Hi here's your trimonthly posts or however long I bury my head in the dirt nowadays.
Anyway here's some lovely art of the boy by this lovely person on artfight. uwu
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kirakirasā:
āYou bite your packages open? No way. Do you like passing your free time pretending to be a dog, by chance?ā She says with certain sharpness. As if she had never forgotten herself and, in frustration, tore open through stubborn plastic and wrapping with her teeth like some tested and wild thing.
āI donāt need help with something like that. I can handle it well on my own.ā To make a point of just how little sheād need of him in case of difficult to open packaging and etcetera, her hand waves between them, flame trailing behind. Yup. Very few things stood stubborn to the will of fire. No pair of scissors would ever again have to fear imprisonment by annoying, plastic ties in her presence.
āBut Iām not disappointedāā She would insistāāI just think it would be neat to have really sharp teeth. Mmm, like a tiger, you know?ā She bends towards him, teeth bared and hands held up like the fearsome claws of said predator. Prepared to pounce, she lets out her āmightyā roar. āGao!ā
āI mean...not that often.ā He feels like heās being made fun of right now, though heās not exactly surprised by that.Ā āI would prefer notĀ to be a dog, I like standing on two legs.ā I mean, sure, he couldĀ get used to being on all fours, but it just seems like a bit of a pain, doesnāt it? And getting around would be so much harder like that...
āOh-- yeah, right. Well I mean, you could burn the contents by accident, though, couldnāt you? Itās worth having options at least.ā Speaking of stubborn.
But no, heās not scared of her roar. In fact, he only flusters. Itās cute, sheās cute.Ā āAhhh...so you get to be the tiger, but Iām a dog, I see how it is.ā He teases.
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It feels like ages that she has her finger in his mouth, which he's going to try not to think too hard about. He didn't realize how kind of difficult it was to keep your mouth wide open for so long. That said, he finally closes it once she retracts her fingers, and can't help but give a tiny yawn while he's at it. Just felt like the right thing to do, with his jaw opened so wide.
"Well, don't be too disappointed." He chuckles, "Look on the bright side, I could probably open those annoying plastic packages pretty easily for you...Y'know, the kind that scissors really don't help that much with...?"
Why did they package scissors in plastic like that? It so defeated the purpose of buying them to begin with.
Head tilts slightly, from one side to the other, oblivious (or at least not caring about) to the flutter her actions have caused. Truly, his teeth are quite a sight! Sharp and pointy canines that would likely have the average person questioning his claim to humanness. But she's less alarmed by the sight of would be dangerous bite and much more intrigued. So much so the pad of her thumb has already pressed itself against the point of his canine.
She presses lightly, tapping. Then she presses harder against it, as if struggling to asses just how sharp they were. And finally, "Hm. They are pretty sharp."
She takes the thumb pressed against his canine and presses it into the point of her own. She rubs, checking it's sharpness, before pressing back into his. Eyes hold disappointment she tries not to show on the rest of her face. Hands move away from his face. She'll admit it. "Sharper than mine."
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metaviewā:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¶ Ā ā¦Ā ā³Ā aĀ sighĀ isĀ letĀ outĀ throughĀ hisĀ nose.Ā heĀ takesĀ theĀ seat,Ā onlyĀ becauseĀ itĀ wasĀ difficultĀ toĀ standĀ onĀ shakingĀ legs,Ā notĀ becauseĀ heĀ reallyĀ wantedĀ toĀ acceptĀ theĀ offer.Ā perhapsĀ heĀ shouldĀ beĀ gratefulĀ forĀ thisĀ generosity.Ā notĀ thatĀ heĀ wasnāt,Ā atĀ thisĀ pointĀ itĀ wasĀ aĀ matterĀ ofĀ forgottenĀ mannersĀ moreĀ thanĀ anythingĀ else.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā¶Ā iāllĀ beĀ fine.Ā ā³Ā heĀ answersĀ somewhatĀ dismissively.Ā hisĀ formĀ wasĀ almostĀ comparableĀ toĀ aĀ drenchedĀ cat.Ā frail,Ā shivering,Ā andĀ yetĀ uncannilyĀ stiff.Ā Ā ā¶Ā yourĀ concernĀ isĀ alreadyĀ moreĀ thanĀ enoughĀ forĀ someoneĀ likeĀ meā¦Ā Ā ā³Ā hisĀ handsĀ bunchĀ upĀ theĀ blanketĀ aroundĀ him,Ā asĀ ifĀ pullingĀ itĀ tighterĀ mightĀ getĀ ridĀ ofĀ hisĀ chillĀ faster.Ā
Again with the concerning phrasing. Itās not like Adam fancied himself better than anyone else, but it seemed this guy was the total opposite. He seemed almost to deferĀ to everyone, to perhaps his own detriment. After all, how could he say he was fine while shivering like that? Adam chews on his own lip uncomfortably, wanting to say something, but also wondering if he should. After all, whatever makes him act this way probably isnāt simply negotiated down, and he doesnāt want to offend the guy.
