No one touch the hair.

Zeke from Biohazard division, at your service! If you touch my hair, there'll be a nuclear reaction. I'm warning you. Just kidding. Current M!As: none [[ defenestratin @ dA/tumblr kaito.sousuke @Skype]]

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

logs onto hzds account after forever

whispers

pacific rim au

slinks away ]]

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

The asks from before! Sorry for the scribbles UvU;;

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

Zel followed him compliantly, still a little slow but trying to keep up as much as he could. When Zeke smiled, he instinctively relaxed, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes making Zel frown, standing there expectantly.

“Um— s’nah gon’ be anythin’ good, is it?” He tried to keep his voice the impassive neutral it usually was, but he was terrified. He couldn’t really think of anything this could be about. And be so serious. Unless it—- had to do about what had been worrying him for a while. But that couldn’t be it. He made so sure to make sure Zeke wouldn’t be able to tell and they could just continue the way they were.

"Depends on you," Zeke said, keeping his voice level. He reached behind Zel and closed the door, letting go of his friend's hand. The only source of light in the room was the window. In his mind though, they were shrouded in darkness, a silence that he was having difficulty breaking. Were they really going to talk about this and risk their friendship, or just brush it off like it was nothing, though after this their meetings may turn out to be more than a little awkward? Such a tough decision.

It had already been a year since they got to know each other, surely Zel would understand if he wasn't into the same thing, right? Maybe he'll still be his friend and look over the fact that he liked him. Zeke could contain himself, he didn't mind not getting into a relationship with his best friend.

"I know this is going to be really weird, and kind of out of the blue since we never talk about it, but-" The Biohazard member paused and bit his lip before continuing, "You're not- you're not going out with anyone right now, right?"

[zelmyr-leidal]

It’s called truth or dare

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

If Zeke was never scared of Zel, he sure was now.

It was last night that the strong urge to make out with someone he possibly liked wore off- two hours, surprisingly, and nothing else happened. He couldn’t remember what else he was doing, but he must have been a real idiot going around the halls last night looking for a specific someone. Hopefully no one thought any less of him after the night’s events. And hopefully, nothing else would happen.

When he got up this morning to work at his desk again, he did the usual, geled his hair up in its everyday fashion (while thinking to himself he might need another trim sometime soon), put on his clothes and everything.

He was just fixing his jacket as he walked to his door when it burst open before he had a chance to turn the knob himself, and found himself before the last person he suspected.

“Oh, uh, hey, Zel-”

He wasn’t even able to finish his awkward greeting when the other had started getting closer and making Zeke back up. This was not the Zel he knew. He felt the edge of his bed behind his knees and he lost his balance quickly, and he fell backward, only catching himself with his arms behind him.

“Whoa, man, what’s up with you today?” Awkwardly laughing and attempting to push the other back in a not-forceful manner. He retracted his hands after touching bare skin. Oh, for god’s sake-

The question was posed to him: truth or dare. For some odd reason, he felt the need to just comply. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied,

“Er, truth? Nothing too invasive, though, okay?”

[zelmyr-leidal]

Mirror Zel’s ever present grin widened as he leaned in closer to his victim, deft fingers pushing back Zeke’s blazer slowly to match the pace of his words. The ‘real’ one was still trying to find them, getting caught in his memories for the time being while he was free to do whatever he wanted. Granted that they weren’t interrupted. He slid his hands down the now bare arms of the blue-eyed male underneath him and let his eyes rake over the exposed skin. “Too invasive? Ah dun’ remember agreein’ to tha’, bu’ sure, les’ start off real easy, hmm?”

He just had to stall and push things until his other self came and he could leave them to their own devices. It was painful seeing this tentative dance of idiocy. It was actually as if everyone but they could see how they needed a huge kick in the arse to see the truth. Which was usually how it worked, but didn’t make it any less frustrating.

“Now, let’s see. Truthfully… do you like someone?” He knew the answer. Everyone knew the answer. But it wasn’t invasive. Too invasive. The questions were just going to get worse anyways. He just hoped that Zeke would get so ruffled that he asked for a dare. And then. Well. He had plans.

