Some Makorin for the soul, (wow my art is getting more and more lazy)
Also, i’m praying for you Sousuke…
I think some people call it “Free!some” or “Marinka”, Sousuke.
"I feel his skin starting to press into to mine, our bodies coming closer and closer to each other. It’s hot… no, not just hot, it’s searing. His hands wind around my back and pull me off the wall. His lips part with mine and I can’t breathe. I’m not even sure if I can remain standing. What am I doing? My hands finally move and I slide one hand up his back, over his neck, and stop on the back of his head, letting my fingers get lost in his black hair. I’m not thinking clearly, I’m definitely hung over, or maybe I’m just… going with the moment? I’ll think of an excuse later; I tell myself that as I pull him back in and return the kiss. His lips just feel too good against mine, they just fit perfectly, and I can tell that he thinks so too."
Greyhound being read a scary story
DEATH IS ON ITS WAY, HUMAN.
Can I cuddle Death and give Death chin scritches and kisses?
SCRITCHES CANNOT POSTPONE THE INESCAPABLE FATE ORDAINED TO YOU, HUMAN, HOWEVER THEY MAY EARN YOU PURRS AND LOVERUBS
You know i discovered that i like drawing Sousuke caught in Makorin hell
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