#kissa you dear

[willowser]

https://open.spotify.com/track/3ISKxnCGKc5B9zr9CTUB3v?si=CiB56KBRS3m1NQQIj2YuJQ

/ bags by clairo recorded at electric lady studios / is so ex - husband bkg coded .. every second counts ..can u see me using everything to hold back ..i guess this could be worse ..walkin out the door with ur bags ..FELL TO MY KNEES FISTS RAISED TO THE SKY GRITTING MY TEETH IN ANGUISH !!!!

WAAAAHHHH YOU'RE SO CORRECT I'M kaknsalgajgj adding this to my faves.....going to think about you every time it comes on :3c

[limesquares]

I just came to the realisation that asks are A Thing that I am also allowed to do. please. tell some more about leslie if you'd like 👉👈😳 I'm not immune to green little funny guys and I might not show it 100% but whenever i see leslie he gives me serotonin

YAYAYAYA HERE HE IS! with his flip phone and floor ramen...

This world is sort of anachronistic in terms of technology, so flip phones are about as common as touchscreen ones (and as silly bandz and lava lamps sadlfjsd). Leslie loves getting cash money but sometimes all those commissions go straight towards rent and bullets and all you have left is a mattress on the floor and shin ramyun fogging your glasses.

[emile-hides]

There’s so many guys (gender neutral) in this program

[aimfor-theheart]

oh oh cielo !! 🥺 can i be so predictable and request a bakugou monster drabble ? akthrhejqk monster is up to you tho dear !!! kissa you 😌🦇✨️

willow!! of course you can request a lil bakugou monster drabble!! and since you gave me dealers choice on monster…..i am actually going to do….vampire!reader with bakugou…..a lil taste of blasty boy…..

i hope you enjoy!! kissa you back 😘💕

cw: blood, vampire feeding

***

“I’m not scared.” Katsuki snaps at you. His shoulders are tense, though, and you can hear the irregular jump of his heart. You can see the color in his cheeks, too.

“I didn’t say you were.” You counter, quirking a brow.

“Then—just fucking—do it.”

Your smile is an amused curl; a cat that has got its angry, little canary.

“Easy, tiger.” You respond, “I’m not a barbarian. I don’t want to—“

You search for the right words, humming.

“Make a mess of you.”

Katsuki swallows hard, eyes as red as a rose, flickering up to your face.

“You’re dragging this out.” He accuses.

“I’m trying to be considerate.” You counter, stepping towards him. You step up in front of him, towering over him so that he has to tip his head up to look at you. It exposes the column of his throat. He spreads his legs a little, just fractionally, but you take that as invitation; you stand between his knees and gaze down at him.

(And really, he just thinks you’re playing with your food.)

“It’s fine,” he grunts, leaning back, “just—quit taking so long.”

You tsk, “and here I thought I’d be the impatient one. You’d think you’re the one who hasn’t eaten in days.”

“Keep wasting time and I’ll retract my agreement to this.” He snaps.

You sigh, but finally bring your knee up to settle on the couch outside of his own leg.

And just like that, you’re straddling his waist.

His hands hover, uncertain for a moment.

Oh, his poor heart.

You can hear it jump and pump and gush, quickening, tempo rising. Your mouth waters.

You touch his jaw delicately.

His hands settle tentatively on the flare of your waist.

You tip forward, eager, suddenly starving when you catch the river of a vein in his throat. Your nose nudges gently at his jaw, down to his neck. You try to control yourself. His hands squeeze uncertainly at your waist.

“Hold still for me?” You murmur.

He inhales sharply, in hot pain, when your teeth bare down on the tender line of his throat.

You groan.

His hands grasp at you, bruising, and tight. You think he can’t decide if he’s trying to get away or nearer to you.

He thrashes a little, contrary to your request, and you press harder into his shoulders. You urge him to sink back into the couch—it should only be another moment before—

His muscles, large and threatening, suddenly slacken.

His head lolls backwards a little and you catch it carefully. Cradle it like a babe.

Blood is warm and heady on your tongue.

You detach yourself only to look at his face for a moment. His eyes are dilated and hazy, heavy-lidded. Such a strong and stubborn man, such an uptight and difficult man, now soothed. Now putty in your hands.

“There,” you praise, “just lay back and relax. I’ll take care of you now.”

And this time, when you latch onto his neck, it’s his hand, broad and warm, that comes up to cradle your skull.

To hold you in place.

