#;kyo

[zephyr-ocs]

This isn’t very couple-y, but Happy Valentine’s Day from two special boys!

[zephyr-ocs]

Kyoshin ref sheet!

[zephyr-ocs]

This art is pretty outdated already, since I accidentally kept hoarding it in my drafts, but officially introducing Team Takeshi (whose sensei I haven’t drawn yet) to tumblr dot com

You can check out their extended bios here!

[zephyr-ocs]

Listen I know screenshot edits are not a thing you should be doing in 2018 but they helped me figure out these character designs BIG TIME

[the-masteruniverse]

gone off potion

The rain pelted the stretch of canvas that I stood under, the red and white fabric whipped by the gusts of wind that wrapped around the buildings. It swept up newspapers, sending bits of it floating down the sidewalks, catching the legs of those who rushed toward their destinations. A cold gaze was given to no one in particular, thoughts slow and struggling. My high had gone, and was replaced with the all too familiar hollow exhaustion, the weakness seeping into every bone and taking me to my very core. I itched, fingernails mindlessly picking at the damp fabric covering my arms. The veins there burned, and I rubbed them, furiously but then more gentle as I let my mind go. Jaw bulged as I gritted my teeth, a habit that now continued without my awareness, molars working against each other. The grinding drowned out the muffled voices coming from the busy café behind me, the clinking of glasses and ringing of the counter’s bell lost as I moved closer toward the edge of the overhang. The chill stayed with me, and I purchased nothing, lingering despite the constant protests from the staff.  Last dime spent on juice. Last of it gone. My watch? Yeah, that’ll fetch enough. I turned to leave, shoving open the iron door of the waist-level barrier that edged the seating area, shouldering through oncoming walkers, catching a younger male rather forcefully. He yelled at me, and I flinched toward him, throwing a hand toward the street behind me. 

“Keep fucking going. Yeah, you. With the shitty fucking gray sweater. Where the fuck you goin? Bible camp? Bet you’re a baby touching piece of shit too, aren’t you?” I snarled under my breath as I pushed past another person, breaking into a clear spot on the sidewalk. Unknown faces wandered toward me, most hidden under scarves and hoods, all except a familiar one that approached in the crowd. My heart sank into my stomach, pale eyes widened in momentary disbelief before gaze was cast upward and away from Kyo. “Fuck.” Quickly, I ducked to the side, sliding behind a lamppost and moving behind a cart selling magazines, hoping to stay out of sight as the heels of my hands were pressed roughly against my eyes, colors bursting to life in the pain. Not today. Not fucking today.

[imaginehorizon]

U n k n o w n

stxgnxnt

"Hey Kyo, look whose here."

Looking over his shoulder, he paused in pouring a cup of black chai. Seeing a tall male walk in, and shuffle towards his usual seat, the blonde groaned inwardly. Here it comes..

"It's his little boyfriend..!"

Rolling his eyes, he told the two to shut up before grabbing a notepad out of his apron and heading for the other. Flipping it open, he clicked his pen and held it ready. The guy usually got a coffee, but sometimes he'd order something else.

"The usual?" Watching the other carefully from behind his frames, he waited patiently. 

[sancxuary]

The roof, a sanctuary for the male. Staring up at the night sky was a safe haven for him, it was as if he was untouched during his alone time, but his thoughts were clouded by the rice ball. A small blush appeared on his face as he sighed and kept staring at the moon.