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@illd0c-blog
this is definitely a mistake, since finals aren’t even done yet, but i really love him too much to let this go by.
this is an independent blog for ichiro yamada of hypnosis microphone! please do me a favor and like/reblog this post if you’re interested in writing with me! *
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I am the son, lascivious / He is the one desacralizer / He is the son of the enticer / The all seeing subterranean kaiser / He is the way, he is the way / I am the way… / And you invited me to stay / However fair and pure, you crave the wand / You see through me what lies beyond / I am the one lascivious BELIAL of GRANBLUE FANTASY indie & selective (content warnings apply for sexual themes, violence, gore. penned by Linnea)
from where he's laying in bed, he can see the faint glow of a screen coming from the living room, accompanied by the noise of someone smashing buttons. he rolls around to check the clock; 3:45AM. 'sensei ... ' with a concerned frown and a pout, he turns again to pull on Jakurai's sleeve, gently trying to wake him up, ' senseeei, i think doppo's still playing video games. it's suuuper late ... can you tell him to come sleep? i dunno if he'd listen to me. '
It takes a moment for him to wake up, face buried into the pillow - though the blonde’s words are acknowledged with a low hum to indicate he’s been successfully awoken and was very much listening. He shifts under the covers - gradually sitting up after a few more seconds of lying still, dangling his legs over the edge of the bed. A soft yawn follows immediately, a low groan suppressed as he blinks drowsily and tries to make out the faint glow of the numbers on the clock. His brows furrow upon seeing the hour, legs tucking back onto the bed as he turns and leans down to press a kiss against Hifumi’s forehead.
“I’ll speak with him, go to sleep.” He assures him, gently brushing blonde strands aside.
@hostbeats
candypopped:
Boo hoo ! He won’t bite the bait and he’s not going senile ? What an unlucky day ! Oh well , he shouldn’t have expected anything else , not while Jakurai is involved at least. Always so cordial and proper. ( ANNOYING ! )
With a sharp exhale of air , he sighs , his typical energy draining. He pauses , a clack of teeth as he removes the lollipop from his mouth with a bored motion. “Sure do !” but he shrugs as if it’s not big deal , looking everywhere but the man he was speaking with.
“ … but I guess you are too, right?” He considers his next words , settling on something neutral , for once, “Your team ! They’re real funny you know ? I guess after all this time , you still know about interesting people.”
“Interesting they are indeed. I am glad to have them by my side.” Jakurai agrees, a rumble of gentle, low laughter to be heard from the good doctor. “The same can be said for your teammates as well....”
There’s nothing but truth to words said, both Yumeno Gentarou and Arisugawa Dice had left quite an impression on him. Quite the characters they were, seemingly clashing and yet somehow under the leadership of Ramuda - they worked seamlessly. They were formidable opponents, Jakurai acknowledged that.
He eyes the lollipop that remains in Ramuda’s hand as he speaks, glistening with saliva - and he gives a small shake of his head, gaze settling elsewhere as he continues their casual conversation. “... Still keen on sweets, I see. I’d hope you’ve at least gained a habit of having something of proper sustenance alongside them.”
By no means were the words meant to be interpreted as dripping sarcasm, but rather coming from a place of concern - even if they were rivals, former team-mates and whatnot - Ramuda had been a friend, concern would be carried forth no matter what units they were in.
( from: oregaichirou ) Ichiro is rocking on his heels as he approaches the doctor, fingers nervously tapping together. He's not sure what to say-- when was the last time they had seen each other face to face since he had requested that job? "Hey, Sensei-- are you busy right now?"
Unexpected is the person approaching him, but by no means is the sight unwelcome - gaze lacking any hostility or ill feeling as it falls upon his former teammate. His question is met with a kind smile, a pause as he contemplates the question for a brief heartbeat. “Ah, not at this very moment, Ichiro-kun. Is there something I can help you with?” He notes Ichiro’s nervous mannerisms but says nothing of it, tone unimposing as he awaits an answer.
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hifuminshusband:
ah, that smile made his heart skip a beat, but what’s said next truly makes it stop. his cheeks flush ever more brightly than they already were, and he covers his mouth to cough a little bit. “ a-ah, g-gomenasai, sen– “ he caught himself once again. had it really become that much of a habit? well, he supposed he was just trying to show respect, but the man was right– if he could call hifumi, the man he was also dating, by his name– why not show the same respect to jakurai?
