𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘩𝘴 . ⚖︎ ⋆ 𝐑.𝐇.𝐄.𝐀. 𝘋𝘐𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙔 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐈 . ‘ 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦́𝘴 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴 . ’ ⨾

< * casting a shadow over him , trunk - like limbs encircle smaller ’ s torso && deftly lift him to rest against her shoulder . > floor time ’ s up , cielito .

RT @HASHICHOR: ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀Beautiful morning , is it not ? ⠀⠀⠀

< * playful musing , fingertip lingering on honeyed pout ’ s valley . > 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 , querida on how well your fingers fit under my holster straps . ♡

< * grumbling . seems a little less in edge , but she ’ s still checking him for any remnants of pain && focusing on cleaning sanguine splatter from porcelain flesh . > an actual demon . . ? < * curious glance , >

with 𝘸𝘩𝘰 , c . fuck happened to my baby ?

< * quiet sniffing … > . . . you get into a fight ?

? are you injured ?? let me see ,

⫘⫘⫘ 𝔬 𝔬 𝔠 ⫘⫘⫘ ; qui’s going back to sleep soon im getting stuff from her DMs <3

RT @pinnedneedIes:

⫘⫘⫘ 𝔬 𝔬 𝔠 ⫘⫘⫘ ; need to remember to collect all my friends’ art before deactivating next time ….brbz

< * torn between smitten giggles when the angel croons endearments && disapproving sounds of protest at ill-earned self critique . the resulting sound ’ s a flustered half - growl muffled under her 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 . > ¿ nadie ? . . . ¿ ahora soy nadie ?

< * the hydraulics bolstering her armored suit ’ s joints 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘴𝘴 as a shifting thumb triggers pressure release , bringing xo ’ closer for a better vantage point . as a gloved paw fishes for their pocketknife , > y ’ ever used a multitool before ?

< * yanking a melon - sized glove off to wrap much gentler fingers around their jaw ’ s cusp , smushing lips closed against a sizable palm . > probably the craziest shit i 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 heard you say , cielito . never thought you ’ d have a bad take ,

@HVYM3T4L / / it corrupted on my end 🦭

< * 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 grumpy bulldog face , > 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 ?? mi bebé bonito, ¿ 𝘧𝘦𝘰 ?

if it were me , i ’ d be too enamored to burst into flames … some people get all the luck 💔

skill issue .

“ borrowed . you belong to whatever organism gets t ’ your corpse first . ” back to threading shells ; this time around , their movements prove more resolute . not letting this esoteric imp distract her from the task at hand , “ no tienes nada que hacer , acusándome así . ”

< * vigorously shaking dust from their head , setting shells && glass beads to frantic chiming . > g ’ morning .ᐟ

@WASMANlA < * ö ! > righ’ naow ? < * don ’ t need to tell him twice —- already set to gnawing on the end of a cheap polymer tube , >