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A List of Questions about Blorbos (No Longer Accepting)

I answered all of them so they are beneath the cut to avoid a long post on dash! :)

20 - What's something they do absentmindedly that their partner (if they have one) finds adorable

33 - What's their favorite room in their home (if they have one)? (Looooved this one)

34 - What do they taste like when kissed?

Thanks, choom!!! Soft OC asks from here! 🧡

20. What's something they do absentmindedly that their partner (if they have one) finds adorable?

Answered this one here! 🫶💙

33. What's their favorite room in their home (if they have one)?

I love this one too! Beyond the brief period when she stayed with Jackie and Mamá Welles, Vesper’s never lived in a place that was bigger than a tent or an open apartment, which don’t really have distinct rooms. That said, her favourite room in Joss’s trailer is definitely the kitchen. It’s the hub of the Ward-Kutcher home, where the family gathers at mealtime; dinners with River and his family remind her a little of being back with the clan. Some of her favourite memories of Night City took place in that kitchen, she’ll always think of it fondly.

River’s bedroom is also a sanctuary, a little slice of peace and safety in the chaos of the city.

34. What do they taste like when kissed?

Ooooh tough question! I’m not sure she really tastes like anything in particular. She doesn’t use flavoured lip balms or glosses or anything like that. Maybe cigarettes, thanks to Johnny’s craving for them seeping through to her? (She was only ever a casual social smoker before the relic, but while Johnny’s in her head she catches herself lighting up throughout the day without even thinking about it.) Or stale beer, if she’s been drinking. Oh, and coffee! She prefers it black with just a dash of synmilk (when it’s available) to cut through the bitterness. She’s not a coffee addict (or a coffee aficionado like River), but she’ll drink it any time of the day or night when she needs the boost.

So cigarettes, coffee and stale beer.

Well, if you know me you'll be aware I suck at promoting myself, but this year finally decided to do something fair for my time and all the love I throw into what I do. So, here we go.

● Finally made decent Commission Tiers in Ko-fi So if you're interested in those, I made a quite wide range of options. (Don't forger to check the "Add-on's" if you're looking for something extra)

● My INPRINT gallery is finally updated with most of my latest illustrations:

● And got myself a Patreon to share all the raunchy stuff Tumblr and the other 55 social media platforms I have tried hate so fervently.

I won't be just sharing NSFW in there, but also occasional lessons and tips, polls, and the processes behind comic and illustration creation. (Besides early access to finished stuff.) Both from fandom and my original projects. Like this one: The Guardian’s Mirror — Composition Process (That's a public post so don't worry about tiers to see it. I also included the full timelapse as attachment) Or this 10 pages NSFW comic of Athios and Astarion "Welcom home, godless lover" (Both tiers can access this one.)

send me   ‘ mistletoe ’   for my muse’s response to being underneath mistletoe with your muse.   specify whether it’s accidental or on purpose.

Dirt was well aware of how protective Revna was of those he cared about. One might even say territorial. Though Halsin was not a monogamous man, Dirt still tried to be respectful.

(at least when Revna was around)

Tonight however, he was quite surprised to find the lovely creature approaching him--before he can speak, mistletoe blooms overhead. Its berries are a ripe red and the leaves already laden with dew. Revna's gorgeous horns glint under the pale moonlight.

Dirt's brows raise in surprise and they lick their lips. ❝Revna...❞ Dirt breathes. He is cautious at first, knowing that mistletoe was poisonous. Was this a thinly veiled threat? But when he sees the glint in Revna's eyes, his heart rate settles and he offers him a wry little smile.

❝May I?❞ he asks gently. He reaches and gently takes Revna's chin in his hand

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

The clinking of bottles was a welcome noise to their otherwise silent trek uphill. The occasional chirp of birds or rushing water coupled with the clinking was like nature's symphony. Relief had flooded the party's senses after they had successfully cured the Shadowcursed lands and once they had set up camp, everyone had retreated to their own tents to rest. As Dirt pauses for his companion to catch up and make camp, he quirks a brow, alert and reaching for his dagger.

❝Not strange, my friend but perhaps concerning,❞ replies Dirt. The annoyance from Revna is palpable and oddly enough, deters Dirt from their defensive stance. He looks to Revna inquisitively.