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[reedraws]

Malus Bael for @sinworn, who has so many amazing muses, Thank you for letting me draw this one!

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[legacysouls]

@sinworn asked: [ 7. ] sender wipes away the receiver’s falling tears with their thumb and whispers, “i’m here." // ii for ves

The entity's shoulders shake with each sob that wracks their body, hands trembling as they reach out and grasp the other's clothing. Another nightmare. Vessel seems to be having them more OFTEN than not, opting to stay awake a majority of the time nowadays. They didn't have to sleep, yet it still beckons them like a siren's song. An escape from the world into something that should be a comfort, but now only gave them a heavy sense of DREAD. That was Her realm, not theirs. Not anymore. Instead of sandy shores and deep, watery depths devoid of all light, they existed where the birds sang melodically and rays of sunlight filtered in through the canopies of pink and red blossomed branches above their heads.

It's II that comes to their side that night, quickly putting in the work to EASE their panicked breaths and cries of sorrow. Vessel missed Her. As much as they may insist that they were doing far better without Sleep, they still yearned for her voice and touch. A part of them felt as if it were missing now. How does someone begin to move on when they were quite literally a part of a whole being TOGETHER? It hurt, it hurt like thorns digging into tender flesh and claws tearing at their heart. At the very least...they had the other three. They had followed them here, pledged loyalties to them in their newfound godhood. Vessel would not walk alone, and for that they would always be grateful. " I know. You've always been there. " Vessel murmurs, swallowing the lump in their throat as they press their forehead against II's. " I didn't even mean to fall asleep this time, I was just looking at the fire. " The flames had danced in the fireplace, lulling a tired mind into a sense of safety that they should've never given into.

[perpetval]

@sinworn asked: " I hope we aren't interrupting but someone wanted to see you. " Brimstone murmured as she let herself into Perpetua's office, carrying little Meteor in her arms.

" Not at all. In fact, I was just about to go to lunch so I could see you two. " Perpetua looks up from her desk and grins BRIGHTLY at the kit bundled in the ghoul's arms, absolutely delighted to see their sweet little face after looking over dull paperwork for hours. Their kit was dressed in a comfortable onesie, which normally in the heat of summer weather would be a questionable choice, but Meteor's fire elemental side yearned for the extra added warmth. The antipope remembers all too well the first time they met Brimstone she would often comment on how much cooler in temperature it was topside than in the Pit, she could only imagine for kits it was much more DIFFICULT to regulate.

Reaching out after standing up from her chair, Perpetua takes Meteor into her arms and leans in to give the ghoul kit a little PECK on their forehead and a gentle boop to their nose with the tip of her finger. " There's my speciale piccola scintilla. Have you and Mama eaten anything yet this afternoon? " She asks while rubbing off the dark lipstick mark with her thumb, glancing at Brimstone for an actual answer. " Maybe we could grab a few things from the kitchen and go have a picnic. "

[ericense]

For @sinworn ! ;;

Eri’s experiences with the outside world were non-existent. While kids her age were supposed to love the park, have play-dates with their friends, or ride their bikes along the streets, she’d been tucked away, isolated from the world she’d always wondered about. New places were foreign to her, as were social expectations when it comes to entering said new places.

That becomes abundantly clear now, as she trails awkwardly behind the one she’d come to know as her saviour. Dabi, that was his name, opens a door and disappears inside. After a brief moment of hesitation she does the same.

Eri steps into the apartment quietly, carefully, her gaze flickering in all directions to take in what little furniture decorates the place. She doesn't get very far, though. Instead Eri finds herself stuck at the entrance, the sudden uncertainty overwhelming her and freezing her in place. She looks towards the one who’d lead her inside. Dabi stands before her, having moved further into the apartment without a care in the world. And why wouldn’t he? This was his home, Eri thinks, he knows what to do, where to go. She doesn’t.

“…” Unfortunately Eri doesn’t know how to voice her predicament so instead she remains quiet, hoping beyond anything that Dabi would offer some kind of guidance.

[la1cized]

@sinworn ( mountain ) said : "you do not know what you do to me."

