#frostymuses

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[kaiju-crimson-storyandask]

“M-ma’am, are you alright?” Poor Nekuma, a woman who rarely has reason to use her own brain cells, seems a tad concerned and confused. “What do brain cells have to do with whether or not you’re straight?”

[rinnahtheskinchanger]

"I really need to be smooched and/or cuddled right now if anyone's available."

@frostymuses

[distoretion]

❗What is your opinion on that damn milk thief, Dis?

“He’s definitely a bit intimidating, since I know he wouldn’t mind hurting me and might even want to, but at the same time I feel as if he’s trying very hard not to do so...” She sighed, looking sad and a little conflicted before shaking it off and changing the subject. “As for stealing my milk, I just wish he’d share! If he keeps stealing all of it I’ll be stuck under five feet tall forever which is not fun. Also, it would be nice is he actually asked first.”

[fantasmalforces]

❋ Maverick and Aurum, if it’s at all plausible! (aa sorry, I know we have some stuff going that I need to get to but! I feel like this would be interesting fhfjdk)

. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆ Drunken Kiss Meme // CLOSED ☆ ｡ﾟ･* .

// Put under a cut bc it got kinda long-

Such a special occasion deserved a very special drink to perform a special toast to! Granted, it currently escaped Maverick just what that occasion was, but he knew it must have been very very special. It warranted him going into his collection of vintage wines and drawing out a bottle of 200 year old spiced and shimmering Druid wine. It was easily one his most expensive and most sacred possessions, not to mention one of his most potent drinks. Rich deep maroon, corked and emanating some heavenly forest smells as he poured them both a glass. Half a glass in and he was certain he wouldn’t make it through his first. It was stronger than anything he’d ever tasted, and the flavor was immaculate. Words failed him, both in mind and in speech. Idle conversation turned to nonsensical laughter and thoughtless babbling over amusing thoughts and old experiences worthy of such a deep, rich sound.

Other things were failing him too. His ability to speak, yes. Slowly but surely. His sense of shame, most definitely. His sense of personal space also. Though he hardly considered that last one his fault. Aurum was so stunningly beautiful, the glimmering and shimmering shine of his radiant beauty positively captivated the cat. Made his pupils dilate, threatens to drive out the color of his eyes and filled them with the demon’s reflection. It drew him in like a moth to a flame, swayed him to think impure thoughts through the cloudy haze of elderberries and Druidic spices lingering on his tongue. Not that he’d be able to articulate them into anything beyond thoughts. He lingered closer and closer, spilling out words he could not even hear leaving his own lips, but could still recognize the dull feeling of the purr in his voice as it tickled its way up his throat. There was a brief second he recognized he was standing inches away from his companion— when had they stood up?

Then there came a moment where he felt two pairs of arms wrapped around him, and his own arms encircling the demon’s body. And GOD— was it a heavenly feeling. To be surrounded by warmth like that, tickling up his spine and making his tail swish in satisfied delight. There was a moment where his composure was thrown to the wind, left unattended to, and a far more primal desire was embraced. He buried his face into the crook of Aurum’s shoulder where it met his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. Committing it to memory. Even if he blacked out tonight, which was slowly becoming more and more of a possibility with how light on his feet he suddenly felt, he was certain that scent was burned into his mind permanently. He’d never forget it. Not for a second. There was something decadently mouthwatering about it, so familiar. And the comforting feeling of those arms around him. For a moment, that charming businessman facade slipped, and he craved for nothing more than to stay in Aurum’s arms like this forever. It felt so entirely safe. So homely. It seemed like a dream in a world where nowhere really felt like home anymore.

Maybe it was just the alcohol when Maverick drew back, he still clung to Aurum like a lifeline. He swore it was just for support, and hearing the other laugh felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment. There was a moment where he fumbled with his familiar mask, struggled to put it back on. Those eyes stole his ability to think clearly— as did this wine— memo to him to really save it next time. Thoughts flashed in his head, wild and unorganized and yet one still always came to the forefront. An itch, a temptation. Something he hesitated to act upon even in a state which stole from him any sort of reluctance. And yet those eyes seemed to mirror his thoughts, lure him in. Once more his wings fluttered, bringing him closer, and finally he allowed himself to be burned.

There was no thought to his actions. Only the steady fluttering of his heart and the subconscious thought of his hindbrain that bid him lean forward and press his lips to the demon’s. It was sloppy and uncoordinated with the alcohol still sloshing about in his system, but there was a burning passion behind it. A motivation and a desire to convey something more, something that the words eluded him from and likely would for some time. Until his head was clear, and not just of the alcohol. There was something behind it. Something he dared not show, but that the alcohol drew back the curtain to reveal. Something he would not face and would not let Aurum face, but for now, that he would try to indulge them both in for the sake of simple pleasures. How few and far between those were.

And nothing brought Maverick such delight quite like Aurum did.

[cosmicdreamt]

“You and me both! Though I guess in my case it’s consuming anything at all. If it’s something I enjoy I just instantly feel better.”

She knew he appreciated her compliments, remember what he’d said about his feathers the first time they met. And well...she was an artist after all! Colors were always something that caught her eye. He was just very pretty to look at...was that weird to say? She’d just hope if ever she stared it wouldn’t make him uncomfortable.

“Me?” Yes you, you dumbass. Who else would be be asking around here named ‘Neff’? “I’ve actually been doing pretty okay. Getting some sleep for once, ACTUAL sleep. This may be a strange question but....do you dream?”

@frostymuses from [ x ]

[slayers-testament]

♡ I’m not sure of what type of relationship they’d ever establish, but Vola won’t leave Slayer alone once she finds out that he can conjure food/ put up a fight, so she’ll totally just… show up every now and then

I can tell you exactly what kind of relationship these two would have.

[cloakedinfall-a]

Continued from X

@frostymuses

Giant demon or not Sol didn't frighten sid. He had fought golem just as large, and he'd assumed with much stronger magic. He'd just have to be careful. With that in mind the mage readies a card.

"Because if you do I'm just gonna come back and crush you with a meteor." This fight needed to happen in close quarters. Sidereal was small enough to slip between his feet. It'd be safer that way, he could already guess the demon could run faster.