#azureruin

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[scarletbeast-blog]

" Don't look at me like that, Koujaku, just because he isn't comin' back doesn't mean you need to stop loving this ass. "

       ❝You know I can’t…❞ Koujaku’s voice trailed off, not knowing how to finish that sentence. 

       His lips curved into a slight frown as he spoke again. 

❝What do you want exactly?❞

[dyied-blog]

" Hey. You. I'm hungry, let's get something to eat before I hit the club tonight. "

Icy orbs look at the mention of his self, optics holding a slight of amusement. How odd. Sly asking him out? Never. But, hey, they both were just looking for fun, weren’t they? Nodding, he walks forward, large hands in his pockets. “Sure.” It was the sole time he has been out without his companion. 

[tarnishedhopes]

I'm dying please draw more I am literally in need.

Consider it done 8 )

Was actually considering streaming drawing Theo because important.

[badmorphinetrip]

Welcome Home || Closed

There was no reason to lock the door, really. It was a mistake for anyone to bother trying to come in. There was controlled entry on the building and no one wanted to fuck with ‘the weirdos’ anyway. They lived a life free of fear, so long as someone was home to intercept. He’d thought it was Virus at first, though Sly certainly made himself known quickly. Slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips, Trip rose from his bed, the screen of his Coil dissolving as he moved.

He was in no rush. Sly was in his kingdom now, after all. These were his rules he was playing by and he knew it. If he’d managed to forget, there was surely a refresher course waiting for him. He was a sight for sore eyes, small and scrawny, ruffled and just a hint trashy. Practically perfect in every way.

"Is this how we’re playing to-day…?" he drawled, the blond announcing himself from the hallway as he sauntered slowly on bare feet toward the living room. He was dressed down, wearing a light hoodie and ragged, well-worn jeans, hair pinned back with a dozen bobbypins and product-free. Bum style, meant to impress no one. Just the way Sly was the most impressed.

[azureruin-blog]

  After extended periods of time, it was strange how Sly was able to become his own self once more- but when he was with Trip and Virus- something became strange. A dependance that developed even before the young azure haired boy could notice the collar of thorns taking hold on him. It was a dangerous game he was playing, and Sly had no idea of the fact that his entire head was beneath the blade of the guillotine, and the only ones holding up the string were Trip and Virus.

But neither would ever hurt him, right?

 Seeing Trip for the first time in some time brought a smile to his face, no, not a smile, but a smirk as that voice- that deep voice rolled from the hallway and directly into Sly’s ears. ” You look like a fucking vagrant. ” Sly commented, approaching the yakuza with a hurried step, hands reaching out to touch his chest, to make sure to himself that Trip was there. Sly looked tired, it seemed, and traces of bruises still remained on his throat, but for his face- it was as if it were never beaten into at all. ” This is how we’re going to play always, I’m the fucking boss, if you don’t remember well. ”

  Fingers took the liberty of exploring Trip, feeling his form beneath the hoodie that had the intense smell of him. This was his stability, even if he would not admit it, there was something that he could stiff out that made him keep returning to the lion’s den. ” Your bed must be rock hard by now, I havn’t been around in a while. “

[badmorphinetrip]

"It's not the only thing rock hard without you," Trip teased, allowing Sly to press and touch as he pleased. He reflected the smaller boy's smirk, his own curving his lip to match the vaguely predatory expression in his eyes. He'd missed him, and Sly was certainly ensuring he wouldn't fail to notice just how much.

The bruises didn't go without notice, but he wouldn't bring them up here and now. No, there was time tonight for that, when his fingers traced them and pressed to judge just how deep they went. Were they the marks of his last lover? Were they from a fight? Had he tried to do something drastic? It was hard to pinpoint just what.

It didn't matter though. All that mattered was the two of them and this dance they'd learned so long ago. He would let Sly lead them, for now, to whatever tune he so chose.

"So tell me, boss, what will we be doing to celebrate your return?"

[scrapmink]

♆:Strangle

Needless to say, he was taken off-guard as the other’s hands wrapped around his neck, thumbs pressing down on his throat in an attempt to cut off his air supply. Golden eyes narrowed, looking down toward the blue-haired monstrosity; he’d always viewed Sly Blue as unpleasant, and borderline unholy in regards to his culture.

His hands grasped the other’s wrists, withdrawing them rather easily from around his neck.

"What the fuck are you doing, brat?" 

[mink-answers]

How about you and I have a little fun? - Love, Sly Blue

Tch. Can't find anyone else to notice you?