peeps strip

anonymous asked:

A lot of people seem to think Eridan dyes his hair, but I love the idea that some trolls naturally have hair like that.

me too! eri’s kind of a mutant (hehe ironic considering he is quite castest) 

his grub sprite has the purple streak! i have a white strip in my bangs so maybe it’s kind of like that, just a patch of weird color

YOORAN Week Day 6

NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! We are coming to the end and I am sad!!!!

Sigh….anyway, here is Sleepover for @yooranweek

“It’s really coming down out there!” Saeyoung stared out the window, the sheet of rain was so thick he couldn’t see anything. “Um, I could drive you home Yoosung, but, I think it would be better if you just spent the night.”

“Thanks Saeyoung, you don’t mind do you?”

Saeyoung turned to the blonde, “Of course not! But, I’ve got a lot of work to do, so, you’ll be mostly on your own.”

“Yeah, that’s ok, I’m used to it. I’ll just play LOLOL, or watch some TV if that’s ok.”

“Sure! You know where the Honey Buddha Chips are, help yourself. I’ll bring you a pillow and some blankets so you can sleep on the sofa, I hope you don’t mind. I mean, I guess you can sleep in my bed if you really want to. I won’t be in there for hours.”

“No, the sofa is fine, it’s very comfortable.” Yoosung said, smiling at his friend. “Don’t worry about me.”

Yoosung spent the next few hours trying to play LOLOL on his laptop, but he just couldn’t get into it. His mind kept flitting back to Saeran. He’d been unusually quiet while he was over and eventually he’d shut himself up in his room. Yoosung had asked Saeyoung if he’d done something to irritate Saeran, other than the usual. Saeyoung hadn’t answered right away, chewing on his cheek as he thought, finally telling Yoosung that it was probably better to ask Saeran about it, then refocused on the game they were playing. Yoosung hadn’t pressed it, but he couldn’t let it go. He decided to just try and go to sleep. He’d hoped Saeran would come out of his room, but, he hadn’t heard a peep out of him.

He stripped down to his underwear and socks then slid under the blanket. He could see the rain out of the bunker window. It still came down in sheets, the lightning bright when it shot down from the clouds. Yoosung’s eyelids were heavy and they slid over his eyes as he finally fell asleep.

He shot up suddenly, the thunderclap so loud it sounded like a train was about to run him over. His heart raced and he clutched at it as he tried to catch his breath. Another thunder clap shot through the bunker and Yoosung fell off the sofa. He wasn’t scared he told himself. He was fine. He’d been through plenty of thunderstorms before. But somehow, this one seemed as if it was going to crash through the walls. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed his pillow, hugging it to himself. His eyes were wide and when the next thunder rolled, he ran towards Saeyoung’s bedroom. He burst in, but, the red-head was not in bed. Yoosung whined. He must still be working. He was too embarrassed to run in there and ask him to go to bed so he could cuddle and feel safe.

“Idiot!” he berated himself. If he did that Saeyoung would never let him live it down. “It’s just a stupid thunderstorm!” he shuffled towards Saeyoung’s bed, he’d said he could use it. Maybe if he was in a proper bed, he might not feel so insecure.

Two more crashes of thunder rumbled and Yoosung jumped back, hitting the wall behind him. When the sound died out he ran to Saeran’s room, before he could really think about what he was doing, he opened the door and jumped into bed next to Saeran’s vague form. He wrapped his arm around his waist and buried his head between Saeran’s shoulder blades.

“What the fuck!” Saeran was startled awake, he was very firmly being held. At first, he thought it was Saeyoung messing with him, but then he felt the body pressed against him shivering, and soft sobbing from behind him. He looked down and recognized Yoosung’s delicate wrist, and his hand clutched against his belly. His eyes went wide. Why was Yoosung in his bed? Why was he clutching him close? Saeran closed his eyes and gulped. This was not happening!

Thunder rolled again overhead, the rumble so loud Saeran almost missed the whimper from behind him. He twisted around to face Yoosung and the younger man looked up at him sheepishly, tears in his eyes.

Saeran narrowed his eyes and tried to extricate himself from him. But Yoosung was not letting go.