“ j….j… “ he didn’t look the other in the eye as he struggled, face turned away from jakurai. “ j… jakurai… “
A smile that illustrates nothing but patience, though there’s a warmth present that comes with an air of affection upon hearing the non-formal address. “... That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jakurai chuckles. Again, he’s on his feet - opening the fridge to take an inventory of the items available for use - thankfully he had opted to go grocery shopping earlier in the week.
He would be no problem if he were to slip out for a few brief moments while Doppo napped, but the doctor preferred to remain at home - quiet in the kitchen while he slept.
What else could he do for Doppo? He wants to ensure he was as comfortable as possible - perhaps he’d sift through the cabinets and find a good herbal tea to make a pot out of.... He couldn’t help but fuss, he knew well that Doppo was a grown man who could look after himself...
However, that was precisely the issue as proven here - most of the time, he didn’t. Or rather, he didn’t partake in the level of self-care that Jakurai preferred. The life of an office-worker was difficult, he knows he can’t fault him for that.
“Doppo, is there anything else you may need? Anything that comes to mind? I’m more than glad to have a meal ready for you after your nap, but I don’t mind stepping out and running some errands if there’s something else you require.”
guess who survived final exams
i will... reply to my asks & threads soon. sorry i’ve been awfully absent/slow on this blog. it’s finals seasons so i’m trying to crank out the last of my papers, study, and work at the same time so i’m undergoing a lot of stress and have little time to spare on my hands. thank you for your patience!!! i promise i will get around to everything asap.
' alrighty sensei, you gotta help me choose: i dunno if i'm feeling in a big time rush mood or something sexier like britney spears? oooh, we could also play one d, ' the aux cord is already plugged into his phone as he taps through it, ' i also added some kpop songs to our fishing trip playlist! you know, like, stan loona. '
He gives a noncommittal hum, doing a brief shoulder check before he signals and drifts over into the other lane - enjoying the breeze of the early afternoon that rolls on it through the crack of the window. “Big Time Rush... are those the boys with the ‘woohoo’ song? I much prefer Miss Spears, she never lets us down.” A pause, clearing his throat as his eyes remain focused on the road ahead - though his grip on the wheel is lax, he clearly is at ease. Admittedly, the drive is one of the more enjoyable moments - Hifumin has introduced him to a variety of artists he never listened to during his spare time but has grown quite fond of now. “I like her song... hmm, what was it? It goes, ‘with a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride...’”
Caravaggio - The Martyrdom of St Matthew (detail), 1599-1600. Oil on canvas
All the gods, all the heavens, all the hells, are within you.
Joseph Campbell. (via parasoli)
❛ hey , OLD MAN ! ❜ the words are spoken with a feigned CHEER as he throws himself at the taller male , wraps short arms ‘round his WAIST & forces visage right into the curve of his BACK ——— his objective is to ANGER , not DELIGHT ; to be such an ANNOYANCE that he becomes too hard to outright IGNORE without first being asked to YIELD . [ not that he would if asked anyway . he’ll make him BEG . ] ❛ have fun trying to make me go away . ❜ ( @illd0c . )
A small, startled grunt sounds upon the impact of a foreign body that opts to wind their arms around his waist - he doesn’t even have to spare a glance over his shoulder, he already knows the other’s presence like the back of his hand ( with all the time they’ve spent together, how can he not? strange how foreign it is to him now ). There’s a twitch of his brow, the suppression of a heavy sigh as he opts to approach this in a neutral manner ( don’t give into his antics - that’s only what he wants ). “Amemura-kun.” He begins patiently, though there’s a small part of his tone that’s pressed. “I am not going to make you ‘go away,’ though I will let you know I am not up for your ‘games’ today.”
hifuminshusband:
he can’t tell if the increased amount of sweat is due to him being sick or the fact that his anxiety just spiked. his body almost curled up, as if instinctively, and even glancing at the other’s concerned face made his heart hurt with more guilt. why did i say that why did i say that stop it doppo stop worrying hi–
“ r-rest? “ oh, his favorite word. that sounded nice, he was rather tired. exhausted really. though then again, he was always exhausted, but this was like, an extra layer of exhaustion. he couldn’t exactly say no to a nap, so he nods and takes another sip of his tea. “ m-mn. okay. that sounds really good, actually… “ his voice lowered to a mutter, but there was a hint of a smile on his face, at least for a second. whether it was a genuine one or a doppo-esque “i’m so dead inside” smile though was hard to tell. his eyes finally glance back at the other, still a bit apologetic but less so. “ thank you, sensei.. “
The good doctor offers a warm smile, a small nod given upon hearing sentiments of gratitude - to him, he has done the bare minimum. Naturally he’s concerned for Doppo’s health and means well. Furthermore, as his boyfriend, he most definitely took it upon himself to make sure he was receiving sufficient care during a period of ailment ( God knows Doppo was not the one to do that for himself )( but Jakurai didn’t mind, he was patient; he would help Doppo get there eventually, and was more than glad to help himself until then and always ).
