#kymon

[neogabu99]

Redibuje una linea de un digimon que hice cuando era pequeña. mi primer FC de digimon jajajajaja

Su linea se llama: Kymon- Kykymon - Tyrmon - Oriomon - Metaloriomon - Omicropheumon

Speedpaint

[kyndredstudio]

That Zurik Girl mini-shoot at @afwchicago 2017 #afwchicago #afwchi #kyndredstudio #shomoluboy #kymon

[galactic-art-station]

Thanks for the likes and follow finalaspex! Also thank you ask-universe-pony and ask-kymon for following me as well!<3

[moniedoe28]

Love You Girl 😘💜💋👏😁#kymon @panda86487922 #summer #simone #kyla (at Bestie Kymon)

[moniedoe28]

#awesome #kymon #summer #kyla #simone @_monie28 @panda86487922 (at Bestie Kymon)

[absitivleyposolutely]

lol smut

STOP TREATING ME LIKE I'M SOME TWIZZLER PROSTITUTE

"Oh my god. You are literally the best person ever." Kylie has probably said this about Simon many, many times - but never before has she meant it like this. 

"Thought you'd say that." He says with a grin, tossing her the pack of twizzlers as he gets back in the car, having snuck into the gas station while she was filling up the tank to get her them. 

"No, like seriously, once I can stop this damn car I am going to KISS ALL OVER YOUR FACE." She said, drumming her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as she pulled out of the station and directly into the tourist driven traffic. He smirks slowly as if that's the response he had been hoping for, and she narrows her eyes, sacrificing one twizzler and throwing it over at him. "Hey, stop making me feel like a twizzler prostitute. I still got a whole assload of traffic to go through that could change my mind."

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Which of course, she doesn't. He knows that too. She tries to ignore his smug grin when she pulls into an abandoned section of the Walten dorm parking lot, but ends up just rolling her eyes and leaning over to kiss him. Pulling back quickly, she grins at his faltering expression.

"Asshole isn't a good look on you." 

"Tease isn't a good look, either."

"Tease? I resent that, I haven't done anything r-" And suddenly he's kissing her again, and she's tempted to pull back and reprimend him for cutting her off, but it's been three days since they fucked, and really, that's a record for them. Forgetting about defending herself against being called a tease, she crashes her lips back to his, shifting in her seat to face him. He reaches over, cupping her cheek with one hand as the kiss turns nearly rough, and suddenly she needs to get closerclosercloser. Scrambling to lift the arm rest up, she pulls her lips away slowly in order to slide over to his seat. Kylie adjusts herself so she's straddling his waist, kneeling on the seat with one leg on either side of him. 

They both take a moment to catch their breath again, lazy smirks already mirroring on both their expressions. It only takes a few moments before he gets tried of waiting and leans his head down, tucking her hair out of the way quickly and brushing his lips down the side of her neck. Tilting her head for him, she barely lets him get halfway down before she turns her head to catch his lips instead, sucking down on his bottom lip and letting out a small sound against them. 

He trails his hands down her sides, and she reacts immediately with a small shiver, before he grips her hips and tugs her closer against him. Giving a small nip to his lower lip, she pulls away and moves to kiss along his jaw, and his hands grab onto the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up slowly before she finally has to pull away to get it off. The rest is a haze of tugging and pulling, a few kisses pressed here and there slipped inbetween. 

Somewhere in the middle of the haze, she reaches over and pushes the button that makes the chair lean back, both of them adjusting to the change, Kylie manages a small smirk at him before he tugs her back down into another kiss, her lifting her hips up to tug at his boxers with slight impatience.

There's no haze anymore - everythings sharp and clear, and now there's no more barriers - lines usually drawn are crossed and forgotten, and both their lips falter againt each others. She lets her forehead fall against his shoulder for a moment, a raspy 'fuck' coming from her, while he groans out a muffled 'Ky'. 

Three days was definitely worth the fucking wait.

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She's perched on his knee and they're both trying to get dressed again. She pushes her hair out of her face and opens up the car door, getting out. If anyone had been around where they were parked, it would be obvious to them what had just taken place. Their clothes are rumpled, her hairs part is messed up and pieces of hair fall in every direction, and his hair is as messy as Ky's ever seen it (thanks to her habit of tugging on hair). He grins down at her once they're both out and brushes some of her hair back, kissing her forehead.

"Love you." He says quietly, not including the 'i', something that's become a common trait of their conversations. 