āReally, donāt worry about it...Itās just what I would do for anyoneĀ in this type of situation, yāknow? You donāt owe me any big gratitude or anything...ā He politely folds his hands in his lap, tilting his head.
āIām...sorry to ask, if this is awkward, but...maybe we could talk for a while to help pass the time? Iām sure the rain will stop eventually, and then youāll probably want to get back to whatever you needed to do...ā Then he gives a slightly awkward smile,Ā āI just...rarely have anyone to talk to, most of the time...ā
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Oh no, he piqued her curiosity, the worst thing he could have possibly done. Her face is too close. Or, well, too close for it not to fluster him anyway. Such was an inevitability. That was an every day occurrence for Adam, after all. "Ack-- hey--" He squints, not exactly equipped to hide them when she presses her thumbs up like that. Even just speaking is enough to reveal a bit more, at that rate.
It's a pretty telling sight, though! Pointy! They're not quite shark teeth, but you'd be forgiven for likening them to that of a dog's. Well, they're much cleaner than a dog's, but they're just as evidently capable. Of what? Well, terrible things, if he weren't such a peach.
But he is. It's actually a funny contrast, to see such intimidating chompers paired with such a dainty little man, his hands fidgeting as his eyes flit distractedly around.
"S-See...?" His words are a little...less than articulate, with his mouth open like this.
"Oh. So you did know something." Her expression is unchanging, and yet, her tone of voice expresses she knew he'd say so. "Or you pretend to. But you don't have to. It's fine if you didn't know, you know? I won't make fun of you for...lacking."
She's teasing, of course. Poking at his ego's gut. But it's difficult to tell when she excels at maintaining such a straight expression. Unflinching. Even as he comments on the sharpness of his own teeth in comparison to hers. That does, however, pique her interest; rattles and shakes her curiosity. So much so she closes in on him, pushing onto her toes to bring their faces closer.
She drops his arm with change of interest. Hands instead latch onto his face, pressing into his cheeks. Thumb presses up into his lip, wanting to see the 'facts' for herself before she utters him a command. "Show me."
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Right or wrong, huh? Well, if he were wrong, then that wouldn't really amount to knowing anything, would it? He's going to refrain from saying as much, though, it's not exactly attractive to be pedantic.
"Well, I mean...I guess I did know about it, a little. But not anything firsthand..." The same as her, he's only really seen such things in movies or books, or what have you. He probably wouldn't know the right moment to do something like that either, truth be told.
His eyes drift to the mark, as she stares at it. Damn. It's not huge or anything, but it's definitely faintly visible. "...Your teeth are pretty sharp, actually. Bet mine are sharper, though." It's not a challenge, it's just a (suspected) fact. He didn't really have a say over it, considering it was another wonderful little part of his...condition.
She stares at him and stares at him. What she's done surely couldn't have been so strange. It was brought up often in books and novels she'd fancied a read through. A sort of secret, sixth love language, as she's interpreted it. And she wonders if she'd done it wrong for him to react so...baffled. Was it really so surprising and unexpected? Perhaps she'd lacked nuance in delivering it. But he didn't seem upset by it (quite on the contrary if she could trust the color of his cheeks). He's even admitted it wasn't bad.
She could try again. And again. And again. And the message it was supposed to relay would get through clearly. Surely.
She picks up his arm again, eyes fixed on the mark she left. Thumb brushes over it with certain, soft tenderness. But interest and related thoughts are pushed aside by his newly posed question. She blinks. "That's because...you always seem to know something about everything." Gaze fixes on his face. "Whether it's right or wrong."
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It's just...forward! It's very forward. He hadn't quite expected that, clearly. Though, given how clinical it sounds, when she puts it that way, he wonders if that was her intent. It's a little funny, actually.
