#kissing asks

[maskednihilism]

◇ in the most platonic way possible the what if they kissed meme but I know exactly what would happen and it would be this detox scene LMAO https://youtu.be/J54gML6eTCk?si=PkBg4q_TUpnbE4rf

@shallliveoninsong || prompt! || from Jing Yang

ooc. Correct however, I wanna hurt you :)

Why?! Why did he do that?! Jing Yuan held this stupid stupid man in his arms. Why did this fool jump in front of him?! "I lived long enough!" He shouts at Koski. "I'm a general, I'm supposed to die!"

Yet the fool laughs. Blood comes down his face and mouth. The white in his hair turned into reddish brown. "Not yet." He says weakly. "The world still needs good men like... you."

"The world needs good men like you!" The General retorts. Pressure. He needs to apply pressure to the wound. Frantically he reaches for where the spear hit his little short-life friend but his hand is taken by Koski's. It's pulled away, placed against his cheek. He feels the con man's blood on the back of his hand.

"There's always another thief. I'm replaceable."

"There's only one Sampo Koski and that's you, you fool! Don't die on me!"

Sampo merely smiles. "It's okay. I've had fun." A kiss is placed on his hand. More blood is bestowed on the back of Jing Yuan's hand. It feels warm despite the man in his arms becoming colder and colder.

"I really love our time together. I'll always cherish our pranks."

Jing Yuan lowered his head. White hair cascaded onto the thief below, enveloping them in an enclosed space for their final goodbye. "Don't you dare go." A General does not cry. But he wasn't a General at this moment. He was simply Jing Yuan, a friend of a silly little fool who flew too close to the sun.

"General..."

Sampo reaches up and pulls the man down for a kiss. Wet blood soaked lips pressed up on the other's. It was over before the General knew it started. "Haha... I stole a kiss from you finally."

"Koski... Koski!" Jing Yuan shook his body. But it was useless. Sampo had died, smiling as if he had pulled off the greatest prank of them all.

#shallliveoninsong #double the pay double the service;; answers #kissing asks #ooc. :)

[sarcasticdolphin]

💚 :D im excited to see what you do with it because it’s not conventionally todolfy

all that comes to mind is zeeburger jsfjks

💚 true love's kiss / magic kiss / healed

Under the cut cause well .... violence and blood.

Rudolf checked the door one last time before toeing his boots off. The jacket was long gone, but his body never truly relaxed until the boots were off too.

Sunset was well and truly past, and the moon was only a bare crescent, so he left the curtains open a crack larger than usual, reclining on his bed as his eyes slowly adjusted to the gloom of the darkened bedchamber.

It was odd in a way, the way the room shifted in his vision - how the white shirt he wore seemed almost to bloom with its own light, even as the shadows grew deeper and longer, seeming almost infinite. Like black voids that might swallow Rudolf if he stepped to close.

Not that Rudolf particularly cared. Somewhere in that infinite darkness, his friend waited. Watched.

The prince slipped from his place on the bed to retrieve a familiar silver knife, fingers running over its case with reverent fingers. Well, Rudolf wanted them to be reverent. Perhaps they trembled a little too much in anticipation to be so.

The knife shone like nothing else in the dark bedchamber, and Rudolf reclined against the bed once more, looking to see one of his eyes mirrored on the blade.

The motions were well practiced - the practiced arrangement of the sleeve, well above Rudolf's elbow and secured enough to be out of the way while not being tight - the arrangement of his fingers on the slim hilt - even the angle the blade would come from.

There were no scars on Rudolf's pale arms, but his hands were steady as he slowly opened the vein from wrist to elbow, humming at the sensation. His knife was sharp, and he wasn't tense. There was pain, but ultimately it was nothing for what he gained in return.

The liquid was black rather than red in the dimness of the bedchamber, as it pooled quickly on the sheets, as it ran down Rudolf's arm.

He had only to wait now.

The chill is gentle at first, crisping in the air as it settles. The bed beside Rudolf never seems to shift, but his friend is there when he turns, cold blue eyes moving to Rudolf's arm.

Tod's finger's are ice as he gently inspects the wound.

"You went deep today."

Rudolf nods. He can tell. If nothing else he can tell by how lightheaded he's become in the mere minutes he has awaited his friend.

The finger draws slowly down the cut, and Rudolf can't help but to twitch at the odd sensation, as the flesh and skin knits itself back together. This is always the worst of it. Tod sending him away.

But when only a small patch of dark blood remains on Rudolf's pale arm, Tod stops. He's never stopped before Rudolf's arm was seamless and smooth as a babe's. Until now.

The fingers that intertwine with his own are welcome, and Rudolf purrs at the sensation, not noticing how his friend brings their joined hands upward and outward.