Your smile curves against his bloodied skin.

A cat that’s caught its canary.

***

idk what this is jfkdjskdjsk hope you enjoyed will!!!

send me a monster + a character and i’ll write a drabble!

[kissalopa]

Dear Kissa, will you please recolor marsosims boba eyes in the missrubybird palette? Thank you <3

Hi! 👋

Yes, I can ☺️

I already have several requests that I haven't done yet, so I'll put this in my request queue (I don't have on yet, but I guess it's time to create one 😅)

Thank you for your request! 💜

[pizzee]

Seaform, Charcol, Russet, Sage, Lilac, Harlequin, Apricot, Steel, Sapphire, Lemon

seafoam— I am so perfectly normal, nothing wrong with me no sir not here do not look at the catboy posts or the [redacted] with Khonshu posts don’t don’t dont

charcoal— I simply steal others takes and repurpose them but thank u🙏

russet— I have -$3, I’ll give u 5 but you gotta pay back the loan shark that’s been circling our boat for the past 3 months

sage— I don’t blame you, I would’ve blocked me so long ago. you get a star for lasting this long tho ⭐️

lilac— same unto u my dear usaigi, I kissa u mwah 💋

harlequin— glad to be your daily reminder

(Tipt)apricot— so that’s what why my burnt grilled cheese suddenly tasted like not ash. Thank you I am slowly becoming unstoppable (dying slowly) 😀👍

steel— n u post the most beautiful headcanons and stories xoxo

sapphire— I’m laying down, ass up, stevbin getting hit by that car in ep2 style

lemon— reading the tags is a blessing and a curse, I’m glad it gives u the gigles

why are you following me? No seriously why??

[gmanwhore]

*kissa you back* you are such a dear

Thank you <3

[fresnelprism]

smacking you over the head with heart emoji. give me the music boy

KISSA YOU . BITEA YOU .

FOR YOU !! MY DEAR SWEET COLLIE: cannibal queen by miniature tigers, 1937 state park by car seat headrest, and old college try by the mountain goats!!!! gritty feeling songs for you mwah mwah

[domirine]

maria kaina, the scarlet mistress 🩸

[xiaoluclair]

I do be confused re: raspberry thingie but I am accepting my fate as a beach umbrella. 🦝⛱

you are not alone. everyone is confused. and by everyone i mean you. and me.

[sunny-day-noodles]

*takes proper care of myself because I don’t want to worry someone when I inevitably overshare about this*

[willowser]

I’m so glad you like when we go WILLOW in the tags cause I think I do that everytime I reblog something from you on my fic blog hahahaha!!! 🩷🩷🩷🩷 I yell it with love though promise !

i do !!! LOL personally i really hate formal introduction it feels so awkward for me and i much prefer to talk with someone as if we already know each other akdnwiqjqka so when i see that, it feels so wahoo !! familiarity !! we are comfortable with one another !!

so ty !! for doing it dear !!!!! 😌🩷✨️

[alecscudder1987]

you are so very dear to my heart btw <3

you are so very dear to ME. forever &ever &ever!!!!! mwah kissa u<33333

[saltminerising]

dear guardian f and skydancer f accent-makers, i kissa you on the lips. thank you for your service

[sh-rare-pair-exchange]

Art

For @mewsiex

Dear Kissa, I really really hope you will like this picture. I honestly tried so hard to write something but I just could not get it to work out, but you also listed fanart as something you’d enjoy, so based on your likes you listed, I went through your fics and I decided to make you a drawing based on one of your Jalec stories that I really love. I really love ‘Say Yes to Heaven’ so much, and especially the part where they’re together under the fairy lights in Jace’s special place. That part really stuck with me from the very first time I remember reading it, and I still think about this story today because of it. I really hope you’ll enjoy this picture as much as I still enjoy that story.💙💙

The picture below is a sfw version for tumblr's rules and regulatory reasons, for the full nsfw version, SEE ON AO3

[scrawnytreedemon]

PART!!!! PHUXKIGNGNGNGN 1!!!! OF TERRARIA SCREAMING

I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR AWHILE, but @space-nerd-sam​ has finally pushed me over the edge so you’ll all have to suffer.

I’ve been deliberating whether to tell this in a plot format or an experience format, and have landed on the latter with various tellings of the former as I go along.

Let us begin!

