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[thetempleofnyx]

i know you can take it cutie | 𝕥𝕠𝕛𝕚

❥summary: just rambling about different ways toji fucks you. :))

❥c.w: toji is very horny, the word c*nt is used, toji is a little shit and a lil rough, a lil mean. this is barely edited! it’s been a while since ive posted but i hope this is good and that you like it!

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toji likes to tease you. slapping his fat cock against your clit. likes to grind himself against your wet folds, spreading your slick all over his cock before pushing in just the tip, only to pull out just as fast. he likes it when you beg for him to put it all in.

sometimes toji likes have you spread wide open for him. his hands behind your knees pushing your thighs to your chest, revealing your dripping cunt to him as he slowly pushes himself in. it makes his stomach coil with heat, with an almost primal need to cum, to bottom out deep inside you and fill you to the brim until you can’t take anymore. but he wants to take his time, dropping into you with slow, deep thrusts.

you gasp and whine over just how big he is, at how much he’s stretching you out and filling you up, at how it's too much despite the way you clench around him every time he pulls back, like your wet cunt doesn't want him to leave, and it makes him slowly unravel. he sinks himself deep inside you, his hips flush to yours, pushing right against your clit.

he stills and grabs your cheeks with one hand to make you look at him. your eyes mist over, the tears hanging on to your lashes threatening to fall like rain drops. you feel so incredibly full, so incredibly stimulated, you can hardly think of anything but full full full.

“t-toji” you whine, an adorable pout decorating your face. “it’s t-too deep toji- god you’re so deep.”

you gasp as he shifts above you, driving his cockhead into your most sensitive spot, your pussy clamping around him like a vice.

"oh sweetheart," he coos, his voice like honey but the wolfish grin on his face is anything but sweet. "you gonna cry for me baby?" he asks of you, his thumb tracing your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth and you suck on it like you would his cock.

“pretty baby just needed something in their mouth, didn’t they?"

he pulls his hips back and slams back into you, making you feel every intimate inch he has to give as he spilts you open. but the subsequent tears that spill from your eyes at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, sweet cries of his name filling the room snaps the last thin thread of sanity toji was hanging onto.

he lets go of your face to grab onto the headboard, using it as leverage to drill himself into you. as he watches your eyes roll to the back of your head at how deep he is inside you, he can’t help but go harder; the poor bed struggling under the intensity of his fucking, the wet sounds your pussy makes every time his hips connect with yours is music to his ears.

toji can so easily fold you in half, repeatedly sinking into you because he can't get enough of the lewd squelch of your cunt around his cock every time he bullies his way back in. “fuck, this sloppy hole is always so tight, no matter how much i fuck you.” it's his favorite sight to see, the sticky white mess you leave around the base of his cock with each roll of his hips, pussy staining his hips with a shiny slick. “fuck you’re so messy. look at how you’re creaming all over me doll? it feels so good.”

one of toji’s favourite ways to fuck you is in a full nelson. it’s so easy for him to drag you up and down his cock, his large chest enveloping your whole body as you lay against him. he whispers filthy words about how tight you feel as he rubs at your clit, determined to make you squirt for him, to make you cry out his name. “i can feel you squeezing around me sweetheart. gonna make mess all over my cock aren’t ya?”

toji, who is so strong, he can hold you in the air, your legs thrown over his arms as he drags you back and forth on his cock, like you’re his own little cocksleeve. or sometimes he'll have you on your back, his hands tightly gripped around your hips as he holds them up and off the bed so he can drill into you at a good angle, the smooth roll of his hips abuses your sweet spot until you come so hard you shake in his hold, overstimulated. but he’s not gonna stop there, once you’ve had your fill he is sure to have his. “what do you mean it’s too much? you can take it cutie, i know you can.”

toji likes when you’re bouncing in his lap, his cock splitting you open as he mouths and toys at your tits. “go ahead and fuck yourself on my cock.” he says with a smirk, a large hand squeezing and pulling at your ass. he will never grow tired of your whines of “but ‘m tired toji” when your thighs start to tremble and burn. you have him so terribly wrapped around your little finger because all you need to do is tell him, “i like how you do it.” with that little pout of yours and he’s gone. he can’t enough of you and will take anything and everything from your body that you’re willing to give if it means he gets his fill of you.

toji is so big in every sense of the word. he gives you all he has to give when he fucks you and he makes it so you have no other choice but to take it, crying and gasping in pleasure.