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

“Well, that’s-“

Zeke sort of shivered from the other’s touch (those were just his arms, gosh). The question was easy to answer, but it was difficult to admit. But rules were rules, and he had to say it out loud.

“Yes, I suppose,” he muttered, after another few moments of thought. He refused, however, to sound like some kind of virgin (well, he is, but still) who collapsed easily under pressure.

That was difficult, however, with the surprisingly warm hands that traveled down his arms. Once they reached his wrists, he went ahead and twisted his hands around the loose grip to hold onto the other’s wrists.

“So, is it my turn to ask, or do I have to pick truth again?” he challenged.

[zelmyr-leidal]

His grin faded into a smug smirk, pleased to see that Zeke was going to play along with him. At the movement, his eyes flickered down and then back up to his face before beginning to tap out a thoughtful rhythm on the other’s wrists. Zel sat back at the question with a throaty chuckle, slinging his other leg to rest on the bed so that he was settled comfortably in Zeke’s lap and then ground down hard, hands still clasped lightly in his victim’s grasp. He pressed himself closer to the warm body under him, weight forcing them both down so that they flopped back on the blanket, Zel propping himself up above him so that he didn’t completely smother him with his weight.

He kept up small rotations of his hips, grin fixed permanently on his face, “Ask away, darlin’. We have a time limit aftah all, yeh?”

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

Saying that Zeke was rather stunned and surprised by his friend’s actions was an understatement, but if he thought about them further he would make himself even more flustered than he already was. He had a sharp intake of breath and found his back flat against the bed that he had just fixed. His grip on Zel’s wrists loosened quite a bit as he felt his face heat up, and he tried to look at anything else other that the male on top of him.

That has got to be the first time Zel had referred to him as “darling” and it did nothing to calm him down. Then again, who would be calm in a situation where your friend had suddenly started making advances while pinning you down? And, what time limit? His mind was foggy and he concentrated instead on asking something hopefully substantial.

“Geez, ah- What’s gotten into you, man?” he asked. It may be a redundant question but he was genuinely curious and concerned.

[zelmyr-leidal]

His movements stilled, smile widening as he purred, head dropping so that he could nose around Zeke’s neck, tongue occasionally darting out to take a quick taste. Out of all the questions he could have asked, it was that. Forever thinking of his counterpart, how sweet.

He murmured against his neck, “Nuthins gotten into me, buh’ ah might nah’ be tha’ one ya really think ah ahm. Somethin’ abou’ mirrors. An’ me bein’ evil and a sex kitten? D’ya kno’ wha’ tha’ is?” With that, he bit down on Zeke’s neck, laving at it afterwards to soothe the sting and then pulling back with a smug look, “Dun’ answer tha’. Buh’ dun’ think tha’ yer precious Zel is differen’ than me. He’s jus’ good at denyin’ me.”

Blinking at the strange feeling, he looked down at himself, flickering in and out of existence to match with the footsteps echoing through the hallway. His smirk widened as he looked down at Zeke, leaning down to leave a surprisingly gentle kiss on the side of his mouth before drawing back. “Thas’ i’ fer me, ah suppose. Nice ta make ur acquaintance an’… truth r’ dare?”

When Zel hurried to make his way down the hallway, he had to catch himself before doubling over, eyes blinking rapidly at a rush of— something. He rubbed at his eyes, finally feeling — strangely complete but pushed on, needing to see Zeke. But when he turned into the doorway, he blinked, taking a step backward at the sight. “Uh—- er’————- y—ya ‘kay…Zeke…?” He looked kind of…………busy. “Ah cud’— come back latuh’—- “ 

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

“What…?” Oh, now THAT was enough to make Zeke try and push his ‘friend’ away a bit more. Just the fact that he mentioned he might not be Zel was enough to cause him to do so. But the weight was still an issue and he wasn’t getting out of it any time soon.

The bite on his neck didn’t hurt too much (again, he’s felt worse) but what bothered him was that it was intimate, and he knew Zel wouldn’t do this. Never his Zel. For god’s sake, why’d he even agree to this? Because he knew that somewhere deep inside of him, he liked his friend in that way, and he’s been denying it all this time.

