#ya probably

do y’all… do yall see it?

these are the characteristic multiple setae (part of the sporophyte of a moss, the thing that produces and dispenses the spores) of the Plagiomnium medium and the gorgon, probably it’s vorpal gun

maybe i’m just too deep into the lancer brainworms but maybe… but maybe…

especially since the HORUS mechs are specifically called out to be a mix of biological and mechanical stuff, and i know most HORUS pattern-types lean into the more fleshy icky gross part of organic but also what if they don’t have to solely have that kind of organic? why not other biota!

Making out - Suna

A/N: I’ve never written for Suna before and ngl I barely know his character but I hope this is alright! This is where I learn I can’t write short stuff

As part of the thirst mini-event

Suna:

Suna had been sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone for what seemed like hours. Every time you tried to get his attention, he’d settle for giving you a hum, then focusing back on his phone. Your neediness was getting the best of you though, especially by the way his legs were spread slightly and how his arm rest over the back of the seat, lifting his shirt just enough to see his skin. 

With a huff, you stood up and started tidying around the living room - anything to take your mind off him. Standing in front of him by the coffee table, you bent over to clean up the scattered magazines that lay there. Little did you know, Suna’s attention had snapped away from his phone to a much more magnificent sight in front of him. The way your skirt flipped up at the back to give him a perfect view of your red underwear and delicate skin had him entranced; he could already feel his dick twitch beneath his sweatpants. 

You stood up and was about to move to a different spot of the living room when Suna grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him with a desperate force. Loosing your balance, you fell on his lap, straddling his legs. Your short skirt did little to cover the tops of your thighs, and his hand that settled on your leg inched closer and closer to the edge of the seam. 

“What do you think you’re playing at?” He teased, one brow raised as he watched you become flustered, opening and closing your mouth trying to find something to say. 

“I wasn’t doing anything, I was just tidyin-” you tried to defend yourself, but his lips colliding with yours cut you off. With one hand on the back of your head, laced in your hair, he guided you impossibly close to him, licking at your lips and gently bit down. As you gasped quietly, he took the opportunity to slide his warm tongue, tangling with yours. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t pull your head back from his, but the way his other hand kneaded at your skin so close, yet so far to your centre and how his lips firmly moved against yours had you melting further into his touch. 

The hand on your thigh worked its way up to your waist, gripping tightly and dragging you closer to him. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips at the way his half-hard cock grazed over your clothed slit, to which he let out a chuckle. 

Your noses knocked together as you kissed him; your pace was held in his control - fast but firm, leaving you little chance to catch a breath. Clenched tightly, your hands gripped at his shirt for some sort of stability. You felt like you were drowning in him, but your fingers continued to wind tighter to keep you close. Every sense was filled by him, particularly the sound of your wet lips smacking together and the short, hasty pants that left both of you. 

He quickly pulled away far enough to look at your flushed face. Your lips were red and swollen, glistening from his spit, sending a smirk to his face. “Don’t tease me Princess, you know you’ll just get it worse.”

@saracatherinehook: i think the button that says “invite”

Kuro: It's me.

Misono: It's me.

Sakuya: It's me.