"You've...learned." He nods along, repeating it for his own sake. He has to process it, a little bit. He isn't going to ask where she learned this from. "Well, it wasn't...bad or anything, it just surprised me is all."
He briefly ponders returning the favor to demonstrate his point, but he's not sure exactly how that would go. They're all over the place, right now, feels like.
"Anyway...why would me not knowing something be surprising?" He raises his brow. He's never thought of himself as the smart one between them. (Though, come to think of it, he's not sure he thinks she is, either.)
Teeth dig into his skin, but not deep enough to break it, just enough to leave a sure to fade mark. Nice and pink purple.
His arm's released from the grip of her maw at last if only to answer his query. She offers him a curious and slightly confused look. Food? What did food have to do with this? Her belly had yet to ask for the next turn of nourishment. Head tilts, jump-starting the wheels inside. Clink. Clink. Click. "I'm not going to eat you. Gross." Head straightens. "This is also a form affection, I've learned. You didn't know? Did I know something you did not? No way." || @woerended [ā”]
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"uhm..." bites him.
@kirakiras / answered .
"Mm? What is it--"
Ah, time is frozen! She threw him off his rhythm! He didn't expect that at all...What prompted that? He doesn't know, and also, it maybe worries him a little that he likes it. A full-body shiver runs up him, and he digs his hands into his pockets meekly.
"...E-Eh? What was that all of a sudden...? You have food, right...?" He didn't look like a juicy steak right now, right?
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ā i want you to feel good. ā //hihihihi
@mechahero / answered .
Ah. He was definitely not smug, right now. Typically, between the two, he tended to lean toward taking the lead but...there was something very comforting about the way that sounded. The kind of comforting that soothes him, makes him feel all melty. His voice stalls in his throat, teeth gently clamped against the inside of his bottom lip.
"...W-Well, I always do, with you." He manages a small giggle. "B-But...alright." A nod, a small swallow. "I'm...yours. I trust you."
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ā you can kiss me, you know. ā gabs uwu
@nexarerum / answered .
It's funny. Even after this long, he still labors under a sort of caution that tells him that he should get it spelled out for him, first. It's not a bad caution to have, at all, of course. He'd rather be entirely sure, than take something for granted when it isn't. That said, at her words, the visible tension in his shoulders eases somewhat.
"R-Right..." Soft words trail downward into a murmur, exhaled near as warmly as his face had grown. His fingers cradle her cheeks as he closes the distance between their lips and closes his eyes.
"...Thanks." He giggles airily, shyly. The confirmation always helps.
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&. š¬š®ššš„š š¬š¦š®š š¬šš§ššš§šš š¬ššš«ššš«š¬.
(Ā anĀ assortmentĀ ofĀ smutĀ /Ā nsfwĀ impliedĀ dialogueĀ promptsĀ withĀ notĀ soĀ explicitĀ language.Ā feelĀ freeĀ toĀ changeĀ howĀ youĀ seemĀ fit.Ā )
ā iāve been thinking about you all day. ā
ā you can kiss me, you know. ā
ā how badly do you want me? ā
ā i canāt get enough of you. ā
ā iāve never done something like this before. ā
ā i like being close to you. youāre warm. ā
ā you look good like this. ā
ā you look like you were jealous. ā
ā iām not jealous. ā
ā shh. thereās people in the other room. ā
ā say you want me, and iām yours. āĀ
ā i wonāt bite. unless youāre into that sort of thing. ā
ā iām not wearing any underwear. thought youād like to know. ā
ā would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ā
ā iāll take care of you. ā
ā thereās so many things i wanna do to you. ā
ā take off your clothes. ā
ā iām going to ruin you. ā
ā show me how much you missed me. ā
ā is this okay? ā
ā you know you love me. ā
ā i want you to feel good. ā
ā i want this. ā
ā come back to bed. ā
ā youāre such a tease. ā
ā want me to model these for you? ā
ā we have to make this quick. ā
ā what are you looking at? ā
ā itās hot when you talk back. ā
ā you donāt have to be gentle. i wonāt break. ā
ā donāt you know what youāre doing to me? ā
ā i really want to kiss you right now. ā
ā itās okay, you can touch me. ā
ā this is a one time thing. ā
ā you know where to find me. ā
ā did i say you could stop? ā
ā youāre soaked. let me grab you a towel. ā
ā i want to see you. ā
ā are you wearing my shirt? ā
ā no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ā
ā you look good with my hands around your throat. ā
ā iāll be good, i promise. ā
ā youāre really good at that. ā
ā shut up and kiss me already. ā
ā you better watch your fucking mouth. ā
ā donāt mind me. just enjoying the view. ā
ā tell me what you want. ā
ā you can be rough. i can take it. ā
ā and where do you think youāre going? ā
ā if you called just to get off on my voice, iām hanging up. ā
ā i shouldnāt allow myself to get this close to you. ā
ā what if i hurt you? ā
ā you wonāt hurt me. ā
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"Ah-- r-right...thanks..." You know, it's kind of funny that he's a bit more focused on being complimented than having apparently saved hostages inadvertently, but...he has his priorities in order.
