意志の強い

Amon / Dove / 26  

[inboxideas]

Put "I like the view" in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.

[kowarenxi]

daaaammn everyones gone. :///

[inboxideas]

Put "I like the view" in my ask and my character will react to yours saying that after accidentally catching mine naked.

[kowarenxi]

good news guys!! my motivation for para is s l o w l y coming back. however, it is unfortunately not for the muses i already have. :( but, ive finally taken it upon myself to start reading tokyo ghoul:re and im glad to say i love it! i might just make a blog for urie after im done reading the published chapters, and ill obviously post the link here. who knows, a fresh face might be just what i need!

[psych-facts]

It is possible that longing for something is better than actually having it. I’ve heard it said that satisfaction is the death of desire.

— Hank Moody (via milkied)

[wwolfparty-deactivated20140107]

when you really hate the fuck out of someone but you cant say shit because everyone else loves them and you know deep down in your cold dead heart that they’re a terrible person

[conoscitores-deactivated2014112]

I read up on Juuzou’s bio and upon reading the part about him not feeling pain, I…. wrote a very disturbing, violent thing…….. because I can see him going through this at some point. Please be sure to read the tags, as it may be triggering. Also ty for taking the time to read my trash ♡

[conoscitores-deactivated2014112]

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[kowarenxi]

lmfao let me bring back this horrific piece of shit for all you juuzou fans out there

[withoutthepotatobrothers]

For some reason, your muse has pinned mine down. Send me "Stop struggling" for their reaction.

Bonus points if you include the reason why!

[kowarenxi]

tbh I feel like I had a long day

like I went all day without eating and all I really had was water and this espresso stuff I got in the cafeteria

and I already have homework for my green tech class i'm so distraught

so I feel really drained and I know I should get at least a few replies done but I'm

just

tired

[xinitium-blog]

YO QUICK PSA RLY QUICK: us students in britian, canada, usa, etc. we are all starting school!! ( and for those fall/winter college students too ) sooooooooo that means 

SLOWER REPLIES.

NOT AS MANY STARTERS.

NOT SO ACTIVE.

SLOWER REPLIES.

so please be mindful of your rping buddies and your threading buddies and pls be easy on them when it comes to replying!! school is stressful enough of as it is and this is supposed to be a calming and stress relieving thing to do in our free time! don’t rush us pls and thank u!!

[kowarenxi]

AEVA; Amon-san, I implore you to rest. I will handle the paperwork for you.

A sigh.

AEVA; the mother hen.

"Let me finish the rest of this form, and I'll go."

[kowarenxi]

can we talk about how cute he looks here

like his nose looks so upturned and cute

and his lips

and he looks pompous??

but

cute

cute?????

???????????????

stop

[kowarenxi]

Hey amon, what's your opinion on Akira?

"She's a hard worker, as her..."

Come on, Amon. You can do it.

"As her father was. What of her?"

[cannibality-deactivated20250227]

we’re here, we’re queer, we will ＦＵＣＫＩＮＧ  ＤＥＳＴＲＯＹ  ＹＯＵ

[kowarenxi]

SLAMS HAND DOWN ON TABLE

DO U ANONS KNOW HOW INDECISIVE I AM

I SAY NO SHIPS AND FIVE MINUTES LATER I WANT MY MUSES CRYING OVER SMALLER SIGNIFICANT OTHERS AND BEGGING FOR KISSES

U DONT KNOW WHAT I DO W/ MY LIFE

U DONT KNOW

I DO WHAT I WANT IS THAT CLEAR SON

HAND BREAKS THROUGH TABLE AND SLAMS ONTO FLOOR SO HARD THE EARTH SPLITS

PEOPLE ARE SCREAMING

TUNE IN FOR MORE AT ELEVEN

[kowarenxi]

I want the K ((LAUGHS AND ROLLS AWAY))

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

9: Jawline Kiss

How did they get here?

                   you’re drunk

No. He’s not that drunk. Can’t be. Only had one…. maybe three drinks. The stacked glasses say otherwise, but he’s not paying attention to those anyway. His focus is on the small, delicate creature so unabashedly straddling his lap. It’s a little hard to discern who it is- his vision is fuzzy, if not completely blurred. But he can see strands of colorless locks jutting every which way, and it isn’t so hard to recognize who it is anymore. 

The boy with the lips of a girl.

The devil in the guise of an angel.

Juuzou.

Past encounters rush through his mind; all those moments he questioned his sanity, whether his mind was playing tricks on him and if Juuzou really was a girl.

This is his chance to find out.

So the straddling is welcomed by strong hands clasping around the boy’s waist, large enough to completely encircle it. Delightful. His head tilts, lips messily painting a trail of warm kisses along the other’s jaw, and for a moment he’s sure he can hear a brief laugh that sounds lower than usual. More devious. Malicious.

"You’re fucking disgusting," is sneered out, and it’s definitely Juuzou’s voice, although the boy is craning his head back. Making room for the older man as thin, wiry fingers sift through dark locks of hair and tug.

[kowarenxi]

I want the k. B] [ because I CANNNN ]

Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number

21: Kiss in the Rain

It’s cold.

Freezing.

His head reels.

                                where is she

                                                 where is she?

                    this is his fault

                                                   all of it

                 and it’s terrifying

Thunder rumbles in the sky, softly, a looming danger rolling through the placid clouds hanging above. A streak of light splits through the sky ahead, and it looks far too close for his comfort although it has to be hundreds of feet away. But how could he possibly know that? Logic isn’t working all too well in his mind. Anything could happen.

The coat wrapped in a ball underneath his sopping wet shirt is pressed tight to his abdomen- mainly in hopes that he can keep it dry enough for her. And albeit he’s soaked to the bone, never once does he consider using it for himself.

“Vashka!”

The clash of thunder that time is too loud, drowning out the very sound of his voice, and it’s then he freezes. A frail figure stands ahead, hunched over herself in a ball. Everything in his system tightens.

Amon draws near, quickly, hands fumbling with the somewhat dry fabric tucked against him to unfold it, and hang it over the dripping locks of blonde. Carefully, he lifts the sniffling woman up, by the waist. A pained gaze casts down upon her, for she’s refusing to meet it with her own. A stab in the chest. Slowly, carefully, he tilts her head back by the chin to peer into the crystals of her eyes, now much brighter thanks to the liquid pooling in them.

It’s heartbreaking.

He leans in, briefly, and lips merge if only to stop the near inaudible hiccups leaving her. He lingers, a warm palm cradling an equally warm, rosy cheek while the other holds the coat above her head, before he breaks the kiss to press their foreheads together.

"… Please don’t cry anymore…"