stormbuilder:

He can’t help but laugh, a warm smile tugging his lips nearly ear-to-ear. His mom had always said food was the way to a person’s heart. He watched as Ziya put his boots on, head canting slightly. Had he ever mentioned how much he liked those boots and the way they made Ziya’s legs look? If he hadn’t, he would be sure to do so. Quite a few times. He hummed thoughtfully, stepping closer to close any space between them. He leaned down, though he didn’t have to lean down as far, now that Ziya was wearing his boots, and he brushed his nose against the warlock’s.

          "‘Course you are. Can’t let you get your boots dirty.“ He stole a quick kiss, pulling back with a wide – albeit timid – smile and began to shrug off the backpack. “That means you’re going to have to carry this, though.” He held it out to him, knowing that the pack was probably safer with Ziya anyway. Plus, his books were in there and he wouldn’t let anything happen to them. Grayson then turned so his back was facing Ziya and he kneeled down, looking at him over his shoulder. “I was going to carry you in my arms, but maybe I’ll save that for… later.”

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❛ was that an innuendo, grayson ?? 

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he smirks, eyes narrowing in a knowing way. he swings the pack over his shoulder, careful not to let it hit him too hard (lest his damage the books, let alone his spine), before stepping back and taking a running jump at grayson. a soft omf! falls from his lips, before he readjusts his seating, knowing that even if he was probably as light as a feather to grayson he still has the slight chance of sliding off. not that he isn’t strong enough to stay in place, mind you heh … 

❛ off, my loyal steed ; to the park !! 

6 years ago with 12via

IM Back my dudes 

petriccky:

*actually cares very deeply but acts like an asshole*

6 years ago with 14235via
6 years ago with 39474via

soft squishy characters aggressively hugging angry explosive characters to calm them down and the angry character closing their eyes/choking back tears and quietly melting into the hug

6 years ago with 46040via

buffybarnes:

Me in court.

6 years ago with 336775via

jaclcfrost:

[said while barely holding back tears] honestly this is fine and i am completely unaffected right now, currently, as we speak

6 years ago with 239222via

washedhisunderwear:

haveitjoeway:

me: im a stone cold bitch with no heart

feelings: you a damn lie

me: fCUK

6 years ago with 208806via

“Hi, Andy. I hate people but you are okay. It’s weird. Woof-woof, April.”

6 years ago with 22855via

orbs of tyrian flick up and down, skimming down sable fabric and pale skin with a skeptical mien. a bubble of salt forms in the hallow of his throat, unease trickling down into his chest and weighing it down, looping around offal and viscera with unyielding vigor. it irritates fire-blessed cavities, sand under his skin, and the fact that he doesn’t know why makes it all that much more unpleasant ;; the man seems normal enough, if not a little TOO poised and peerless. perhaps that’s what has him on edge being expected to show control in the presence of someone who might as well be sitting on a throne (thought it’s not like ziya can’t say the SAME). he’ll decide to bite his tongue on his OWN terms, thank you very much. if this lord phantomhive turns out to be some arrogant pisspot, he’ll let lose without a damn care in the world. 

hence, the warlock decides to assert this to both himself and the company he currently keeps, tilting his head backward, haughty and immodest with his nose in the air. 

❛ i can seat myself, tall, dark n’ creepy as HELL. ❜

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6 years ago with 1
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an indie tmi-based warlock/witch oc, written by naegi. triggers for drinking, death, etc.