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I'm better now this is pretty much expected when I vent stuff on the internet instead of going to an actual therapist (next month for sure) or talk to any of my friends about it- I just don't wanna bother any of them

I also know I'm supposed to be apathetic to that kind of stuff do not feed the trolls and all that- It's not sage for me to show it affected me but I don't think I'm on the right kind of mind right now to show apathy

The dishes are clean now and my room is in better state. I opened the windows so there's fresh air around and all that

I may make this comic someday but idk when

Starts with Snaps and Kelek at the end of a date and walking down the street. Snaps shoes are untied and Kelek ends up stepping on one of his laces (which he may have done on purpose).

So Kelek’s like “omg snaps ur the worst with tiring ur shoes” and is just. He’s not great at not being suspicious. Especially when he just kinda grins at the look Snaps gives him.

So he’s like “here I got this joke, you should read it to me while I tie your shoes” and a moment later Snaps gets a text with said joke. Kelek’s obviously prepared.

I imagine him just having the stupidest sneaky kitty face. And Snaps obviously knowing something’s up but plays along anyway.

He sent Snaps a version of this very long winded joke. Link

When Snaps is done and possibly snorts bc of what a dumb fucking joke that was he is met with Kelek also laughing and then promptly

Honking him right in the dick

Before scurrying away. In the time it took Snaps to read the joke (and willfully ignore Kelek ‘tieing his shoes’) Kelek has changed into one of his ‘play’ outfits.

He slaps his ass and tells Snaps he bet he can’t catch him and takes off.

When Snaps gives chase he prompty falls face first into the perfectly placed backpack Kelek left behind to make sure Snaps didn’t actually get hurt in the fall.

Kelek did tie his shoelaces! … together :3

Snaps belongs to @didderd; these are my own thoughts and takes :)

There was a bitter sharpness that came with the meeting her lips. Never could the remnants of sweet ever be confused with this familiar bite that danced between the mesh of their mouths. He was getting a certain and distinct taste of alcohol in it's glory made from the lands of love and ice. Whereas for many it allows a sea of merriment to be dipped into, for an illusive haze to be the grounds for the mind to swim ceaselessly upon..

Thoma held no damn idea of any of those applied to her. Again, always a mystery as their friction made them destined to spike and clash against the other.

Somewhere within that infernal pit of his being does recognition of it all return. How they often found themselves like this, a tangle of limbs, the concentration where arguments die fresh upon their tongues and curses become a symbol of adoration. He's not foolish enough to believe that she's in no lack of control. From their meeting to her solitary indulgence in that drink, it all comes to a head once they find themselves tangled in such a way.

He chases the pleasure as within moments he has Tem pressed up against a nearby wall, caring little how it rattles the old histories set in pictures on it's sanctity. Right now, she was the focus and the intensity of their kiss being the flame he intends to boundlessly add kindle into.. As their lips mesh with soft smacks, particular grazes that draw such an exultant flash of delight up the spine, Thoma brings no hesitation in prying open that pretty mouth to indulge in her bitterness that much more.

As a hand finds itself sweeping across the expanse of her hair to the side, angling her head, ensuring that she'd position well for their tongues to meet in a heated battle of their own was inevitable. A secretive desire to wrench away the sweetness noises from those fierce lips burned in the back of his mind, the many ways he loves to indulge her as much the same is made upon him. Devour her stubbornness, her danger, let these feelings be the very guide that allowed a hand to traverse her well built side as it falls down to her hip. A thumb would snag into the hem of her pants, a low groan rumbling steady within his throat once those frustrated hands grasped fistfuls of either his hair or the back of his jacket, serving as fuel for the very hunger that intended to embrace its share of delight with her. Betwixt the lidded nature of his eyes, those sharp jade irises would stare with certainty upon her figure as one thought comes to light. "It tastes better with you balancing it--" The kiss begins anew with even higher vigor. One new memory would be situated in this tea house.

thank you all so much for being here