#kate densen

[insidious-journalist]

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@wanderingsongbird

<3

[burgerkingquentin]

god you KNOW Kate’s strap is big. You fucking know it. You know she’s fucked twelve women and have gotten texts from them asking for round 2. Kate’s a fucking legend.

[squishyslasher]

Had a nice match farming with miss Piggy! Thanks Piggy <3

[askthedreamwalker]

Kate in 3 D + 1 C please, if you don't feel up to it please disregard!

Just decided to draw these two together since I got multiple asks

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Commissions

[insidious-journalist]

Water - to offer my muse a glass of water

The doe masked Kate had spent quite a bit of time dancing in the ballroom, both by herself and with others. Soon enough she found herself at the refreshment table, seeking out some water. She glanced out of the corner of her mask and spotted the bird mask first. The scar looked a but familiar, but she didn't say anything.

"Water for the tall drink of water?" She teased, holding out a glass to him.

@wanderingsongbird

It was hard to find respite from other people in a ballroom surrounded by, of course, other people. As much as he liked attention for his ego it was a bit overwhelming when all eyes were on him, even if briefly just to acknowledge his presence. It was getting under his skin and he was about to head elsewhere when someone approached him, offering some water and a cheesy bit of flirting. It distracted the man from his own thoughts and earned a chuckle as he took it in his left hand, opting to ignore the right.

"Cute, thank you. You saved me about a minute to go over and get it myself, so I'm forever grateful."

A sip to calm his nerves as he took in the other's appearance, thinking her voice to be familiar. He'd probably figure it out soon, and decided not to pry about it off the bat. The masks were meant for mystery, after all. "Have you been here long? I just arrived and I'm struggling to decide what to do, exactly... Care to help me out?" Anything to slip into normalcy here, and not just be the man out of place.

[insidious-journalist]

🧵 "my, my, my, what have we here?" @breathless-songbird

Now this was a treat. As Kate entered a room she was somewhat familiar with, it being the same room the Ghostface was blindfolded in prior, she was treated to a sight not seen by most. The man himself bound by pretty red rope, on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. No chair this time, either. Just rope which was woven in intricate patterns mimicking her work with shibari. His head hung low, clearly embarrassed by being in such a position. At least he'd gotten a bit of a practice course with Kate in their last proper meeting.

Danny was wearing a dark black shirt that exposed his arms and gray sweatpants, the rope contrasting nicely with the monochrome colors. Or lack thereof, really. The mask still covered his face, thankfully, but without the hoodie the usual shroud could no longer hide most of his features. It couldn't manifest without cover. His dark brown hair fell over his chest, undone and free as he glanced up to acknowledge the presence. Of course it was Kate. He had to be tied up like this for a reason.

Face burning red, he opted to not look her in the eye, tilting his head elsewhere and swallowing thickly. "... Figured it would be you, Mrs Densen."

[insidious-journalist]

ಠ_ಠ @wanderingsongbird xD I'm curious

[Danny has to admit that although their first shibari session was meant to be professional, just for the experience and nothing more... His flustered nature wasn't just out of embarrassment. Not to mention her brief interaction with him while he was blindfolded, it's safe to say he's got a lot on his mind.]

[insidious-journalist]

"Time to bury you under a bunch of blankets and give you some good, hot soup. ♥ Hope ya feel better ~KD"

The package did contain several blankets, and an actual thermos of hot soup. The note attached to to the soup promised it was not from Bubba.

[in all seriousness though, hope ya feel better! @wanderingsongbird]

Another package. Danny doesn't even bother getting out of the blanket as he shuffles his way to the door, suppressing another round of coughs when he picks up the thermos and note. Kate this time. More blankets and soup. He gathers them up and closes the door, moving back over to the cux which is quickly becoming his little sickness safe haven for now.

The man takes a sip and smiles a little, setting it aside and pulling more blankets around himself cocoon style. His cat pops in, chirping at the odd display and jumping up to check it out. Danny gently scratches his chin and relaxes, grabbing the remote and resuming the movie. Cozy time.