consumed by flower pussy thoughts.....both nai and vash have flower pussies and as kids mutual body exploration was pretty much a given. they would play with each other, pleasure each other, and they'd slot together so perfectly, so easily. it was all easy and right and good. pressing fumbling hands against each other's holes, opening each other with their touch, their flowers—usu closed tight-knit—opening up with just a prod—less than a prod. only a simple look and thin brush of skin.
it's after they part ways that vash comes to realize smth they had missed so blatantly. and how could they not. it was so easy to miss. they never could've known. it's only as he spends his years moving alongside humans, that it becomes glaringly obvious.
their bodies are only compatible with each other's.
vash's body is incompatible with anyone else's. he can't have have sex with humans (at least not penetration i guess). bc his flower stays closed. it won't open, no matter how much anyone may prod at it, how much he may want it to. begs it to.
and it's only when he sees nai again after so many years that it seems to finally all solidify in his mind. bc just the look at nai. just having him in his vicinity, the mere presence of him has his flower unfurling. petals opening slowly between his legs.
and nai strokes a nonchalant hand at his arm as he pushes past the door and there's a wetness pushing out his folds. he can feel himself opening, blooming, feel the ever-present tightness finally finally finally relaxing. a fist unclenching. a breath of relief.
but the tightness is replaced by emptiness. and he needs he needs he needs. and only nai can give.
but the other is standing at the top of the hill, blades wrapped around the crimson plant. and he's so close, his body screams, but he's so far. so so so far.
and it feels like being betrayed by his own body. bc all this time, all these years, he has begged his body to open, to take, but it never did, refused to. and all it took was a look from his brother. and it's horrible horrible horrible. but it can only be him. it can only be HIM.
and the whole thing kinds drives home the fact that they are brothers. twins. they are ONE. made from the same thing. made for each other. made FROM each other.
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My dumbass brain is thinking about changing my theme even though I still didn’t start to write 🥲
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ooc;; I have to stick to this rule because I follow too many people and this is not to pressure anyone, but more like to let you know that even if I still love your muse and I think your an amazing mun, I might end up unfollowing after there has not been an interaction, not once in 6 months to a year. Like nothing against you, but my dash gets a bit crazy at times.
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What's your favorite John Lennon solo song?
How? is probably the Most Important John Lennon Song to me
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You don't need to put anything on fruit. Chocolate, caramel, sugar, WHATEVER.
JUST LEAVE IT. IT'S GOOD ON ITS OWN.
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sometimes you wake up to a broken fridge, still have to go to work, spend two hours trying to help an asylum student get financial aid (to no fucking avail), return home to find yay new fridge but also one of your sentimental items of a precious memory that was held on the fridge by a magnet is GONE (along with all your other magnets) and you have a fucking full breakdown in your kitchen
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