you are at an anime con and are sitting with some of your friends who are in dangan ronpa and off cosplays. suddenly an alarm goes off, repeatedly yelling “UPDATE UPDATE”. people scream and everything goes dark. the light comes back on, every dangan ronpa and off cosplayer suddenly have black shirts with a zodiac sign on them and candycorn colored horns and grey skin
the dangan ronpa and off fandoms never existed
everything was always homestuck
(via roaring-shipper)
The scratches didn’t bother her at all, but the feel of his teeth almost made her shudder.
I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU TRY. I’VE ALREADY FOUND A WEAK SPOT.
Her lips found his and she proceeded to kiss him with more than just a hint of teeth. She bite at his lips roughly and another growl rumbled up from her chest. A hand trailed down from his hair and scratched at his gills.
You growled happily against her lips, your left hand going up her hair and yanking roughly, sucking on her neck as your eyes close for a moment. You shift, suddenly pinning her to the ground and taking her hands in yours more than subtly grinding your hips against hers. A stifled moan eased out as she teased your gills again, looking down at her with hunger in your eyes.
“And I’ll find yours soon enough~”
Jade yelped when she was forced to the ground but it turned into a more pleasured sound as his hips moved against hers. She was, however, pleased at making him sound and aimed to do it again.
MAY THE BEST MAN WIN.
She sat up quickly and ran her tongue along the outsides of the gill slits, dipping in in every so often. Her fingers danced along the curve of of his horns before stopping at the base to rub them roughly.
You groaned at the assault on your gills again, trying to hold back. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of making you sound off, but when her hands go to your horns you let out an involuntary moan, your eyes going white with slight anger as you kissed her chest, tearing at her clothing without care. Your hands pawed roughly at her hips, tearing off her bottoms as quickly as you could, and rolling over now so she was atop you, bucking your hips up, hard bulge pressing against the thin fabric with a smirk.
You smile as your eyes flash white for a moment a dainty cup of tea floating over to her with a simple garnish of lemon. It’s earl grey. You flick on an old sinatra record and idly bobs your leg along with it.
“I must admit I was actually apprehensive in asking you. Once I’m verbally berated by an attractive woman though it sticks with me.”
You draw your elegantly encased pack of cigarettes and offer her one, your purple suspenders standing out well against your black shirt. You stand up slowly and offer her your pack, along with a respectable bow.
“Don’t tell me you’re the type that enjoys being berated”
You can’t help but chuckle dryly, alright, he’s not so bad the encounters have led to laughter. Gently, your fingers grasp the tea cup, an excellent choice right there— well least he has good taste in tea.
“You really are something, aren’t you?”
Since he kindly offered the cigarette, you can at least give him a light. An old case that’s starting to copper is seen in your hand, you light him a cigarette before your own. It’s a bit different from the unusual sickening sweet ones you prefer but none the less pleasant.
“Thank you, I always try to stop but what for anymore?”
“Oh no, I simply enjoy a strong persona. It’s been hard to find such a Lady with spine in the last few centuries.”
You give a light chuckle, brushing a hand through your hair at the compliment, followed by a simple shrug. You couldn’t really answer that. You take a deep drag from your stog, exhaling slowly as a group of violet horses gallop from the smoke and dissipate You give her a sly wink after doing so, almost beckoning her.
“I don’t try to stop. I’m not a quitter Mi’lady. “
Chuckle. You’re a right comedian tonight. Your record jumps over to “I won’t Dance” and you can’t help but shoot her a glance.
You float by through the cosmos having nothing really to discern up from down, and you hold a large poster board with eloquently written text, bearing a simple message.
“I know you can read this.”“Date?”
You continued floating on, nailing the message to the door of the tardis before sliding back inside and waiting in the parlor a warm fire going and an elegant tea set displayed.
Some call it cocky, you call it confidence.
For a moment you want nothing but to clasp your hands over your face and laugh so hard your sides will surely split. Actually, that’s what you do! he is such a cocky little bastard but you admire it. It is refreshing in honesty, you even smile— your black painted lips curled tight as you give in. What is the harm of one friendly date? You’ll humor him, it doesn’t seem like it could hurt.
