Azraeltree's Roleplays

RPs for @azraeltree with the Vibe Sans characters (primarily). May include some NSFW RPs. Some RPs may occur on main blog. Icon by Zenoo1, header by Little-Noko

[vin-robles]

Rebagel if you’re open to Skype/Discord RP with folks you trust.

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vin-robles:

Because some days, the blog format just ain’t doin’ it.

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      “Returning to the UNDERGROUND just for nostalgia. Just to see what it was like… But… Didn’t expect to meet someone here if I’m bein’ honest now.” Said the SKELETON with a melted face.

[azraeltreerp]

The source of magic appearing nearby alerted him to the other’s presence, but Vibe waited for him to speak before turning to face him. He’d noticed it tended to...disturb people if he always seemed to know where they were, especially since his explanation for how he did it wasn’t very reassuring.

He grinned, pupils lingering on the other skeleton’s features in idle curiosity. “I’m just passin’ through. Checkin’ out the sights, meetin’ new people...though this place is a lil emptier than most.”

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

Broker slipping their hands under his shirt to touch his spine and hips earned them a soft, deep moan. Fuck he’d missed their touches. He nibbled at the exposed part of their neck and gently rolled his hips forward teasingly.

“Your personal phone? You have one of those?!” He pulled back just slightly with an offended gasp, trying and failing to look upset at Broker. “We’re literally engaged and you still haven’t given me your number?! Oh that’s just mean.” He smirked and slipped his hands into the back pockets of Broker’s pants to fondle their pelvis a little through the fabric. “You’re lucky I like the bad boys~”

A wide smirk spread across their face at the moan Haze made, encouraged to lightly rub their thumbs against the bone - before they were distracted for a moment by the nibble at their neck, and the teasing roll of Haze’s hips.

Broker almost pouted when Haze pulled back, compensating by leaning their body further against his as he spoke. His failure to even look upset made them laugh, warmed by more than just their partner’s touch; which they still thoroughly enjoyed, a pleased expression crossing their features as they regarded him fondly. “Very lucky.”

They leaned up to brush a kiss over his jaw, resting against Haze so much that he was basically carrying their weight - which honestly wasn’t very much. “I wasn’t really thinkin’ much about needin’ to give you my personal number; you’re far too distractin’ for your own good, love.” 

Their brow furrowed a little, tone becoming more serious. “I am sorry for my mistake...I know I tend to get wrapped up in my work at times, but I don’t like the thought of missin’ out on spendin’ time with you...Or worryin’ you, either.”

[azraeltreerp]

mastermoonpie:

azraeltree:

Cray blinked at the sudden hug, though his surprise soon softened into affection as he wrapped his arms around the smaller skeleton. “The worst influence, heh…” 

He wasn’t used to this…sense of contentment that a simple hug could cause. It scared him, honestly. He was scared that Moonpie would get hurt, that he’d lose him - or worse, that he’d be the one to harm him. Where once that would’ve made him leave and stay far away for Moonpie’s own safety, he was far too selfish now to make himself go (too broken and weak to make himself leave someone as amazing as Moonpie, even if he knew how this would end, how he wasn’t allowed a happy ending). 

His determination to protect Moonpie from other threats helped to solidify his resolve, even in times when he felt so sure that he himself was the biggest danger. 

“…y’know ‘m pretty shit at a lot of this…I ain’t used ta…carin’, or not bein’ a dick all the time…but, uh…I want ta protect you. I want ta keep ya safe, and happy, and just…ya deserve it, yeah? You deserve ta be happy, and if I can help at all with that, then ‘m real glad about it…” 

“Y’try, though… and I am happy now. I know I’m safe with you, even if I should be able to protect myself.” Moonie’s head fell to the side with a soft hum. He should be able to protect himself, but his morals told him not to. He should only protect others…

Moonpie purred softly and continued to forget about his one and only job of stirring the food. He has one job. “You deserve to be happy. I’ll keep you safe until I get crushed for good. It’s the very least I could do for you.”

Oh yeah. He was still totally a parasite. Which begs the question–

“Don’t you think it’s weird? That… I’m a parasite. An actual creature with a wiggly body that’s gross and all?” Moonpie was actually really self conscious about that part. Being so vulnerable and yet so selfish on the inside. He has only one purpose and that is to survive. Too bad surviving demands that most of the time, a parasite should ruin entire lives of others in their pursuit of happiness.

