@einshi Sasayama Vc: Kogami Out Here Dressed Like He’s Trying To Take The Reverend’s Daughter Out

texting prompts.

not requested but there's something about a text thread, isn't there? anyway, these are a mixed bucket, i'll deffo post more of these, but for now, here you go, bon appetit, and if you wanna make them texts to a wrong number?? all the better! just make it clear for the person receiving it!

( sms ) : hey! is this [WRONG NAME] from the club last night?

( sms ) : wait right there, i'm on my way

( sms ) : sorry, who is this?

( sms ) : so... last night was fun.

( sms ) : can i come over?

( sms ) : did i leave my underwear at your place last night?

( sms ) : i am having the WORST / BEST day!!

( sms ) : we need to talk.

( sms ) : i'm in. whatever it is you're planning, i'm in.

( sms ) : you awake?

( sms ) : i miss you.

( sms ) : i'm sorry.

( sms ) : wanna hang out later?

( sms ) : it's honestly insane how much i love you.

( sms ) : i'm worried about you.

( sms ) : please don't say i told you so...

( sms ) : you know how you totally adore me?

( sms ) : got any plans tonight?

( sms ) : i know it's three am but i got donuts and i'm outside.

( sms ) : i'm outside. come on. we're going out.

( sms ) : i'm boooooooooored.

( sms ) : i can't sleep.

( sms ) : i know it's late, but... would you like to go for a walk with me?

( sms ) : where are you?

( sms ) : i love you.

( sms ) : are you really okay?

( sms ) : please don't shut me out. i can tell when something's bothering you.

( sms ) : can you come pick me up please?

( sms ) : this date is a total disaster. can you call me with a fake emergency?

( sms ) : why have you been acting so weird lately?

( sms ) : you know you can tell me anything, right?

( sms ) : not to sound like a tv trope, but i need a plus one for a wedding this weekend. you in?

( sms ) : wanna do fake proposals at fancy restaurants for free food?

( sms ) : wanna go on vacation together?

( sms ) : i got arrested and it's a hilarious story but i really need you to come bail me out first.

( sms ) : what the hell happened last night?

( sms ) : i don't wanna be alone tonight. can i stay at your place?

( sms ) : i got a code red situation.

( sms ) : what's shakin, bacon?

( sms ) : what should i have for dinner tonight?

( sms ) : it's so boring when you're not around.

( sms ) : so... the drunk voicemails i left you last night... you totally listened to them, didn't you.

( sms ) : i love you but if you ever eat my bagel bites again...

( sms ) : wanna go out tonight?

The kogami to Sherlock pipeline needs to be studied, I remember being there when queen Hikaru sensei (pp IT mangaka) released the koumaki gun licking art and continously made suspiciously charged art of them until the day came when she released and Co-produced Moriarty the patriot whose main two guys look suspiciously like Makishima and Kogami and (spoilers ahead) curiously the detective and criminal both fake their deaths and run away to a foreign country where they spend a great deal of years in cohabitation, witnessing this evolution is truly something to analyze

truth be told, this is the first time he’s ever been faced with the question. brows rising in surprise, all that liu xiao can do is listen attentively, his eyes catching glimpses of fangs beneath saccharine lips. he returns the smile, ‘ all those examples can be attained simply. money, pleasure, violence; they’re all corporeal in a way. what i seek is… well, let’s just say that it can’t be grazed with your fingertips. not in the physical sense anyways. ’

no other humans around, the privacy that the room offers is welcomed. something about the dark incites truths, like the thrill before the leap down the waterfall. it lures you in, magnetic temptation. he feels a similar pull from vein’s words, just for that moment. serenity shrouds his expression, fingers idly tapping at the bar stool behind his back, where he leans. 

vein watched him with a fierce stare. something about the stare makes his skin crawl, even after all this time, like being gutted alive, needles lined up across the wings of a butterfly for display. he’d seen him push a knife inside a man’s stomach, coming back bloodied and reeking of death, and his eyes had been exactly the same as they were now.

when vein gestures him closer, his first instinct is to stay, but decides to humor him, slow gait driving him closer, enough so that when he glanced down, vein’s face was just a dip away from his own face. through the narrow space, he can sense the vacancy become filled with his warmth, danger, an invitation that he deliberately ignores. 