But he was always too scared of what Zel would think, and the other would probably push him away and distance himself even more. He didn’t want that. He just wanted things to be normal between them, no conflict of any sort that would break their friendship, especially one that’s lasted for so long now.

He was brought out of his thoughts when the ‘evil Zel’ started flickering in and out of reality and he could feel the weight being lifted off of him. What was left of the mirage was a small kiss that lingered on the corner of his mouth.

And then the real Zel had to decide at that moment to step into his room, and Zeke, red-faced, put on his jacket quickly and got up meet his friend, crush, whatever, who was about to flee the scene.

“Hey! Zel- N-No, I’m fine, I was just- Never mind what that was a couple of seconds ago, that…” He tried to say something coherent but mumbled quick words instead. He paused, and breathed. Then, “Okay, we need to talk.”

[zelmyr-leidal]

Zel nodded hesitantly and then froze. Was— there something bad that had happened? He stepped forward, hand reaching out and eyes already checking him for wounds, “Uh— a—alrigh’?? Are— are ya’ ‘kay? Didja git hurt r’sumthin’—??” He paused though, realizing how serious Zeke looked and almost shrunk back. What could be so wrong? Had he done something wrong— did it have to do with that funny feeling in the hallway? He really, really prayed not. What if he had done something awful to his best —friend?

He didn’t think he could bear that.

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

"Hurt? What- No! No, I'm fine," Zeke replied, letting out a long sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, for once not caring if he messed it up. That Zel earlier already did. He'll just fix it again, like nothing happened. "I'm fine, yeah..."

He saw the look in his friend's eyes and he could feel panic already rising to his throat and starting to block his airways. No, no, no, fix it, Zeke, goddamn- You want to lose the only friend you could truly relate to?

"Anyway, er, you..." he looked from beyond the open door and gently grasped the other's wrist in his hand, slowly tugging him inside. With his free hand he rubbed the back of his neck and gave a somewhat forced sheepish smile to hide his sudden nervousness. "Best if we talk about it in here, I think. C'mon."

[zelmyr-leidal]

It’s called truth or dare

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

If Zeke was never scared of Zel, he sure was now.

It was last night that the strong urge to make out with someone he possibly liked wore off- two hours, surprisingly, and nothing else happened. He couldn’t remember what else he was doing, but he must have been a real idiot going around the halls last night looking for a specific someone. Hopefully no one thought any less of him after the night’s events. And hopefully, nothing else would happen.

When he got up this morning to work at his desk again, he did the usual, geled his hair up in its everyday fashion (while thinking to himself he might need another trim sometime soon), put on his clothes and everything.

He was just fixing his jacket as he walked to his door when it burst open before he had a chance to turn the knob himself, and found himself before the last person he suspected.

“Oh, uh, hey, Zel-”

He wasn’t even able to finish his awkward greeting when the other had started getting closer and making Zeke back up. This was not the Zel he knew. He felt the edge of his bed behind his knees and he lost his balance quickly, and he fell backward, only catching himself with his arms behind him.

“Whoa, man, what’s up with you today?” Awkwardly laughing and attempting to push the other back in a not-forceful manner. He retracted his hands after touching bare skin. Oh, for god’s sake-

The question was posed to him: truth or dare. For some odd reason, he felt the need to just comply. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied,

“Er, truth? Nothing too invasive, though, okay?”

[zelmyr-leidal]

Mirror Zel’s ever present grin widened as he leaned in closer to his victim, deft fingers pushing back Zeke’s blazer slowly to match the pace of his words. The ‘real’ one was still trying to find them, getting caught in his memories for the time being while he was free to do whatever he wanted. Granted that they weren’t interrupted. He slid his hands down the now bare arms of the blue-eyed male underneath him and let his eyes rake over the exposed skin. “Too invasive? Ah dun’ remember agreein’ to tha’, bu’ sure, les’ start off real easy, hmm?”