He was one of the outlier parasites. He wouldn’t take someone unless they said it was okay. That alone would be the death of him one day and was enough to put him as ‘defective’. Let alone his ability to ‘feel’ certain emotions and developed a sense of empathy. It was all walking on thin ice for him.

The faint purring made him smile, finding the sound adorable even as he disagreed with some of what Moonpie was saying. He didn’t deserve happiness, but there was no way in hell he’d be walking away from this. 

He reached out idly to move the food around a little on the pan to make sure it wouldn’t stick, the majority of his attention firmly on the parasite hugging him. He frowned a little and protectively pulled him closer, even though he knew that (currently) there were no nearby threats. “You’re never gonna get crushed, okay? ‘m gonna keep ya safe.” 

Moonpie’s question did make him think for a moment. He was aware that the other was a parasite, and whilst he hadn’t interacted much with parasites himself, he’d had glimpses of memories from other Vibes who...well, curiosity plus a lack of morality was a pretty bad combo. So yeah, he knew generally what parasites looked like, but he tended to think of Moonpie as he looked now, despite knowing that he was technically possessing this body. It was hard to imagine him without it...but it was just as hard to imagine him without each quirk of his personality that Cray had gradually become familiar with. 

“...Nah, I don’t think it’s weird of gross or anythin’.” His free hand gently cupped Moonpie’s cheek as he offered him an affection kiss to his forehead. “I ain’t exactly normal myself, yeah? ‘sides, as cute as ya look, I love ya for how ya act and think.” 

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

He smirked and let his hands roam down to Brokers hips, holding them tight against him as he hummed into the kiss. “Mmmmm. I think it’s about damn time I spend quite a few days and nights with my fiancé. You’re not getting away from me again so quickly.”

He moved his kisses down to their neck and clavicle, chuckling at their comment. “No you gave me one, but apparently it had been a number that you threw out weeks before you gave it to me. And you wonder why I thought you might’ve been getting cold feet.”

The touches over their hips combined with the kisses earned a shiver. They’d noticed that they tended to react more to Haze’s touch than to other peoples’, despite how familiar the two of them were with each other. As soppy as it sounded, they liked to believe it was because this contact actually mattered to them, rather than being for the simple purpose of a little pleasure, or to close a deal. 

“Gettin’ away from you is the last thing that I want, believe me.” They grinned as they slipped their hands under Haze’s clothes, simply resting against his lower spine and the curve of his pelvis. “I’ll give you the number to my personal phone; it’s one that I don’t throw out, so you’ll be able to contact me any time you like.” They’d honestly meant to give it to him a while back, but...they just forgot. As excellent as their memory was, the amount of information passing through their mind at any given time did lend to some mistakes. 

[mastermoonpie]

azraeltreerp:

The genuine grin made his own smile widen, cheeks warming a little at the sight of it. As gruff and blunt as he usually was, Moonpie’s happiness was more than enough to soften his harsh edges - even as he remained hyper aware of their surroundings, alert towards any threat. His gaze even darted to Fluffernutter for a moment as he surveyed the room, cataloguing each thing in it - for the hundredth time in the past half hour alone. 

Nothing wrong with a healthy sense of paranoia, especially for someone like him…And especially when Moonpie had been hurt so recently. 

However, Cray did relax a little as Moonpie hugged him, his own arm soon curling around the parasite’s shoulders as he shifted closer to press him into his side. He was glad that Moonpie had been the one to initiate the touch, since he doubted he could’ve held off for long, needing to feel him close and know that he was safe. 

He blinked at the other’s lack of surety, but soon nodded, his other hand reaching to briefly adjust the temperature. “Uh huh. Just gotta keep pushin’ ‘em around, make sure both sides of the chicken get cooked and that the veg and noodles don’t start stickin’ to the pan. Shouldn’t take too long, then ya can dish it up.” 

The ingredients themselves were a blend of physical foods and magic infused in them, creating the best possible mix for a skeleton monster recovering their strength. It was also the kind of food that pretty much anyone could eat safely; monster, human or otherwise. He knew that there were plenty of possible differences, but figured that Moonpie would let him know if this didn’t work for him. It’d be easy enough to teleport some food in, but…well, he liked the idea of cooking for Moonpie. 

Fuck. He really had become mush, hadn’t he?

“Right. Easy enough.” Moonpie gathered and began tousling the ingredients around with hardly any effort. Colour him shocked at how easy that was. His hand got into the groove of the movements before he proudly beamed towards Cray. It was the little things that gave Moonie satisfaction in this life.

