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One of my favorite vines with my two favorite characters from Rise. This is a fantastic day!!!

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Hey this Drawings was going to be uploadet on halloween but i forgot it and found it now so hope you guys like it. :) The OC charakters are drawn as Dead By Daylight Killers. Miles The Fox (i dont remember his last name) that belongs to @dusky-star is drawn as the Nures. Shiki Fire Boar that belongs to @greaser-wolf is drawn as The Oni. Nova The Cat that belongs @blueberrypossum is drawn as The Huntres. Roxy The Mountain Lion belongs to me. And the Dead By Daylight killers that they are based on belongs to the Dead By Daylight Game. If some of you dont like the drawings of your OC and want me to take it down just tell me.
I just recently got into Dead by Daylight and now I will never unsee Nova as her!!! MAN WHY ARE YOUR DRAWINGS SO FREAKING COOL AND GOOD UGHHHHHHHH! YOU MADE THEM SO SPOOKY I LOVE IT!!
I cannot wait until the Rise movie so then I can get hit back into this Fandom like being hit by a train. Thank you so much for still drawing @greaser-wolf and I's ocs!! I'm so glad that you like them so much to put time and dedication into drawing them!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Drawing based on @blueberrypossum Fanfic “Hit me whit your best shot”. Upper charakter is Shiki that belongs to @greaser-wolf. Lower charakter is Nova that belongs to @blueberrypossum. Most of this is drawn from memory and a littel improviseing so if thing off im sorry. This is based on when they use their either ancient or primal power hidden whitin them. Hope you guys like it :).
*Me who hasn't written any Mud Dogz content in months sees this*
GOD DANG IT @ultra-gingerlotus WHY IS YOUR ART SO BLOODY GORGEOUS!!!
Shiki with the flipping fire perk and how her cut is blazing with magna is just 🤌🤌AND COLORING HER HAIR AND TUSKS TO MATCH WITH THE FIRE THEME OH MY GOSH IT'S SO CREATIVE I LOVE IT!!!
And Nova man, I'm so speechless. The yellow you used and then blending it into her stripes and the fangs man THE FANGS! I love feral girls they are my heckin jam!!!
I don’t know if I posted it but how the heck did you know the girls color scheme of red and gold oh my gosh I love how it mixes in the middle!!
Thank you so much for still creating art for @greaser-wolf and I's characters! It's makes me so happy to see that you enjoy drawing them and having fun as an artist!!❤❤❤❤
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OH MY GOSH IT’S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I’VE POSTED!!
If you guys are wondering where I’ve been I write more on A03 with two original fanfics in the making! But, my tumblr account deserves some love too! This fanfic has been siting in my file for a long while and I originally wanted to post it when I was deep in the ROTTMNT fandom (still love it and miss it man). Hope you guys enjoy!
This video of Danny has my whole heart

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I'm feeling a little melancholy at the moment, how would Hancock comfort/cheer up a lady sole survivor who is feeling down in the dumps? This can be a headcanon or a drabble, whichever your muse wishes to write and it's a romantic Hancock who's pining for the sole. Both have low self-esteem and sole is shy. Thank you in advance!
Thank you so much for the ask, anon! I love this prompt, and I think I’m going to do headcannons for all the companions based on it at some point, but for now, here is a drabble! Hopefully this is the kinda thing you were looking for, I think I might’ve gotten a little carried away, but I hope you enjoy!
Hancock surveyed his bar, looking over the patrons, and back up to Magnolia as she began her rendition of Frank Sinatra’s “Strangers in the Night,” and the ghoul's smokey gaze once again fell to the seat in the corner of the Third Rail.
She was there, nursing an iced beverage in her hand; the amber liquid appearing to be whiskey.
"Tell me Fahrenheit, do people drink whiskey when they're happy?" He turned to the redhead lounging on the couch beside him.
"Depends how much." She stared ahead, absentmindedly swirling the gin and tonic in her hand.
"Three or four glasses in the last hour." He said. She followed his gaze to where it rested, rolling her eyes at him.
"You've been staring at her for the past hour? Tell me, why haven’t you gone over there yet? I know you enjoy a healthy dose of masochism every once in a while, but the self-induced suffering seems pretty constant whenever she’s involved.” Fahrenheit gestured with her glass towards the corner by the bar, where Sole was seated, already close to being finished with her beverage.
