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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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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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
( 041 ) our deliverance
"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."
"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?"
"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."
"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?"
"You really are daft, Takumi-kun. To not even know what 'Happy Pride' means. . . have you been living under a rock all your life?"
"How the hell are you gonna pretend you know more about social interaction than me?"
you silly thing. anon was talking about pride month
"I feel like I've heard of that. Not entirely sure what it is though."
"You are so stupid, Takumi-kun."
"I didn't even do anything???"
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happy pride!
"You should be proud of being happy!"
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]
// 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.)
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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
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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
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✦ ⋆ 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.
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.
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..."
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.
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.