Within an instant you are there in the parlor room, standing before him. He certainly does give entertainment to this dead universe of yours.
“Your boldness continues to impress me, but the answer to your question is yes. One date couldn’t hurt”
You smile as your eyes flash white for a moment a dainty cup of tea floating over to her with a simple garnish of lemon. It’s earl grey. You flick on an old sinatra record and idly bobs your leg along with it.
“I must admit I was actually apprehensive in asking you. Once I’m verbally berated by an attractive woman though it sticks with me.”
You draw your elegantly encased pack of cigarettes and offer her one, your purple suspenders standing out well against your black shirt. You stand up slowly and offer her your pack, along with a respectable bow.
You float by through the cosmos having nothing really to discern up from down, and you hold a large poster board with eloquently written text, bearing a simple message.
“I know you can read this.”
“Date?”
You continued floating on, nailing the message to the door of the tardis before sliding back inside and waiting in the parlor a warm fire going and an elegant tea set displayed.
Some call it cocky, you call it confidence.
….I remember you.
You raise an eyebrow curiously.
“Interesting… I don’t recall us meeting… Are you positive you haven’t me mixed up with some other devilishly handsome 1600 year old violetblood?”
=>For a moment you stand there, your arms crossed over your chest as you give him a cold look. Cocking an eyebrow out you speak in a very taunting manner to him.
“No, I know you. While lounging in my room I happened to see you and that little blue box of yours going through the galaxy, what was it you said? oh, I think the words were for me to suck it? excellent use of words there, congratulations.”
You stop. Caught. You Put on a sheepish grin, and adjust your bowtie out of nervousness.
“Well you see… I … er…. I wasn’t actually talking to you, there was a dalek cruiser following me in the time vortex, and I just so happened to receive a direct hit to my starboard flank, where I came out of the time vortex and into your view of me mooning them quite callously… ehehe…”
=> Oh, he is amusing. You cock your eyebrow up, your elegant sharp teeth turning in to a grin as you chuckle darkly. You lean in a little, violet eyes glimmering and so close to him your freckles can be seen.
“Your ass isn’t that charming, young man. I hope you do realize that, you where quiet lucky that I was too tired to deal with something like you that day. You have nerve showing your face to me!”
You put on a blank face and sigh now, drawing a psychoactive cigarette from your breast pocket, lighting it, and blowing a large cloud of violet smoke, which transformed into a pack of moths and flew away. You were not scared.
“I Apologised. You were the third party in a two way ass showing. I do apologise again, but I must say I frankly don’t give a damn at this point. Now we can either be friends at this point, or I have to see if I need to change my tie.”
….I remember you.
You raise an eyebrow curiously.
“Interesting… I don’t recall us meeting… Are you positive you haven’t me mixed up with some other devilishly handsome 1600 year old violetblood?”
=>For a moment you stand there, your arms crossed over your chest as you give him a cold look. Cocking an eyebrow out you speak in a very taunting manner to him.
“No, I know you. While lounging in my room I happened to see you and that little blue box of yours going through the galaxy, what was it you said? oh, I think the words were for me to suck it? excellent use of words there, congratulations.”
You stop. Caught. You Put on a sheepish grin, and adjust your bowtie out of nervousness.
“Well you see… I … er…. I wasn’t actually talking to you, there was a dalek cruiser following me in the time vortex, and I just so happened to receive a direct hit to my starboard flank, where I came out of the time vortex and into your view of me mooning them quite callously… ehehe…”
….I remember you.
You raise an eyebrow curiously.
“Interesting… I don’t recall us meeting… Are you positive you haven’t me mixed up with some other devilishly handsome 1600 year old violetblood?”
[If Any of you are in the market for a Male Kanaya, or if you would like to be sassed to death, well… here.]
[I was destined to be a violetblood. or however many shades off this is]
you are my kismesis do i not show you enough hate?
cmere bby let me hate on u ♠