“Always so quick to judge. Sole’s a popular gal, I thought she might be waiting for someone. If that was the case, then who am I to-”
“Ugh, if you don’t get your ass over there and talk to her, I’m locking you out of the State House.” Hancock’s hat tipped forward as his gaze migrated to the floor of the bar.
Fahrenheit shifted to sit up from her lounging position. “Alright, what the hell is it with this chick? It’s like she turns you into that kid on the radio. All scared and awkward.”
“I know. Listen, I don’t know what it is either. She’s just… different. I actually give a shit about what she thinks of me, you know? And I don’t wanna lose her as a friend because I was coming onto her too strong.”
“I think you’re just being a pussy about having real feelings for someone.”
“Shit, red, that’s cold. Even for you.” At that, Hancock pushed his hat back to its correct position on his head and stood, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to face the person he had “real” feelings for.
“Fine,” he turned to glance back at Fahrenheit one more time, “You win. But if this goes south, I’m holding you responsible.” He turned and started towards the bar.
“And what it if it goes north?” Fahrenheit called after him, uttering a soft chuckle as he walked away.
Hancock noticed Sole’s eyes fall on him as he approached the bar and tried not to be too obvious as he ordered another whiskey on ice for her, and one for himself. He was still coming off a mentats high, but he needed something to take the edge off. Grabbing the drinks, he turned deliberately to her.
“How you holdin’ up, sister? You looked a little low there.” He gestured at her now empty glass, reaching out to hand her the new drink.
“Oh, yeah. Thanks.” She said, smiling weakly at him as she took it.
“That seat taken?”
She looked to her left and shook her head.
“All yours, if you want.”
“Course I do, who wouldn’t wanna sit next to a lovely little thing like you?” She let out a feeble chuckle at his words, and the ridge above his eyes knitted together as he noticed the lack of light behind her eyes as she stared down at the floor.
He took a swig of his whiskey, draining half of his glass in one gulp. Sole looked over and drew her own glass to her lips, grimacing slightly at the bite of the whiskey. The two sat in silence for a bit, listening as Magnolia’s song came to an end and the conversations around the bar grew to a dull roar.
“Sorry I’m not better company, Hancock.” She uttered quietly.
“Nonsense. I could sit silently beside you all night, and you’d still be better company than half the commonwealth. But hey, if you wanna talk about it, I know it doesn’t look like it, but I got two good ears over here.” She laughed a little more genuinely at that, and Hancock felt a little flutter in his chest.
“Thanks, but really it’s- Okay, it’s just… nothing.”
“Hmm. Yeah, seems like it. Real convincing there, sister.” She finally looked up to meet his gaze. “C’mon, Sole,” he whispered softly, “it’s okay, you can tell me. After all I done, you think I’m in any position to judge you?” Sole looked away and downed her drink, before placing her fifth empty glass on the table beside the others. He drained the remainder of his own beverage in response, hoping the gesture might help settle her nerves a bit.
Sole took a deep, shaky breath.
“It’s not… something.” She stopped, looking at him with desperation behind her eyes, willing him to understand without her having to say it. Hancock was many, many things, and he would become almost anything if it meant pleasing Sole, but he wasn’t a mind reader. Instead, he smiled at her and nodded for her to continue.
“It’s… God, it’s just everything. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I used to feel like I had made it so far. When I saw the world after leaving that vault, I just, I don’t know, I just adapted. I moved on and I survived. Even when I learned that 200 years had passed, and I realized that everyone I ever knew was dead, I persisted. I pushed through. I was sad, of course, but at least I could function. Then, when I found out about Shaun and the Institute, when I saw him and... and he was older than me, when I found out how he felt about me, the way he saw me as nothing more than an experiment, I just…” Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, punctuating the end of her sentence. No words were needed now, he understood. He wanted to reach out to her, to pull her into his arms and hold her tight, to let her know she wasn’t alone, that he was here for her, and would be as long as he was living. Instead, he reached a scarred hand towards her own that rested on the arm of her chair. She shuddered slightly as his fingers made contact with the back of her hand, and he was afraid she would pull away. But she just dropped her gaze to watch as he settled his hand atop hers, his thumb gently stroking over her knuckles.