[memecatwings]

he literally created a dantes inferno concept album using modern political references and its an absolute heartwrenching banger

[floaties-for-arsene]

Longing gaze

[glaivenoct]

NyxNoct prompt! “Do you ever think about us?”

Across This Life & The Next Rating: T Words: 2,234 Tags: Mindless Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Late Night Convos, Existentialism

Summary: “Ignore what I said. About other universes and all that. I’m just restless.”

“You are the most honest when you’re restless usually.” Nyx says, running a thumb over the knuckle of Noct’s pointer finger. “I don’t think it’s all that crazy, though.”

“You don’t?” Noct tilts his head on Nyx’s shoulder to look up at him.

Between the ocean and the stars, Noctis and Nyx ponder the concept of lifetimes beyond their current one.

(Notes: This prompt has been collecting dust for actual YEARS, but better late than never right?)

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“Do you ever think about us?”

Nyx pauses in his steps, tilting his head to one side and blinking curiously at Noctis’ back. The Prince sits near the edge of the lighthouse’s balcony, comfortably bundled by a large blanket around his shoulders, legs slipped through the metal bars so his slippered feet dangle casually through the brisk night breeze. He stares out at the gentle flutter of the Cygillian’s ocean waves as though he’s mesmerized by the constant push and pull, or perhaps the way the moonlight speckles across the surface like a treasure trove of diamonds. 

Nyx stands a mere few steps from Noctis’ side, eyes stuck on his back and the sway of the ends of his dark hair in the wind. It’s far beyond a suitable bedtime for either of them, but Nyx can’t seem to find the will to bother trying to urge Noctis back to bed with him. Not on a night like this where he can take in the captivating view with an equally captivating Prince. 

“About us?” Nyx repeats, pulling his hands from his hoodie pockets as he takes those last few steps. He sits down next to Noctis, crossing his legs under himself. “Not sure if I’m following you, Noct.”

Noctis purses his lips and makes a contemplative hum. His head tilts slightly back, eyes following the horizon, to the stars, and then the moon. 

“Like...” There’s a subtle pinch between his brows. “Do you think there’s other universes out there… and that we’re in them together?”

Nyx’s lips part as he processes Noctis’ questions in his head. There are few things or people that are occasionally capable of leaving Nyx speechless and lacking some form of sharp wit in a relatively quick manner. Of course, Noctis is one of those people and he’s just done it again. Nyx finds himself stuck between two different gut reactions: a soft but fond laugh or simply asking Noctis if he’s okay. 

He smiles fondly instead, bumping Noct’s shoulder with his. 

“What kind of comics have you been reading lately?”

(The rest on ao3) (Reblogs would be really, really appreciated <3)

[pink-onyx-au]

What is Pink Onyx's favorite Nintendo switch game?

[nocturnal-phantoms-fandoms]

first time posting a fic to ao3, kinda nervous

this is just part 1 but i really wanted to take part in Imp's informal Seed Moon Fest

pls nobody yell at me I'm Remus is sensitive

[nyxronomicon]

Nyx congrats on the milestone! 💜

There's so many good options but I think I'd love to see #2 Plumber with Toji, fem reader please?

- @cherryxblossxms

Uh this was supposed to be a drabble and I got very carried away bc... Toji..... Hot.......

Cheesy porno drabbles event!

Plumber!Toji x fem!MC

Cw: infidelity (MC has a husband), fingering, mild tit play/wet t shirt, size kink (Toji has a big cock), gratuitous amount of plumber innuendos, unprotected, pulling out/Toji cums on you (money shot 😘), mild choking (he just kinda grabs your neck)

Pet names: sweetheart, baby, doll

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"Alright, she's fixed." Toji crawled out from under the sink and stood, smirking at you. There was a bit of sweat on his forehead, clearly he'd been in and out of houses all morning. He looked like he needed a break. "Go ahead, test her out."

