetectiveblue

Phoenix by Mulay Angry Too by Lola Blanc Lost by Joy Oladokun Every Kind Of Way by H.E.R Speaking a Dead Language by Joy Williams What The Water Gave Me by Florence + The Machine Only by Ry X Run For Your Life by Honors Daylight by Joji, Diplo

tagging: @tireddemigod, @bloemenbed, @nerdferatum, @sosolenoo, @cryptikoh, @felanndaris, @ashtis, @gavcowles, @quietsphere

[gaychaosdemon]

I got tagged by @fireheart05us to answer some questions about myself!!! Thanks man!

Name: Elio

Age: I'll be TWENTY in two weeks and I'm freaking the fuck out about it big time

Zodiac: Leo ☀️ Taurus 🌙 Libra ⬆️

Height: I Am Very Small And European: 155 cm.

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Last google search: Birthday party Tyler the Creator meme

Song stuck in your head: Boogie by Brockhampton

# of followers: I'm not sure like 80 something

Amount of sleep: a fuckton cause its hella hot in Italy, I have low iron and Im a sleepy sexy ass

Lucky numbers: any repeated combination of the number two

Wearing: my house clothes which consist of my red shortest shorts and a very communist T Shirt with a fist on it and the phrase "Le monde est à nous"

Fav song: what kind of question is this I don't know how to answer. I have an entire playlist of my favorite songs but right off the bat I'd say A Thing For Me by Metronomy

Favorite instruments: I kind of play guitar but I like singing more

Favorite Author: Don't really have one. Right now I am obsessed with Maggie Stiefvater as you can see from my blog which fucking turned into a trc dump

Aesthetic: very eboy looking tattooed and pierced guy who mainly wears black on the outside, the literal SUN on the inside. Also I like gold jewellery

Fav animal sound: CICADAS IN THE SUMMER

Random: Something that you may not know about me just assuming what I like from my blog is: I am a fucking huge beer geek. Yes I am a gay man that only drinks craft beer. I despise other alcoholic beverages. I have a beautiful relationship with the owner of my favorite beershop where I am a regular and people sometimes think I work there because I will occasionally help random people figure out what to drink instead of him.

People I'm tagging (obviously feel free to just ignore this): @wlwminyard @abitqueerupinhere @theflyingpeach @cryptikoh @adamarks @ravenwithasideofcrow @vanceityrecords

[sysba]

5 and 7 ✨

AJSJSKSKSK ......ok fine u got me 😂 especially with 5 👁️👄👁️

[bosspigeon]

not sure if i should pick an oc too so: hand holding 10 and 37 for whoever do you associate the prompt most

10. happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go

37. not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

“Knock, knock!” Tina chirps, poking her head into the office. She hardly reacts to seeing Felix perched on the detective’s desk beyond a slow smirk, but Virgo is far to focused on his work to notice. She leans against the door frame, still smirking, and waits a moment, then another.

“Hello? Detective Keane?” she presses, eyebrows raised.

Felix grins at her, wiggling his fingers in a cheery little wave.

“Yeah?” Virgo finally answers, eyes still focused on his screen. “Oh, um, hi,” he adds, an afterthought to an afterthought. Felix bites his lips to stifle a snicker.

“Just wanted to check in,” Tina continues, eyes flickering between the two men, “see how that report was coming.”

“Almost done,” Virgo hums, tapping his fingers along the keys. “No more than ten minutes or so.”

“Uh-huh,” she says, rolling her eyes. Felix’s shoulders are shaking with the effort it takes not to laugh. “I know a way you could cut that time in half, if you want to hear it?” she offers.

Virgo stops typing but still barely acknowledges she’s spoken, reaching for his mug to take a sip of no doubt lukewarm tea even Tina would find obnoxiously sweet. “Oh yeah?” he murmurs, setting down the mug and continuing to type. “What’s that?”

Tina lets him go a bit longer, until her prolonged silence finally makes him look up, hand poised over the keyboard.

Tina flashes him her most winning smile. “You could use both hands to type,” she says.