“I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re goin’ through, Sole.” He said, his dark eyes meeting hers, “But no matter what, I’m here for you. Anything you need, it’s yours, you hear?” She sniffled slightly, and Hancock thought he heard a soft “thanks,” but he couldn’t be sure.
“You remember the day we met?” He said, his thumb still brushing softly over her hand.
“How could I forget? You killed a guy.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I sure did, heh.”
“What was his name again?” She asked him, a little bit of life returning to her strained voice.
“Finn.”
“Oh yeah, I remember now.”
“Yeah, real jackass, he was.” Sole grinned at that, and Hancock's eyes lit up, reveling in the fact that his words managed to bring a smile to her face, meager as it may be, it beat tears any day.
“You remember why I killed him?” He asked her.
“Cuz he was a jackass?” The ghoul chuckled at that, his hand squeezing hers ever so slightly.
“Close, but that’s not all of it. He was a jackass to you, sweetheart. And that didn’t sit right with me, even then.” Her eyes met his as she began to understand where he was going with this.
“But lemme tell you something, how I cared then? Shit’s nothing compared to how I care now.” He whispered the last sentence, leaning in closer to her. Hancock willed himself to say more, to tell her how much he cared for her, tell her everything he would do for her, he wanted to make a move to hold her hand tighter, or to lean into her even further, to eliminate the gap between them altogether, but he was paralyzed by her unbroken gaze.
“You mean it?” She whispered so softly, he almost didn’t hear it over the buzz of the bar.
“You kiddin’? Every damn word. And just for the record, there’s nothing wrong with the way you’re feeling right now, Sole. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, and if anybody else went through the shit that you have, they wouldn’t have made it through day one. But you? You haven’t just survived out here, you’ve made a difference. You didn’t have to, background like yours, you coulda become a fuckin raider or crime boss or some shit and I wouldn’t have blamed you, but no. Here you go, one-upping everyone else who thought they had a tragic backstory and becoming the best damn person in the Commonwealth. Really ruins it for the rest of us rabble, you know.” Sole’s eyebrows creased together and her eyes began to glisten again as tears threatened to spill over. Shit. What did I say? Hancock’s heart pounded in his chest as he tried desperately to think of a way to undo whatever he just did. That feeling soon vanished as Sole fell forward, arms draping around Hancock’s shoulders, as she buried her head into the crook of his neck. He released the breath he had been holding and brought his own arms around to envelop her, squeezing tightly as warmth spread through the expanse of his chest.
“Thank you.” She whispered softly. And Hancock was sure he’d heard it this time.
A tiny Comic stripe based on @blueberrypossum`s fanfic story No One Does It Like You Do and the bad guys in her story at least two of them. whats happening in this comic is not in Blueberrypossum`s story its somthing i think washappenig in the background of the story. This is my designe of the storys bad guys i did my best hope you guys like it. tiny Nova is @blueberrypossum`s oc and tiny Shiki is @greaser-wolf`s oc. (ps. I just gave the cat a name hope you dont mind Blueberry just tell me if you have a better name. :)
*me crying my eyes out because I love this so much*
Man I miss writing for Mud Dogz so much and thus have revived my freaking love for the ROTTMNT Fandom!!! This is so freaking beautiful and amazing and so heckin creative that I just keep reading it over and over and THE CHARACTER DESIGN!! @ultra-gingerlotus I will always love how you design characters that I dont describe, you never EVER disappoint at all❤❤❤❤
I did write a side story with Nova and Leonard running into the snow leopard again actually, I might post it now because I love this villian so much!! I did name the snow leopard but I totally forget what it was but Ariya is so pretty and dangerous and I love it!! Never stop drawing art please!!!!
@greaser-wolf LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL COMIC I MIGHT DIE OUR CHARACTERS ARE SO LOVED!!!!
