Can I say I love your dhmis drawings? :3
You absolutely can and it means the WOOORLD to me! TYSM
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Can I say I love your dhmis drawings? :3
You absolutely can and it means the WOOORLD to me! TYSM
^ 3^ mei liiii~n
the call on name rings like windchimes , tranquility in tonality . this was a common reoccurrence , to listen with noir ears that twitch . douma’s voice is one of which to hold dear , accelerate heartbeat , pining for touch . to touch , touch , touch ... the love language of mei lin , touch has always been his form of worship ... devotion . a purr , a lull within chords . steps grow closer to the sitted figure , clawed hands ‘gainst demon’s thighs , as he would hoist himself into douma’s lap . to touch , touch , touch ... now the distance clashed , only parting to let silk tongue brush ‘gainst the warmth of bottom lip ... it’s messy , their kiss ... but fanged grin ceaseless . “ douuuumaaa ~ let’s play ? you called me ‘cause you missed me ? i missed you too ... ♡ “ @eatsyou
︱ @eatsyou liked for a starter : x
That small frame huddled within the meager protection of the night, beneath that pallid moonlight. Delicate shoulders slouched so, slender arms wrapped so close, as if staving off the chill that he had not felt in so long.
Piece by piece of that crumbling facade peeling away. The mask sewn upon troubled features.
That fractious expression long since gone. Like drops of molten rain melting into nothing, leaving only a curious introspection painted upon pale features. Uncertain vulnerability peeking just beneath peeling layers of immutable clay. Those radiant eyes that flickered up looking more of a child lost, than a feral beast who ate human flesh.
And that was all he had ever been.
No more than a petulant child in the always in the midst of a temper tantrum. A miserable and pitiable creature born from a simple wish that, somewhere along the way, had gotten so horribly skewed.
Trapped within the boundaries of this ‘family.’ Within himself. Those immutable threads of bonds, of his own delusions. Sitting idly and spinning web after web of beautiful lies. Casting himself within his own demented dreaming. As well as anyone who dared to get too close.
Yet just like webs, dreams were so very easy to break. One touch could destroy everything…
A beat of silence then.
Azure hues, flickering up. Upon the steady melody of gentle steps. Turning upon one bare heel, absently peering at the older demon. Peeking at those curious hues, painted in a kaleidoscope of colors.
This strange and prideful demon of the Upper Moons. Naturally their paths rarely crossed, usually only whenever Muzan summoned them all.
Yet if the boy felt wary, curious, of the Upper’s sudden appearance upon his mountain, it did not show upon those pale features..
❝ ....What are you doing here? Did that man send you? ❞
@eatsyou asked: kokushibou - donooooooooooooooooooo~ ^_^
the touch of the other goes noticed but unbothered , breath calm &. flows with even steps — feeling the ally beside you , drape around your frame to envelop you in a loose hug . its odd . the call of his name sends a click of teeth to clash , multiple eyes move to look at the rainbow set that stare at him . fake emotions ... twisted &. sick . oh how lost i am , in your twisted trap of fake called love .
❝ douma — chan , it seems you forget who i am quite frequently ... need i remind you ... that these fake emotions you spit , shall not trick me ... take your hands off me ... ❞ to puncture words of threatening tone , hands hardly move before they drip with crimson blood . hands that belong to douma ‘s within his grasp . ripped from his body &. crushed with own rough cold fingers . ❝ you will speak honestly around me from now on .... do you understand .... douma ? ❞
pat pat (´• ω •`)
“ dou - chaaaaan , it feels so goodddddd ! “ a little affection goes a long way , feeling the gentle pats ‘gainst rose tresses . to be honest , if he were a dog , his tail would be wagging non - stop ! eyes shut with bliss , and with fists close to chest ... but the moment the other pulls away , she would snatch at douma’s hand , and place it on top of his head once more . “ ehehe ~ no stopping just yet ! “ @eatsyou
❝ i may be deaf — but i sense you there , douma - san ❞
you sit in your chair , eyes closed and relaxed even in the presence of this demon , eyes opening slowly to see him there , not aged a single day but many years it has been for murata . weapon laying beside him , yet not needed ... ❝ what have i done to be graced by your presence ? ❞ his cheeks are soft with lily kisses , using sign lanuage so speak which he knows douma understands . and if not ? that would be amusing wouldn’t it ....
❝ you aren’t here to fight me ..... so why are you here ? ❞ @eatsyou
compare ur height to the smol ! / accepting
@eatsyou said: 6'10 he toll .......
“ no, no, nothing like that, i just didn’t think i’d see... nevermind, i will leave you to your devices to do as you please! i will be sure to stay far from here continuing forward! ”
「 @eatsyou ❤ ‘d for a starter !! 」