"Oh, sure." You walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. It was working normally, as he promised. What you didn't know was that Toji was using this opportunity to check out your ass. After only a moment, he approached you from behind, his body flush against yours as he spoke in your ear.

"I fixed your hot water too." He twisted the faucet to the hot setting and led your hand to the stream of water. It took only a minute to get scalding when you flinched away, making him chuckle. "Cold water works good too." His body was still tight against your back, the subtle grind of his hips against your ass was starting to make you dizzy.

As he switched the water to the cold setting, he led your fingers under it again, his voice now lower as he spoke in your ear. "There's one more thing I fixed."

"... Oh?" It was taking a lot of willpower for you to answer him normally with the way you could feel his cock against your ass. "I didn't know something else was broken." He chuckled at your response.

Toji took the sprayer on the sink and "accidentally" sprayed it all over your white shirt with freezing cold water. You gasped, taking in a few shallow breaths as he sprayed a little longer than one would if it was truly an accident. He could now very easily see the contours of your lacy black bra, your nipples poking through the thin fabric.

"Shit," Toji's hands wandered over your wet clothes, lingering on your breasts. "Sorry about that... Let me help." He was still pressing against your back as his hands slowly trailed to the bottom of your shirt. You were gripping the sink at the initial shock, but his warm hands felt so good you just let him take the lead.

Removing your wet shirt didn't really solve any of the problems at hand, you were still freezing as your wet bra clung to your tits. And now the plumber was staring over your shoulder at your breasts. It felt dirty to be doing this while your husband was at work, but it felt so good you couldn't bring yourself to stop him. His hands trailed back up to grope you, his warm touch made you lean back against his chest.

"Any other pipes you need me to check?" He whispered in your ear while he pinched your nipples through your bra.

"Mmm..." Your mind was already hazy with lust. If you were in your right mind you might have stopped his advances, but he really was the hottest plumber you'd ever seen and the way he was touching you was driving you crazy. "Yeah..."

"Tell me about it, doll." His voice was sultry in your ear as his hand trailed to your sex.

"It's, um..." You couldn't really think of a way to tell him to fuck you with his hands wandering your body. "Just one I'd like you to check on... It's not really working..."

"Mmm, sounds serious." He pushed a hand into your panties and started to rub circles around your clit. "That husband of yours couldn't fix it?"

"He's..." You were breathing heavily as Toji kissed your neck. "He's always so busy..."

"These pipes..." He mumbled against your skin. "... really shouldn't be neglected..." You could feel his hard cock against your ass through the layers of fabric. His calloused fingers expertly stimulated you before he slipped them between your folds. They slowly pushed into your entrance, checking the "pipes" you were having trouble with.

"So wet..." He chuckled. "Seems to be working but... I've got a special tool for a more thorough check..." You could hear the grin in his voice, his cock prodding you from behind. His fingers pistoned in and out of you, keeping a steady pace.

You moaned, yearning to feel his dick inside you when his thumb rubbed over your clit to add to his fingers slowly pushing deeper into your hole. "Y-yes please..." You had given in to the pleasure, entirely forgetting your neglectful husband's existence.

Toji didn't waste any time pushing your panties down your hips, just enough for him to access your cunt from behind. You were grateful for wearing a skirt today. He pulled down his pants just enough to pull his cock out, teasing your thighs before sliding the tip between your folds. A hand gripped your hips while the other lined his cock up with your pretty cunt.

He grunted while he slowly pushed himself in, grabbing your hips with both hands as he sheathed himself. You moaned, arching your back as he filled you. You quickly realized he was much bigger than your husband.

"So tight..." He groaned as he bottomed out. You were seeing stars already just with how deep he could get. He grabbed your neck, pulling you against his chest as he thrust in and out of you. Each thrust hit you right in the sweet spot, and you whimpered knowing how quickly this man was about to make you fall apart.

"How's that feel, sweetheart?" He chuckled in your ear, his hand lightly gripping your neck.

"I think... It's working..." You were panting as pleasure surged through your body. He licked a stripe below your ear before pushing you forward. He rammed into you faster, hitting your g-spot relentlessly. Moans fell from your lips as his hand found your clit again, compounding your ecstasy until you were on the edge.