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Connor/Reader Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Detroit Police Department Officers (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Detective Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Friends to Lovers, A little bit of Reed900, dbh connor x reader - Freeform, Connor is a sweetheart and I love him, Hank Anderson & Connor Parent-Child Relationship, Hank Anderson - Freeform, Fluff and Angst, Violence Against Androids (Detroit: Become Human), Violence, Rating: PG13, touchy subjects, You get your own story so be prepared for a little oc action, Showing Connor how to live and feel alive, reed900, took an idea from Detroit evolution on youtube please go watch it before reading it's so good Summary:
After a full year after the android revolution, you are one of the new rookies on the force of the Detroit Police Department, being placed under the wing of one of the detectives to help solve cold and thrown out cases. One night, after an aggravating investigation you were struggling on, you get to befriend one of the greatest detectives on the force along with the android that aided the revolution: Connor Anderson. All it took was one night to form a friendship, but longer nights to figure out the list of connected cases that seem to fall at your feet. With a dark secret and past to overcome, you soon realize that it seems a long blood has come to follow you in every step, the red and blue color separating a path for you and the android you have fallen for.
If guys have been wondering where I’ve been, I’ve decided to write a short series for the DBH fandom! It’s Connor x reader fanfic so please check it out!
Oh! Sorry! I just thought you did write imagines...but I will tell you my idea...I was wondering how the mud dogs would feel having a kindhearted girl in the group that is a nurse and and each of them (separately) have a crush on her? (can this be a headcannon?) but it’s ok if you don’t do it. I also like your blog and your drawings of ocs! They’re very cute!
Rottmnt Mud Dogz! Headcanons!
If you were the kindhearted nurse of the team and if the Mud Dogz started to develop feelings for you!
( I decided to do this gender-neutral so everyone can get their love from the Mud Dogz! Hope that’s okay!)
Also, anyone can make requests or asks! The reason I don’t really have it placed in my blog is because there are some requests where I just stare and I’m like: I don’t have enough creativity to come up with anything oh heck I don’t want to let someone down. So, don’t be afraid to send anything!
Hope you guys enjoy it!
Loathsome Leonard
-He didn’t pay no mind to you at first, his group was okay with you joining in seeing that they were going to hurt on most heists so he respects you.
-It takes a long and hard time to get close to Leonard, he’s the leader after all, and he doesn’t want to continue adding people to his group and then see them either leave, die, or backstab them.
-Of course, he isn’t rude to you, he just doesn’t talk much about plans and heists when you’re around at first and there is barely any small talk between the two of you in the beginning.
-Until one night he goes off on his own without the other guys knowing and stumbles back terribly wounded and can’t make it back to their apartment, but your place is closer.
-You were asleep when you heard the strangled yet urgent knock on your door and you quickened your pace when it started to repeat in more rapid strings.
-You can’t help but gasp at the sight of Leonard, beaten and bloody as if he had just starred in a horror movie and you rush him in, setting him in the chair in your kitchen before gathering your medical supplies you had in your home.
- In silence you help him take off his shirt and put yourself to work, cleaning and dressing his cuts and gashes, all while handing him water to drink and a towel to play with when the pain gets unbearable.
“Where are Danny and Mickey? Are they wounded as well?”
“No, it’s only me.”
“Did you...did you go out on your own Leonard?”
“...”
-Your once nice outlook is now casted with anger as you stand and throw the damp cloth you had used to clean his shoulder wound into the trash with such force that it almost startled him.
Almost.
“You know, for someone who works so hard to make sure his teammates don’t do stupid stunts, you suck at taking your own advice.”
-That causes a surge to burst through him; he had never heard you speak like that before, never spoken your mind with such raw rage. And when he goes to fire something back, your hand is under his chin and shushing him, taking a new wet rag and cleaning a cut that sliced down his cheek.
-”Next time, just tell them, and me. Trust has to go both ways, and since I trust you -” You tilt his head until he is looking up at you, the first prickle of tension bubbling his skin.
“You should trust me.”
-And oh he’s hooked now and nothing can smother it.
-He’s sudden embarrassed and possibly even scared to be around you alone, afraid that his words will slip up or he'll do something stupid in front of you.
-You’re just so smart and kind, but that more dominant and stronger side of you has caused his heart to beat faster when you enter the room and he despises it. He can’t let his emotions get caught up in the missions and...you deserved better, someone who just wasn’t a lowlife thief.
-But, he’s warmer around you, and will actually create a conversation with you about yourself and how you are doing instead of just talking about the next heist.