He just had to stall and push things until his other self came and he could leave them to their own devices. It was painful seeing this tentative dance of idiocy. It was actually as if everyone but they could see how they needed a huge kick in the arse to see the truth. Which was usually how it worked, but didn’t make it any less frustrating.

“Now, let’s see. Truthfully… do you like someone?” He knew the answer. Everyone knew the answer. But it wasn’t invasive. Too invasive. The questions were just going to get worse anyways. He just hoped that Zeke would get so ruffled that he asked for a dare. And then. Well. He had plans.

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

“Well, that’s-“

Zeke sort of shivered from the other’s touch (those were just his arms, gosh). The question was easy to answer, but it was difficult to admit. But rules were rules, and he had to say it out loud.

“Yes, I suppose,” he muttered, after another few moments of thought. He refused, however, to sound like some kind of virgin (well, he is, but still) who collapsed easily under pressure.

That was difficult, however, with the surprisingly warm hands that traveled down his arms. Once they reached his wrists, he went ahead and twisted his hands around the loose grip to hold onto the other’s wrists.

“So, is it my turn to ask, or do I have to pick truth again?” he challenged.

[zelmyr-leidal]

His grin faded into a smug smirk, pleased to see that Zeke was going to play along with him. At the movement, his eyes flickered down and then back up to his face before beginning to tap out a thoughtful rhythm on the other’s wrists. Zel sat back at the question with a throaty chuckle, slinging his other leg to rest on the bed so that he was settled comfortably in Zeke’s lap and then ground down hard, hands still clasped lightly in his victim’s grasp. He pressed himself closer to the warm body under him, weight forcing them both down so that they flopped back on the blanket, Zel propping himself up above him so that he didn’t completely smother him with his weight.

He kept up small rotations of his hips, grin fixed permanently on his face, “Ask away, darlin’. We have a time limit aftah all, yeh?”

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

Saying that Zeke was rather stunned and surprised by his friend’s actions was an understatement, but if he thought about them further he would make himself even more flustered than he already was. He had a sharp intake of breath and found his back flat against the bed that he had just fixed. His grip on Zel’s wrists loosened quite a bit as he felt his face heat up, and he tried to look at anything else other that the male on top of him.

That has got to be the first time Zel had referred to him as “darling” and it did nothing to calm him down. Then again, who would be calm in a situation where your friend had suddenly started making advances while pinning you down? And, what time limit? His mind was foggy and he concentrated instead on asking something hopefully substantial.

“Geez, ah- What’s gotten into you, man?” he asked. It may be a redundant question but he was genuinely curious and concerned.

[zelmyr-leidal]

His movements stilled, smile widening as he purred, head dropping so that he could nose around Zeke’s neck, tongue occasionally darting out to take a quick taste. Out of all the questions he could have asked, it was that. Forever thinking of his counterpart, how sweet.

He murmured against his neck, “Nuthins gotten into me, buh’ ah might nah’ be tha’ one ya really think ah ahm. Somethin’ abou’ mirrors. An’ me bein’ evil and a sex kitten? D’ya kno’ wha’ tha’ is?” With that, he bit down on Zeke’s neck, laving at it afterwards to soothe the sting and then pulling back with a smug look, “Dun’ answer tha’. Buh’ dun’ think tha’ yer precious Zel is differen’ than me. He’s jus’ good at denyin’ me.”

Blinking at the strange feeling, he looked down at himself, flickering in and out of existence to match with the footsteps echoing through the hallway. His smirk widened as he looked down at Zeke, leaning down to leave a surprisingly gentle kiss on the side of his mouth before drawing back. “Thas’ i’ fer me, ah suppose. Nice ta make ur acquaintance an’… truth r’ dare?”

When Zel hurried to make his way down the hallway, he had to catch himself before doubling over, eyes blinking rapidly at a rush of— something. He rubbed at his eyes, finally feeling — strangely complete but pushed on, needing to see Zeke. But when he turned into the doorway, he blinked, taking a step backward at the sight. “Uh—- er’————- y—ya ‘kay…Zeke…?” He looked kind of…………busy. “Ah cud’— come back latuh’—- “ 

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

"What...?" Oh, now THAT was enough to make Zeke try and push his 'friend' away a bit more. Just the fact that he mentioned he might not be Zel was enough to cause him to do so. But the weight was still an issue and he wasn't getting out of it any time soon.

