Jan 11, 2022
this is not my little meow meow.
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this is not my little meow meow.
WHY ARE YOU ME??????????????
Byakuya would like to give Kentaro a little kiss. He would like to make sure everyone knows that’s His Boyfriend <3
❔ - ❝ --! ❞ For the same effect as the kiss, they could have drank 5 extra-sugary sodas; buzzing, gently trembling, heart skipping beats, the urge to collapse. But - for once, instead of going into a panic, they press their shoulders together - theirs & Byakuya’s, & make sure to lean into him gingerly.
❝ I don’t think you have any idea how wrapped around your finger I am. Scary. ❞ Still quaking, they lean over & peck him right back. Oh, they’re his boyfriend, alright. All his. //-
@punkkroc said:
They’re Here To CAAll You Out AAs AAn ImpAAstAA.
GGRRRRRRRR SHUT UP!!! GRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!
Haunt Me
Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Sylvianne enjoyed her perch from the cloisters, casting dark eyes down onto the courtyard as she indulged in a cigarette. Felix had left her, but there was still a few more minutes worth before she hit the filter, so she stood there, spine curved against the arch as she studied the individuals that raced to places far more important. Beautiful boots would be ruined by the slush, thick furs wrapped around skinny frames. Augustine seemed to understand beauty, at the very least, and it was saturated in it. From the peaks that surrounded them to the modelesque figures that made up the student body, Sylv flourished there.
Like a magpie, her gaze caught on something in the quad. Dark brows pulled together-- that was a jacket she recognized. A plush, full collar, the full length made of shearling. She tipped her head, watching now as the figure grew closer. Amusement made her snicker, flicking the rest of her cigarette down to the earth. Toni. The jacket was certainly her cast-offs, the garment had been custom, fitted just for herself, but on their narrow frame-- it was almost imperceptible. What were they doing in the campus donation bin?
She watched as they disappeared into the building. She’d have to find out.
the face of the moon was in shadow.
lee herrick’s the impossible replication of desire.
How much delight before we collapse
How much earth in the lungs How much wine
When we want more When the weeds sprawl It is not what you think
Think how fast some landscapes change the lover, the gardener's grand idea, the failing Maple
the boat about to capsize the correction the hand's reflection
the impossibile replication of weight versus time how it will never mean what you want