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is that what you came to ask?
oh cool, shitpost pics about strangetown 4 soul
(but my fav is veronaville)
doodling nerds bc im hella bored
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Send me a ۵ and my character will react to having your character come up behind them and start kissing their shoulder up their neck.
Craig’s shoulder blades cocked back and his back straightened, he wasn’t exactly expecting to just randomly receive neck kisses. Especially from Clyde. Unconsciously tilting his head to the side, he looked in the other’s general direction since he couldn’t get a clear view. “Uh, what’re you doing.”
Clyde wrapped his arms around Craig’s waist, pressing his lips against the boy’s skin softly. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He mumbled, his breath warm against Craig’s neck. He reeked of alcohol, and his words were slurred slightly. “I’m kissing your neck.”
Craig’s eyes narrowed as a slight grin found it’s way on his face. His friend had been drinking, he could hear it in his voice and smell it. “Well yeah,” he mumbled, pressing the lock button on his phone and pocketing it in his sweat pants. “And why’d you drink without me, man? I’m the one with all the good drinks.” Craig said, pouting his lip a little as he allowed the other to continue.
“My dad was being a dick. So I drank all o’ his beer.” Clyde uttered, disinterested in explaining himself. He leaned against Craig from behind, occasionally sucking on the boy’s neck, leaving small marks on his friend’s skin. “I was too lazy to call you. I think. I don’t really remember.” He slipped his hand beneath Craig’s sweatshirt, guiding his fingertips up his torso. “I wanted to talk to you in person. Well, uh, not really talk. More like…make out.” the brunette chuckled.
Craig rolled his eyes, of course he got the alcohol from his dad. “You’re lucky you haven’t had a stomach ulcer or something,” he mumbled, not expecting the other to start sucking on his neck. He couldn’t help but give a small laugh, seeing as he’d just recently gotten rid of the last hickeys Clyde gave him. Sliding his own hands behind him to ghost along the other’s sides as much as he could reach, he cracked a wider grin as the other male mentioned making out instead of talking. “Isn’t that how our talks always end?” Craig jeered, knowing he would just entice the other all the more. Which was mostly his plan.
“The only thing I gotta worry about is my dad kicking me out.” Clyde joked. However, his voice cracked mid-sentence, causing him to sound rather pathetic. He hummed happily at the feeling of Craig’s hands, leading a trail of kisses up to the boy’s jaw. Although they weren’t officially dating publicly, Clyde enjoyed fooling around with his friend whenever they pleased. In secret, of course. “No homo.” he whispered teasingly, resting his hand on Craig’s bare chest.
Giving a sideways smile, Craig blinked before letting his eyes go to a half-lidded state. “My house is your house, dude.” He mumbled, somewhat figuring that the other’s father wouldn’t kick him out. Craig gave the other a light pinch on the side at his teasing comment, giving a small snarl. “You’re a flaming homo, don’t deny it.” He grumbled, as they had this discussion quite often. Snaking his hands downward, he slowly worked himself to the side to face the other, looking slightly downward to look him in the eye. Craig had always been a bit taller than Clyde, but at a time they were the same height, now it was just by a fraction of a foot.
Clyde jumped slightly at the pinch, chuckling lightly. “I’m only homo for you. Duh.” He smiled charmingly, lowering his hands to toy with the button on Craig’s pants. “And I gotta say, fucking my best bro is a lot more fun than fucking a chick.” He admitted, finally undoing the button. Clyde knew he wasn’t the most straight boy on the block, but he liked keeping his private affairs private. He enjoyed being able to secretly hold hands with Craig underneath a table, while hanging out with friends, or sneaking away into the nearest bathroom for a make-out session. The shorter boy stood up on his toes a bit in an attempt to reach the noirette’s height, and leaned in, meeting the boy’s lips with a soft kiss.
Craig gave a amused hum followed by a devilish smirk, not bothering to help the brunette with his button but focusing on fiddling with Clyde’s belt. “Yeah, I know that much.” He mumbled, as the other had always been with girls and -to Craig’s knowledge - he was the only guy he’d been with. Smiling all the more at his comment, he finally got the belt undone and went to work with the button and zipper. “Oh I bet it is,” he jeered, tilting his head to the side slightly as he met the boy halfway for a kiss.
Clyde’s jeans fell slightly as Craig undid his belt, and he began to remove his unbuttoned jock-coat, throwing it to the side. He cupped his friend’s face with his hands and deepened the kiss, gliding his tongue across Craig’s lip. He was pretty sure he had left Craig’s door opened when he entered the room, but he was too drunk to care about being walked in on. His heart pounded in his chest with excitement, and he ran his hands up into Craig’s hair, combing his fingers through the dark locks.
As the other threw his jacket to the floor, Craig took the opening to remove his own sweatshirt. Lucky him he decided to go without a t-shirt that evening, and as Clyde cupped his face he made quick work to finish undoing the other’s button on his jeans. Craig knew that the brunette probably left the front door open, but he couldn’t care less seeing as the only person that would dare enter his home at the time was already in his house and was currently half naked. Feeling the other male’s tongue brush against his lips, he immediately parted his lips and allowed their tongues to spar in his mouth. The feeling of Clyde’s fingers going down his scalp only enticed him all the more as he snaked one hand up the back of the other’s own scalp, keeping the other arm wrapped tightly around his middle.
Beneath his jacket, Clyde wore a tight, green t-shirt, representing his school mascot; The cow. Under his pants he wore faded red boxers with tiny tacos printed all over them. “Craig. Mnn- Dude. Wait-” Clyde mumbled between the passionate kissing, forcing himself to part from Craig’s lips momentarily. His ears and cheeks were visibly pink. “Uh..maybe we should take this to a bed, or a couch, or something?” The brunette suggested, despite the fact that he was pretty comfortable in their current position. In fact, he loved being held so close to the boy. He loved being cared about by such a stoic person. It was something Clyde considered himself lucky for on a daily basis.
day two
colin robinson watching guillermo bitch slap nandor across the face and then instead of ripping his head off in retaliation nandor just acts vaguely turned on by it
just some misc (s)holmes doodles from doodle twitter 👊
guillermo de la cruz is legally classified as a weapon
cupid’s stake
(click 4 qual)
Nandor after being told the process "won't be entirely painless" in S2EP9
Nandor after being slapped by Guillermo in S3EP6
“love is the ultimate sacrifice” no actually. love is a collage of compromises. i’ll make you a portrait, i’ll get you the pillow, i’ll fly you around, please, please stay. i’ll tell them it was us, i won’t let them devour you, i’ll yank you back early, please, please don’t die.
fellas is it gay to stare longingly at ur familiar turned bodyguard as he talks about his emotionally closed off family and how that affected his relationship with sex and love as you go through your own existential crisis of your own where all you want is someone to just love you
Little rascal (affectionate)
so nandor decided to find love after the month of not seeing guillermo when he was a prisoner? that’s when he felt lonely and felt he didn’t have anyone to share his life with?? girl open ur eyes