Dastardly Danny
-For once, the rat yokai doesn’t have to play doctor in the group once you join the band of thieves. It’s a great change of pace because for one he never went to medical school and only learned to clean wounds just by experience.
-He would be super intrigued by your understanding of the yokai and/or human body and how to treat and dress each different type of wound. He would probably ask to be placed under your wing in case you were injured or couldn’t make it in time (also to spend time with you).
-He’s a huge talker with you and would possibly be the one in the group who would fully understand the scientific words you spit out sometimes.
-Danny knows and understands his feelings pretty well, and once he realizes he has developed an infatuation with you, he falls head first into it.
-He’ll go to you and make the cheesiest and gooiest jokes that play in with you and your job profession and boy does it make Leonard and Mickey gag.
“I don’t think you can diagnose me because there’s no treatment for being madly in love, dollface.”
“Danny, sit still, you keep reopening the cut!”
-Instead of getting you flowers and chocolates, he understands the expense of medical supplies and you come by to find new needles, clean cloths, and antibiotics all wrapped up and presented nicely with your name on it.
-After hours of sewing cuts and bending arms back into their sockets, Danny would still crawl over to the kitchen and make you your favorite drink, even if he broke both his legs.
-Of course, he loves to make you a flustered and stuttering mess, especially during dire moments such as him with a bullet wound and you’re desperately trying to seal the blistering hole. He’ll look right at you and horsley state, “Bleeding out like this doesn’t seem too bad if you keep touching me like dat’.”
-Would def. Give you the nickname doc, nothing will change that.
Malicious Mickey
-Honestly, you can impress this sweet guy with anything, from knowing what ointment to apply on certain cuts and then easily telling him facts about his internal organs, you make the guy have that astounded look of a child.
-He probably wouldn’t understand a single word if you explained to him how the body works or why certain medicines only work for certain illnesses and infections, but he will certainly show his wonderment in the information.
-He would probably start falling for you since you are kind, you place care in his wounds. Not saying Danny didn’t, but you placed colorful stickers on his cuts and then started to bring pieces of candy only for him (for a second, he believed you only saw him as a brother and it worried him).
-Mickey would be the only one in the group to remember the most random facts you have told that shocks everyone, even you. It shows that he listens, just doesn’t understand.
-He would try to make jokes like Danny does when he’s wounded but he’s just so baffled at how fast and calm you work on him that he will just state how pretty you are or how your nose will ruffle up when you’re concentrating on something.
-Will probably come and visit you at your workplace and you will have to hide him because he’s a literal criminal like jeez Mickey someone can recognize you.
-When hanging out, he’ll ask certain questions about his specific internal workings and then about Leonard and Danny, and then what were your favorite things to learn from medical school. It feels great for someone to be interested in what you know, and even though you will go into a huge rank about certain things and he just stares at you, you know that he cares.
-The poor sweet boy would die inside once you two started to date because you got to kiss his bruises and smaller cuts before continuing on to the bigger wounds and he would play with your hair and curl around you after a hard day at work.
Hello! I just seen your blog from another blog and I really like your imagines. I was wondering if it’s ok to make a request?
Sure! I'm not the best at doing requests but I can certainly try! It also depends on what it is and who's its about

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You should do a list of rottmnt fic writers that you recommend.
(I'm pretty sure I already did this a while back but heyho)
Okay so - You ought to trust me enough to check them out, bc I have exceptional taste:
@purpleplastron - Phoen my beloved
!!! @orange-imagines !!!
@chickenscript
@doctorpanda15
@milkytheholy
@blueberrypossum - It was an honour working beside you when the Mud Dog brain rot was strong
@me
Yes, they're all x reader writers, what of it punk?
I don't read stuff that isn't, but my pal @nostalgiaruinedme here has her crossover series Dagger From the Mirror and if you haven't read it yet what are you still doing here
Loathsome Leonard looks like a Japanese Greaser sort of:
@greaser-wolf AND I TALKED ABOUT LEONARD WEARING THAT TYPE OF CLOTHING AND OOOOFFF DOES MY FACE GET RED
I found this while looking at Google images
Okay but imagine if we did get the mud dogz in suits (except for Danny....always wearing a freaking suit)
All Danny & Leonard want is 2 get some sleep, but a sleeping Mickey isn’t really helping with that.