Virgo looks down at the keyboard and the singular hand hunting and pecking away, and then follows the line of his arm to the other one, tangled up with Felix’s on the vampire’s lap. Felix finally loses the fight and dissolves into a fit of laughter, almost sliding off the desk entirely. A vivid red flush suffuses Virgo’s skin, starting with his ears and working its way down his neck and blossoming across his pale, freckled face. Felix collects himself enough to peck him on the cheek, which has the added benefit of making him turn, if possible, even redder.

Virgo covers his face and sinks down in his chair with a long groan, and even melting into a puddle of embarrassment while his friend and coworker cackles so hard she’s clutching her stomach and starting to wheeze, he still doesn’t let go of Felix’s hand.

Felix keeps laughing, buoyed even more by the pleased fluttering in the pit of his stomach.

[cozycreaturescorner]

27

27- what color goes best with black, in your opinion?

in my personal and fashionable opinion, every single color is perfect to pair with black, it all looks good, live your life

and pairing black with black is just goth and immediately sexy

[olivershen]

im playing the laurent route and for some reason this man reminds me of edward cullen i look at this man and my brain goes mm sparkly robert pattinson just thot i'd tell you bc it hasn't stopped since i started the game dldözşdözşdlz

Skdhsksj he’s more carlisle cullen tbh

[sysba]

secretly a god but bad at hiding it, supported by u claiming you're just a dude 😌

DJSJSJSKSK idk what you're talking about i'm chad, 7000yo, a normal human

[bosspigeon]

"no cis nonsense in this house" please 🤲🤲 i must know

oh this one's fun! so for the last couple years, i've been outlining a plan for a potential future NANOWRIMO project when i'm in a better headspace to sit down and properly focus on it? (also, maybe when i'm actually appropriately medicated lmao)

i’ve only got a vague idea for the plot, but it mostly revolves around Urraka, a 7+ foot dragon-man, and essentially a remnant of a culture/race thought to be entirely either extinct or just a myth, and his adopted kid, Talon. Urraka is a traveling mercenary, and has been for a loooong time, and Talon was sort of raised on the road from infancy, so he’s a bit of a wild child lmao. this whole bit makes me giggle, so it’s kinda long, but i can’t decide which tidbit to cut off, so you just get all of it!

Talon's left a trail of discarded clothing in his wake, and Urraka sighs gustily. He does not change his pace, but periodically he bends down to pick up Talon's battered leather breastplate, his vambraces and kilt, and a sideways glance every now and then to make sure Puck is still keeping pace notes the progress of a mottled flush working its way from the fidgety scholar's ears to his neck and further still beneath his starched clothes.

“It has been a while since we've had a proper wash,” Urraka explains as he catches the flash of his ward's bare backside streaking its way towards the river. Urraka can only hope no wild animals make off with the lad's breeches before he can retrieve them.

“I suppose regular hygiene is difficult to maintain with such a lifestyle,” Puck mumbles, burying his nose in his book pointedly. Talon's too far ahead of them at this point for his weak [human] eyes to make out any details beyond “probably nude” but Urraka keeps this to himself and simply nudges the squirrelly creature away from any obstructions in the path.

When they reach the river, Urraka has gathered most of Talon's gear, and he dumps it on a dry patch of sun-warmed gravel and starts the arduous process of hauling off his own kit.

It's the height of summer, so the river is more of a stream than anything, just barely waist-deep where Talon's splashing around more than he's truly attempting to get himself clean.

Urraka spots a few darker spots that may be deep enough for him to sink himself at least to the hips, maybe to his waist if he sits. But anything is better than nothing, especially when it comes to clearing out dirt between his scales. He rolls his shoulders, and swears he can hear the grit grinding in his scutes.

“Hey, Da, can you toss me the soap?” Talon shouts. Urraka hardly has one foot in the water (warm at the edge, but he's hoping there's at least a few cool spots) but he still rumbles his irritation loud enough for the boy to hear as he lumbers back towards his haversack where it sits slumped on the bank.

Puck stands alongside it, fidgeting like he always seems to do, squinting up towards the sky in an effort to avoid looking at either of his naked traveling companions.