The bite on his neck didn't hurt too much (again, he's felt worse) but what bothered him was that it was intimate, and he knew Zel wouldn't do this. Never his Zel. For god's sake, why'd he even agree to this? Because he knew that somewhere deep inside of him, he liked his friend in that way, and he's been denying it all this time.

But he was always too scared of what Zel would think, and the other would probably push him away and distance himself even more. He didn't want that. He just wanted things to be normal between them, no conflict of any sort that would break their friendship, especially one that's lasted for so long now.

He was brought out of his thoughts when the 'evil Zel' started flickering in and out of reality and he could feel the weight being lifted off of him. What was left of the mirage was a small kiss that lingered on the corner of his mouth.

And then the real Zel had to decide at that moment to step into his room, and Zeke, red-faced, put on his jacket quickly and got up meet his friend, crush, whatever, who was about to flee the scene.

"Hey! Zel- N-No, I'm fine, I was just- Never mind what that was a couple of seconds ago, that..." He tried to say something coherent but mumbled quick words instead. He paused, and breathed. Then, "Okay, we need to talk."

[rio-happitree-deactivated201503]

AHHHHH These Chibis are sooo old sobbb  Around April, I asked you guys if I could barrow your bbys to try out a new chibi style….I colored a couple, but honestly…Idk if I have time to do all them sobbb Im sorry for the butchering and for them not being colored ;w; Sob sorry….I just want to post them, in case I never get to color them ;7;

[zelmyr-leidal]

It’s called truth or dare

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

If Zeke was never scared of Zel, he sure was now.

It was last night that the strong urge to make out with someone he possibly liked wore off- two hours, surprisingly, and nothing else happened. He couldn’t remember what else he was doing, but he must have been a real idiot going around the halls last night looking for a specific someone. Hopefully no one thought any less of him after the night’s events. And hopefully, nothing else would happen.

When he got up this morning to work at his desk again, he did the usual, geled his hair up in its everyday fashion (while thinking to himself he might need another trim sometime soon), put on his clothes and everything.

He was just fixing his jacket as he walked to his door when it burst open before he had a chance to turn the knob himself, and found himself before the last person he suspected.

“Oh, uh, hey, Zel-”

He wasn’t even able to finish his awkward greeting when the other had started getting closer and making Zeke back up. This was not the Zel he knew. He felt the edge of his bed behind his knees and he lost his balance quickly, and he fell backward, only catching himself with his arms behind him.

“Whoa, man, what’s up with you today?” Awkwardly laughing and attempting to push the other back in a not-forceful manner. He retracted his hands after touching bare skin. Oh, for god’s sake-

The question was posed to him: truth or dare. For some odd reason, he felt the need to just comply. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied,

“Er, truth? Nothing too invasive, though, okay?”

[zelmyr-leidal]

Mirror Zel’s ever present grin widened as he leaned in closer to his victim, deft fingers pushing back Zeke’s blazer slowly to match the pace of his words. The ‘real’ one was still trying to find them, getting caught in his memories for the time being while he was free to do whatever he wanted. Granted that they weren’t interrupted. He slid his hands down the now bare arms of the blue-eyed male underneath him and let his eyes rake over the exposed skin. “Too invasive? Ah dun’ remember agreein’ to tha’, bu’ sure, les’ start off real easy, hmm?”

He just had to stall and push things until his other self came and he could leave them to their own devices. It was painful seeing this tentative dance of idiocy. It was actually as if everyone but they could see how they needed a huge kick in the arse to see the truth. Which was usually how it worked, but didn’t make it any less frustrating.

“Now, let’s see. Truthfully… do you like someone?” He knew the answer. Everyone knew the answer. But it wasn’t invasive. Too invasive. The questions were just going to get worse anyways. He just hoped that Zeke would get so ruffled that he asked for a dare. And then. Well. He had plans.