Settling his arm around Cray’s waistline, he didn’t mind their closeness. It had taken a while for him to get used to… touching things again. Even so, Moonpie still had the bad habit of mauling himself in the middle of the night in a blind fit. His nightmares, whilst reoccurring had varying reactions. Most of the time, he was causing hell for Cray.

He couldn’t help but feel guilty no matter how much Cray insisted he didn’t mind.

It’s just how things go.

“Thanks… It means a lot to me. All-All the stuff you’ve been doing to help and–” God, he was getting sappy. Moonpie couldn’t restrain rolling his head with a little groan. Yet, somehow his smile remained intact. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you. You…make me happy.”

His tiny hand squeezed Cray’s side a bit when he exhaled. The sound was very content- as though he’d let a huge weight off his chest despite relaying the message as often as he could to the Vibe.

[azraeltreerp]

He couldn’t help but chuckle at the proud grin sent his way. It was just...so nice to see any bit of happiness that Moonpie was able to show recently. At first he’d been terrified that he’d never see it again, that Moonpie would never feel happy again after what had happened, but in the end that had only made him more determined to do what he could to cheer him up. Even if the parasite had felt unable to be happy ever again, it wouldn’t lessen Cray’s need to protect him and be around him...to prove that he’d never leave him. 

Listening to him intently, his cheeks warmed with the knowledge that he seemed to be doing this right for once - he was actually helping him. He...made Moonpie happy...Fuck, he couldn’t remember the last person who’d had the ability to make his soul thrum like this with just a couple of sentences. 

Cray leaned down to press a kiss to Moonpie’s skull, still awkward with each affectionate act, but far more willing now to express it despite that. “’m really glad I can make ya happy...And...I want ta be here, with you. No where else I’d rather be.” And there was nothing he wouldn’t do for him. 

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

“Mmmm. Hectic huh? Why didn’t you call me and let me know? I would’ve come to help. You know I’m a good stress reliever too~” He purred as they turned around to hold him in return which he greatly appreciated. He pressed a sweet kiss to their teeth, savoring the moment and caressing their cheek.

He really had missed them. A lot more than he was willing to admit to anyone in fear of it being seen as a weakness. Honestly, it was more of a strength if you asked him. Broker could take care of themself better than he could, and by going after one of them you’re going after both.

His expression turned a bit softer and more sincere, a side that only Broker had seen in a very long time. “…Thought you might be getting cold feet about the whole marriage thing. Can’t blame a guy for getting a little paranoid.”

They couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, eye sockets closing for a moment to enjoy the contact. It was only a simple press of their teeth, but…it was Haze. And they really had missed the other skeleton’s company, even if they’d often been too caught up in their workload to pause to think about much else. 

Broker snorted softly and looked back up at him. “The best stress reliever.” 

At his softening expression and insecure words, they reached up to cup his cheek in return, thumb brushing softly over the bone. “There’s been no cold feet on my part, I promise. I suppose I’m just…still not used to being in a relationship, to having someone so important to me…and being important to him, too.” They gave an apologetic smile. “I’ll be sure to call you in the future. And, you know that you’re always welcome at my side - I’d never turn you away.” 

[gastersnas]

He scoffs lightly, leaning into the touch to his face. “Not used to it huh? How long have we been together?” He teased. “But it’s a bit hard to come to your side when I never know where you are.” His voice was a bit more serious now and he sighed. “I know it’s better that I don’t always know where you are for safety but it does make it hard to meet up.”

He pulled them back in for another kiss, deepening it and savoring it for as long as he could. “I love you Broker. Fuck I love you too much.”

[azraeltreerp]

They gladly leaned into the kiss, enjoying every second of it and taking a moment to once again familiarise himself with the feeling. Hmm...The two of them would have to do a little more familiarising after being separated for so long...Not that they needed an excuse. 

Broker smiled up at him. “I love you too...I’ll be stayin’ at the main house for the foreseeable future, so you can visit me - or stay with me, if you prefer - whenever you feel like it.” Their smile turned a little wry. “Did I forget to give you a phone number?” Quite the oversight on their part...Then again, they had gone through a couple of different phones since they met Haze. 

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

“Mmmm. Hectic huh? Why didn’t you call me and let me know? I would’ve come to help. You know I’m a good stress reliever too~” He purred as they turned around to hold him in return which he greatly appreciated. He pressed a sweet kiss to their teeth, savoring the moment and caressing their cheek.

