LET THE DARKNESS COME FOR ME

Let it try to steal my soul — 𝗔𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗟

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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 — 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥

indie and selective takumi sumino of the hundred line: last defense academy.

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[rpmemes-galore]

send me   ‘ kisses ‘   and i’ll generate a number for how / where my muse kisses yours

add   ‘reverse’  to the ask for the positions to be reversed

1. a kiss to the palm

2. a peck on the lips

3. a sad kiss goodbye

4. a peck on the cheek

5. a kiss on an old scar

6. a kiss to the knuckles

7. a kiss to the forehead

8. a kiss on a healing bruise

9. an excited kiss as a reunion 

10. a kiss to the top of the head

11. a kiss on a bandaged wound

12. a stolen kiss somewhere public

13. a sleepy kiss in the early morning 

14. a deep, passionate kiss on the lips

15. a kiss goodnight after a date gone well

16. a desperate kiss to your wounded muse

17. and awkward kiss after a date gone wrong

18. a lot of laughing, little kisses across the face

19. a kiss on the shoulder while hugging from behind 

20. a gentle kiss while slow-dancing together in the dark

[azuries]

( 041 ) our deliverance

[100lives]

"Always relying on that silly girl from the complex, aren't you? You should try using your own brain for a change. I simply am borrowing Darumi-san's terminology because I know you've heard it before. The other words I could use are. . . hm, how do I phrase this? To put it bluntly, I don't want to explain them to you."

[azureblitzed]

"I do use my brain all the time. Karua isn't even here right now, obviously. And why did you even say anything if you don't want to explain?"

[100lives]

"Well, I have read about many of humanity's sins and such, and Pride Month has shown up in that research. Of course, I don't celebrate such a thing for the obvious reasons, but. . ."

He gives Takumi a rather studious glance over.

"Oh second thought, of course you wouldn't know why June is an important month to certain people. You're. . . well, to use someone like Darumi-san's words : a normie."

[azureblitzed]

"I've heard of it??? I just don't really know much about it. Karua probably told me about it. I just don't remember at this exact moment."

"Why are you talking like Amemiya?"

[100lives]

"You really are daft, Takumi-kun. To not even know what 'Happy Pride' means. . . have you been living under a rock all your life?"

[azureblitzed]

"How the hell are you gonna pretend you know more about social interaction than me?"

[azureblitzed]

you silly thing. anon was talking about pride month

"I feel like I've heard of that. Not entirely sure what it is though."

[azureblitzed]

"You are so stupid, Takumi-kun."

"I didn't even do anything???"

[azureblitzed]

✨ FREE TIME ✨

"Yay!"

[azureblitzed]

happy pride!

"You should be proud of being happy!"

[brothersebastianscompendium]

Reblog if your muse is Demi-Asexual

Other pride-flag bubbles for your muses: [LGTBQA+] [Ace] [Aro] [Bisexual] [Panromantic/-sexual] [Grey-Asexual] [Gay] [Lesbian] [Transgender] [Intersex] [Agender] [Genderfluid] [Nonbinary]

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// happy pride, my Takumi is demisexual and nonbinary (he thinks he's a cis boy though because he doesn't know what nonbinary is. But there is too much girl psyche in him for him to be 100% cis imo. Looks at Karua. Looks at guilt avatar.)

[azureblitzed]

GET TO KNOW ME!

nickname(s): topaz

zodiac: leo

last movie i saw: obsession

last thing i googled: liquor store near me

favourite musician: halset

song stuck in my head: none atm

other blogs: @eyeglitched @restcrts

do i get asks: yea

following: 49

amount of sleep: 5-10

lucky number: idk

what i’m wearing: t-shirt and shorts

dream job: successful author who doesn't need to work full time and can do a cozy part time gig instead of stressful full time work and write when i want

dream trip: to... to visit my bestie...

favourite food: cheese related things

languages: english

favourite songs: i have too many to count lmao. i love music. my current addiction is charades by halsey

describe yourself as aesthetic things: dead looking creature laying on the ground

tagged by: i stole it

[ahollipop]

eepy sleepy 🌊🍭

[mythshire]

✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.

• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here.  • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper.  • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you.  • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.

