#kindredkinless

[royalreef]

@kindredkinless​ || Continued from here

      All Miranda could be bothered to give was a weak flop of her tail, barely knocking against her own foot as she swished it only an inch or so to the side. There came a sluggishness with her fainting that she was very used to by now. Miri hadn’t meant to faint, as seldom anyone does, and she had almost missed the tailspin head rush that came with suddenly moving too fast, too fast for a body struggling to maintain itself at a snail’s pace, before she was sully hit with the startling, overwhelming exhaustion, claiming her body and soul. It was like falling asleep, with a fluttering moment before she fell, where all she could think of was nodding off and fading away.

       Her body complained as her awareness pulled itself back into her limbs. They felt like leaden weights, hard to move, hard to even understand how to move, with the disgusting haze that cloyed to her mind and felt her mostly just wishing to fall back asleep, that she was tired and worn out and just wanted to lurk in the sweet darkness where her body was forgotten.

        “Fainting spell?” Her words stuck between her teeth, vile as Miranda had to continually force her stomach to not empty itself, nausea and dizziness only feeding into each other, movement too much for her singular brain to process. All the confusion of having a hammer knocked into her head, and none of visceral horror nor threat to her life.

      At least she had been caught, she was pretty sure. She could feel something that she was pretty sure were his arms, and not the floor below, and she had absolutely no willpower to force into her limbs to allow Miri to stand up.  

[bricxbrac-a]

@kindredkinless​ \\ cont. from x

He was having a marvelous time. There was no doubt in his mind--everything was better with company. He wouldn’t have had half as much fun coming here alone. It was terribly amusing to watch Len play these games ad see the shock on the faces of everyone around--especially the ones running the stalls. Abel already held a plushie in his hand--the spoils of one such game. And it seemed that Len was preparing to play another. Abel watched with a grin...but then the attendant piped up.

Abel blinked and looked over at the girl in surprise. Was she...talking about them? His brows lifted at the assumption, and his cheeks suddenly warmed. Boyfriend? Oh...no. No, no, that was simply outrageous! He and...Len? They were simply...friends! Roommates! Neither of them were interested in something like that. Right...? Right!

But then Len’s response nearly made him fall over. He flushed brilliantly as the other spoke. He was confused at first...though he quickly realized what the man was doing. Or at least, he assumed that Len was just trying to tease him. It was very much in character for him, but Abel could only gape at him for a moment before quickly looking away. He...should play along, he thought. But he felt oddly...antsy. He let out a nervous chuckle and turned away. Why did he feel like this...?

[falselyimbruedinfear]

@kindredkinless || cont. 

       It was honestly just cute how easily the other listened to them, how little protesting they did in comparison to even the smallest of requests made by others. Haejin was fully aware of Len being susceptible to their touch, and they knew the tattoo artist found them to be attractive on some level -- after all, he’d been a complete and total mess over the slightest of flirting before. “You say that now, but wait until you can actually see again.” They hum and brush their fingers through Len’s hair to test see how many pins it would need.

       Pushing back the dragon’s bangs, the elf slides two bobby pins into place, making sure they held the dark locks off to the side rather than in the kid’s eyes. “There. Look how cute you are!” Laughing softly, they pull their hands back with a playful tap of their finger against Len’s lips, and they run their hand through their own hair. “I can actually see your face now. I bet you’re ten times more likely to find dates now, you know.”

[draconicmatriarch]

@kindredkinless

Kia braced her hand against the floor as she tucked her legs in to sit on the cushion. The edges of her eyes wrinkled as she steadied herself, choosing to sit on her knees instead. She cupped her tea in both hands and sipped, the steam rolling across her cheekbones.

“If you keep making as much noise as you have been lately, we may no longer have the issue of lacking an heir.” MIzuki pushed a bowl full of natto in Kia’s direction. Its pungent reek was overbearing. Mizuki swore by them that they would keep Kia’s body health for conception.

“It is too early in the morning for jokes, Mizuki. It does not matter how often the farmer tosses the seed if the fields are fallow. I am not going to try and force this issue. I have drank all your muddy herbal tea, forced down as much fermented soybeans as I could stomach, and have prayed and meditated on the subject. My time is over; my window is closed. We deal with the issue of the next queen when I am gray. I was never meant to be a mother. I am just content to being queen and Len’s mate.”

[royalreef]

@kindredkinless​ replied to your post:

Is there a devilfish bc there is an angelfish

[royalreef]

@kindredkinless​ || 𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔰, 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔦𝔫'𝔱 𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔞 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯

      Such a +BOLD statement from the dragon! Truly one that lesser beings, with lesser stats, would have trouble pulling off, and even moreso on Miranda - particularly since even pulling off a statement like that could be a risk in itself. She was a proud, cruel little creature, after all... To overstep it could mean Miranda taking it as an actual threat.

       But she also knew this game, and there was no hiding the sharp teeth behind this smile. Fins fanned, and her bioluminescence pulsed ever so slightly; all the hallmarks of predatory delight to the little abyssal fish.

      “I’ll gladly do more than merely kiss you with a fist, if you truly are brave enough to withstand a private torture session with a royal! Not many are, but if you are so cavalier as to want to be punched, then surely you wouldn’t mind?~”

[falselyimbruedinfear]

@kindredkinless || s.c.

Step 1: Thank God you’re on the floor tonight ( after a few dances right in front of someone, of course ) Step 2: Immediately talk to the embarrassed kid who keeps pretending he’s not half-staring.

       ------ “Hiya, stranger.”

       Haejin laughs softly as they slide onto the seating directly beside the fellow tattoo artist, curling their legs beneath them and resting one arm on the back of the couch to prop their head against closed fist. “Did you get curious or did you wander in because the gay bar on the other side closed?” A smirk plays at the corners of their lips. They weren’t sure if it was the lighting or the other was just red, but it was damn adorable either way. “Don’t tell me this is why you closed shop early today. I had a girl really disappointed she had to come to me for advice.”

[royalreef]

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  indecisofan replied to your post “(( Most cursed...

it gets even weirder when you have to explain to someone “no that’s not a dinosaur” but it’s not like a technicality thing, it was literally a proto-mammal and everyone thinks of it as a dinosaur

(( YEP, I know exactly what you mean tbh. People don’t give synapsids and therapsids enough credit, and so many people just FORGET the Permian ever happened. 

( But then again I’m also a therapsid fan with a fancy plush Inostrancevia alexandri literally directly to the left of me. )