#pushmi

[cawfiendtrolls]

“THE ONL(Y) TH|||NG SHOCK|||NG AROUND HERE |||S US~”

(( Both characters belong to @woolytrolls! ))

[cawfiendtrolls]

(( Lu used to ship Pushmi with another one of their characters, but because I'm gross and I keep drawing him and Lycuss together they're starting to make a plotline where Pushmi breaks up with his ship, leaving an opening for Lycuss to be super desperate and gay and I dont appreciate that.

They're staring at me from across the table asking me how it happens. I cant take the pressure

But I ship it so hard ))

[cawfiendtrolls]

♖ : Having their hair washed by your muse (one of those nasty boys needs a fuckin bath)

He didn’t remember getting into the bathtub, or even getting back hive. He remembered the bar, and a fight, and then calling Pushmi to come and pick him up. Everything in between was a drunk blur, a fog that was finally broken by gentle hands running through his wet hair. Taken out of its usual tight bun, it was always longer than he remember, sticking to his jaw and shoulders in dark ribbons as the yellowblood ran soapy fingers over his scalp. 

“You have to take better care of yourself” was Pushmi’s only quiet comment from where he was seated on the edge of the tub as he worked to clean him up. The bath around him tinted blue as water ran over his face and streaked the dried blood from his cheek and nose. Lycuss put a hand out, giving the lowblood’s leg a firm squeeze just above the knee, a tipsy smile pulling at his mouth and glazed eyes looking him over coyly.

“You can get in if you want, babe~”