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

“Well, that’s-“

Zeke sort of shivered from the other’s touch (those were just his arms, gosh). The question was easy to answer, but it was difficult to admit. But rules were rules, and he had to say it out loud.

“Yes, I suppose,” he muttered, after another few moments of thought. He refused, however, to sound like some kind of virgin (well, he is, but still) who collapsed easily under pressure.

That was difficult, however, with the surprisingly warm hands that traveled down his arms. Once they reached his wrists, he went ahead and twisted his hands around the loose grip to hold onto the other’s wrists.

“So, is it my turn to ask, or do I have to pick truth again?” he challenged.

[zelmyr-leidal]

His grin faded into a smug smirk, pleased to see that Zeke was going to play along with him. At the movement, his eyes flickered down and then back up to his face before beginning to tap out a thoughtful rhythm on the other’s wrists. Zel sat back at the question with a throaty chuckle, slinging his other leg to rest on the bed so that he was settled comfortably in Zeke’s lap and then ground down hard, hands still clasped lightly in his victim’s grasp. He pressed himself closer to the warm body under him, weight forcing them both down so that they flopped back on the blanket, Zel propping himself up above him so that he didn’t completely smother him with his weight.

He kept up small rotations of his hips, grin fixed permanently on his face, “Ask away, darlin’. We have a time limit aftah all, yeh?”

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

Saying that Zeke was rather stunned and surprised by his friend's actions was an understatement, but if he thought about them further he would make himself even more flustered than he already was. He had a sharp intake of breath and found his back flat against the bed that he had just fixed. His grip on Zel's wrists loosened quite a bit as he felt his face heat up, and he tried to look at anything else other that the male on top of him.

That has got to be the first time Zel had referred to him as "darling" and it did nothing to calm him down. Then again, who would be calm in a situation where your friend had suddenly started making advances while pinning you down? And, what time limit? His mind was foggy and he concentrated instead on asking something hopefully substantial.

"Geez, ah- What's gotten into you, man?" he asked. It may be a redundant question but he was genuinely curious and concerned.

[mikness]

[zelmyr-leidal]

It’s called truth or dare

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

If Zeke was never scared of Zel, he sure was now.

It was last night that the strong urge to make out with someone he possibly liked wore off- two hours, surprisingly, and nothing else happened. He couldn’t remember what else he was doing, but he must have been a real idiot going around the halls last night looking for a specific someone. Hopefully no one thought any less of him after the night’s events. And hopefully, nothing else would happen.

When he got up this morning to work at his desk again, he did the usual, geled his hair up in its everyday fashion (while thinking to himself he might need another trim sometime soon), put on his clothes and everything.

He was just fixing his jacket as he walked to his door when it burst open before he had a chance to turn the knob himself, and found himself before the last person he suspected.

“Oh, uh, hey, Zel-”

He wasn’t even able to finish his awkward greeting when the other had started getting closer and making Zeke back up. This was not the Zel he knew. He felt the edge of his bed behind his knees and he lost his balance quickly, and he fell backward, only catching himself with his arms behind him.

“Whoa, man, what’s up with you today?” Awkwardly laughing and attempting to push the other back in a not-forceful manner. He retracted his hands after touching bare skin. Oh, for god’s sake-

The question was posed to him: truth or dare. For some odd reason, he felt the need to just comply. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied,

“Er, truth? Nothing too invasive, though, okay?”

[zelmyr-leidal]

Mirror Zel’s ever present grin widened as he leaned in closer to his victim, deft fingers pushing back Zeke’s blazer slowly to match the pace of his words. The ‘real’ one was still trying to find them, getting caught in his memories for the time being while he was free to do whatever he wanted. Granted that they weren’t interrupted. He slid his hands down the now bare arms of the blue-eyed male underneath him and let his eyes rake over the exposed skin. “Too invasive? Ah dun’ remember agreein’ to tha’, bu’ sure, les’ start off real easy, hmm?”

He just had to stall and push things until his other self came and he could leave them to their own devices. It was painful seeing this tentative dance of idiocy. It was actually as if everyone but they could see how they needed a huge kick in the arse to see the truth. Which was usually how it worked, but didn’t make it any less frustrating.