He catches Tod's eyes the moment before it happens, but Rudolf still can't help but to trembled when Tod's lips - burning with a vicious cold - press ever so gently to his bloody wrist. The skin is alabaster once more as Tod's hand releases Rudolf's own, but he doesn't notice, spellbound by the dark blood that is evident on Tod's lips.

He wants. More than anything, Rudolf wants.

But his friend is cruel, departing without so much as a word, faster than even the breath of the wind. Leaving Rudolf alone and frustrated. There are few who dare to deny him anything. But his friend seems to revel in it.

#todolf #kissing asks #these are always fun #thank you so much for the ask #rudolf making questionable choices #as usual

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[startreklesbian]

Happy birthday to me i guess

#michael sheen #hello that's me #someone asked him what it’s like to kiss david and he said it’s everything you dream of

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me. #real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. #lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real? #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

[hansoeii]

It's about who.

#like hozier said: #if someone asked me at the end I'd tell them “put me back in it” #darling I would do it again if I could hold you for a minute #darling I'd go through it again #I would still be surprised I could find you darling #in any life #hozier wrote francesca for lokius #I have unintentional manifestation skills apparently so I had to put them to use before the finale drops #needed lokius nation to get a kiss no matter what #why was the hardest part about this piece drawing the spaghettification #almost gave up on it because of it #loki #loki series #loki season 2 #lokius #lokius fanart #loki fanart #loki mobius #mobius loki #loki laufeyson #my art #digital art #fanart #illustration

[celestialalpacaron]

To the twenty people asking me in my dms and in my ask box:

Yes you may draw fanart, make a cosplay, write a fanfic, make fan music of my Overlord Husk AU!

Just tag me when you finish because I’m nosy LOL So sorry that I can’t get to replying to everyone but I hope this answers that question LOL

Anyways here’s a Overlord Husk AU crumb sketch from my pocket sketchbook while I make you all wait for the main comic. The one and only Husk the Casino King, with his beloved King/Queen Angel, and their darling little prince FatNuggets 🥰

#Husk loves when Angel smooshes his face with kisses #art #sketch #drawing #drawingoftheday #draw #fanart #huskerdust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #overlord husk au #asks

[skyscrapergods]

I wish I can eat your art and your lore

#ask #if somebody actually does this I will kiss you and then steal your cake and draw your ponies eating it or something

[henreyettah]

First tlt comic pls be kind to me

Edit: made a very minuscule change. Might take a trained eye to see it (hint)

#also this was my first time ever drawing Gideon #which is why she is Not consistent #also still new to drawing harrow so uh #as stated in caption: be kind to me #griddlehark #tlt #the locked tomb #harrow nonagesimus #gideon nav #tlt gideon #tlt harrow #this is post nona btw #fingers crossed it’ll remain canon compliant #tamsyn muir please let them live I beg you #nona the ninth #harrow the ninth #gideon the ninth #kiriona gaia #harrow rizz so strong she can ask a girl what dying felt like and it’ll end in kisses lmao #and I’ve decided they do naked cuddles. you pick for yourself if they’re together. I don’t care. they nude cuddle. nuddle. if you will #let the soft animal of your body want bitch #henreyettart

[serethereal]

who up being big and small and big and small and big and small again

#and still…nobody… wants me… still nobody wants me and i know no one will save me i’m just. asking for a kiss… give me one good movie kiss an #d i’ll be alright… (<- lying)

[maskednihilism]

[ bite ] (from Mimi, she wanna play uwu)

@shallliveoninsong || prompt! || from... Mimi?

"JING YUAN!"

It's not often the thief used the General's name. It was usually reserved for quiet moments, moment where the two had an honest heart to heart with one another. Or in times when they weren't sure they would see each other again. It wasn't something they agreed on verbally. It happened naturally. Jing Yuan would do the same by calling him by his last name, Koski. Or little thief or whatever adjective he wanted to use at that moment to express his exasperation.

This was a rare moment Sampo used the General's name.

"Tell Mimi to quit biting me!" The lioness has this habit of being playful with Koski. She's not aware she isn't a simple house cat, but rather a giant feline. A bite from her caused marks on his skin that made passerbys and clients worry for the thief's safety.

If only they knew it was simply a play bite from a large cat.

A gloved hand is pushing the feline off his arm. Her hold is much stronger than the thief's. "JING YUAN!!"

There was no saving. There was only playtime.

#shallliveoninsong #kissing asks #double the pay double the service;; answers #ooc. Sampo is FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE

[sarcasticdolphin]

👀 pspspspspsps... could you make this work for Mozart and Colloredo? 😁👀

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

Cracky, but that is only way I could think of doing it for this pairing. Similar to my other Mozart/Colloredo stuff but not set in the same verse.

