STOP TRYINNA RUIN MY FUCKIN XATE DUMB SHITHEADS
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STOP TRYINNA RUIN MY FUCKIN XATE DUMB SHITHEADS
@crepuxulum
Dukedom, -Earldom, Marquisate, Barony, oar County?
This is what life looks (sounds) like every night for us. All individuals shown to scale, too.
> It takes you all of three minutes to get ready. You button you t-shirt behind your wings (something simple - a plain, high collared, navy blue shirt), and tuck it into some similarly coloured denim, accented with some comfortable definitely-not-knock-off-converse.
> Your hair, now down to the small of your back, is pulled into a bun (in the back of your mind you think about the fanfictions about being bought by One Direction), your shades pushed up, and your wings freshly preened.
> He's so handsome. Your stomach does an embarrassing flip, your heart skipping a beat when the corners of his lips tilt up into a dashing smile.
> Instead of flying upwards, you float to meet his lips, a hand reaching up to feel the skin of his jaw, thumb brushing his cheeks. Your cheeks flush as your feet land back on the ground.
> Walking around the street markets make you realise how long it's truly been. People stare - longer than they use to a few months ago. Whispers are shared, children point. You feel your heart sink a smidge (but not too far, and not for long. Darkleer's strong, large hands envelope yours and anchor you.) You get a feasts worth of vegetarian meals - some of which include plants you lovingly alchemised for the vendors.
> It takes at least two hours to get through everything. It leaves you comfortably full as you stare up at him. From your Sylladex you pull out a feather - one of yours. It's six inches long, and entwined with it are two other strings - one a peachy, pastel pink, the other a beautiful, glimmering teal. You stand behind him as he sits, plating it to the side and back, not too visible but not entirely invisible. Your feather sticks out awkwardly, but it feels like it's always been there as you look at him.
> You take a deep breath and sit back next to him. Your face couldn't be anymore red if you tried - and you still have two more feathers to give to two more of your loves.
@crepuxulum replied to your post “Not around as much lately not just because of...”:
D »—> Often the wisest option
But how are u gonna make more funny lactating puns if u don't post!
💭 soo curious 👀
ohhhhhhh i want his attention so bad AND hes got me craving blue like nothing else
i love having a long term project to work on and he s33med disinterested so im finding it very fun to try to worm my way in
dont even have to get him to f33d us! just the slightest graze and i can get my germs on him and then i win!
drinking isnt important this time i just want to prove to myself i can get anyone i set my mind to
hes quite like my equius and its very endearing
oh there are plans
...i knew the quirk looked REAL motherfuckin familiar
@crepuxulum
hey arrows are you a motherfuckin DARKLEER