“Now, let’s see. Truthfully… do you like someone?” He knew the answer. Everyone knew the answer. But it wasn’t invasive. Too invasive. The questions were just going to get worse anyways. He just hoped that Zeke would get so ruffled that he asked for a dare. And then. Well. He had plans.

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

"Well, that's-"

Zeke sort of shivered from the other's touch (those were just his arms, gosh). The question was easy to answer, but it was difficult to admit. But rules were rules, and he had to say it out loud.

"Yes, I suppose," he muttered, after another few moments of thought. He refused, however, to sound like some kind of virgin (well, he is, but still) who collapsed easily under pressure.

That was difficult, however, with the surprisingly warm hands that traveled down his arms. Once they reached his wrists, he went ahead and twisted his hands around the loose grip to hold onto the other's wrists.

"So, is it my turn to ask, or do I have to pick truth again?" he challenged.

[zelmyr-leidal]

It’s called truth or dare

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

If Zeke was never scared of Zel, he sure was now.

It was last night that the strong urge to make out with someone he possibly liked wore off- two hours, surprisingly, and nothing else happened. He couldn't remember what else he was doing, but he must have been a real idiot going around the halls last night looking for a specific someone. Hopefully no one thought any less of him after the night's events. And hopefully, nothing else would happen.

When he got up this morning to work at his desk again, he did the usual, geled his hair up in its everyday fashion (while thinking to himself he might need another trim sometime soon), put on his clothes and everything.

He was just fixing his jacket as he walked to his door when it burst open before he had a chance to turn the knob himself, and found himself before the last person he suspected.

"Oh, uh, hey, Zel-"

He wasn't even able to finish his awkward greeting when the other had started getting closer and making Zeke back up. This was not the Zel he knew. He felt the edge of his bed behind his knees and he lost his balance quickly, and he fell backward, only catching himself with his arms behind him.

"Whoa, man, what's up with you today?" Awkwardly laughing and attempting to push the other back in a not-forceful manner. He retracted his hands after touching bare skin. Oh, for god's sake-

The question was posed to him: truth or dare. For some odd reason, he felt the need to just comply. He swallowed the lump in his throat and replied,

"Er, truth? Nothing too invasive, though, okay?"

[zelmyr-leidal]

Zel woke up feeling a little strange. It was almost as if there was a part of him…missing. He shrugged it off though, pushing himself out of bed only to be shoved back down by a strange but oddly familiar hand. When he looked up, the only explanation was that he was looking at himself??

He blinked, speechless as the —- other him began to talk, inspecting his nails. “Y’kno’, ah can’t believe ya’ve gone so long without tellin’ ‘im. While ya go an’ sit there witchur mouth all open ahm jus’ gon put my mouth ta better use. See ya loser!”

When the door shut, Zel finally tumbled out of his bed, pushing himself to his feet and stuttered without meaning to, but also uselessly, “B-but— a-ah?? W-wha? W-who—-“

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

Super Psycho Love: For the next 2 hours, you're on a quest to make out with the one person you know you shouldn't! Tee Hee! ))

[[ HAHAHA OH MAN ]]

Zeke frantically thought through the people he knew and found only one who he COULD be attracted to. No telling of names, he just had to hunt his person down.

He got off his desk and started down the hall towards the labs.

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

Here's a M!A List Spread It Like A Fatal Disease

Stuttering: You have an irresistibly cute stutter for the next _____

Little Bird: For ____, you have cute little wings. No, not big enough to fly. Yes, big enough that you might need to cut holes in your shirt.

Lips Like Morphine: You want to kiss everyone who says your name for the next ____.

Super Psycho Love: For the next ___, you're on a quest to make out with the one person you know you shouldn't.

Use Me: You have to abide to anyone that says your name, followed by a command. Lasts for _____.

Blood, Sex, and Booze: You wake up tied to a chair, your head hurts like fucking hell, and you taste blood on your lips holy shit you're bleeding. Oh yeah, and you're horny as shit. You're stuck for ____ or until someone helps you out.

Just a Little Girl: No, I don't give a fuck about your gender. For the next ____, you're a little girl.

