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SAM!!!!! SAMUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[CECIL YOU KNOW KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO WHEREVER SAMMY IS. NO BIG DEAL.]
IT CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SAM!!!!! SAMUEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[CECIL YOU KNOW KICKS DOWN THE DOOR TO WHEREVER SAMMY IS. NO BIG DEAL.]
IT CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Pre-Strex Kevin for Desert Bluffs Day of PoC Night Vale Week
I wanted to draw sO much more than this but it’s 12 am and fuck no
Warning: eye strain (bright colors) I’d rather you not reblog my art than remove the warning, thank you.
petition for Joseph Fink to upload the bloopers from recording Welcome to Night Vale and call it Welcome to Night Fail
Savio has an affinity for many instruments, but his favourite would have to be the trumpet.
Drew up that dumb butt Savio in world history but I’m p sure I got his hair wrong oh well just take it
x INHumAN HAPPY NOISES
these tags are gold, and no one can tell me otherwise
Click for full image;
mind it’s a little ‘saucy’, i mean, considering he’s in thigh-highs, heels, and booty-shorts, yea
it’s a little bit on the nsfw side
“Oh good,” he hummed, “I love consequences.” He stopped right in front of Savio, pausing for a long moment. Then he stole a short kiss, reaching around and simultaneously grabbing his boyfriend’s ass and dragging him forward so that their hips met.
"Oooh," he groaned low, his voice like a purr, "You might not like what I've planned." And for that moment, Savio played the defense team, but there were no defenses, not really. It was all just a bluff on his part; he didn't mind at all that Kevin left his mouth with only a chaste kiss before touching his ass again.
What did surprise him was being driven forward just so, which elicited a noise from Savio, only to be followed by a grumbling. "You really don't know how to behave yourself, do you?" he inquired with arms moving up around Kevin's neck while he brushed the tip of their noses together. As much as he'd love to grind Kevin into pleasure, and whisk him away, he knew it would be so much sweeter to keep him wanting, and thus pulled his hips away.
"Maybe I should help you with that," he grinned while his fingers began to tangle themselves into the back of Kevin's hair.
"Hello! Just give me one moment to…" Carlos made a face as he tried to quickly scribble down the last bit of information onto the notepad attached to the clipboard in his hands. "Hi, hello, how can I help you?"
He waited while Carlos finished, only to be greeted two more times, but he understood. The scientist(or doctor?) was busy, and instead of focusing on the greetings moved onto the subject of help. However when their eyes met, Savio, for just a moment, thought he was faced with a mirror.
"I-..." He moved his hands into his pockets, half expecting this new-found doppelganger to do the same, but to no avail. He was not simply a reflection. "Sorry, right- Uhm... Help.
"I was wondering if you-... Sorry, no, I can't, I'm much more pressed to figure out who you are now. I'm Savio. Savio Miles." Then he held out a hand to the Scientist.
He gasped and pulled his hand away, still keeping Savio’s eyes covered. “Oooowww," he whined, feigning pain. "Savio, that huuurrrt.."
"Yea, and there's more where that came from if you don't stop covering my eyes too." He huffed, tilting his head back to snap his teeth at Kevin's other hand now.
"RUDE."
Sticks his tongue out at Savio and crosses his eyes, then moves to cover the other’s eyes with one hand and pinch his lips closed with the other.
“No. You don’t get to talk either. Your voice is as stupid as your face.”
"Oh, that's attractive," he snorted with a half-grin, but suddenly his vision was lost under a hand, and his mouth clamped shut. "Kevin," he scoffed, or he tried through the pinch of his lips. Once he pulled away, he very tenderly, but quickly bit his hand.
Today’s definition of hilarious irony brought to you by the Italy Pavillion.
M U S E :
"Good m o r n i n g, Desert Bluffs."
M U N :
Looking at everything with a scrutinizing glare, very concerned. Still waking up.