"Fuck!" You shouted between moans. "So close..." You could feel yourself flutter around him, pleasure surging through your body as he fucked you. Each thrust had you losing your mind a little more as moans spilled from your lips.

"That's it baby, I know you can cum for me..." He whispered before biting your earlobe.

As Toji's motions intensified, you felt a familiar rush of ecstasy bubbling in your core. It quickly spread as you felt an earth shattering orgasm roll through you, muttering words of praise at him for making you feel so good.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." He moaned as he chased his own high, pounding into you mercilessly. He suddenly pulled out of you, grunting as you felt his cum decorate your ass.

As the two of you caught your breath, Toji leaned on a nearby counter. "Maybe I should come by more often. Check on those... Pipes." He chuckled.

[nyxofdemons]

four years for this show...

[nyxavana]

IM FREE FROM MY ABUSIVE FAMILY!!!!!!! IM FINALLY FREE!!!!!!!! THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[snepfeathers]

oooogh. I Need to draw Nyx in jeans with a muffin top. badly. and maybe an ill-fitting bra to top it all off

[arsenicflame]

my favourite lines from The Bees in The Starless Sea

[thetempleofnyx]

taking his knot | 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚

a.n: i want to eat him. cw. knotting

ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ

imagine the way he would switch between whimpering and growling. his hands slipping from your waist because he’s fucking you in such a frenzy that a sheen of sweat covers your body, the smell of your arousal driving him insane.

he flips you over flat on your stomach and fucks into you like that. he lets gravity do the work as he drops his hips against your ass, pounding into you. but when you cry for more, for him to fuck you harder and deeper, he grips the headboard and uses it to drive himself into you. the wood bangs against the wall as he splits you open, and he’s sure everyone person and creature in gandharva ville can hear your cries of pleasure.

he’s borderline delirious now. his body weight is comforting on top of you as he licks you from your shoulder up to your ear, nibbling on your skin as he whispers filthy promises of how your gonna take his knot, of how he’s gonna empty himself into your tight hole and fill you up. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out and turns you over and something about the lewd look on your face as he stretches you out makes him want to come even harder. he pushes your knees to your chest as he slips inside you, a harsh growl bubbling from his chest as he sets a harsh pace, hard and so deep that each thrust takes your breath away. you know he’s close when you feel yourself begin to stretch around him even more.

you press a hand to his lower stomach in an attempt to get him to slow down but he grabs it, holding it above your head as he leans in closer, “ gonna take this cock for me?” he whispers before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. it’s sloppy and messy as your teeth gnash together, his tongue swirling around yours.

he leans back again and holds your thighs down, your knees pressed to your ears now as he has you spread wide open. he pushes himself inside you one more time, slipping in with a wet pop. his grip is tight against your legs as his cock swells even more before coating your insides with thick ropes of creamy cum. he lets out the most salacious moans as he fills you, showering you with praises of “that’s it baby” and “fuck you feel so good, feel so warm” and “god you’re so good for taking all of my cum. for taking all of me.”

the sensation of fullness coupled with tighnari’s filthiness drives you over the edge. with a wail of his name so loud he’s sure the sages in sumeru city could hear, you tighten around his thick cock, and the vice grip you have on him causes him to choke. he collapses to your chest with a whine as his body shoots out even more cum. and after giving you all that he has, he lays there, his face pressed against your chest as he waits for both of you to catch your breaths. his tail curls around your waist as he slowly turns you guys over, his cock still inside you. you rest on top of him for a moment, the feeling of your body against his bringing you comfort as you come down from your high. your eyes are sliding shut when all of a sudden you feel him jerk underneath you. you look down at him to see his pretty eyes glowing, his canines growing a bit sharper as he asks you with a predatory grin,

“ready for round two??”

[leonw4nter]

Can you do reader who puts one of her fingers in Leon’s butt when he's sleeping and then hours later it's still night but he wakes up and feels a little weird back there and that's when he sees that reader has a finger in his butt

hey nonnie !! It's author's friend right here :3 she told me to respond for her

are you speaking from experience. Have you shoved your fingers in someone's ass or has someone put their finger up your ass.

is reader's finger just stagnant or is it wiggling in his asshole (ITS THE AUTHOR HERE . PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS AS AN INVITE TO SEND ME MORE WEIRDASS REQUESTS IM GOING TO CALL YUOR MOTHER IF YOU DO.)

friend back !! and last question: is everything okay at home?