The Mirror: You become split into two versions of yourself -- your good and your evil, for ___.

Automatisch: You are now a robot or a cyborg (have metallic parts) for _____.

Anyway You Want It: You have to follow the next 5 commands in your inbox, no matter what. (Can only be refuted by another anon).

So Fierce: You're suddenly some kind of sex kitten, for ______. You smouldering temptress.

Chained to You: Physically, you are chained to (anon decides) for _____ long. Include chain leeway (length).

Brainwashed: You will be brainwashed by the next person to say your name. Lasts for _____.

T-Shirt: You can wear nothing but a t-shirt for ______.

When They Come For Me: Yeah. They're coming. You better run. They'll give up the hunt on _____.

I Don't Like The Drugs: Way to develop a physiological drug dependency for ____. Way to go, Tiger.

Pushing Me Away: You now love everyone you hated. You hate/are scared of the ones closest to you. Relationships that are somewhere in the middle are unaffected. Lasts for _____.

I'm Dying: I'm so...so sorry...

Kryptonite: Well, aren't you a hunk. You've got super strength, speed, x-ray vision, and dazzling hair. There's only one thing that can stop you, and that's (anon decides).

Drunk: Get Home You're drunk for _______. (Anon can specify a KIND of drunk; angry drunk, horny drunk, emotional drunk, etc..)

Killer in You: You want to kill everyone with RP with for ______. The only way to stop it is to kill yourself (you'll come back, obvi. But whether or not you know that...)

Good Life: For _____, you have everything you've ever wanted. When it disappears, though...

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

HEY JAZZY HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAN!!!

It's always so fun to talk to you on skype and talk about BASICALLY EVERYTHING from AUs to Zebros (omg I remember Portal and TF2 as well)!

You're funny, sweet and JUST REALLY REALLY CUTE CAN I JUST SAY

Anyway I hope you have/had a great day because you're an amazing person and it's your special day!

[zekeeeeeeee-blog]

vess-skylr replied to your post: This anon is pretty amusing, throwing out some...

Really I dont k ow why we are paying so much attention to him, its obviously not true we should just ignore it. Not add gasoline into fire. The s what anon wanted and we are go ng it to him.

I'm personally paying attention because it's amusing, hahaha. I agree that we should ignore them and go on with whatever we're doing, but if they ever message me, I'll respond depending on their message. Hopefully they've stopped. I just want the Anon to realise what they're doing isn't causing a dent. I know this group is strong like that. We ain't going to be taking shit from nobody.

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This anon is pretty amusing, throwing out some claims that I find incredibly weak despite all their research. Pal, if you are trying to actually go through people's apps and find flaws in their characters... well, you sure are taking a lot of time doing this if you're simply trying to stir us up and ruin our days. If you hated us so much, why even bother? You're literally trying to rummage through our data and see if you can find any certain aspects to hate on. You're trying to find this information to further validate your claims, which are, in my opinion, still not effective.

You're probably pretty proud of yourself for even getting this much of a response out of us (and to be fair I'm regretting posting this knowing I will add to that). You're the type of person who wants attention drawn to themselves and wants to feel good about yourself by making others feel worse. It's not a bad thing to want attention, but it becomes rude and incredibly unethical when you attack others for it. I have not yet received a message from you, but I am interested in finding out what you have to say about my character.

Anyway, anon, I hope you feel better soon since I'm sure whatever made you cause this was something that hurt you first. You're either watching the group and tumblrs very closely or actually part of it. Are you jealous of now much of an audience this group has, or are you jealous that you're missing out on all the fun we're having? I have the feeling it's the latter.

You underestimate the strength of this group and the members' support for one another. Please keep notes that whatever you're going to say, we're not going to remember you in good taste.

You're getting the attention that you wanted, buddy, but it's not the pleasant kind.

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AHHH I still got to doodle more of you guys ;7; Got tired though sobbb Sorry for butchering you guys craiessss

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(( SCREAMSSSSSSSSSS CRIES LUCKY YOU’RE THE BEST

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OH MAN ALL THE CUTe I CAN'T HANDLE ]]