“You know,” He muses, gaze dropping down to the table which fingers idly tap against. “You are welcome to call me Jakurai.” He raises his gaze briefly, another assuring smile upon his features. “You don’t have to continue calling me sensei... I appreciate the formality, but as we are seeing each other.” A pause. “You’re more than welcome as to call me whatever you wish.”
hifuminshusband:
he almost wants to laugh bitterly, to let another pessimistic thought free about how the world just isn’t like that. while he does agree wholeheartedly with the doctor, he doubts any change would happen like that. but.. the doctor speaks so passionately about it that he’d almost feel bad about interrupting him with his own negativity. instead, he just quietly watches as the doctor works while running off into a tangent, almost wishing he had as big of ideals as he did ( maybe he did… somewhere deep down…? )
“ a-ah, thank you, sensei. “ he picks up the mug, cupping his hands around it to suck in the warmth through his fingertips. it’s nice and comforting, and he blows on it once before taking a small sip. “ it’s so good.. “ he mutters to himself, his usually dead eyes lighting up for once. he eagerly takes another sip, ignoring the fact that the tea is still hot as he does ( honestly? he’s drank hotter in one sitting.. ).
his eyes glance away from the mug to the other once he realizes the doctor is still watching him, blinking a bit before shaking his head. “ n-no, i’m fine.. i haven’t really been hungry all day, to be honest… “ ah, he just realized how bad that sounded. “ n-not that i haven’t eaten anything all day!! i did have some crackers… “ a hand reaches up to rub the back of his neck as he glances away. he’s not making it any easier for jakurai to stop worrying about him, huh…
“.... You’ve only had crackers?” He echoes softly in mild disbelief and surprise, looking rather startled at such a revelation. Concern flares up in his chest once again, but he takes a pause - leaning back in his chair with a small nod. “.... It is understandable if you don’t have much of an appetite, especially if you are not feeling well... However, you should have something else to eat before the evening.”
Another pause follows, contemplative before his spine straightens - struck by an idea.
“How about this - after you finish your drink, you can get your rest and when you wake up, I’ll have something made for you to eat. Maybe by then your appetite will have worked itself up - sleep does wonders for the body.”
He offers a reassuring smile, already beginning to think to himself what he could possibly make for his boyfriend - something hearty and arm, something with plenty of vegetables....
Okayu seemed like an ideal option - easily digestible and possessing a mild flavor that could easily topped off with carrots, greens, miso, and egg... He fishes a hair-tie out of his pants pocket, already making the effort of tying his hair back.
However, he wouldn’t start cooking quite yet - he’d see to Doppo’s comfort and help him to bed before anything else.
Omg you can top ... Wig
In an emergency, I am able to, yes.
' that stew could use a bit more of updoc '
How cryptic the blonde is at times, saying the most… baffling phrases that he can’t quite make sense of. Updoc? He’s never heard of such a thing, it couldn’t possibly be an ingredient. A sense of unease settles within his gut, a warning to take caution - though for what reasons, he’s uncertain.
“…. Hifumin, I’m afraid I do not know what ‘updoc’ is.”
Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.
Upon hearing the question, hands are quick to shove themselves into the pockets of his coat - feeling around for any bandaids, fingers shuffling through whatever he has floating around in there ( pens, loose scraps of paper with something scribbled on them, hair-ties .... ). If the blonde has scraped his knee, he’d have to be sure to disinfect the wound as well - it’s no good to leave it like that, especially if there’s any gravel from the sidewalk that may irritate it... However, hands still upon hearing the follow up and he realizes that the question was completely hypothetical. He bites back a sigh of relief, feeling rather embarrassed for his few seconds of frenzy.
“... Yet another adorable line. I like that one, though I was concerned for a moment that you had genuinely hurt yourself.” He rubs the back of his neck, giving a quiet and sheepish laugh. “Consider me flattered, however.”