He really had missed them. A lot more than he was willing to admit to anyone in fear of it being seen as a weakness. Honestly, it was more of a strength if you asked him. Broker could take care of themself better than he could, and by going after one of them you’re going after both.

His expression turned a bit softer and more sincere, a side that only Broker had seen in a very long time. “…Thought you might be getting cold feet about the whole marriage thing. Can’t blame a guy for getting a little paranoid.”

They couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, eye sockets closing for a moment to enjoy the contact. It was only a simple press of their teeth, but...it was Haze. And they really had missed the other skeleton’s company, even if they’d often been too caught up in their workload to pause to think about much else. 

Broker snorted softly and looked back up at him. “The best stress reliever.” 

At his softening expression and insecure words, they reached up to cup his cheek in return, thumb brushing softly over the bone. “There’s been no cold feet on my part, I promise. I suppose I’m just...still not used to being in a relationship, to having someone so important to me...and being important to him, too.” They gave an apologetic smile. “I’ll be sure to call you in the future. And, you know that you’re always welcome at my side - I’d never turn you away.” 

[azraeltreerp]

mastermoonpie:

“…Mmmm.” Moonpie inhaled deeply, his sensitive magic all but crying out when he felt something off with Cray. It didn’t matter if it were a pure emotional shift when it came to monsters- the telltale heart told it all. Each emotion ran by the magic in their soul and changes in the distribution were so… painfully noticable to someone who’d broken their ability to properly distribute their magic.

“Cray? Are you…?”

The words broke off as Moonie gathered the white puffball of his cat up into his arms, already shaking. He wasn’t fearful of Cray, but worried for him.

“I-I mean, do you need some…” He leaned against the doorway, gripping it hard enough to restrain his trembling. A tiny smile came forth to further his words. “S-some help?”

Was he even capable of helping? After being so weak with no change apparent in the past few weeks, Moonpie was doubtful he’d be much more than a nuisance in the kitchen. He worried about Cray and how he was feeling. It’s easy to forget Cray has his own demons and crosses to bare when Moonpie was too busy being selfish. 

He felt almost bad sometimes when he thought about how much trouble he was causing the vibe.

At the sound of his name, Cray looked over at the doorway with an attentive expression. Over the past few weeks - months? He’d lost track - he’d kept himself as aware of any changes in Moonpie’s mood as he could, always wanting to make sure that he was okay, or to see if he needed his help. He knew that Moonpie could still hide stuff from him; he wasn’t the best at reading people’s emotional states, and though he was growing more familiar with the parasite due to how much they interacted, he was far from perfect. 

But the tiny smile and shaking was more than enough to catch his notice. His first reaction was to say he didn’t need help, that he could handle it - he wanted Moonpie to relax, and to be able to do this for him. He was too useless to do much else, after all. 

“I-” He cut himself off. If Moonpie wanted to help, then…it’d be a good idea to accept, right? To do as much as he could to show Moonpie that every choice was his own?

Decided on it, he nodded and gestured him over with a smile. He still wasn’t used to more…friendly expressions, but they seemed to come a lot easier around Moonpie. “Yeah, some help would be great. This ain’t too complicated, but ya can stir it a lil, make sure it cooks evenly?” He held out the spatula and motioned to the pan. 

[mastermoonpie]

The parasite practically swelled with emotion when Cray offered him the spatula. A warm, fuzzy feeling curled up in his host’s chest causing Moonpie to genuinely grin. Emotions were one hell of a drug. It was strange how a little bit of happiness could momentarily melt away the troubles of reality. That, or Moonie was just a sucker for the feeling and allowed it to take precedence over pain.

Not good, but he couldn’t care less.

Placing his little pet down, Moonpie shuffled over to Cray in his barefoot glory. Fluffernutter glanced around before prowling his path onward under the dining room table and curling up. Nothing ever really bothered the cat, but he seemed perturbed over the prospect of sudden uninvited visitors returning to his sanctuary as well.

“I can do that! It sounds easy enough, I mean.” Moonpie’s smile twisted into a small nervous one when he blinked towards the pan. Of course, he didn’t hesitate too much in lovingly hugging Cray with one arm while he proudly gathered the spatula in one hand. 