“Doesn't make much sense to blind yourself on our account,” Urraka hums, bending to retrieve the hard tallow soap from his bag. “Modesty has no place on the road, but I'd recommend turning around if it bothers you so much. Better than staring at the sun, at any rate.”

His ruddy cheeks go even ruddier, and Urraka can nearly feel the heat radiating off his ears. His eyes flicker downwards for a split second, and, unfortunately for him, where they'd rest at about chest-height on an average-sized person, they land just at Urraka's groin. He makes a strangled sound and spins around, and the Dragoi bites the inside of his cheek so he doesn't laugh out loud.

“If it makes you feel better, my kind don't keep our bits on the outside.” Puck's back goes ramrod straight, and Urraka's not sure if he's going to start scribbling that in his journal or run for the hills.

“Hey!” Talon hollers from the river. “Where's that soap, old man?”

Without looking, Urraka tosses a bar over his shoulder, and smirks when he hears a satisfying thunk, then an indignant squawk and a splash.

He glances back to see Talon sputtering as he drags himself upright. “Fuck you, ya big bastard lizard!” he roars, sweeping his arms together in a furious thunderclap that sends an arc of water towards him.

Urraka doesn't flinch, seeing as, to him, it's hardly enough water to be anything other than slightly refreshing. But it is more than enough to entirely drench Puck's back. The lad fair squeals and darts away, but it's too late to save his clothes, and he turns a miserable gaze towards the river, where Talon's laughing so hard he's liable to drown himself.

Urraka strides forward into the water, scoops up his insufferable brat before he can gather himself, and hurls him towards deeper water, where he hits with a shout and a resounding crash that echoes down the valley.

“May as well join us,” he calls out to Puck, who appears to be frantically checking his satchel to make sure none of his tools, supplies, or books have been damaged. He looks up, face still fair glowing red, and before he can protest, Urraka adds, “Your clothes will dry faster without you in them, and you've been on the road with us for two days without a bath yourself.”

Urraka doesn't wait to see if the scribe will take his advice, since Talon's erupted from the water like a wrathful sea-beast and is striking out furiously towards him. He's almost twenty feet away, but a quick enough swimmer, so Urraka at least tries to wash his face and crest before he's got the little monster clambering all over him and trying, in vain, to drag him under the water.

A delicate splash at the water's edge and he turns towards Puck, who huddles in the shallows where the water is still warm, and squawks indignantly when he catches Urraka looking.

He simply arches the heavy ridge of his brows and looks away politely, lathering up his own soap and scrubbing the sage-scented suds over his chest.

Talon seems to have tuckered himself out, between the run to the river and the following shenanigans, and when he reaches Urraka he just punches him solidly in the hip and finally focuses on washing up himself. He grumbles something about being lucky the river is clear enough for him to have found his soap.

Once Urraka's sloughed off the worst of the grit and grime of two week's rough travel, he breaks off a bit of his own soap and offers it to Puck, making sure not to look directly at him. The lad mutters a quiet thanks and begins his own ablutions.

Talon rises from the deeper water and sloshes off to the bank to find a nice warm spot to lie down and dry off, and behind Urraka, Puck makes that scandalized, choked sound again. Urraka turns to him, brows quirked, to see those wide eyes staring at Talon as if he can't help it. A prickle of protective instinct itches under his scutes.

“You're really a g-urgh!”

Urraka's claws wrapping around his head and pushing him under the water cut his words off with a gurgle, and he comes up sputtering, his dandelion puff hair wetted down in sandy tangles around his face. “No,” Urraka rumbles at him, dangerously low, and up to this point, he's been careful with showing his teeth, because every time he's so much as smiled, the porcine stink of the scribe's fear-sweat was nigh unbearable. But now, he bares them with clear intent, and Puck goes from blotchy red to starkly sallow, eyes bulging wide with terror. “He is not.”

Talon hasn't taken notice of the exchange, too busy sprawling out in the sun-warmed grass just beyond the riverbank, and Urraka stares hard at the scribe, daring him to say anything more on the subject.

The lad is bumbling, awkward, and wastes all the energy that should go towards walking on chattering endlessly, but he's at least clever enough to figure out, in this moment at least, it's wiser to be quiet.