                  IT'S  A  FEELING  SHE  DOESN'T  UNDERSTAND  and  one  that  she's  not  sure  how  to  explain .  it's  like  a  warmth  growing  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  that  blossoms  into  her  chest  in  a  way  she's  never  felt .  of  course  there  had  been  schoolyard  crushes  interacting  with  the  boys  she  had  minimal  contact  with .  crushes  that  hadn't  meant  anything  other  than  telling  her  that  she  was  capable  of  whatever  the  feeling  was .  not  that  she  had  wanted  it .  she  would  have  never  been  able  to  pursue  any  of  it .  but  this …  this  is  different .  this  is  all  consuming  and  settles  in  her  brain ,  LATCHING  ONTO  HER  HEART  and  refusing  to  let  go ,  refusing  to  settle  unless  she  was  near  him .  she  doesn't  understand .

she's  tried  her  best  to  avoid  the  much  larger  ghoul .  not  out  of  fear  or  intimidation ,  but  out  of  a  worry  that  something  was  wrong  with  her .  it  isn't  until  he  finds  her  alone  in  a  garden  that  she  gives  up  on  running  because  that  feeling  becomes  more  than  she  can  ignore .  an  ache  in  her  chest  that  grows  the  closer  he  moves  towards  her ,  something  in  her  that  screams  out  to  be  close  to  him ,  begs  to  even  brush  FINGERS  AGAINST  HIS .  and  yet  she  stays  on  her  bench ,  book  placed  beside  of  her  but  unconsciously  leaving  space  for  him  to  take  a  seat  beside  of  her .  she  doesn't  shift  away  when  he  takes  the  seat ,  can't  bring  herself  to  meet  his  gaze .  but  she  can't  help  the  way  her  body  turns  just  slightly  towards  him ,  knees  bumping  against  his .  and  it's  like  a  fire  ignites  inside  of  her .

it  isn't  until  he  speaks  that  she  turns  her  gaze  from  where  their  knees  meet  to  look  up  at  him ,  breath  catching  at  his  words  and  the  SENSATION  THAT  FILLS  HER  SOUL .  she's  silent  as  she  studies  him ,  eyes  taking  in  every  feature  and  inflection .  there's  no  malice  in  his  voice ,  nothing  that  would  make  her  think  that  she  had  done  anything  wrong .  insted  there's  something  that  laces  it  that  she's  never  heard  before .  the  ache  in  her  chest  fades ,  replaced  with  something  that  feels  more  like  butterflies  that  she's  only  ever  thought  were  in  fairytales  and  movies .  suddenly  she  hates  herself  from  running  from  this ,  for  convincing  herself  that  it  was  something  she  didn't  deserve  or  something  that  WASN'T  MEANT  FOR  HER .

so  she  chews  the  inside  of  her  cheek ,  careful  to  keep  fangs  from  poking  through  flesh ,  something  she's  managed  to  perfect  before  anything  else  ghoulish .  brows  pinch  and  her  tail  finds  its  way  to  her  hands  for  her  to  toy  with  the  fluff  at  the  tip ,  twirling  clawed  fingers  nervously  in  the  strands .  “ i …  don't  know  what  you  mean  by  that . ”  her  voice  is  soft ,  anxious .  she's  telling  the  truth .  this  has  never  been  anything  she's  experienced  and  she  doesn't  know  what  to  make  of  it .  “ all  i  know  is  MY  CHEST  DOESN'T  HURT  when  you're  close  to  me .  and  i  just  hope  that  whatever  it  is  doesn't  push  you  away … "

[phan7asma]

@sinworn ( brim ) said : " I put my love in you. "

                  COMING  BACK  TO  THE  ABBEY AFTER  A  TOUR  always  took  some  getting  used  to .  and  that  was  before  he  craved  alone  time  with  someone  that  mattered  to  him .  someone  that  had  become  his  whole  world .  sure ,  he  and  brim  had  shared  a  bunk …  but  there's  only  so  much  privacy  and  alone  time  you  could  have  when  someone  is  sleeping  directly  above  you  and  across  from  you .  every  conversation  had  been  whispered ,  every  kiss  careful  and  calculated  so  that  it  WOULDN'T  BE  INTERRUPTED .  and  holding  as  tight  as  possible  so  no  one  toppled  out  of  the  bunk  in  the  middle  of  the  night .  the  few  nights  they  were  holed  up  in  a  hotel  never  felt  like  long  enough .  but  being  back  in  the  abbey …  it  suddenly  felt  like  they  had  all  the  time  in  the  world  and  he  has  no  fucking  idea  what  to  do  with  it .

