#kamicrazy-lizard

[zombiezz]

"Dad, where does the red paint on your fingers come from?"

Aw, Tommi and Recoil! I would die of feels if they ever had a kid together. <3 <3 <3

[zombiezz]

[text]: You thinking of me? ((Here comes cute filth))

[M] Yes

[M] when are you coming home, baby? I miss your hands on me

[zombiezz]

“Be still” [Recoil to Tommi]

Tommi shivered, goosebumps rising all over his skin. He smirked up at Recoil, leaning into his touch with a hum.

"Hmm...You don't know what your hands do to me, Coil." He purred, kissing him hungrily. He ran his tongue over Recoil's bottom lip, nudging his hand further up his stomach.

[completely-nux]

@kamicrazy-lizard 'Slit!' He called out, walking over to his lancer, halting when he stood close to the war boy, a little nervous. 'Can you help me? I got sunburnt.' Nux says as if it wasn't clearly visible on his shoulders, especially. The driver looks at slit from under his eyelashes, knowing all to well that he should have been more careful with staying outside for quite a while without protection against the harsh rays.

[zombiezz]

💖 [Recoil to Tommi] (oops)

"You've got a really cute face, I just wanna eat it up."

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✗ [Recoil to Tommi] (I wanna crack it, but feel free to kill him)

"Wha-mmph!" Tommi's voice was muffled by Recoil's lips when he was pulled against him. Ususally he was ready for this, preparing to pounch like a hungry dog, but then he was actually caught off guard.

Then, once he gathered himself, he happily kissed back, gripping the other's hips and pulling him closer. He very much enjoyed the rough neediness of the kiss. Perhaps Tommi would get to have some fun.

[zombiezz]

Headcanon thing for Tommi (can I marry him though)

What they smell like: Usually this weird mix of earth, grass, lil bit of sweat, and clay. When he's freshly washed he just goes straight back up to the gardens so he ends up smells like flowers for a day or so.

How they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc): he stretches out when he sleeps, arms and legs everywhere. Normally people don't want to be near him when he sleeps because he leaves little to no room for anyone else (unless you are willing to cuddle). He doesn't get time for sleep very often, so when he gets to do it he sleeps HARD.

What music they enjoy: (modern au) indie stuff and alternative. Nothing really hardcore though. He likes his music relaxing and pretty.

How much time they spend getting ready every morning: (modern au) too much time for his own good. (At LEAST forty minutes)

Their favorite thing to collect: bottlecaps, he doesn't really know what they're for but he thinks they're cool.

Left or right-handed: right

Religion (if any): he belongs to the cult of the V8, but not strictly.

Favorite sport: (modern au) football

Favorite touristy thing to do when traveling (museums, local food, sightseeing, etc):(modern au) he loves going to restaurants (by that he means bars) and meeting new people (and by that he means hitting on cute guys)

Favorite kind of weather:(modern au) he always says summer so because hey everyone wears a lot less clothing but he really likes fall weather because he adores wearing sweaters and getting hot chocolates.

A weird/obscure fear they have: letting his plants die. He knows that if they die then everyone will die.

The carnival/arcade game they always win without fail: (modern au)that one where you hit the target and then someone gets dunked into water. Because he's an asshole.

[zombiezz]

🔪 [pick a muse] (Wow, rude)

Tommi let out a soft laugh, one that rang low in his throat. He put his hands up, smirking. "A 'no' would work jus' as well." He said simply, not a hint of fear in his deep green eyes.

He was able to see plainly in Ricochet's expression that he may have went a step to far. In his defense, most boys quite enjoyed Tommi's hands in those areas.