lip service .

what an utterly trite concept. kouyou ozaki. bsd . ind.

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Could you share any sex tips

Wash the blood off your hands after you consume your partner

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❄ @ fuku ( from executs / kouyou hey )

     【 🐺 SILVER WOLF 】

      A most difficult situation to find himself in. Not the snowstorm, for while it was far from ideal to be caught outdoors in such harsh weather, Fukuzawa could endure the cold. What had the director conflicted was the matter of his companion. Kouyou Ozaki. Executive of the Port Mafia. A wary meeting interrupted by a monstrous storm.

     And now, there the former bodyguard stood, head bowed in contemplation. The wind gnawed at him, a constant reminder of the fiercely lowered temperature. Manners, up-bringing, simple honor dictated he should offer her his cloak so as to protect her from the chill. A hand reached for the fabric and paused, brow furrowing in thought. He knew of the woman’s reputation. She was as clever as a fox and sharp as a blade. A most formidable personage indeed. Not a helpless wilting flower to be coddled.

      Would such a gesture from him be a courtesy or an insult?

【 trapped in a snowstorm ♔ @executs 】 

[graevite-blog]

@executs​ ❤’d!

       “ane-san.” it’s been a while since they’ve seen one another, and although her presence is generally a soothing one, there is just a bit too much going on for chuuya to truly relax. “… i’m glad to see you’re doing alright.” he knows that’s not the case for everyone… but they don’t really have time to mourn, either.

[executs]

     “.. so it’s true.” grief hangs heavy in the air as if touched by chuuya’s particular gift. she could only imagine how he’s taking the news. as troubled as she is by the loss (and grateful that he’s otherwise unharmed), unfortunately they all still have a role to play in all of this. “Rest. Our help will likely be needed in the hours to come.”

[dumblov]

     love is dumb, dumb, dumb, but she’s falling anyway !            (     naomi tanizaki     /     under co     /     ♥’d by fawn .     )

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- Medea’s reasons

Merry Christmas @5h1take!

[executs]

He wants a flower to make his dark and gloomy cell a bit brighter ! He's not going to say it though. He's just going to stare at the pretty arrangement.

     part of her job is knowing where the eyes linger. people often want what they don’t say; what they can’t have. there’s a tinge of amusement in the soft lines of her lips when she thinks of themselves as wish granters. faeries that lure as a siren does, promising this and that for a steep price.

so knowing how to read such subtle hints becomes second nature after a good long while of searching for them. it’s helpful to know the kinds of secrets to search for, it makes it far easier to tempt. to break.

she doesn’t offer him the bouquet outright, however. which is odd. in fact -- it seems like she’d taken it carefully into her arms to withdraw for now. attend to some other matters that called for her immediate attention.

     it’s not until much later on does the said collection of colorful petals and ribbons find itself sitting in the corner of his cell. if one were to look a little carefully, they might notice that it wasn’t there until the change of guards.

somewhere, a pink-haired executive shrugs off her mantle, chastising just how it was all too easy to have broken in and back out of the confinement cells without detection from the guards. perhaps she’ll look into that at some point. 

[executs]

     i was given flowers today, but none of it quite match the interiors of my reception hall or the office. it’d be such a waste to simply throw the whole arrangement out, however..

[errantscriptor]

@executs cont.

                 “A canary in her cage? Kouyou, what sort of monster are you trying to make me out to be?”

        The little bird had been caught, trying to escape under watchful eye. Maybe it was a cage, once, long ago. But this he had always left her door open. Ever since he had the power to do so.

        But that wasn’t what his executive had meant. Instead the bed, a cage within itself. It certainly wasn’t his fault that she was in need of the rest to recuperate. Only that it had been his orders.

                  “Or are you suggesting my bedside manner is the cat who came to eat the canary?”

        A playful restless sigh, slicking back unruly black strands from his face. He was the doctor after all, but most importantly, the head of them all. What he said went, even if it was, unruly canaries. 

                “You would let me go with you though? I can’t see the harm in it then. But just a bit and then back to rest. Or else I’ll have to clip your wings.”

[executs]

     funny how he says that, as if they weren’t all the very monsters parents warn their children about. some scarier than others, perhaps, but monsters just the same. mori just so happen to be less of one than his predecessor, but.. she’ll digress.

     “Threatening such bondage upon your patients.. yet you ask if I find your bedside manner lacking. How is one supposed to think you’re anything but the hungry feline?” 

he’d caught her in his hypothetical claws, after all, in the act of preening her feathers and getting herself to be presentable enough to be seen outside. she might be recuperating, but she’d loathe to be seen in anything less than her prime.

although not in her silks and tassels, she still ensures that nothing is out of place -- not with her hair nor painted lips -- before she lingers by the doorway, awaiting his company now that she’s extended the invitation. it’d be a better idea to have him close by anyway in the event that she pushes herself a little too far.