My inspiration for this is from some Fan-Fictions by @blueberrypossum & @dusky-star about the Mud Dogs sleeping habits & also I don’t know why but I can just see Mickey being the type of being 2 stretch out all over the bed.
Yes. The whole family being a family ❤❤❤❤❤ heckin beautiful man, heackin BEAUTIFUL!!!!
Did I send that last mud dogz scenario to the wrong person oo;/
Probably 😂😂 but if you do have any writing prompts like the last one I will gladly take them!! I'm not the best with scenarios since I'm so use to writing just for Leonard and Danny

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Writing Prompt:
▪︎ How do these men/women smell, taste like? (Your Choice of whom)
▪︎ What sort of scents do you picture them having?
▪︎ How would they taste after a deep kiss?
I love this prompt idea, so I decided to do it with the Mud Dogz! Enjoy!
Loathsome Leonard
He smells like motor oil, hair gel, the smell of hard work, the chill wind of a summer night, a new leather jacket, the fumes of a sizzling gun,
He tastes like hard liquor that warms your blood, the iron seeping into your tongue, the cherry on top of an undone sundae, the taste of ice on your sunny lips, the honeysuckle you licked off the plants when you were a kid,
Scents that you picture when you think of him: Pines covered in rain in a gloomy forest, the night sky with motorbikes roaring in the distance, a simple room with an acoustic guitar and blood splattering the wooden floor like song, sitting in a tree at midnight with a bottle between his fingers and yours in the other.
How would he taste after a deep kiss: You’ve lost your will to breathe because you are lost in the woods, the fog and howls of the animals calling you as he pulls you closer. He is the lantern between the bushes and leaves and you race towards him with your mouth. The fear of the outside world melts away as his warmth consumes you like the puffy air from the back of his motorcycle. The cosmic love behind his actions has your knees wobbling as if there was no dawn or dusk as his hands rain the moon into icy drops upon your back.
Dastardly Danny
He smells like old worn cologne that has aged like wine, cigarettes, the dark roast of bitter coffee, old literature of a dusty library, the perfume and gossip of a theater, the new texture of a suit and the smell of the iron straightening it.
He tastes like the creamy side of coffee, the burning taste mixing in with the blaze of smoke, the apple pie that has cooled down on the window seal with vanilla ice cream.The sad tingle of the violin at the end of a play, how it lingers in your soul as if the band was against your body.
Scents that you picture when you think of him: An abandoned library that has books long and forgotten, yet filled to the brim with knowledge and yearn, a casino that is busy with life and the smell of cigars and intoxicated laughers swimming in your ears like honey,
How would he taste after a deep kiss: As if the stars had fallen from the navy sky and sparked between your lips, the rich taste of their worth caused little noises to escape from your lungs. As if the shadow of your heart was cleaned as his hands dance over your hips. The tips of your fingers were once cold but now sweaty with them dug into his fur. As if you had hit the jackpot of a money machine he had you lifted on the edge of your toes due to his height
Malicious Mickey
He smells like dusted sand from the beach, the cream icicles you buy at a rundown ice cream truck, the palm trees that dance with the wind, fried food from a rundown carnival, burnt sugar on a dessert, anything fruity or deep fried.
He tastes like sugar, coconut water, the exhilaration of exploring and getting caught, the swirl of a smoothie and whipped cream, the aftertaste of sadness, as if happiness was something he swallowed so much that the hint of despair washed between his teeth.
Scents that you picture when you think of him: A deserted beach with the sun setting behind you, the rays consuming your back in heat, a theme park with giggling kids and couples, the end of a bank robbery where the money is dancing in the air like partners at a ball.
How would he taste after a deep kiss: Like fireworks at a fourth of July party, the scent of the coal from the grill and the ash from the sparks surrounding you like a smog. The bitter taste of energy drinks and the days and night he stayed awake with the drug. How the salt of the sea no longer burns your throat but instead it brings the familiar sting. It’s all familiarity when it comes to kissing him, like the sandwich you would eat after swimming, because when he pulls you close in his embrace it’s as if you’ve slowed down time.
MY HOMEBOYS!!!!
I dont know why I love possums so much because they are so cute but ugly at the same time I need one as a pet!