#clwngasm

[hazb1nz]

OOC // LET IT BE KNOWN -- I HAVE NEVER CHOSEN VIOLENCE IN MY LIFE , I AM BUT AN INNOCENT , DELICATE FLOWER. BUT S O M E PEOPLE ARE RUDE & BRING ANGST UPON ME. also if you guys aren't following the people in the tags , do it ~

[depascor]

pet's   ears   .

⌖   ╱   𝕻ET   THE   EARS   !   accepting;   @clwngasm.

well,   here   goes   𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌;   an   early,   unprecedented   submission   to   this   [ … ]   𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺   odd   disposition.   the   sole   factor   enabling   such   a   loving   assault   being   the   jester’s   𝑹𝑬𝑫-𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫   𝑷𝑶𝑼𝑻;   &   the   fickle,   good-intentioned   promise   of   pleasant   touch   [   𝙾𝙷,   𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙰𝙻𝙾𝚄𝚂.   ]   perhaps,   a   𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺   terrible   idea⸻   luckily   for   him,   the   radio   demon   is   nothing   if   not   moderately   𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖐   for   rouge. 

with   a   low,   static-laced   sigh,   he   bows⸻   antlers   dipping,   head   tilts   𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵   𝘴𝘰   to   allow   those   dainty,   𝖒𝖊𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑   𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖘   to   reach   behind   &   oh,   𝘺𝘦𝘴   [   𝚈𝙴𝚂,   𝚈𝙴𝚂,   𝚈𝙴𝚂𝚂𝚂   …   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚃   !   ]   the   old   pretender’s   broadcast   mask   slips,   &   he   𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳𝑳𝒀   𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑫𝑺   in   the spot.   tufted,   deer   ears   𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩,   leaning   heavily   against   the   sharp,   manicured   𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊   of   gentle   claws. 

❝   that’s,   uh    [ … ]    𝘶𝘩𝘩𝘩𝘮,   ❞ 

actually,   𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺   𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦⸻   indeed,   a   catastrophic   idea.   a   sharp   spike   of   radio   feedback   catches   in   his   throat,   as   a   soft,   𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌   moan   slips   𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻   𝑯𝑰𝑺   𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑯.   realization   hits   viscerally,   &   he   recoils,   tearing   himself   away   from   the   touch.   the   moment   is   awkward   enough,   &   yet;   there   comes   [   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙿𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻   𝚆𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴,   𝙰𝚆   !   ]   his   laugh   to   cover   the   slip-up.   𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.

❝   ⸻𝘏𝘈𝘏!   ha,   that’ll   be   [ … ]   quite   𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩   for   today,   ❞

[shokbyte]

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Shok.wav's fins jettison them through the air. They float above the tiny jester.

𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀: Hello!

[heavenom]

❝   i   love   when   you   make   all   the   decisions.   ❞ *innocent whistling*

       𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄  :     obedience    &     obsession   /   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒  :    open .ᐟ

sweet  giggles  string  between    𝒉𝒐𝒕  ,     𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚  𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔  ,     and  touches  that  grow    𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘  𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑     now  that  they’ve     evaded  the  ogling  crowd     by  stumbling  their  way  into  angel’s  dressing  room .     beneath  a    𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝     of     𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒  𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑚𝑒     and  the     rush  of  party  drugs ,     angel  hums  against  fizzarolli’s  open ,     eager  mouth ,     stamping     𝗦𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗚𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗦     down  the  joinage  of  jaw  and  throat  all  while  pinning  him  to  the  plush  velvet  of  his  chaise .     the  nip  of     𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒄  𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔     slipping  beneath  a    tiny  skirt     prompts  him  to  giggle  again ,     wondering  if  fizzarolli  will  settle  to  toy  with  lacy  flowers  and     satin  bows ,     or  if  he’ll  dare  to     𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞  𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡     the  skimpy  thong  clinging  to  angel’s  ass  for    𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄     where  he’s  straddling  his  friend .

          because  they    are  friends .     and  though  angel’s     𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠  𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒  𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛  𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑     by  decades  of  sex     𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬  𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗝𝗢𝗕  ,     he  knows  better  than  to  think  that  what  they’re  doing  is  something     friends  should  do  together .     but  it     𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔  𝒔𝒐  𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅     and  tastes  so  sweet ,     so  they  can  have  those  concerns  some  other  time     [     .  .  .     ]     preferably  when  their    𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝     and  their  hands  aren’t     wandering  all  over     each  other ,     discovering  what  the  other     𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄     when  he’s  touched  just  right .