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A flash of movement caught the corner of Wolfgang's eye. It wasn't anything big - his playing remained steady, but he craned his head as much as he dared.

The archbishop was staring off into space, mindlessly conducting in perfect time to Wolfgang's playing.

The scene was oddly entrancing, and the spell was only broken when Wolfgang's finger slipped, and the perfect 5th became a tritone. He winced at the dissonance, turning hurriedly back to the piano and picking up his pen and score, trying to make it look like he had been working even as the Archbishop also picked up his own paperwork in a rather flustered manner. It looked like the ledger - or whatever it was - was upside down.

The door opened a few moments later, admitting Arco, who eyed the sheet in the Archbishop's hands for a moment before returning to his usual unflappable self.

"Highness-" he paused glancing over to Wolfgang.

Colloredo made a motion with his hands for Arco to continue.

"Highness," Arco glanced over at Wolfgang again. "Leopold Mozart is back."

Wolfgang stood, the piano bench making an ungodly screech as he did, and half-stormed over to Colloredo.

"Bring him." He ordered Arco, who rushed to obey with only the smallest hint of a glance between the pair.

Colloredo's eyebrow was playfully raised. Wolfgang for his part realized he still had a stack of music in his hands and placed it carelessly on the Archbishop's desk before undoing the top few buttons of the shirt and sitting astride Colloredo's lap.

The Archbishop's warm hands found his hips as Wolfgang turned toward the door, listening for the fall of footsteps.

They came soon enough, and he surged forward to kiss the shocked Archbishop. Colloredo kissed him back soon enough, yanking Wolfgang to him.

He didn't look up when the door opened again, nor when the sputtering noises began.

Colloredo eventually broke the kiss and Wolfgang took the opportunity to glance over at his shocked father and an equally shocked Arco.

"Leopold Mozart, Highness." Arco managed to introduce his father despite the shock evident on the Count's face.

Colloredo gave a careless gesture as he kissed Wolfgang and Arco dragged Wolfgang's still-sputtering father from the room, leaving Wolfgang alone with the Archbishop once more.

Colloredo broke the kiss, pulling back to eye Wolfgang while his hands fell back to Wolfgang's hips.

Wolfgang started to try and get up, endless compositions still flying through his mind, but Colloredo held him fast, nuzzling his neck, much to Wolfgang's confusion, before claiming his lips again, deeply and possessively.

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Wolfgang was back at his piano when Arco finally reentered after what must have been several hours.

"Arco." Colloredo didn't wait for the Count to greet him. "Have Wolfgang's things moved to the room adjacent to mine."

Arco glanced back and forth between the pair before acknowledging the orders and scurrying off to obey them.

#this is like supposed to be the start of their relationship #mozart/colloredo #mozart just wants his dad to fuck off #but Colloredo isn't letting him go any time soon #fan fic asks #kissing asks #this was all I could think of

[yooo-lets-go]

Hello hello, tis Anon with the car named Roach!

I wanted to tell you that Roach (the car) was covered in sticky notes and had its seats wrapped in gift wrap by several of my friends for my birthday

So now picture Roach boy getting surprised for his birthday in a similar fashion. This image has been plaguing me for days and I think you'd get a kick out of it!

-🚗🪳

The best day of his life

#I love this #I love your car #give it a lil kiss on the steering wheel from me #ask #call of duty #gary roach sanderson #cod roach

[mataurin]

Fig and the Cig Figs!!!

#junior year so far is such a delight #did you give another character you like curly hair out of nowhere you ask #and to that I say good question I *flees* #dimension 20 #figeroth faeth #the bad kids #fantasy high #fantasy high: junior year #she’s blowing a kiss to ayda in the crowd who is whatever her equivalent of Beet red with arousal is #watching her silently and blankly thinking heinously dirty thoughts #* #fhjy #fh #fig faeth

[jaradraws]

playing bg3 and uhmmm. zevlor

❗NOTICE: this user has NOT completed the game. do NOT spoil this for them ❗

#i am going to grab him. if larian would Let me #im not asking for a lot i don't think. i don't need a full romance. just a kiss. a one night stand. physical contact that isn't fighting. #baldur's gate 3 #zevlor #bg3 #bg3 zevlor #(note: i haven't played past act one so pls don't talk at me abt anything past that!!)

[jelluf1sh]

taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.

#geto x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #꒰🪼꒱ star writes. #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #suguru geto x reader #stables #jjk drabbles #for the anon that asked me if i’d ever write a suguru drabble ♡ #i just wanna kiss his cheeks so bad #HE NEEDS ME TO HOLD HIM ?!!?!!???!! #i love my sleepy princess #we are the same person