"Love you too." She says, voice low and tired slightly, her knees shaking slightly still, her body still not calmed down from it's high. Without needing to be asked too, he leans down a bit and she pulls her self up so she's on his back, legs and arms wrapped around him tightly. He carries her up to her dorm and by the time he gets there her head buried in the crook of his neck and her eyes are drooping closed. 

"So, I'm thinking I should buy twizzlers a lot more." He says, grinning as he sets her down on her bed. Even though she's tired, she narrows her eyes up at him.

"You better not be bullshiting me, I just got excited."

"Would I /ever/ dare to bullshit about twizzlers around you?"

[absitivleyposolutely]

i don't want to be the one, this time.

time goes by,

watch you fall, again.

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the phone rings out like a gunshot.

it's four am. it's four am and kylie lyons is pissed. this is the first time she's slept soundly in weeks and some asshole is calling at-

she picks up the phone from where it sits, plugged into it's charger, the back of it warm against her palm.

the number is unknown

and just like that, she knows.

she picks up the phone, but the voice echoes and bounces around in her mind too much for her to make out more than a few words.

identified. shot. dead.

dead. dead. dead. dead.

she drops the phone and it hits her cats tail, but she can't calm herself down enough to realize and-

shot. shot. shot. shot.

her legs tremble underneath her and she turns and runs out of her room.

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rewind, kylie. start again.

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she tries to go back - she's rusty and she should be practicing more.

she doesn't know how far she runs, she zig zags and loops in the darkness.

soon the sound of wind drowns out the sound of gunshots and her cheeks are windburned and raw.

gobackgobackgobackgoback.

she opens her eyes and she's chained to a wall, the smell of musty wood around her overtakes her and she clenched her eyes shut.

too far, kylie, fast forward.

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it takes her all night to get that moment down to the second -

she's weak and starving and she's not sure she'll have the strength to get back to the present.

but staying in the past seems like a better option.

she's sucked back into a place she never thought she'd willingly visit,

the sound of shitty music bouncing off the gym floor and the bitterness of jack's no-show rises in her throat.

that's when she knows she's got it right,

she hasn't felt anything for jack in months.

"gladly." 

she snaps her head up, and right now she doesn't know if she's altering things - can't remember what in this moment she did four years ago.

he takes her hand and she feels herself slipping away - 

she tries to hold on, but the image around her is shattering, the shards piercing her skin.

she wakes up gasping and sputtering on her dorm floor, with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

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sometimes it gets too hard to handle,

sometimes she forces herself back into the present just to collect herself again - 

old kylie didn't cry, old kylie couldn't do that.

couldn't mess up everyone else's future. 

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the moments are hard to hold onto - but they're something. 

it's like skipping stones when she goes back, you never know what part the rocks going to hit.

sometimes she flashes into an argument for just a second, his voice raising pounds in her head for days - 

others it's in the middle of a kiss, those last even shorter.

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she knows she stood stop, but her legs yearn to run, and she can't deny them that.

she can't stop anymore, truthfully, she just starts running and she'll start to get wind burned and slow down only to realize she's in another moment, in another time.

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finally, one moment lasts longer than the others,

"it's going to be okay."

his arm is around her and she figures she has just a few more moments before she's yanked out of it.

she curls up to his side, knows this moment, knows she could change things - she just has to say one little word, something to convince him to not go, don't godon'tgodon'tgodon'tgo..

instead, she curls up to his side, hides her face against him as she shuts her eyes. 

she can't change things - she knows that. 

he was never meant to be hers forever, anyway. 

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she doesn't know how much time she was given, how long she got to lay next to him.

but in the present she wakes up and smiles for the first time.

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she gets better at it, holding onto the moments.

she hasn't talked to connor and keira in months - but in the past she has everyday. 

she manages to play out the last few months she has with him, over and over, and over.

little things change.

sometimes connor stays, sometime he leaves.

sometimes vira's suicide is never recorded - sometimes it never even happens at all.

sometimes keira has a boy, but most of the time it's a girl. 

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"stay irritating, kingstein."

"yeah. you too."

it's painful to turn away.

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she doesn't know what 'present' is anymore.

when she tries to go back, she ends up on the night she got the phone call.

too painful to stay in, 

soon the ability to hang on leaves her as well.

she's constantly being thrown back and forth between memories,

some she barely would have remembered had she left things the way she was.

all that's ever constant is his voice, his face.

things she knows will never be enough.

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this is her normal now,

being thrown from holding his hand to a day where they're fighting and she's miserable in her dorm.

the endless tug and pull is tiring,

she can feel herself fading.

she can't help but grow to hate herself,

when your only life is in the past, lost time is everything.

and she'd wasted so much of it.

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rewind, rewind, rewind.