捉一鱼

咸鱼不时诈尸,梦想成为触触( ੭ ˙ᗜ˙ )੭

还是想看天使可爱的本体wwwww

大致就是 过生日换个可爱点的口罩吧wwwww

愿天使新的一岁一切安好(/▽\)

芥芥不好意思没忍住…

就是控制不住自己的爪子啊【叹气

是沙雕鱼hh 画个小黄毛

还没看第六集但是听说我家小天使被米哥踩脸了(心疼一秒

看了五集下来还是执着得认为这是小猫(。

我今天是不会产七夕粮的——(被打


生贺末班车qwwqq❤️
祝我最最最可爱的包36岁开开心心❤️
感谢命运让我认识了你,也希望命运能够让你幸福❤️

第一次用sai瞎涂qwq
深夜激情摸鱼
人民艺术家/时尚教主马独秀同志请查收~老马弹琴了解一下
(实在画不好琴 所以 先凑合吧x
(记得马库斯是rk200来着的x

我也不知道我在不在复习(
前一秒在ao3后一秒在摸鱼(
Joy YU已废

假装是tdc法国推的小领结吧x
画渣手残中_(┐「ε:)_

我我我我混这个坑混到恍惚。
小难产了好久终于不顾滴血的肝再次投入战斗终于摸完了我是条废鱼了。
吸桑续命。
不会配色orz。
强行占个Dylmas tag别打我(
各位太太食用愉快~
@👑🎼Image of wisdom 🎵🌟 mua爱你~

【Dylmas】情人节贺文-The 18th day in LA

食用说明:

  • OOC永远属于我(虽然是rps)!【被打

  • 纯英文,实在码不出来中文小甜饼了,各位看官想要的话年后翻译一个版本orz

  • 纯粹想要码篇贺文,本来和 @👑🎼Image of wisdom 🎵🌟 说好的18篇小甜饼(还有废料)缩成这一篇了/你滚

  • [我就说他是honey-colored eyes你咬我呀]

  • 剧情涉及rps,点到一些原cp的梗

  • 从word搬运上来格式错误可能有点多,大家见谅

  • 食用愉快,情人节快乐~

 

Dylan woke up to find Thomas smoking on the balcony. He was in hisusual aviator’s jacket, and today he chose to wear a pair of tight, black jeans that showed off his shapely slender legs. The cigarette dangled from his rosy lips as he took a long draw, looking across the neighborhood at the rising sun. Today was going to be a fair day, Dylan knew, from the way that the rays of thesun played on Thomas’s face. He had a balanced complexion, with gold-blonde hair, honey-colored eyes and draping eyelashes, making him look somehow divine through the mist ofcigarette smoke.

Dylangot up and dressed, picking out his usual black T-shirt and khaki pants. Then,after standing for a silent moment by the balcony door, he pushed it open.Thomas turned at the sound of the opening door, a thin wisp of smoke trailingfrom his lips. Damn. He is half divine. He has to be. 

Dylanstood fixed, staring out at Thomas, then said abruptly: “It’s your 18thday in LA, you know. You came here on January the 28th.” Thomas gaveDylan one of his intense stares that was either supposed to make young fansfaint or daunt people. Dylan supposed he received the latter. “What, do I haveto pay for lodging from today?” He took another draw from what was left of thecigarette, then pushed it down on the white balcony rail. “Tell me, Dylan, if Ididn’t let you sleep with me in those 18 days, would you still be willing tohave me stay in your place?” So, after all this propaganda, this was more of ajibe than a reproach. Dylan allowed himself a wry smile. “Do you realize whatday today is?” 

“Youdon’t need to remind me that I have lived with free food and board at you housefor 18 days, I can do my own math.” 

“No,I mean, what day is it?”

“Possiblythe day that I am supposed to leave. Gone at last, for good.”

Dylansighed, Thomas lit another cigarette, but did not bother to smoke it. SeeingDylan frustrated in that manner was one thing that was cute about him, butThomas decided to stop just there. “Give up trying to talk me into one of yourlittle games, greenie-”

“Thomas,being one year older than me doesn’t mean I’m more of a rookie than you are.”

“Andit sure doesn’t mean that I don’t know what today is.”

Dylan raised his eyebrows. “Then tell me.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” His face broadened into a wide smile as he put the cigarette to is lips.

“Youdo know, then.” Dylan took the cigarette from his hand, took a long drawhimself, and felt as the spicy warmth spiraled through his chest. “HappyValentine’s Day.” Exhaling, he turned to Thomas, and was fairly surprised tofeel him press his lips onto his own. Thedivine being, showing willingness to a mortal man. What the hell am Ithinking of, though Dylan, but instead he was seriously enjoying it.

“That one,” said Thomas with a mischievous grin, as they finally broke the embrace,“was for the time that I almost did so to you in front of a camera.”

“Dude,that was like three years ago. The second movie or something?”

“Well,you have it back now.”

“ButI have you here for the first proper Valentine in my life.”

Thomaslaughed heartily, throwing his head back in a way that Dylan simply couldn’t resist. “Yeah, yeah, my 18th day in LA.”