#krojibbed

Memories involving Tia were always ... weird. He’d always brushed her off as a crazy baby sitter before he knew she was Hera, interfering with his life and trying to make him be a hero. 

Now, he was rewatching one of his most prominent memories of her, in which she was singing in a language he hadn’t understood as a baby, while she tucked him into the fireplace. The fire had been warm, and Leo’s young mind had simply thought it was a cozy little bed. He didn’t burn, just cooed and settled down for a nap in the warm orange-y blankets. 

Link couldn’t tell if this person had been changed by this place or not- he knew that there had been some strange-looking people back in that island, but he didn’t know if this person had been one of them or not... this place was confusing. Really confusing.

But, it seemed like they were doing some sort of art! Link enjoyed art too, with his notepads and crayons and things like that. So the young beastkin approached the artist, visibly curious.

“Are you-- is that, no, what is that?” It looks a little bit like blood, but Wolf isn’t sure, and not too willing to find out in an accusation sort of way. After all, she doesn’t know much about trolls. Mysteries of that sort really shouldn’t be solved without proper thought being taken. 

Wolf tightens her grip on her dog’s leash, and blinks a few times, persistent in her expression.

Sure, taking a shortcut through alleys offers some dangers, but it’s not anything she hasn’t encountered in Daath before. If push comes to shove, the super tough Anise can just deliver a wicked kick to the ankles! What she ends up coming across, however, is somewhat less threatening.

“Eh...” With a small twist of the head, there’s a small wrinkle of the nose to accompany it. Well...dumpster-diving isn’t the weirdest thing she’s seen, at least...even if it is kinda gross. Those arms looks oddly grey, though. Must be the light.

“Hey, hey....isn’t it way too dirty in there? Unless you’re looking for something...”

can’t keep those fangs to himself || accepting

@krojibbed​ sent: 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice 💞 for a dip kiss

you have always been disturbingly good at keeping your liquor. for it to really have an effect on you nowadays you have two options: smoke a bunch of weed or drink enough to kill a small, malnourished human. the edible seemed more than ideal before coming over, but it has been taking a while to really kick in.

it seemed like a fun idea when charun asked you to come over and model for their figure drawing. you knew you had to be naked, which is what really sealed the deal for you. after disrobing you first get the idea to leave your cellphone propped up with some surprisingly elegant music. you don’t even give them a chance to ask.

LANQUE: I usually just Write, but I knoW the right music can really get my inspiration floWing. LANQUE: ...But you really haVe to roll With it. Just one quick dance and I’ll let you haVe your Way With me.

the drunk high combined with the fine strings trick you into pulling charun into an admittedly lazy waltz. you’ve never really learned how to do it before, but a part of you always wanted to try at some point. you chuckle without thinking about it, taking the occasional bold steps and making any excuse for extra physical contact that you can. this particular composition is only about three minutes, but you squeeze as much stupid fun out of it as you can. 

you spin them near the end of the song, completing with a dip, and of course a deep kiss on the lips.

Pokemon (the series) starters

He was staring a little too much. After this ruckus with some obvious clash of interests, it was a given that not everyone would get along with... themselves. Akira knew for a fact his own normal self would reject the devilman. So that is why he could not help himself in this situation.