“Sss…sorry…Saeran…I…I…” the thunder rolled through the air, it felt as if it was rattling the windows. Yoosung hid his head in Saeran’s chest, throwing his leg over Saeran’s and capturing him in a vice like grip.

Fuck, Saeran thought. He wanted to push him away, wanted to throw him out of his room, whatever his reaction to the storm was. But he couldn’t lie to himself. He liked Yoosung in his arms. He liked being able to sooth him, much like Yoosung had soothed him during his anxiety attacks. He brought his hand up and stroked Yoosung’s sweaty hair. He tried to calm his heart. Yoosung was just scared, he wasn’t here because he felt the same way about Saeran as Saeran felt about him.

Saeran sighed, he’d come to terms with the feelings he had for Yoosung. He’d tried to deny them, tried to hide them, tried to push them away, but every time he saw Yoosung, they came flooding back.

Yoosung looked up at him, his amethyst eyes wavering and afraid.

“It’s ok Yoosung, it’s just a storm, you can stay here as long as you need to.” Saeran ran his hand across his cheek, sliding his arm under Yoosung’s head so he could settle on it comfortably.

“Are…are you sure?” Yoosung sniffed. Saeran smiled and nodded, pressing Yoosung’s head against his chest. “Thank you Saeran.” He was muffled against Saeran’s chest. “I…I’m not usually like this. I don’t know why the thunder is affecting me like this.”

“It’s ok, sometimes our bodies do things we don’t want them to.”

Yoosung relaxed against Saeran, acutely aware of his naked skin under his cheek and chest. And, everywhere else. “Um, Saeran?”

“Mmhmm?” his lips were buried in Yoosung’s hair. It smelled of his shampoo, a crisp almost citrusy scent. His fingers ran through the yellow strands, his other hand running up and down Yoosung’s back, his fingers playing on his spine like a piano.

“Are…are you naked?”

Saeran’s eyes flashed open, “Uh, oh, well, yes, I mean, I get really hot, and, uh, well, I….” Saeran’s face was bright red but Yoosung had not let go of him, or he would have slipped out of bed and put something on.

“Right, it’s ok, I surprised you. I…I don’t mind.” Yoosung swallowed, his body breaking out in a cold sweat. “Cc…can I ask you something?” Yoosung pressed against Saeran briefly when another loud crash sounded overhead. Saeran kissed the top of his head and Yoosung sighed into his chest.

“What did you want to ask me?” Saeran prodded.

“Oh, yeah, did…did I do something wrong?”

“What? Why would you ask that?”

“Because, because you’ve been avoiding me.”

“Oh, that.”

“Saeyoung said I should ask you about it, he wouldn’t tell me.”

Saeran took a deep breath, resting his cheek on the top of Yoosung’s head. He wanted to tell him, but, he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. But how much more uncomfortable could he be? He was already snuggled up against his cock, and it was far from soft.

“Yoosung, you didn’t do anything wrong, you never do anything wrong.”

Yoosung pushed away from him so he could look into his eyes, “Then why?”

“Can’t you guess?” Saeran whispered, his mint green eyes wide and fearful.

“Do…do you like me?” Yoosung breathed, his hands felt clammy, waiting for the answer. He knew which one he wanted to hear. He’d realized how he felt about Saeran a while back, but thought that he would never find someone like him interesting enough to want to be with. He was just a kid, a stupid, naïve, gullible kid with no idea about his future.

“Yes.” Saeran barely opened his mouth to let the word out.

“Really?” Yoosung bit his lower lip, his nails digging into Saeran’s skin.

Saeran nodded and Yoosung grinned. He moved his hand to Saeran’s cheek.

“I like you too.”

Saeran licked his lips and stared into Yoosung’s lavender eyes, frozen. He wanted to kiss him. He wanted to lean in and claim those pink lips as his own, but he hesitated. Yoosung was very aware of all the skin to skin contact, his underwear being the only barrier between them. He blushed and buried his head in Saeran’s chest once more.

“I…I didn’t think you would ever like someone like me.” Yoosung whispered. The hair in the back of Saeran’s neck stood on end at the warm breath Yoosung was expelling across his exposed flesh.