[dailyadventureprompts]

Doesnt the Skyscour Clan feel like the sort to follow the Revolation Tyrant Mnyull? Or, rather, ride at his front...

Imagine the days leading up to impact, portals tearing onto unsuspecting planets, ships descending from the silver void, legions of untold number raiding whole wildspaces.

Then they suddenly scatter, with or without their prize, the star vikings and astral war boys clear out as if smoked like bees.

Only days, if even that, are given to the raided few before a cosmic armageddon makes impact.

Campaign: Shore of the Silver Sea

As this eagle eyed reader mentioned, there’s been a trend in my writing over the past few months, seemingly unconnected occurrences that herald something great and cosmic, the emergence of a new campaign to launch your parties from the beach of the mundane into the vast and wondrous depths of the astral sea.

Our Story begins as many do, in the aftermath of a great storm: With the party having only a few nights past taken shelter in a portside tavern known as the Long Walk, waiting out the rain and the wind in the traditional manner: sitting by the hearth with the other patrons as they listen to the old salts spin yarns. One of those patrons was fellow of the royal botany society, who was more than happy to hire the party on as guides and escorts as he explores and documents the flora of the coast. This intrepid ( if a bit tepid) expedition rapidly heats up as the party stumble across a hidden cove and the fresh wrecks of two ships, one civilian, one royal navy, cast far from the sea and left without survivors.

This discovery leads the party to getting caught up in a silent tug-of-war between the navy and a secretive faction of smugglers, with one wrong decision ( likely them filling their packs with plundered goods) ending the party up on the wrong side of the law.  On their way back to town however, the party watch as a light falls from the sky over the barony, forever changing their fates as they return to a realm that’s been touched by the stars.

Early Game

One of the tall tales told by the sailors at the Long Walk was of a marauding reaver king who invoked the ire of the sea god, who in turn brought down a wave so mighty that it smashed the reaver’s fleet to splinters and buried him in the rubble of his own castle.   Buried so they say.. along with all the treasure he had taken from raiding richer ports... and while the story is likely exaggerated... it wouldn’t hurt to go take a look, would it?

Strange rumours trickle in from the hinterlands, odd folk on the roads, sightings of unnatural animals, talk of a cave where whispers of the past and imagined tomorrows dance. All of these threads will lead the party to a meeting with a potential mentor, an old lighthouse keeper who holds the mystery of the stars and stands against the cold cruelty of the void. Perhaps he can shed some illumination on the party’s current struggles

The star’s falling has caused chaos in the region’s capital: an arson spree, the baroness forcefully conscripting oracles,  sightings of a dragon out in the wilderness. Trekking along with a professional hunter, the party discover that they are not on the tale of some feral drake looking to move into new territory, but a full dragon who seems to be purposefully searching the region with the help of a masked rider.

As it turns out, the dragon and rider are travellers from the astral sea, pilgrims following an omen from the goddess of guidance and starlight. They followed the star across worlds until it landed in the barony, and was eventually misplaced by a hapless young man rounded up by the baroness’s agents shortly after becoming an accidental oracle and asking the party for help earlier on their travels. Reuniting the star with its chosen seekers grants the party a vision of the future, of an attack they will not have time to avert.

Mid Game

Hollowed out by eons of immortality and war, a clan of astral elves has ripped open a portal and begun raiding the original port city the party started their adventure in, snapping up goods and taking hostages. Here is a decision point: should the party rush to save the innocents before help can be raised, they will be overwhelmed, taken captive and hauled away to the raider’s stronghold. Should they rally their new allies and arrive in force, they will be too late, and will have to seek out another means of travelling beyond the reaches of the waking world.

In the latter option, the party will find themselves portalling to Lydestrum, a city of glass floating in an eternal gyre of mist and wind, and the hub of their outerworld adventures. Here they might begin their search for the pirates by seeking rumors at the alien filled docks, make an alliance with local powers by helping to wrangle some storm-tossed architecutre, or simply sign on to a spelljammer ship and begin to learn their space-legs.

