Final Bracket of Dancestors Round 3
Bracket 16
Damara x Latula
Kurloz x Kankri
No ship/character negativity! <3
seen from China
seen from Serbia
seen from Spain
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
Final Bracket of Dancestors Round 3
Bracket 16
Damara x Latula
Kurloz x Kankri
No ship/character negativity! <3
i am calling kankri/kurloz kankloz
I feel like a dweeb for coming here immediately after you posted that, but I suppose someone has to be the first/among the first. I don't really know how your writing prompt thing works so I'm just going to do this like a big dumb butt and ask if you'd consider writing a KankrixKurloz Caliginous fic. Or if you're not a big fan of writing Caliginous, a CronusxKankri Matespritship? Hahahah, I have no idea how to request things without being a derp.
The way he moves, the way he talks, the way he, he everything, it sends a hot, angry jolt up your nerves. So when he approaches you for what feels like the 20th time for the day you punch him in the face, smile still plastered to your unmoving lips.He stands there speechless for a few minutes, hand cupped around the injured cheek before his jaw drops open again to spill out long rivers, even oceans maybe, of words, drumming painfully in your eardrums. You sigh, or at least try to, with as much frustration as you're containing in the moment and then punch him again, this time clamping a hand around his mouth, scowling at him.
This earns you a scowl in return, how precious. You're pretty sure he's just about to go off about triggers once more until a knee painfully connects with your groin causing you to double over in pain while two warm fleshy things wrap around your waist and suddenly --- oh.
oh.
The lips pressed against yours aren't moving tenderly, or redly, the dynamic which fuels it is, far more black. You're not complaining. But it seems this, was unexpected to both you and the celibate, as he pulls away from the vicious lip bites from his side and, well whatever you can manage under those stitched lips of yours, while looking at you very flustered, getting up to brush himself off before bidding you a quick goodbye, scampering off immediately.This is something which you could easily get used to.