It felt odd to hold a spatula so cockeyed… Moonpie fiddled with it for a bit until he firmly grasped it in a much more natural manner. This is what he gets for getting out of the ‘I’m a functioning creature’ character for so long. “I just poke it… right?”

[azraeltreerp]

The genuine grin made his own smile widen, cheeks warming a little at the sight of it. As gruff and blunt as he usually was, Moonpie’s happiness was more than enough to soften his harsh edges - even as he remained hyper aware of their surroundings, alert towards any threat. His gaze even darted to Fluffernutter for a moment as he surveyed the room, cataloguing each thing in it - for the hundredth time in the past half hour alone. 

Nothing wrong with a healthy sense of paranoia, especially for someone like him...And especially when Moonpie had been hurt so recently. 

However, Cray did relax a little as Moonpie hugged him, his own arm soon curling around the parasite’s shoulders as he shifted closer to press him into his side. He was glad that Moonpie had been the one to initiate the touch, since he doubted he could’ve held off for long, needing to feel him close and know that he was safe. 

He blinked at the other’s lack of surety, but soon nodded, his other hand reaching to briefly adjust the temperature. “Uh huh. Just gotta keep pushin’ ‘em around, make sure both sides of the chicken get cooked and that the veg and noodles don’t start stickin’ to the pan. Shouldn’t take too long, then ya can dish it up.” 

The ingredients themselves were a blend of physical foods and magic infused in them, creating the best possible mix for a skeleton monster recovering their strength. It was also the kind of food that pretty much anyone could eat safely; monster, human or otherwise. He knew that there were plenty of possible differences, but figured that Moonpie would let him know if this didn’t work for him. It’d be easy enough to teleport some food in, but...well, he liked the idea of cooking for Moonpie. 

Fuck. He really had become mush, hadn’t he?

[azraeltreerp]

mastermoonpie:

“…Mmmm.” Moonpie inhaled deeply, his sensitive magic all but crying out when he felt something off with Cray. It didn’t matter if it were a pure emotional shift when it came to monsters- the telltale heart told it all. Each emotion ran by the magic in their soul and changes in the distribution were so… painfully noticable to someone who’d broken their ability to properly distribute their magic.

“Cray? Are you…?”

The words broke off as Moonie gathered the white puffball of his cat up into his arms, already shaking. He wasn’t fearful of Cray, but worried for him.

“I-I mean, do you need some…” He leaned against the doorway, gripping it hard enough to restrain his trembling. A tiny smile came forth to further his words. “S-some help?”

Was he even capable of helping? After being so weak with no change apparent in the past few weeks, Moonpie was doubtful he’d be much more than a nuisance in the kitchen. He worried about Cray and how he was feeling. It’s easy to forget Cray has his own demons and crosses to bare when Moonpie was too busy being selfish. 

He felt almost bad sometimes when he thought about how much trouble he was causing the vibe.

At the sound of his name, Cray looked over at the doorway with an attentive expression. Over the past few weeks - months? He’d lost track - he’d kept himself as aware of any changes in Moonpie’s mood as he could, always wanting to make sure that he was okay, or to see if he needed his help. He knew that Moonpie could still hide stuff from him; he wasn’t the best at reading people’s emotional states, and though he was growing more familiar with the parasite due to how much they interacted, he was far from perfect. 

But the tiny smile and shaking was more than enough to catch his notice. His first reaction was to say he didn’t need help, that he could handle it - he wanted Moonpie to relax, and to be able to do this for him. He was too useless to do much else, after all. 

“I-” He cut himself off. If Moonpie wanted to help, then...it’d be a good idea to accept, right? To do as much as he could to show Moonpie that every choice was his own?

Decided on it, he nodded and gestured him over with a smile. He still wasn’t used to more...friendly expressions, but they seemed to come a lot easier around Moonpie. “Yeah, some help would be great. This ain’t too complicated, but ya can stir it a lil, make sure it cooks evenly?” He held out the spatula and motioned to the pan. 

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[gastersnas]

God he missed the sound of that chuckle, and the way they leaned against him as his arms wrapped tighter. Haze nuzzled into his lover, his fiancé, and breathed in their scent. “God I missed you. Way to propose and ditch me, heh.”

Of course he wasn’t actually mad at Broker, he knew they were a busy person. But he really had missed them something fierce.

[azraeltreerp]

They nuzzled him back, letting the tablet they’d been working on flicker away to settle on a nearby table before shifting to wrap their arms around him in return, holding Haze with a reassuring tightness. They were here...and they certainly didn’t plan on ‘ditching’ him again. Oh, Broker could tell by his tone that he was joking, but they didn’t like making him miss them - and they disliked not seeing him for a while even less.

