#bladecae

[sunshineandpostin]

Anyways. Welcome to... whatever this is

Caelus doesn't know this is a date. If he did, he would have brought them to the nicest place he knows (the dump)

[caelusblzine]

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We dug through the trash and pulled out... Frites! Get ready for a fantastic barrage of page and merch art from him!

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[jojorice]

Yakuza! blade abt to pummel caelus 🤌🥹

[f-abulas]

Cealus romance hc

He is actually terrible at flirting.

On top of the social awkwardness, he feels that there is no place for him in their lives.

He is attracted to make handsome men, but Kafka is the only woman his heart flutter for.

He knows not what their relationship was...did partners mean lovers, or was it just business. He can't remember.

Even if she didn't, Caelus feels that...an emotion of ...possible love? He isn't sure.

He is, in fact, attracted to Dan Hang, but he is pining from afar...(also basically all the hot men).

He is an emotional Hoe

But doesn't have sex at random, but crushes galore and more.

For romance, he likes to be held and connect more then the physical. Even then, that can only happen if he feels a deep connection. That's the way to alight his passion.

Thinking about kissing makes him blush

He enjoys small tokens, things that mean the other thought of him.

He also talks about his love problems to all the jelly cats.

The ones who look like the ones he likes, he usually will hold them and just kinda have a heart to heart. Since he knows they won't tell.

To show he likes someone, he'll spend time...listen and give gifts that he finds that remind him of the other person.

But the other person has to show interest first.

[mim51801]

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[rarazuki]

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[motivated-wolf-writing]

He chases after the crimson trail, oblivious to the blood lilies blooming with each step. He continues to follow the blood as his heart beats loudly in his chest. 

Caelus comes to a stop at where the trail ends, but the one he expects waiting at the end is nowhere to be found. His breaths come short, the name at the tip of his tongue, but he cannot remember who it is he is meant to call. The blood lilies sway with the nonexistent wind, their petals lightly brushing his pants. Yet, it is not their touch he yearns but for the familiar stranger he cannot remember.

In the sea of red, where the path of blood starts from nowhere and ends with nothing, Caelus expects to see a flash of white. But there is no one, and he wonders, if perhaps it has always been that way.

[riktorart]

I've unfortunately been too busy to make anything this week, so I'm just posting an older drawing.