[100lives]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄  𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓,  Eito  strove  to  be  an  unshaken  pillar  for  Takumi  to  lean  on  —  yet  in  reality,  he'll  use  this  structure  to  manifest  a  chain  that  keeps  the  latter  tethered  to  reality.  Whether  or  not  that's  what  the  redhead  wants  is  of  little  concern  to  him;  he's  nothing  if  not  selfish,  not  above  using  whatever  means  at  his  disposal  to  keep  Takumi  secured  to  his  side.

It's  𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  plain  and  simple,  but  does  it  really  matter  when  it's  for  this  little  creature's  sake  too?  Keeping  his  general  wrapped  around  his  finger,  forcing  those  beautiful  cerulean  hues  to  stay  fixated  on  him.  .  .  this  cesspool  of  emotions  that  they  share,  it's  such  a  horrible  concoction,  isn't  it?  What  twisted  love,  something  that  both  of  them  deserve  because  a  love  that  is  true  falls  far  out  of  the  realm  of  possibilities.

And  as  he  sinks  to  his  knees  with  his  most  important  monster's  face  haphazardly  pressed  firm  against  his  chest,  Eito  allows  his  expression  to  soften  while  running  a  set  of  red-stained  fingers  through  crimson  locks;  he  feels  the  weight  of  fresh  blood  soaking  into  his  uniform  as  he  holds  Takumi,  and  while  he  knows  he  should  be  checking  the  severity  of  the  wounds.  .  .

He  wasn't  supposed  to  embrace  Takumi  today.  Today  was  his  day  of  mourning,  and  Eito  wasn't  invited.   So  what  if  he  basks  in  this  moment  for  just  a  little  while  longer?   It's  not  like  he'll  ever  let  the  other  die  under  his  watch.

But  tonight  that  cycle  was  broken,  and  he  wouldn't  stop  the  trickling  feeling  of  satisfaction  from  seeping  in  —  he  got  the  edge  over  Nozomi  this  time.  Blood  smeared  across  his  lips  because  Takumi  chose  to  fall  into  Eito's  shadow  instead  of  standing  tall  during  a  crisis.

❝  It  doesn't  matter  that  it's  a  kid,  an  assassin  is  still  an  assassin.  ❞  He  can't  even  tell  what  age  the  corpse  used  to  be,  his  gaze  traveling  over  to  the  misshapen  body  a  few  feet  away,  daring  it  to  get  up  and  ruin  everything  again.

❝  You  talk  as  if  you  wanted  to  die  tonight,  but  clearly  you  don't.  Otherwise  you  wouldn't  have  fought  back,  Takumi-kun.  If  self-preservation  is  selfishness,  then  we're  all  horrible  people.  ❞

𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.   Even  if  Takumi  tries  to  take  it  back,  Eito  won't  let  him  follow  that  damn  girl  into  the  afterlife  tonight.

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Burying  his  face  into  Eito's  chest  and  crying  against  his  class  armor...  The  level  of  stability  and  aid  Eito  provides  Takumi  is  beyond  that  of  simply  a  lieutenant  and  general.  Eito  is  more  than  that.  His  most  honest  confidant.  The  only  one  that  loathes  him  enough  to  see  him  at  his  worst.  And  yet...  He  still  offers  him  comfort.  There  is  something  soft  in  Eito.  Something  that  could  have  thrived  and  been  beautiful  if  not  for  humanity  ruining  everything  for  him,  whether  by  intentional  sabotage  or  a  careless  glitch.

Though  Takumi  is  close  with  all  of  the  former  special  defense  unit,  they  are  more  like  a  family  than  a  unit...  Eito  again  goes  beyond.  It  isn't  like  he  hadn't  fallen  into  other  people's  beds.  But  only  with  Eito  can  he  be  this  pathetic.  Only  Eito  cannot  be  impressed  by  him.  And  yet,  even  despite  the  loathing  and  harshness,  Eito  holds  him.  Allows  him  this.  Lets  him  cry  and  shake.  Comforts  him  despite  it  all.

He  really  is  too  good  for  him.

He  doesn't  argue  with  him.  It  is  true  that  it  didn't  matter  the  age  of  the  assassin,  but  Takumi  couldn't  help  but  think  about  himself.  Only  17,  thrown  into  a  war  he  didn't  understand.  Maybe  if  he  could  have  tried  to  talk  to  him...  But...  Did  it  matter?  They  hadn't  tried  to  hear  out  the  Futurans  back  then,  even  once  they  could  understand  them.