This all begins back in December 2020, when a then-friend gifted me the game over Steam. This was during the holiday sale, he had a bit of money left over, and decided “Eh, why not?“

He showed me the basics via multiplayer, and soon after I went ahead and began my solo playthrough.

I named my character “Solis,“ like I do all my protags, my beloved he/they, and get crackin.

(The pet finch is called Twiłła(ł as in “w”), and she’s been his/my dear companion ever since I found her staff in a Living Tree)

I immediately get to building the house, however because my friend, like most players, had played pre-1.4, he’d opted to create a mega-house sorta situation where everyone lived, as the happiness system hadn’t been invented yet, and so I initially began with that-- Much to the chagrin of my poor NPCs.

Speaking of NPCs, my Guide was named Andrew, and I instantly fell in love with this guy.

Terraria’s Guides have just, such a nice Vibe about them, and you know I’m a sucker for tender companion characters so it wasn’t long before I adopted this guy as my Teacher-Dad, and decide that he was Solis’ mentor/father figure even before they landed on this planet. Love this guy to bits, kissa him.

It isn’t long before I rack up 50 Silver and the Merchant, Eugene, moves in.

He’s a real miser, and takes up shop in the weird upstairs-dining-room thing in this unorganised hell-hotel. Seriously, that thing was a right mess, my fucking lord. It isn’t until well after that Yehomilk(M i l k m a n), the Dye Trader moves in that I finally haul my ass over to the wiki and go!!! “oh shit!!! noooo i didn’t mean to make them unhappy :(“

Pics for him btw:

The guy moves into my bedroom, which was... it was something, alright. Oddly sweet, as he’d talk to Solis all through the night, so it held an air of domesticity, but unintentionally hilarious nevertheless.

At this point I create another house for the hell of it,

HOWEVER THEN the Demolitionist, Fikod, moves in, and soon after Claire the Nurse.

I go, “haha, husband and wife,“ and move on. Things stay like this for awhile. I knew eventually I wanted to get around to making Eugene his own place, but as of then I’d been largely focused on collecting resources and scouting the world a bit-- Trying to make it on my own two feet.

However, once that’s more or less sorted, I give the poor guy the privacy he deserves, and...

...Yehomilk immediately moves in with him.

I.

You can’t with this--

It’s literally the fucking meme.

This, this sows the seeds of Neighbourhood Drama™, and it’s when I start getting really invested in these characters’ stories.

God, the issue with explaining this in the format I am is that it puts a level of distance between the narrative and the viewer; especially this early on, and you risk sounding like an overly-dramatic douchebag. Solis had yet to come into his own as a character, much the same for everyone else, so I can’t really get into the storied-thick of it all until past a certain point.

We’ll get to that.

I finally have the opportunity to trim down the house and revamp it into something much nicer:

This is an early picture, things have been added since then and there’s no longer gem-trees in the baement, but the structure itself remains the same. I’ll be showing updated pics of the buildings as this all goes on.

Shortly after this, the Zoologist, Robyn, arrives.

I am initially at once grated by her sheer 2014 Yassss-Girl energy but also like “sister???? sister!!!“, but it mellows into a more thorough and whole-hearted appreciation once I finally get to making art of all of this-- Funny how that works.

She and Andrew become close, and while there’s initially a bit of wary-budding-jealousy on Solis’ part, it isn’t long before they all settle down and become a happy-little family unit.

She is the last NPC that arrives before Andrew’s death.

We’re gearing up to take on the Eye of Cthullhu, our first boss, and soon enough Solis’ gets up to 240HP. As we’re preparing a make-shift arena on the tree, suddenly a message pops up on the bottom-left of the screen.

“The Blood moon is rising...”

We make mad a dash for home immediately, dread rising. It’s as we bound past the lake and over the hill that another message shows up.

“Andrew the Guide has [fallen.]“

We come home to the kitchen full of zombies, and Robyn, in her werewolf form, warding them off with only a shred up HP left.

We shove her into the living room as fast as we can, and take on the mob. Our equipment isn’t good, this isn’t the effortless dispatch it evolves into later; it’s slow, and tense, and every now and then they break into the other room to hurt her--

We ward off the siege, all night long.

The Blood Moon rises the next night, too.

It’s then we run, knowing to keep our distance.

We lose our first battle against the Eye to a stray Drippler, just as the potion effect was wearing off. The kind of battle so early you’re still tearing up mushrooms from the ground for spare HP.

It’s the third, and final night that we succeed.

I think I’ll cap it off here, for now. Will continue in the next post.