“Someone like you?” Saeran asked, making circles with his finger on Yoosung’s back.

“Yeah, you know, a nobody, naïve, and gullible. You’re so tough, and scary sometimes, and really edgy.”

Saeran laughed, and Yoosung’s blush brightened. Was Saeran laughing at him?

“Yoosung.” Saeran tilted his head so he could look into his eyes. “I’m not tough at all, I’m always scared, everything out there scares me. It isn’t just Saeyoung that keeps me here, I’m too scared to step into the real world, I’ve never been a part of it. I don’t understand it. And to me you are so very brave, a lot braver than me, and you’re not a nobody. You make me feel safe, and you have no idea how much that means to me. How much you mean to me. You’re so full of light, why would you want to be with someone that will only drag you into the darkness?” his eyes brimmed with tears and they began to flow over his cheeks.

Yoosung’s lip quivered and his heart pounded. Could Saeran hear it? Could he feel it?

“I can share it with you. My light, I’ll make it burn bright enough for us both. I promise.”

Saeran couldn’t help but smile at how earnest Yoosung looked. There had been several loud thunder claps overhead while they had been speaking, but Yoosung had not reacted to them in the least.

“I’d like that.” Saeran’s voice quavered and he sniffled, trying to stop his crying.

Yoosung wondered at how they had ended up like this. Yoosung was usually the one that ended up sobbing. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed the trail down to his chin. They were so close, their breath mixing. Saeran closed the distance between them and pressed his salty lips against Yoosung’s. They were as soft as he imagined them to be. Soft and pliant. Their breathes became heavier, their chests heaving against each other, Saeran pulled Yoosung over him and Yoosung straddled Saeran, kneeling to either side of Saeran.

They smiled at each other and Saeran continued to run his hand down Yoosung’s back and over his ass. Yoosung hummed and glued their lips together once more. The thunder shook the windows but Yoosung was beyond hearing it. His body thrummed with Saeran’s touch.

He was flushed as he felt Saeran’s semi hard cock. He couldn’t believe how assertive he had been with Saeran. Yoosung had never done anything like this, but he couldn’t stop himself. Maybe Saeran was right, sometimes your body did things you had no control over.


Saeyoung finished his work around three in the morning. He walked itno the living room to grab some water and check on Yoosung. He was rubbing his eyes, attempting to hold back a yawn, but failing miserably. He tried to be quiet, so he wouldn’t wake him up. When he peeked over the sofa, there was nothing there but the blanket he had given Yoosung to sleep on. He looked around, but there was nowhere else Yoosung could have picked to sleep. Scratching his head he guessed maybe Yoosung had taken him up on sleeping on his bed. Grabbing the water, he headed towards his room.

He opened the door quietly, but as he approached the bed, it was clear Yoosung was not in it. He was beginning to get worried. He decided to check Saeran’s room. Saeyoung had begun to worry about Saeran’s feelings for Yoosung. To Saeyoung, they were clear, but Yoosung was oblivious. He’d spoken to Saeran, suggesting that he tell Yoosung how he felt, but it had ended up in an argument with Saeran stating that he was not good enough for someone like Yoosung. Saeyoung had told him that it was up to Yoosung to decide that, not Saeran. Saeran had shoved past him and slammed his bedroom door shut, they had not spoken about it since.

He opened the door slowly as well and was stunned to see the two wrapped in each other’s arms, Yoosung’s head on Saeran’s chest and they looked like they were both naked. Saeyoung’s eyes flew wide and he had to resist the urge to fly into the room and jump on the bed. He backed up and closed the door.

Morning time would be early enough to start teasing them. He grinned, happy for his brother and his best friend.

You Go, Glen Coco - er, Kotal Kahn

Mileena: Can I just say that, by Shao Kahn’s decree, I am the rightful ruler of Outworld, and that some of us have been made victims?!
Kotal Kahn: Very well … let us put it to vote. (Turns to everyone) How many of you have ever felt personally victimised by Mileena?
*Everyone raises their hands, with Erron Black’s wounded hand raised the highest*