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This is what LX has to deal with every day:

@limel1ghts @burntpa1ace

"Death is what the living carry with them. A state of dread, like some uncanny foretaste of a bitter memory."

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .    Set  the  stage  for  lingering  touches,  stolen  glances,  and  words  laced  with  double  meaning.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  tension,  teasing  &  unspoken  desire.

✧     ›    HEAT   &   TEASING   .

My  muse  runs  their  fingers  along  your  muse’s  wrist  absentmindedly,  tracing  slow,  lazy  circles.

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  skin  as  they  whisper,  “You’re  enjoying  this,  aren’t  you?”

My  muse  grabs  your  muse’s  waist  to  steady  them,  but  doesn’t  move  away  immediately.

My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?”

My  muse  playfully  tugs  your  muse’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer.

My  muse  brushes  their  lips  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  murmur  something  just  for  them.

My  muse  traps  your  muse  against  a  wall,  eyes  dark  with  something  unreadable.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  game,  but  the  stakes  are…  interesting..

✧     ›    FORBIDDEN  ROMANCE   .

My  muse  stops  your  muse  in  a  dark  hallway,  their  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “If  anyone  sees  us—”

My  muse  shoves  your  muse  against  a  wall,  breathing  heavily.  “Tell  me  to  stop,  and  I  will.”

My  muse  lingers  at  your  muse’s  door,  knowing  they  shouldn’t  be  here.  “One  last  time.  That’s  all.”

My  muse  runs  a  hand  down  your  muse’s  arm  before  pulling  away.  “We  can’t  keep  doing  this…  but  I  don’t  want  to  stop.”

My  muse  is  forced  to  work  with  your  muse,  pretending  there’s  nothing  between  them.

My  muse  warns  your  muse  to  stay  away,  but  the  way  they  look  at  them  says  otherwise.

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  in  the  shadows,  knowing  full  well  what  it  would  cost  them  if  they  were  caught.

gojo turning off limitless for one second exclusively to boop everyone

❛  no matter what, i’ll always be here by your side.  ❜ tousen, for aizen

code geass: lelouch of the rebellion starters // @foremyth

long before dawn, tousen had approached.

the uncharacteristic silence that came with his visit felt foreign, where there would usually be simple words and remarks about the weather, all that he could perceive in a way that others couldn’t. and he followed, from the chambers to the pathway leading to the gardens, far from eavesdroppers. 

it is until then that conversation begins: undisturbed, sincere, masks off - or what he intends to appear as such. 

what he doesn’t reveal is that, although his own mask has since been buried deep into tissue, what remains true is that he enjoys the kind of company that doesn’t question, or expects more than it offers. that’s unlike the selfishness of captains; the ego devours. this is different. sousuke falls into step with him, flowers grow in their binary colors - white and yellow, silk and gold -, picked and bred to appease the high-ranking officers. 

‘ …there is a tale among the villagers about a bird that can mimic human voices. it’s shared mostly with the kids or the people who wander outside the limits. why do you think that is? ’ leaves break under his feet, voice tangling in the networks of the wind as it carries the midday scent of sunlight and wet soil. the pause is brief, methodical, listening for any sign of activity that doesn’t resemble feet on cobblestone. 

‘ surely, it must be to keep explorers from getting lost in the wide expanse of the forest. and yet there are reports of people going missing, witnesses claim that a relative, a lover, a friend called for them. that is what piqued my interest. a very human-like response to follow without questioning, the sort of undying devotion that leads you to certain death. it’s naive. ’ 

‘ loyalty like yours is rare. it’s not mindless obedience but a concession: the justice that you seek, i can offer. in exchange, i am permitted to count on your strength to topple outside forces. thank you, kaname. ’

birds sing, tousen’s inquisitive stance breaks him from his reverie.

‘ ah - sorry, i trailed off. in the end they were thieves . they used spiritual energy to echo sentences that had previously been said and heard. ’ it seems sufficiently honest to not dwell on the specifics. even so, his words rekindle in a last fluid statement, ‘ …and as you can probably imagine, they were disposed of. ’

UMETSUBA MY RELIGION 🙏🫶😭🩷

💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋 from gojo for geto

the gentleness is only temporary.

lips that slowly caress his cheek, the ghost of fingers trailing down the length of his sleeves, a touch so experimental and comically innocent he just has to laugh. then, as if on cue with the humor, satoru dives in deeper, goes hungrily about it. greediness turned force: suguru walks back twice, back hitting the wall and he allows satoru the brief sense of victory before he rolls them back to their initial position.

‘ behave. ’ his voice is soft, chilling, a knife cutting through the silence of the night. he looks satoru up and down, taking in the sight as it is offered to him - lips coated in spit, flushed skin, expectant eyes and arrogant smile, confident that suguru knew what to do.

and he did.

suguru guides him close, guides him in.

their bodies are pressed flush in a second, fitting like they were meant to be and that’s how it’s been for a decade now. he splits satoru’s mouth open, thumbing at the edge of sharp teeth, forcing his tongue in. vaguely sweet, warm and wet, and it only got wetter and warmer the further he teased. there’s some biting, too, because he’s not used to anything that doesn’t hurt a little, a reminder that none of this is an illusion, that they’ll always return to this, to what they know best.

he shakes the thought, focusin on the sensations, feeding him, stuffing his mouth until he can’t go without air any longer and break apart. ‘ haa… needy, aren’t we? ’

‘ do something about that mask of yours. unless you want to keep it on, i won’t stop you. however… ’ suguru hooks a finger in, uncommitted, but teasing all the same, ‘ you’d do better getting on your knees. fits the looks, don’t you agree? ’

@chipen

help…..

think of a young boy disconnected from the spiritual world as sorcerers know it, an ordinary human who upon gaining consciousness he realized that he's able to see what others can't and not only are his eyes unveiled to the creatures roaming in the shadows, he's also able to consume them, to dominate them, to make them hurt when he wants to wound others, what exactly does it take for him to realize it and when does he do it? Who was the first person that he hurt, what did the first ingestion taste like : vomit, garbage, a wet rag? we really know very little about geto and yet he's still a constant presence in the narrative, the ghost that's constantly at the corner of your eye or clinging to your back. thinking hard about this tbh