#nekoka

As for you saying you’ve been writing this character since 2015, well, I wasn’t even on tumblr in 2015 lmao I do not know you and your oc, have not known you, and after this, do not care to.

"ouch  !"  he  inhales  sharply  as  her  fangs  break  through  skin,  a  hand  rising  to  push  against  her  forehead,  but  she  doesn't  budge.  if  anything,  she  doubles  down  and  bites  harder.  it  makes  him  laugh,  eyes  flashing  dangerously  at  the  challenge  before  he's  leaning  in  to  bite  her  back.

“no you’re not.” his tone implies there is no room for arguing, but he knows callie. she’ll never be one of those obedient females who takes orders from others without complaint. it’s something he thought he liked about her, however in this very moment he wishes she would just listen to him for once and not drag this out into a fight. his weapons were laid out on a table, he looked over each one debating on which ones to take. “it’s not safe. he’s an old god who is deathless.” he looks up from his weapons to meet callie’s gaze. “his power knows no bounds. he imprisons women.” his voice deepens, his hazel eyes turning dark. “if he somehow got to you..” azriel shakes his head as if he could rid the thoughts and goes back to looking over his weapons. “well it doesn’t matter because you’re not going.” azriel knows if koschei did somehow get ahold of her and put her under one of his spells there would be no one to break it. he would not be able to save her and that thought terrified him to his very bones. “if you need another reason, i was given an order from my high lord and lady to not go. do you realize what that means if i’m caught? if you are caught with me?” his shadows, dark and cold, coiled around him almost protectively. as if they too understood the gravity of the situation. azriel hadn’t planned on telling callie his plans about visiting the continent to spy on koschei for a few days. it was simply out of respect he had told her. if something were to happen to him, whether it was there or if he was caught by rhysand, he wanted callie to know why. he didn’t want to leave her left wondering. he began strapping on the weapons. azriel was confident he wouldn’t be caught, he’s been doing this for centuries and has never been caught. but there were still formalities he liked to take care of just in case. “i have every intention of returning, but if i don’t, if something happens you’ll be taken care of. i promise, callie.” it was nesta he entrusted her well being with. after all she was the one who introduced him to callie, he knows she’ll take her in. he didn’t relay the details to nesta, he simply gave her a piece of paper sealed in an envelope and told her to open it if he doesn’t send word in a certain amount of time.

WIP kuroaka saved my life

“Oi Callie-san...” Ookami approached the girl. His fierce feline eyes always gave off a wave of intimidation to people he talked to. It was something he couldn’t help, but he never let it stop him from talking to people. “I don’t know if it’s your’s or somethin’. But I found some dog hair in the dormroom this morning. Ya ain’t sheddin’ are ya?” His ears lifted up, eagerly waiting a response. 

probably mari cuz she’s funny n cute and kotori too cuz she’s relatably air-headed

轟焦凍 「....Hello.」 For some reason, a lot of people in Class 1A wanted Shouto to speak to the student named Callie. He merely stared at her before speaking up, which was a bit outside of his character...perhaps.

        a white flash appears at his feet,     fur brushing over his leg before jumping back.     eyes fixed on him with the same abject blandness that settled in all animals,    met with a glare from the setter    (    if his people skills were bad,    his reputation with animals was perhaps even worse   --   if that was even possible.    ).      he looks up for an owner,    someone to rescue him from the animal that seemed intent to sit before him.