the  best  thing  probably  wasn't  disappearing  right  after  breakfast  without  telling  anyone  where  he  was  going ,  but  he  didn't  want  anyone ,  ESPECIALLY  BRIM ,  to  try  to  follow  him .  he  has  plans  that  she  can't  see .  not  yet .  surprises  have  never  been  his  specialty ,  so  he  knows  if  he  spends  too  long  with  her ,  he'll  cave  and  say  something .  but  he  wants  this  to  be  special .  he  wants  her  to  know  how  much  she  means  to  him ,  how  much  she's  tangled  shadows  with  fire  and  made  his  entire  being  light  up  in  ways  he  didn't  think  possible .  he  LOVED  HIS  SHADOWS ,  but  he  loved  them  more  when  she  was  tangled  in  them .  and  he  needed  her  to  know .  needed  her  to  understand .

so  he  had  cirrus  steal  her  away  for  the  day .  a  girl's  day  out  with  the  explanation  that  he  needed  to  do  something ,  but  wouldn't  say  what  or  where .  he'd  taken  the  time  to  escape  into  town ,  pull  together  something  special  so  that  by  the  time  he's  texted  cirrus  to  bring  his  girl  back ,  he  has  a  wine  and  dessert  spread  on  their  dining  table .  a  few  different  sweet  wines ,  chocolate  covered  strawberries ,  three  DIFFERENT  KINDS  OF  CHEESECAKE ,  a  gourmet  cookie  spread ,  and  cute  little  chocolate  truffles  that  each  tasted  like  a  different  liqueur .  had  he  gone  overboard ?  oh ,  absolutely .  and  he  knows  it .  but  he  can't  be  assed  to  give  a  damn .  he  wanted  to  surprise  her .  wanted  her  to  know  that  she  makes  him  want  to  go  overboard ,  that  she's  everything  he  thinks  of .

and  when  he  hears  the  door  open ,  he's  rushing  to  her ,  padded  feet  thumping  against  the  floor  and  a  tail  excitedly  whipping  behind  him  as  he  reaches  his  arms  out  to  her ,  grabs  her  and  spins  her  before  setting  her  down  and  capturing  her  face  in  his  hands  SO  THAT  HE  CAN  PRESS  A  LONG ,  loving  kiss  to  her  lips .  “ thank  you …  for  putting  your  trust  in  me .  i  know  that  wasn't  easy  for  you . ”  mismatched  eyes  meet  hers ,  the  lavender  one  bright  with  joy  as  the  words  slip  from  her  lips  / i  put  my  love  in  you / .  “ and  i  will  forever  thank  you  for  that .  until  the  stars  die  and  hell  freezes  over . ”  a  grin ,  tail  thumping  against  the  floor  as  he  scoops  her  into  his  arms ,  bridal  style .  “  i  have  something  for  you . ”  he  carries  her  into  the  dining  room  and  sets  her  back  on  her  feet .  “ i  wanted  you  to  have  A  LITTLE  BIT  OF  EVERYTHING …  you  deserve  that . ”

[divinesought]

@sinworn asked: ❝I put my love in you.❞ // ii

" And I'll hold it with me for as long as I still breathe. " Vessel murmurs in response as easily as if they had both rehearsed what they were going to say to each other beforehand. But they'd ALWAYS been like that hadn't they, even when they were still children? Perhaps not always in sync necessarily, but instead tied together with an invisible thread. Where Vessel went II would follow and so forth. Friendship turned to romance long ago as much as they tried to fight it at first, as much as Vessel's feelings had strayed to the ancient deity. At the end of the day it was the drummer's arms that they fell into. His embrace was like a piece of HEAVEN had fallen like snow to rest upon his shoulders, inviting them in for shelter and peace of mind from the stormy seas that have been raging in their mind for years.