‘ you sound confident… thinking that i will tell you without receiving something in exchange. a truth for another truth. ever played truth or dare? i was never fond of it, growing up, but i've come to like it. ’ 

gravity makes his sunglasses slide off from their place, his hand moving to take them between two fingers. their absence, by all logic, should make him feel bare, exposed. he searches for the feeling, finding none of it. what he does find is an ache, burning like a plague. his free hand traces a line across vein’s jawline, lifts his chin up so their gazes meet.

lips part slightly, voice serene, ‘ what about you? ’

liu xiao / @einshi asked: "Freedom isn't enough. What I desire doesn't have a name yet." // lx to xf vein 😏

“ that wont do. here I thought you were a wordsmith. have I rendered you speechless? chasing a nameless dream? ” the smoke that exhales from vein’s lips collides with liu xiao’s face, momentarily engulfing his features in a sea of cloudy haze. despite the atmosphere around them carrying weight, leaning back into the plush cushions of the chair, vein appears laxed. a shrug of his shoulders. not often does he get to pick his brain, learn about the innerworkings of a mind he'd still felt a stranger to. “ bridon currently houses two million impoverished people— and wouldn’t you know? your family happens to one of those sitting on wealth, large enough to outlive generations. " a scoff leaves him, " now, it couldn’t be monetary liberation you’re seeking… ”

lips curl, the smoking pistol pipe dancing in his fingers as he swaps hands. fishing for the answer, seemingly coming up emptyhanded at each suggestion he makes. “ maybe it's the itching desire to kill? watch the light leave the eyes to the mere touch of your fingertips. but— you’re no stranger to that either, ” wagging his finger, luring liu xiao closer. he'd be welcomed to take a seat on his lap, if pride allotted him to. whilst vein mentally toys with the principles and concepts these two share. blood. money. connections. indulgences. power. yet liu xiao is greedy enough to crave beyond these vices. there's no judgement in the way vein prods. only curiosity. " enlighten me. when you've got nearly everything, what more could you want? "

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜ to my cousin, gojo :)

‘ what's that supposed to mean? ’

three years of memories aren’t so easily forgotten, after all. though the words press a wound that he’d thought dormant, he makes no bigger show of it. maybe the way his words get stuck in his throat briefly signals that his mind is doing a leap back in time, to those days of blue skies, listless smiles, the chill of spring-time; besides the pause, hardly anything shows on his perfectly shrouded face. he scratches at the back of his head, suddenly not liking the sour taste left in his mouth, so he swallowed thickly and through a dry throat.

‘ just because we're related doesn't mean you can go around poking at me — what, did you think i'd let you off easily? now you owe me four strawberry milkshakes, so get moving. ’

The most beautiful boy in the world🤍

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❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜ hi :)

he could let it pass, leave him waiting. he could summon one of the most vicious curses and go. he knows what should be done. he could do all these things, too. he really should. and yet, as he stands on his feet, hands carefully arranged inside his sleeves, all that suguru can conjure is the signature smile of a deity that’s taken pity on his followers.

the impulse seems to abandon him. “that you consider them pretty at all is a personal gain, don’t you think? but isn’t it for the listener to decide? truths and lies are all subjective. if the intent to conceal information is conscious, that can be called a lie from the speaker. but what if the other person believes it?”

there’s no traffic, the road is empty. worn out with use, suguru assumes the busiest hours must be at dawn, or the early stages of the afternoon. the absence of sounds from passing cars makes it all the most eerie, misplaced within the space of time. his attention travels from the winding roads and towards the pitch-black tunnel unfolding and twisting beyond their sights just a few steps away from them. it feels like facing the gaping mouth of a snake. it looks like nobody ever comes here at night.

“you were right. there’s a presence right down the tunnel. i’m surprised that only three of your men have disappeared, the nature of this curse is ravening, but i guess it’s no strangeness that you haven’t reacted negatively to it. familiarity? maybe.” he throws a side glance at Vein, shrugging a shoulder. “i’ll take a look. stay there or come with, it’s up for you to decide.”

@burntpa1ace

why does my broke cousin get to date a black haired baddie and I don't? Why did he (suguru) leave me