#cursechakra

[groazei]

@cursechakra said ; teef

Unprompted !

Alucard voice : Wanna feel 'em ?

[nikushiimi]

shadow and bone starters // accepting @cursechakra : “ i was wrong about you. ” / from misumi

" most people are. most people don't want to admit that i'm right, too." he's got a one-track mind despite this sudden reform, his good behavior owed all to a particular jinchuuriki. he still despises the leaf, but he's not in any position to fight them any longer.

[nikushiimi]

shadow and bone starters // accepting @cursechakra : “ don’t presume that you know me just because you’ve heard a few rumors and read a few articles. ” / from kaito ?

" you're overestimating how much i care. " for all sasuke cares about, he's merely surprised that the man in question hasn't aligned himself with orochimaru as well. curiosity bubbles within him at the prospect of forbidden powers he has not yet seen. the time to leave the nest will come soon enough, but he's not certain yet if scoping out orochimaru's competition will lead to anything worthwhile. " just tell me if it's true or not and i'll be on my way. "

[spydcddy]

when you tell the truth, you look different. your eyes change. / from misumi !

⭒✮ ゜ •̤ ⸜ ⭒ 𝐒𝐏𝐘 / 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ➝ accepting !

⟮ ⟐ ⟯  𓐆˙ ̤    ⁎         he'd trained for this.  fully conditioned to pass even the most sensitive of lie detector tests by the most discerning specialists.    ──    he'd done it.  hovered under the radar for as long as decades.  no one loid knew of could nor should pick up on the insignificant differences in his tone or eye contact if the truth ever did spill out.  a brief freeze at her review.  the bar seemed louder,    practically  deafening as the detective pulls himself together.  he can hardly place where he stumbled,   but maybe that was the consequence of being overworked.  much conversation felt like muddied water with every answer on auto-pilot.  all of it was endless small talk   . . . .  til it wasn't.  when did it end and when did it deepen?

no.  she was seeing things.  possibly stirring doubt if he'd let it   ──    he frowns,    setting his beverage on the counter.  gloved fingers tip his hat forward,    shielding the very blue gaze his mission partner held room to comment on.  an uncomfortable feeling inside.   ❝ they're tired. a lot like this topic we're on.     ──    if we're done here then i'll be closing my tab.  some of us have work around the clock. ❞

[kontororu]

@cursechakra said; ❝ you seem pretty human for someone who isn't. ❞ / from kikyo !

YOU SEEM PRETTY ▁▁▁ FOR SOMEONE SO ▁▁▁

—    ❛ WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'M not human? ❜ Feigning innocence, falsehood like the viper in Eden. She stands still, ever knowing of the fact that her humanity was lost, & much like the others, Makima could smell the rot coming off her. It would have made her nauseated if she were not already accustomed to the foul scent. [ death will always follow the pestilence. ] Makima smiles, one of fondness & tenderness that hides her own deathly ways.

❛ I think this is the pot calling the kettle black here, stranger. You aren't humanlike despite the facade you wear. ❜

[defiantflames]

You're really pretty / what if i said from izzy to aerith ??????

Aerith braces herself, figuring Sasuke is getting the 'pretty' compliments again. Which isn't unusual since he is a beautiful man, but if his mood isn't right well…

Nicely put they've been asked to leave other establishments because of his responses. When several beats pass without answer, she looks in his direction. He's excitedly engaged with the guitarist of the local band they just watched. Wait that means...

Her green eyes grow wide.

"Oh! You're talking to me!" Turning to face the woman, Aerith tucks a stray strand behind her ear as warmth spreads over her cheeks. Fidgeting with her drink, she takes a moment to take in this pretty stranger with midnight hair and even darker eyes. She is a gorgeous woman who has her gaze right on her. Crossing a leg over her knee, Aerith adjusts her pastel pink dress before smiling widely.

"Thank you," she leans forward so they don't have to shout, "that's very sweet of you to say. You're absolutely gorgeous." Never one to mince her words, she continues more than happy to have someone else to talk to. "Would you like to take a seat?"

@cursechakra / Send "You're really pretty" for my muse's reaction

[tewwor]

･.◤ / from kenjiiii to kusaaaaa

Send (･.◤) for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating! (not accepting ) — @cursechakra

Normally, he's more put together than this. At least enough to come across as composed and not ... whatever the fuck this is. Being pent up is one thing. Acting on it is another and not something he entertains unless in the complete privacy of his own home. Or, well, if whoever he's seeing wants to watch or whatever, but he doesn't exactly have that right now. Not completely. Nothing outside of this giant fucking elephant in whatever room they both happen to occupy.

The tension's all there. The air around them always ends up being charged to some capacity, but neither of them speak on it — much less do anything.

So when Atsuya wakes from a very nice dream that involves his current guest just a room over ... he has two options. The first being the most rational and not do anything about the hard on tenting under the blankets. Think of something awful, go take an ice cold shower, whatever it takes to make that thing wilt.

Then there's the second option. Get himself off and be done with it. Should be easy enough. It's not like he's unfamiliar with where to touch so he can barrel towards clarity again. It's more so the principle of it. How guilt will surely start to gnaw at him the second it's seriously contemplated.

Thing is, he's still groggy. Bleary to the nth degree. So when Atusya rolls over while struggling to make up his sleep-addled mind and gets the tiniest bit of friction ... well, he repeats it without much thought; simply because it felt good. Fleeting, but it didn't have to stay like that. He could extent it for another few seconds ... minutes ...

Fuck. Fine. He's giving in. Swears it won't take long and he'll be absolutely silent. Even as he goes to spit in a hand and cram it down his boxers, shivering from the feeling of his own calloused palm. There's no teasing like he tends to do with a bit of self indulgence. Just quick strokes and a firm hold.

He almost does it. With his shirt having been pulled between his teeth and his face half buried in the pillow. Atusya can feel himself drawing closer and closer —

The slow glide of a door opening sounds.

The top of his head peers outside of the bundle of blankets as he all but freezes. Hand still wrapped around his aching cock — just seconds away from bliss. "Ke.." Shit, he's breathing way too hard. Practically sounds winded. A deep breath's drawn in, but does little to calm the storm his pulse kicked up. "Kenji, what—" His lower half cants ever so slightly and Atsuya almost bites through his fucking tongue. A moan swells in the base of his throat, pushing and begging to be freed.

"Don't." Voice tightening, he refuses to acknowledge that as a whine.

[bitethroats]

ᯓ☆ her  footsteps  are  fast  but  light.  quick  as  a  whip  and  twice  as  eager  for  SOME  form  of  companionship,  lavender  all  but  skids  to  a  stop  beside  kana.  TROUBLE  glints  in  her  eyes,  a  lopsided  grin  all  the  indication  the  world  could  need  as  a  sign  that  the  would-be  witch  has  been  UP  TO  SHIT  once  again.  it  is  tuesday  morning,  and  lavender  has  no  doubt  already  committed  at  least  THREE  different  petty  crimes.  

❝  hey,  you  mind  acting  like  we’re  best  friends  for  a  few  seconds  ??  juuust  until  a  few  cops  pass  by.  i’ll  pay  you,  promise.  ❞ 

its  fingers  are  crossed  behind  its  back. 

@cursechakra / starter call.