The bright maiden Urania is not the only goddess at work among the stars, for as the party explore the city they hear the name and see the handiwork of Nyx, Mother of Primordial Darkness. Catching a night blessed thief is enough to earn the party Nyx’s attention, who decides to rope the party into a little wager involving her astronomic counterpart and the disaperance of a sacred lantern before an imporatant voyage.

After meeting an artisan who can make marvelous weapons out of light, the party end up getting snared in local politics after this new friend is kidnapped from their shop. The trail leads them into conflict with blackmarket dealers from the plane of exiles and getting mixed up with the glass city’s political powers. 

Tangling with the astral sea’s criminal element may have just paid off, as the party have managed to snag themsleves a star-chart pointing to what just might be the haul of a lifetime: The long abandoned manor of an archmage hidden in the vastness of the silver sea. What they find instead is a labyrinth of nightmare and splendour and fungus, which just might hold power and secrets that will aid them as the campaign closes.

One of the expeditions sailing out of the star port has its aim on discovering the much speculated origin of an eerie signal coming from a haunted nebula. As luck would have it, this happens to be a regional base of the elven pirates who attacked the party’s homeworld, who destroy the ship they’re travelling on, capture their companions, and leave the party stranded in the frigid barrens of a meteor field. Searching for shelter, they find the origin of the signal: the partial wreck of a long abandoned jammership still attempting to deliver its message. With a little elbow grease and some ghostly aid, the party can take this ship as their own, bring vengeance against he pirates, and begin hunting for the villains who set this all in motion.

Late Game

The party’s enemies are not simply slavers and pirates, they are recent converts to the following of Mnyull the revelation tyrant, a god of interplanetary conquest. He has tasked the rabid immortals with the reunification of their long scattered army, and the reactivation of the ancient weapon they were once tasked with guarding, a labour to which many including the party’s old friends have been put to work. If Mynull’s plan comes to completion, whole systems will be forced to submit, and if the party can bring evidence of this to their allies in Lydestrum, they may just have a chance to fight the pirate fleet on equal terms.  

Fighting an army is one thing, defeating a god is another, and so the party are counselled to seek out the great celestial sage who makes weapons at the star-goddess’s behest. Therein the party must undertake a sea-spanning quest to gather the materials necessary to withstand their struggle: Venturing into shadowed vaults within the core of a moon-sized forge, seeking out the most dangerous and beautiful of lights at the edge of known space.

The Revelation Tyrant cares nothing for the fate of his pawns, merely that victory is achieved in his name, and so has planted the same vision of supremacy into the Skyscour elves as he did the leaders of Lydestrum.  The idea of a weapon that could strike far away worlds, tribute and glory delivered by subjugated neighbours, a threat to that glory by a challenger from afar and the need to strike before that challenge is made. No matter who wins the battle, Mnyull benefits from the outcome, as the leader of the victorious force will be struck by further visions and ascend as the Tyrant’s physical avatar.

The Party will be hunted, possibly by former allies, into the depths of wildspace, unable to return home lest they single out their humble world as a target for the weapon. In that lonely and desperate moment the goddess will appear to them: Nyx, merciful but resigned will offer them a shroud, a means of hiding their world from Mnyull’s sight and sparing themselves the conquest others will doubtlessly suffer provided they give up sailing the astral sea forever. Bright Urania offers them a chance, a divinely ordained heading to slip back around their pursuers, back past the fleet they helped to provision and the weapon they ensured would be completed, and right to the foot of the tyrant’s throne. It is only a chance though, no guarantee they can pull it off without loss and sacrifice, no guarantee that they will win in the end.

We all know what the party will choose, Nyx does too, and when the heroes jet off to go on their suicide mission they’ll do so with the ancient goddess working from the shadows to turn aside the eyes of wary sentries. She’s had a cold, dark vault beyond the boundaries of reality picked out for Mnyull for quite some time. She just needed him to make the mistake of incarnating himself in one place so she could stick him in there all at once.

Art

[mayoiayasep]

i have got to get better at drawing if not only for the sake of being able to draw my faves hugging and being to do art collabs/trades with friends

[pink-onyx-au]

What's Pink Onyx's favorite song? Do they even have a favorite song?