Heyyy, I always wanted to do something special for Kacchanโs birthday so I decided to do a 7 days countdown to Kacchanโs birthday. :D
This is the first time they celebrated without their friends.ย
Prompt by ladybookman666 on Twitter.
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Just read the latest chapter of Skip Beat.
That intense chasing and double kabedon... Fuck author don't do this to us. I'mma read the manga again from the start to sate my thirst.
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showing up late to a meeting with an iced drink is a power move. like with hot drinks the cup is opaque and people cant tell the temperature so they dont know how long ago you got it. maybe its hours old. maybe you just got caught in traffic. who can say. but iced drinks. its clear. they can see the ice. they can see if its still frozen. they look you in the eye and they know you were standing in line fifteen minutes ago and made the conscious, deliberate decision to get a mocha frap instead of being on time. and then you made ANOTHER conscious, deliberate decision to bring it into the meeting with you, informing everyone in attendance that on your list of priorities, each and every one of them ranks firmly below one (1) mocha frappuchino.
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KYAAAA I NEED TO READ THIS RIGHT NOW
Hello rudolf ๐ rumoured to be Wolfgangโs brother ๐ฆ
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Ash Lynx
(ft. his husband moments)
1. The dorky husband
2. The pouty husband
3. The caring husband
4. The protective husband
5. Whoโs also your soulmate
6. And lastly, whoโs willing to give up his life in a heartbeat to keep you safe
BONUS :
And the one particular moment that tore my heart to shreds:
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I swear jay is a daddy material.
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Zest Of Dismay
Nose to nose.
The boyโs greed permeated the air in sticky honey and begged the demon to inhale him. It tasted provocative. Like saccharine: winding rivulets of sugared bewilderment absorbed by the delicious ache of anguish.
His presence wrapped around the swede of the boyโs drupe and squeezed his fear by force. Like plunging through pulp to reach its slick covered seed; the zest of dismay.
Underneath that though, laid a fury so potent that it made the stars pay their due to the night sky.
How fascinating indeed.
The little thing looked mischievous enough to be worthwhile.
What a beautiful thing, to see the blaze of oneโs own torment taint the lips of one as temptingly forbidden as he.
Above all else, he was curious. His appetite was an abyss and the childโs capacious eyes poured through him in bloats of allure. It slid down his fangs in the form of saliva.
Trade your lechery with mine, dear boy, that way you could see yourself in the same way that I see you: clearly.
The bud of his soul turned toward the sun that was the demonโs lust and its warmth festered anew. Just as filth succumbs to the drench of the earth, a seed sprouted in desire will always bear the fruits of death.
How deliciously fecund.
His tongue curled like velvet around the fervour of his promises. It slithered at the peculiarity of his soul with a specific sort of faithfulness that only the serpent of sin could bring.
Perhaps I crave that with which you refuse to grant. I wish to be the thing that defiles you. But alas, what is a devilโs seduction if not patient?
The childโs cheeks scorched pink from the clutch of his wretched grasp. Cruel intent lesioned where they touched. The demonโs conscious blackened at the mere thought of its wrongness.
Visage pรขle with lips of cherry. I wonder, what does the inside taste like?
The demonโs hair tickled their strands over the childโs throat in prickles of impurity. He wanted to befoul and maraud until soft skin charred black. Craved to seep down the curve of that finespun jaw until it gave way to precious ivory. He wouldnโt though, for he enjoyed the fourberie that lived within the frailty of their contract.
One can only delight in a feast well prepared.
Ebon shrouded the childโs face in coaxes of silken devastation, but all he could feel was fire. The heat crackled the space between them as red absorbed blue, their harmony strung violet.
I see now, fragile human, and I welcome you with open arms. Your wound is not one that heaven can heal. For wherever your revenge may be, young one, there my claws will be also.
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This was a collaboration between my magnificently talented @teasmudge whose writing is a gift from gods and I. Iโm beyond honored to work with such a delightful, delicious soul.~
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