Taking hold of one of II's calloused hands, Vessel shakily guides it to settle against their chest. The steady thumping of their heart could barely be felt underneath layers of FLESH and bone, but it was there nonetheless, always beating for the other half of their soul. " M'sorry I haven't been here for you like I should've been. You deserve better, II...you're so good, always doing everythin' for us to make sure we're safe and comfortable. " He deserves better than a lover like him, but those words are left UNSAID. Vessel knows it'll only upset II if they start down that road of self deprecating.

[muutos]

spicy gif m/f 4 e for ves & ii

IT IS FRUSTRATION ENTANGLED WITHIN THE THREADS of devotion, that now rides the line of a drummer's wrinkled brow. raw emotion in the other's blue eyes staring back at him, whilst exerting such emotion which exists like as if a desperate howl. insistent digits enveloping the bottom of exposed jaw. ( although, knowledge is long standing that their energies are bound in the throes of intensity ). both sharing that emergent passion - the ravenous desire to burrow beneath the surface of the skin, and exist internally as one entity. however, the tragedy remained in that none could entirely see that demand satisfied. even with the other seated so readily in his lap, engaged in union as close as most mortals could ever hope to achieve. at least upon the surface. and don't get him wrong.. guilt, for the way in which he's bound to another - and the way in which he had been once naught but a spectre haunting the other's existence, permeated like a festering rot in every facet of their present relationship. as much as the vessel attempted to keep it from the way in which large hands drag along the backs of strong thighs. sable palms painting ash in dark smears up and along the slight curves of the other's hips, where digits press in intentional influence. his knuckles protruding from distinct definition, whilst pad of his thumb rides the rear of prominent hip-bones. point from which he is able to feel the steady, if not constantly speeding recoil of posterior. the tautness of the other's muscles.. his form, overall.

insistency from the other lead him to this position. a duality in dynamic, which afforded him reprieve from typicality of shuddering servitude. where each touch was made reverent apology for mistakes that he was fated to make until he meets his end. untimely as he predicted it to become. inviting in that which he so darkly coveted, but arguably did not deserve. for relaxation, perhaps unexpected to those on the outside, settles his form 'pon the sofa below - knees spread in wide berth. nonchalance folded into the creases of his curved abdomen, exposed where cloak lies opened ( but still settled upon his shoulders ). but his regalia, entwined with the demarcation of remaining near fully clothed whilst the man above had all but bared himself entirely, undoubtedly framed the not-at-all imagined dynamic of power. existing even when priest feels so much as if he was void of such. on his knees, and trembling under the weight which he had naively shouldered so long ago. emotional chords tied within the complexities of his own vascular system, destined to cradle this heart in feeble, yet unyielding protection for the remainder of their eternity.

lax smile edges beneath the lattice encasing him, running 'neath the beak of his nose and shielding lines of his jaw. toothy, and showcasing his barely contained greed. that which vibrates just beneath the skin, where hairs stand straight upon their roots for 'pon this realm, it is easy to see oneself as the god in which he sang for - worshipped as the man upon the stage, and he whom was a tangible entity. and within their circle, tucked away and embroiled within the agony that none other but the quartet could truly grasp.. he was their god, wasn't he? fact that floated like particles, exhaled by accompaniment whenever they so much as breathed. he was the one ii truly worshipped, and it showed in that aforementioned desperation. thrown into act just barely commenced - easing nerves into stimulation, and affording repose.

there's an effervescence in vessel's nervous laughter, as brows lower softly unseen. one hand lifting to flutter the backs of his knuckles along the other's cheek, with a soft hum of pleasure escaping him. chord undoubtedly struck by a down-stroke. "why can't you relax, my love?" he slides pads of fingers in past the other's hair, pressing on the base of the skull to guide him closer. speaking against his lips, with a thumb caressing over cheek. mouth just barely enclosing teeth, while smile is not even able to be suppressed during tender kiss. "nobody else can take me away from you.. at least not now."

spicy gif prompts. @sinworn. ( 🌶️ )