{ woerendedā }
āBut you are incapable of doing wrong? Why would I have anything to complain about?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āGood cutie. And that is why I do not need to kill any hostages for you, my dear!ā
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"But you are incapable of doing wrong? Why would I have anything to complain about?"
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āEvery time you complain about something which I have done, I kill another hostage!ā
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the curse, the curse...
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Ā Ā Ā honestly, makima was ready to write him off. on the outside this person really didnāt harbor any interests. nor did he really lookĀ like much. BUT makima always had a keen eye of observation. or shall she says NOSE. he didnāt smell like an average human here ā but also there didnāt entirely seem to be a devilĀ inside of him. that did strike to herā¦ and with him wanted to join, well ā maybe he could be of use.
Ā Ā Ā ā oh ? so you are interested ? you know this isnāt an easy job, right ? last chance to back out.Ā ā though she already knew he wasnāt going to.
He had very little self-preservation, of course, so there was no issue there. Difficult job aside, heād died plenty of ways, to the point where he was nearly numb to it -- he could tolerate that much. Heās a bit surprised by the slight shiftĀ of her demeanor though. Not enough to be suspicious, but enough to be curious nevertheless. He was nearly certain sheād just tell him to pack up, at this point, but she humored the suggestion anyway.
āWell, beggars canāt be choosers, right...? Itās either starve out there, or give it my best shot here. If I die, then...well...thatās that.ā Not exactly the whole picture, but...for the purposes of the agency, he doubts it will stir many objections. Their turnover rate must be crazy.
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Ā Ā ā sorry to waste your time, but if youāre not here to join public safety, iām afraid iām going to have to cut off our meeting here.Ā ā / @woerendedā
Honestly, that mightāve been fine with him. He hadnāt meant to be here, so much as he...well...appeared here? Damn post-revival teleporting shenanigans. That said, public safety, huh? Like...devil-hunting? There...isĀ something he could maybe stand to gain from that. Like information...
Or food, that works too, considering heās starving.
āAh-- w-wait uhm-- I...might would? If youāre taking applicants...ā Granted, he wasnāt exactly a legalĀ citizenĀ so, heās unsure if thatāsĀ going to cause problems.
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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā AhāĀ ā
Ā Ā Ā TO BE FAIR, the teen was naturally a bit of the silent type, but they had caught him unaware in the moment, his mind wandering off from reality with each passing second, but the second they talked to him, he snapped out of, forgetting whatever it was he was thinking about.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Iām sorry, for being quiet. I thought Iād gotten better at talking as of late but, I guess old habits die hard. ā
Ā Ā Ā RETURNING HOME, seeing familiar sights, perhaps he was slipping back into his old habits unconciously? Logically it seemed to check out, yet, despite all that, he knew he had changed, for the better. He could go to school knowing he wouldnāt be alone, for one, among many more surely.
Ā Ā Ā WHAT WASĀ IT HE THINKING OF BEFORE? Well, whatever it was, if he just forgot it like that, then surely it couldnāt be too important, right?
Well, he could certainly relate. Having a lot on your mind was practically his default state of being, even if he was a tad bit better at masking it, so he could sympathize with the feeling. He gives a small, warm chuckle as he waves his hand, gently shakes his head.
āNo, no, donāt worry about it-- Wasnāt a dig or anything, you just...seem like you have a lot on your mind, I guess. Not that Iāll pry...ā He didnāt want to be too pushy, after all.
āSo long as youāre feelinā okay, thatās what matters most.ā
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