     “Just a bit, then back.” she repeats. a promise.

[vaememes]

THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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".. A wish? .. As their leader, to make sure that child has everything she will ever need, and that she never loses the smile that she'd gained upon her entry to the Agency. That the light you've now instilled within her is never to be snuffed out." you know.. that's all. @ fukuzawa.

     【 🐺 SILVER WOLF 】

     He heard the entirety of the wish with his trademark patience, eyes never straying from the woman. With words so sincere, how could he not provide her his fullest attention? Especially for her to have taken the time (and risk) to approach him directly.

     When it came his turn to respond, he answered with all the gravity due such a request. “I cannot promise with any certainty to be able to protect her from every harm; but know that if I can give her a chance to live, I would do so with my last breath. I will guard her light, rest assured.”

     He would do so for any of his agents, that was true. Kyouka, however, was special even in his eyes. Much like Kouyou, he wished to see her thrive in the light and obtain the bright life she was destined for.

【♔ ask any wish of my muse | @executs ♔】

[executs]

alright i gotta get to work..... unfortunate. i’ll bug you guys later when i get back home. write with me im needy.

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@executs replied to your post:    ❝ —  FUCK! ❞ And then flees.

language.

     ❝ ‘kay mom. ❞

[executs]

     “What was that?”

[antigravi-blog]

          OH, BOY.  SOME BUNNY’S IN BIG TROUBLE.  hint: it’s him.  hint: he’s twenty-two and still can’t hold down his liquor.  maybe she won’t notice?  maybe she won’t oh there she is.   ❝  ane-san…  somebody else jus’ broke into your room and did this, i saw it all, i saw it happen.  ❞   @executs.

[executs]

     he reeks of alcohol, but that’s not unusual. the .. pieces that formerly made up one of the prized vases that decorated her room is certainly a new addition though. she decides -- that she hates it. don’t quit your day job, chuuya, interior decor isn’t your strong suit.

     “Worry not, I’m about to apprehend the vermin who did. Wont you come over here? You might startle the poor dear who is undoutably in hiding.” and for some reason she’s reaching for her sword?

[executs]

‘ you should be in bed. ’ - Mori

     sometimes, she forgets that he’s a doctor. it’s easy to involuntarily omit that sort of detail with the amount of blood on his hands. ‘one must hurt in order to heal’, might very well be a thing but certainly not with him. he’s far better at hurting than he has the right to be after all.

the woman in question that said.. caring and thoughtful doctor is referring to is currently very much so not in bed. in fact, she reckons she ought to go for a walk to stretch her legs. surely he’s not about to object? the fresh air and any sight that isn’t a view from her bed wouldn’t be of any harm.

but, then again, she’s no medical professional. what’s she to know about that.

     “Perhaps.” a simple answer falls from her lips, but despite that, she still reaches to twist her hair in place as if still set on going on her little journey. “But you can’t expect the canary to sit pretty in its golden cage on such a fine afternoon, or do you deign to join me?”

[executs]

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She extends a ghostly hand, palm facing the ground and wobbles it back and forth. Their bond is a work in progress.

     with her amusement masked behind cloth, she responds to the demon in kind, sympathy almost bleeding out of her words.

     “The child is made of steel.” and.. she seems oddly proud of that. “Have patience. It is not as if you are pressed for time. She is still but a babe, yet jaded by her experiences. Although the world has failed her, we will not.”

[executs]

‘ who did that to you? ’ - chuuya

     she doesn’t seem to be all that fazed by the question – unsurprised, even, that he’d come into her office without so much as an announcement as soon as word got out. he’s always had a terribly soft heart for one who belongs in his station, but perhaps that was a quality that this organization has been terribly lacking on.

the slip of fabric is drawn back up over her shoulder, one clean of any blood or any such bodily matter, and every piece to her outfit is put back into place in that same methodical way she always does, without rush and all too careful.

it’s not really a cause for concern anyway, it’s not all that serious of an injury. she’d fulfilled her duty and played her role well. this was of little consequence. she just has to ensure it didn’t scar in the end.

     so when she turns to leave, she raises a hand to brush the pad of her thumb over his cheek with a reassuring smile in a fleeting gesture, her heels echoing in the empty hall with her melodic, soft laugh.

     “… don’t you remember that dead men have no names?”

@elegantvoices | love?

[executs]

Demon Snow hovers nearby before bowing to the superior demon and it's human

     hard to miss an apparition that’s the embodiment of slaughter, what with the terrifying bloodlust that rolls off of her in waves despite the passive way she’s holding herself now. subdued as this one might be, she’s all too familiar with this particular demon not to know when she lingers about.

when demon snow bows, the golden one over her shoulder nods her acknowledgement. and her, with the barest hint of a smile:

     “I must thank you for diligently watching over my dearest in my stead, for all this time. I hear the two of you have improved relations since the last I saw you?”