“My apologies, love. Things have been...a little hectic, recently. And you know I have a bad tendency of losin’ track of time.” One of the problems with being immortal. 

[askpapercrane]

Chill beams up at the taller skeleton. "It depends on context - what's happenin' at the time! That's how ya tell the difference!" He hummed thoughtfully, considering how he could help explain. "It's like how I can say I love flowers, but I love you in a really different way. 'm usin' the word 'love' differently. So ya can be 'cool' in terms of temperature, or personality!"

*He stares at Chill, a concerned look on his face as he try to process the whole information… it was silly to have so many words to describe so many things. He didn’t liked when he couldn’t grasp it fully when it seemed to be so simple to others.*…. It depends on context… * He repeated on the same tone before wrapping his arms around the short skeleton burying his face against the other’s clothes with a faint frustrated whimper. * Okay…

[azraeltreerp]

He happily returned the hug, though he frowned a little at the sound of Crane’s whimper. He knew that it frustrated Crane to not understand so many things...yet in his own eyes, Crane learnt so quickly and progressed really fast! 

Offering him a soft nuzzle to his cheek, his smile returned. “One day it’ll be really easy for ya to know what people mean. ‘s just a matter of practise, yeah? And ya know that ‘m always happy ta help ya out.” 

[frxckinggxre-blog]

Send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone, or send 🔪🔪 for reverse.

[little-noko]

Vibe flickered into sight, expression deceptively calm as he regarded 'Decans'. He was silent for a moment before offering a soft smile. "Hey there, spark. Hope you're holdin' up okay..." The smile faded quickly, gaze sharpening as he addressed the parasite. "Now. How 'bout you and me have a lil talk?"

As the tall skeleton materialized himself nearby him, the parasite blinked his eyesockets, he was far from surprised, many version of that dude were capable of it, so did his host, it was something quite common apparently. His broad smile remained plastered on his face when this one approached from him… from the way his host became agitated, he was PRETTY sure that it was this ‘Vibe’  that made him fight to stay alive. There was something in his nonexistent guts that told him that THIS wasn’t right and that he should probably flee from that guy… and when this one addressed himself to his host, everything confirmed itself as clear as crystal. He took a few steps back, trying his best to look as relaxed as possible when he crossed both HIS hands behind HIS head, ignoring the cold expression the other was offering him. 

“A lil’ talk, uh ? ‘Doesn’t seem like a lil’ talk ta me with dat unrad expression on yo face. Come on broski, how about a lil’ smile ? Den we could talk I don’t mind ! How’s dat name the other gave ya, Firework, am I right ?”

[azraeltreerp]

little-noko:

It. Hurt. He never thought he would actually ever complain about the pain he was going through… and especially a physical one. He had always been in pain since the reset to the point that the feelings had became numb. He never expected it to go away and he knew it never will. The constant burn from his damaged and fragile ribcage, the stinging sensation of his scared bones that had break more then once, the constant internal pressure in his marrow coming from the magic that circulated his body… it was tiring… But this.

It was nothing that he could describe. The feeling of his distressed soul trying to rip apart… the effort it took him to keep it together… the little will to live that he had left. It hurt. The way that the parasite… that dirty… abomination… was crawling inside his head, tentacles attempting to get a better grasp at his soul… he couldn’t help but feel distressed. 

He didn’t wanted any of this to happen. He didn’t wanted to put Vibe through all this. The was his fiance was looking at him while he was desperately tried to breath properly and remain calm despite of the way his body kept trembling as he was fighting for the control over his body.

The way their fingers tangled together, that hope they had… that way Vibe had to say his name…

“I…I know… I- i-it’s hard to r-remain… in control… h-he… I don’t k-know h-how long I can… l-last…” It was so tiring. He could already feel the corner of his mouth draw a smile that was clearly not his. “L-Let’s sky d-diving… just the two of us…”

His voice trailed, his grip progressively loosening as the light in his eyesockets vanished, making him close his eyes, frowning of clear discomfort as a complain escapred his mouth.

He wanted nothing more than to pull Decans into his arms and just- protect him from the world. He knew that Decans was strong, that he could handle himself in most cases, but this was driving home the fact that his fiance was still vulnerable at times. Vibe would never be confronted with his own mortality - the verse would keep him alive even if his body and soul was completely destroyed - but to face Decans’...it was so much worse than he could have imagined. 

