#((yoooo.))

[beesnutz]

WAIT THEY KISSED ?

[chingonaclawsarchive]

     i’m home.

[shima-draws]

It’s late Shima Sentimental Hours™️ anyway I’m really proud of how far my art has come in like, the past year ALONE. I’ve learned lots of stuff and have tweaked my style over and over and I can say pretty confidently that I like where I am right now!! And I can only improve and get better from here 😤

[asterioes-a]

@kaizerflames .          cont .

it    was    meant    to    show    comfort      /      in  her  mind  it  was  already      A    LONG    SHOT  ------------  to  receive  any  genuine  reaction  from  him  in  response  to  her  relatively      intimate       thanks .          but  she  had  been  so  sure  for  a      moment ,    that  she  had  him .          a  brief  flash  of  what  was  a  genuine  smile ,    a  simple  softness  that  she  was  occasionally  unsure  he  was  even  capable  of  ---------------  it  was  there ,    she      swears      it  was  there ,    but  with  his  easy  deflection ,    she  would  never  be  able  to  prove  it .

‘     i  can  just  as  easily  bring  you  down  to  my  height  in  a  much  more      painful      way  if  you’re  planning  on  going  there ,    colonel .     ’          she  addresses ,    a      saccharine      smile  gracing  pink  lips .

[bulletproofwhale]

[occultbakura]

Devil in the Dim Moonlight

{Continued from HERE} | @his-tasty-katsudon

A smirk slid onto his features. Hazel brown looking the other up and down, scanning him---examining him from head-to-toe before finally boring into brown eyes. Looking for something there or...beyond him, through him even.

“I don’t know...” He started off with saying. His voice soft, sweet like honey as it starkly contrasted with the nasty look in his eyes. A tactic done on purpose to throw the other off because his face didn’t match his voice, his body language at ends with itself with the overall tone he spoke with.

“...maybe, maybe it’s in how your hands tremble in my presence. Or...or maybe that’s not quite it all.” He came off polite though he appeared to be condescending all the same.

One step.

Then two.

Jingle. Jingle. Jingle.

A gold object that hung around his neck, swinging to and fro, bouncing against his chest with each calculated movement, shining in the dim streetlights---almost to the point of an eerie ethereal glow to it. 

He was closing in.

“I think I know now!” he exclaimed, an epiphany resounding through his words. Hint of an accent there, showing that he wasn’t particularly native, but could speak the language as if it were all the same. “It’s your voice. That’s what gives it away. It’s how you’re straining it to sound tougher than what you actually feel in this moment. The shakiness---quickening of your breath. That nervousness that I bet you wish you hid better.” There was a purr to his voice as was a mere few centimeters away.

“...am I right?”

[swaggxr]

          --And yet another one he deemed as a peasant has traversed into his territory, completely oblivious to the fact that his crimson pupils were always watching. Always spying. Always keeping track of those simple-minded fools that he could manipulate and bend to his will, digging themselves into holes that were so begrudging to escape.

            But he enjoyed it, in a sense, having others to manipulate for his benefit and sadistic pleasure. They were fools-- all of them. If anything, he viewed it as him simply aiding them in their pitiful, disgusting lives.

          "How do you do?" His beak inquired, a tip of his fedora-like crest soon accompanying his affable words before he continued. "It's a bit late for a midnight stroll, isn't it?"