Hey baby que paso? I thought I was your only vato~ = v=/~ Ello Jalapeño Cat~
ooc; Psh, watcha talking about? You’re my only pinchi vato ‘till the end of times <3 my only fisshyy fisshhhh ~
◓ Red didn’t know what to do with that man munching on his cheeks, and involuntary ended up doing a small noise when the other left some teeth marks on his pale skin. It was not of Red’s nature do leave others to do as they pleased, but this man acted as if he could do anything, even though they never met before, and it was so strange that the raven ended up having no reaction.
Gilded irises surveilled the tension he’s began to feel on the trainer’s body. In all sense of the word, it was a display average eyes wouldn’t be able to perceive, not at first sight. Each scrape his teeth did on the young’s skin wasn’t calculated, that would’ve been a total waste of time. He was focused on his reactions. When receiving response like that quiet noise the other did, made his misplaced attempts completely worth it. The right corner of his lips curved with such devious amusement it wasn’t hard to figure out he was pleased. “Is it any good?” The shadow teased with a murmur, following the shape of his face until the end of his jawline, where teeth would start burying slowly, in a carefully enjoyable manner. Eyes, however, remained completely fixed on his victim, whose lack of reaction only pushed the german forward to insist more.
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"…it’s aoba." he’s not too sure where the hell their conversation has gone (or why it was there in the first place), but at least something came out of it. sort of. "you are?"
“Call me Van.” He grins. And that’s probably everything he’ll share, for the rest he’ll say, involving some truth in it will be quite dubious. The shadow’s not fond of initiating something beyond names these days, and there’s so little need in knowing ‘bout this guy… Yet, boredom pushes him anyways. “So, is being bullied by parrot men a thing in this town or just a preference of yours?” Plus, being annoying to others is a good way to get rid of it.
Are you gonna do any art?
»> Out of character: Ok, so here’s what’s going on and not even gonna put it under a read more ‘cuz I think we’re all mature enough to deal with this straight up—
I love this character, what I’ve done with it and everything related to it. I love doing art, what I’ve accomplished and I’m grateful for all the practice I got out of keeping this blog and the asks you guys sent me. But as much as my adoration comes and involves this blog and pleasing you guys, I’m not gonna make a living out of it: I don’t get paid for maintaining this blog, neither for doing free fanart/requests.
And believe me, after spending more than 12 hours every day doing art (to get a decent amount of money that allows me to pay my daily needs such as food, services and few mundane delights) the least thing I wanna do at the end of the day is grab a pen and art again. I’m not complaining, I love my job and I love living out of something I can do fairly well, but I’m not gonna come here as often as I used to when I was jobless. I gotta now pay for my stuff, or else I get kicked out to the streets.
I’m gonna come here to have fun with my friends, and perhaps meet a new couple of faces (and hell, smile like a dork at those loyal followers likes and reblogs <3). I’m gonna come here and do art when I have the time and mental/physical disposition to do so, and I’m gonna do it ‘cuz I’d still love this blog to live. So: am I gonna do any art? Yeah, I will keep on doing art ‘till the day I die. Am I gonna post some Vanitas art soon? That will depend on my mood and my free time.
Besides, Vanitas’ not my main muse anymore, and I wanna wander on another fandoms
since most Kingdom Hearts stuff still feels a little triggering for me after all the bad stuff I got from it. So yeah, sorry to disappoint you all, but not even gonna bother ‘cuz unlike many people in tumblr, I don’t strive for followers or fame. This is a space where I want to enjoy my lame writing and being the derp I actually am outside the screen.
Thanks for asking, though, ‘cuz I really wanted to clear this out since I noticed lots of people starting to following me again. Now that it is, I feel a lot better, and I hope you guys understand this position of mine. Otherwise, sorry, but not even gonna bother in reasoning further XD;;
As always, followers and unfollows are totally welcome <3
Well that certainly wasn’t what Yu had expected. For a moment, Yu idly stood there, his hand rested upon his hip, before he felt something suddenly shove into the back of his jeans. His whole body froze for a moment, and he turned his head back, his eyes met with a male he’d met just days before.
“Erm… Can I help you?”
“Eh~ Maybe you can… Who knows~” The shadow faintly made a shoulder gesture, placing the cigarette off his mouth into the ground and smashing it with his heel. “So what happened?” He mockingly chortled, hands reaching above and digits stroking the soft fur of the perked ears. “Sort of woke up one day and they just sprouted out of nowhere?” Insisting on his questioning perhaps was more of a distraction to get to rub the pair of curious kittenish feats.
An aggravated sigh left him, ” Don’t go bullshitting me. You know damn well you can’t fly with that thing…”
If this man kept this up he wouldn’t hesitate on throwing a tomato at him, sooner or later. For now he’ll just try to annoy him since he had nothing better to do for the time being, plus, it was fun messing with Vanitas’s other versions of himself.
Let’s see, what could he poke at him about. Hmm, ” Your hair is atrocious.”
Oh of course, he’ll start with his hair.
"Psh… Why would you think that? That’s like-… My least favorite thing to do." It’s not like he has actually tried in the very first place. And if so the other was right, why would he ask such a thing. The shadow simply let it flow…
"Oh, you noticed?" A grin soon draws on his features, passing a hand over soft spiky locks. "Gotta love it, the intention’s just great, isn’t it?" He brags, considering the topic quite flattering. "We’re in the same wave length, I can see it." He points as his own face, fingers tracing imaginary lines where the other’s facial marks are. "Your make up speaks to me."
"parrots aren’t usually black, are they?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "i don’t know what damn breed he is, but he’s annoying like a parrot, that’s for sure. maybe you’ll think differently—who knows."
At first he mildly shrugs. He’s seen chickens the size of a basketball player and dealt with all those body adaptions of his own, trapped in a world where he thought would never get out… And just recently, men with cat ears poking out of their hair. Black parrots wouldn’t be a great addition to his collection, in all sincerity. “I’ll be sure to do. Thanks for the advice… Uhm-…” He draws a hand closer to his chin. “What was your name again?”
" You used an umbrella to ruin the fun. Don’t tell me that you fly with that stupid thing too?" he muttered, his onyx hues focused on him as well. Oh, there was a much deeper reasoning behind his actions, but he wasn’t going to go into detail, especially when it might get him into trouble.
"Oh? Did I ruin the fun? How distasteful of me… My apologies." His glance idly traveled up, showing clear disinterest, though it might be his attention span failing to focus long onto the other. He made the umbrella twirl in its place. How he’s managed to react in time to avoid being hit by a tomato still remained as a complete mystery. "Fly?" Seemed like a tricky question to him. "I might, yeah." A complete lie, but baby steps towards annoying the other seemed like the best path of action right now.