He hated that Decans was in pain, that he was so distressed, his own body taken over by that damn parasite. “It’s o-okay, I’ll fix this, I promise.” He gave a shaky smile. “Th-Then we can sky dive all ya like.” 

As the other’s pupils faded he tried to even out his breathing, reluctantly letting go of his hand when he realised the parasite must be taking control again. “...let’s go get that body for you.” 

[azraeltreerp]

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[gastersnas]

(rough sex starter sentences) “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.” Broker raised a brow expectantly. "Well? Think you can manage that?"

Oh ho ho. Fuck yes he could manage that. 

He was upon Broker in an instant, pushing them into a wall and growling against ther neck as he grinded his hips up against their pelvis slowly. “You giving me orders now sweetheart?~”

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

There went any ounce of self control he still had. 

“You better fucking believe I’m going to take you.” He said hungrily as he roughly kissed them, grabbing their hips and squeezing the magic they’d formed there. Something about seeing his extraordinarily powerful lover spread out and saying they’d follow his every order was incredibly arousing to Haze. He reached down between Broker’s legs, giving his member a hard pump and smirking into the kiss. “And I’m not going to be gentle about it.”

Broker smiled as he kissed them, leaning into it and enjoying the way he squeezed their magic. It was more sensitive than their bones, making them increasingly aware of his touch and the pressure behind it. 

“Ngh-” The kiss muffled the cut-off groan, dick starting to harden in Haze’s grasp as they bucked up against him. “I...didn’t ask for gentle, did I?” They grinned at him in clear challenge. “I’d love to see what you’re capable of, darling.” 

[gastersnas]

(rough sex starter sentences) “I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop, even if I tell you to.” Broker raised a brow expectantly. "Well? Think you can manage that?"

Oh ho ho. Fuck yes he could manage that. 

He was upon Broker in an instant, pushing them into a wall and growling against ther neck as he grinded his hips up against their pelvis slowly. “You giving me orders now sweetheart?~”

[azraeltreerp]

They smirked as they were pushed up against the wall, humming approvingly at the way he ground against them. Hands settling on his hips, they huffed a soft laugh. “Hmm…How about…you give the orders?”

They tilted their head. “I’m curious to see what you’ll do if you’re, ah…in control. After all, I already said to ignore me if I tell you to stop.” Broker was well aware that if they truly wanted him to stop, they could get their point across either by flaring their magic or teleporting away. 

[gastersnas]

He growled lowly, hands moving to grip Broker’s wrists and pin them up above their head quickly. “Alright then. First order, why dont you make a cock and ass for me?~” He rumbled right next to Broker’s skull. 

One of his hands kept Broker’s pinned above their head while the other practically ripped their pants off, not particularly caring if he’d ripped them. He bit down on Broker’s neck hard enough to hear a crack, crotch already glowing yellow from his arousal. “Faster now sweetie, I dont like being kept waiting.”

[azraeltreerp]

Broker didn’t resist as he pinned their wrists above their head, though they did shift a little when their pants were ripped away - sexy but uncomfortable, they had to say. The bite quickly distracted them, earning a low groan at the mix of pain and pleasure it caused. It certainly set the scene for just how rough Haze was going to be. Hopefully he’d made use of the bed, though - they had one for a reason. 

“Patience, honey,” they murmured teasingly, before forming the requested parts. Their dick pressed up against Haze thanks to their closeness, making them hum and rock slightly against him, enjoying the light friction.

[gastersnas]

“I thought I was the one giving orders here?” Growled as Broker teased him by telling him to be patient. “And I say fuck patience, I want you, and I want you right fucking now.” 

His growl dropped and octave when Broker finally summoned their parts, sounding more like a deep rumbling in his chest. He finally decided to make use of the bed and pushed Broker down onto it, climbing on top of him almost instantly after while shimmying his pants down as well. 

[azraeltreerp]

They shivered slightly at the growls, able to feel the slight vibrations through Haze’s chest. It was...definitely an interesting sound, especially in combination with Haze saying he wanted them. It was rather ridiculous how arousing that knowledge was. 

They smirked up at him when he pushed them onto the bed. “If you want me, take me.” They spread their legs slightly, pelvis covered in smooth, blue magic, coating the tops of their thighs as well. “I’ll follow your every order.”