"I...  I  don't  know....  What  I..."  He's  too  emotional,  too  drunk.  He's  starting  to  return  to  reality  and  it  hurts.  Especially  where  he  was  stabbed  in  the  shoulder.  There  are  countless  deep  wounds  over  his  chest,  stomach,  and  arms.  All  bleeding  and  painful.  He  feels  lightheaded,  sick  to  his  stomach.

"Please  don't  leave  yet...  I  don't...  want  to  be  alone."  He  slurs  it  out  quietly  against  his  chest,  leaning  more  of  his  weight  against  him  as  the  extent  of  his  wounds  starts  to  reach  his  mind.

"You're  so  warm..."

[moonlitverdict]

It  didn't  matter  to  him  if  His  blood  was  all  over  him  or  that  it  could  stain  his  clothes.  Eito,  even  in  his  current  state  considered  it  a  gift.  Still,  he  may  have  to  wash  or  even  dispose  of  them.  How  unfortunate…  He  felt  Takumi  trembling  beneath  him,  examined  His  expression  as  His  cheeks  reddened,  burning  hot.  There  was  another  request,  or  maybe  a  plea  for  him  to  push  his  fingers  into  His  thigh.  If  He  needed  it  to  hurt,  then  Eito  will  make  it  excruciating.  It  was  what  He  wanted,  after  all.   

“M-mhm.”  It  was  growing  increasingly  difficult  to  respond  verbally,  not  without  another  moan  spilling  from  his  mouth.  He  shoves  two  fingers  into  the  wound,  and  grabs  onto  His  waist  with  his  other  hand,  nails  digging  into  His  flesh.  “Hah..  Ah..  Takumi...”  Call  it  instinct,  or  impulse,  Eito  dove  in  to  kiss  at  Takumi's  neck  until  he  bit  down,  piercing  skin  and  tasting  His  blood  once  more. 

This  had  only  served  to  bring  him  even  closer  to  the  edge,  until  he  was  no  longer  able  to  hold  back.  His  release  came  crashing  down,  hitting  him  hard.  He  whimpered,  whining  like  a  sad  puppy  as  his  whole  body  shook.  As  much  as  he  didn't  wish  for  this  to  end,  his  movements  slowed  to  a  stop  until  he  was  just  kissing  at  Takumi's  neck  softly.  Now  his  clothes  were  especially  ruined  and  uncomfortable  on  top  of  that.  He  truly  did  hope  that  was  enough  to  satisfy  Him.  If  Eito  somehow  managed  to  fail,  he  would  never  forgive  himself. 

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Eito  digging  his  fingers  into  the  wound  on  his  thigh  makes  him  scream.  He  had  been  trying  so  hard  to  be  quiet  too,  but  the  pain  was  so  intense  that  black  dots  danced  across  his  vision.  He's  gripping  his  waist.  Pained  cries  and  moans  pour  out  of  his  mouth  as  pleasure  and  pain  both  hit  their  peak.

The  bite  to  his  neck,  combined  with  all  the  other  sensations...  His  body  trembled  violently  as  his  movements  against  Eito  became  erratic.  The  rush  of  finishing  muted  the  pain.  It  felt  so  good  in  contrast  to  it.  "Ahh...!  Ahh...  Eito......"  He  rutted  against  him  through  his  orgasm,  eyes  rolling  back  in  his  head  as  his  mind  totally  snapped  away  from  him.

It  felt  so  good.  It  was  so  good.  It  hurts.  Disgusting.  Good.  This  is  what  he  exists  for.  This  is  okay.  He  likes  it.  He  loves  it.  Stuttering  movements  came  to  an  end  as  Takumi  gasped  for  air,  clothes  soiled  with  his  own  blood  and  seed.  Drool  dripped  out  of  his  mouth.  The  pain  returned  even  in  the  static  resting  over  his  brain.  He  went  limp,  all  of  the  tension  leaving  his  body.

He's  so  dizzy.  He's  so  tired.

"Mm...  Nng...  Oh..  I...  I...  can't..."  He  can't  move.  His  body  feels  beyond  heavy.  He  always  feels  disconnected.  Like  a  TV  screen  left  with  just  static  playing,  after  he  finishes.  But  this  time...  It's  so  difficult  to  even  keep  his  eyes  open.  He's  lost  quite  a  bit  of  blood.

"T-thank  you...  I..."  I  don't  feel  anything  anymore.