            ❝     𝑓𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑐𝑘  .     ya    𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚  𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕  𝒎𝒆     ta’  do    𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛’  𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠     ta’  you  ,     huh  .ᐣ    ❞     utters  angel ,     glossed  lips  pressed  to  the  corner  of  fizzarolli’s  mouth  now  that  he’s     kissed  his  way  back  up .    ❝     y’know  i     𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘  𝗔  𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗  𝗕𝗢𝗬     who’ll  let  me  use  him     𝐚𝐬  𝐢  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞     [     .  .  .     ]    ❞     upper  hands  clutch  a    𝑡𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑  𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑡  ,     while  the  lower  pair  lightly  scrape     long  nails     along  the  insides  of  fizzarolli’s  thighs ,    𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫     &     𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫     to  the  wet  heat  between  them .     angel  isn’t  in     much  better  shape     himself ,     panties     𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠     in  his    𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍  ,     pretty  pink  lace  stained  with  pearls  of     love  juices     leaking  between    𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑  𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑠  .

          they’re     𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘  𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓     several  points  of    𝒏𝒐  𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏  ,     but  angel  pulls  back  to     look  into  his  eyes ,     through  the  haze  of  playful  curiosity  turned    𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜  𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞  .     ❝     you  look  like  y’  wanna     𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝  𝑚𝑒  𝑔𝑒𝑡  𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑  ,    ❞     angel  tells  him ,     though  he’s  hardly     wearing  any  fabric     to  begin  with .     ❝     so  y’  oughta’     𝐠𝐞𝐭  𝐨𝐧  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  ,     sweet  thing  .     an’  maybe  afta’  you    𝒅𝒐  𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒇𝒂’  𝒎𝒆  ,     i’ll  show  ya  jus’  how  bossy  i  can     𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘  𝐁𝐄  .    ❞

                                  💌    :    @clwngasm .ᐟ

[arachnaemboss]

they said fuck a daddy, i want a grandpa ;))))))))))

[xluciifer]

bites his d-....duck....

⸺ ❝ Look, I gave you another chance because I'm merciful, but keep your teeth off the ducks. ❞

[b7itzy]

      THIS    WASN’T    SUPPOSED    TO    HAPPEN    .    .    .    it was an accident    –    the chaos & destruction a painful calamity brought forth by a single    ,    stupid act    !    if only that idiot hadn’t tripped    (    been shoved    )    into the tent    ,    then @clwngasm wouldn’t be    .    .    .    no.    no    ,    it was his fault.    he should’ve gotten help    ,    he should’ve raced back    ,    he should’ve    –    not been such a fuck up.

      the memory burns like the scar carefully crafted across his face    ;    cloud of white littering the once crimson flesh around eye & down his cheek    ,    crawling over his neck to end.    the ache doesn’t compare.    the mind simmers far longer with much harsher lyrics    –    punctuated by father’s hateful nature.    no point in visiting since fizzie hates him    ;    cash always was a good liar.

      & yet    ,    despite the physical discomfort    ,    & the tongue lashing from the patriarch    –    something still pulls him in.    claws scribbled upon a new piece of paper    ,    confession written in ink with that cute flower he’d picked    (    fizzie’s favorite    )    & the millionth apology he can muster.

      i’m so sorry    ,    fizz.

      whispered words envelope his mind as he scales the sloth ring’s infamous tower    ;    a use for that shitty circus after all.    window drawn open & the sounds of beeping to alert life nearly overwhelms the imp    –    nearly drop him from a height that would not allow him life after all.    the squirrely creature takes no issue finishing where he started    –    the window closing behind him & a sudden silence befalls him.

      B L I T Z O lacking verbiage    ?    oh    ,    if the old fucker could see him now.    perhaps it’s the machines that cause it    –    or perhaps    (    far more likely    )    the way his best friend is laying upon the bed.    so still    ,    so quiet.    a strange contrast from what he’s used to.

      ❛    he    –    ❜    voice caught in a web.    another apology hangs loosely between his lips    ;    clawing to escape    –    what could he possibly say that would change fizz’s mind    ?    what could he emote that would convince him that he’s worthy to remain in his life    –    if only just a little bit longer.    is it worth the disturbance    ?    is he worth it    ?

      shit.    ❛    i’m sorry    .    .    .    ❜    he fucked up again    –    how typical.    can’t even come up with something else to say.    ❛    this was stupid.    ❜    words are muttered under breath    ,    digits moving to set the now crumpled letter & petite bloom upon the table    –    adorned with much more elegant arrangements & surely heartfelt words.    cue the exit    –

      i'm still glad that i got to see you.

      rasped verses are enough to endure a pause    ;    tears prickling at the edge of dark hues    ,    head tilting to shift focus back to his friend.    claws grip the windowsill    –    silence as gaze blurs all the more.    drip    ,    drip    ,    drip    .    .    .

[hazb1nz]

      ❛ Is this some kind of sex thing? ❜ @clwngasm

      FIRST    OFF    –    WHO    THE    FUCK    WAS    FIZZ    TO    KINK - SHAME    HIM    ? !    he wasn’t the one running around with a fucking kaiju dick up his ass    ,    okay    ?    (    not that he wouldn’t try it.    )

      SECONDLY    –    claws snap the horse mask away from his best friend    ,    looking in it to see if there was any cum stains left over.    fuckin’ bird brain couldn’t hold it sometimes.    ❛❛    i only put it on him ‘cause i don’t wanna see his stupid    ,    rich face looking at me while i’m fuckin’ him    ,    okay    ?    ❜❜    (    lies    ,    he just got harder when one of them was wearing it.    )