#gamereaped

[yamuenai]

@gamereaped : “It was not your decision to make. My life is my own.” / shiba

in their grand meeting place , chandeliers loom high above , crystal-encased flames bathing the daunting backdrop of gilded ebony tables & velvety burgundy drapes in an ethereal , milky glow . amidst this opulence , every utterance dripped from shiba's lips rings with an INSINCERE METALLIC TWANG that claws at the threads of hishima's rapidly fraying patience .

" does thirst for power outweigh your duty so much now , shiba ? " he retorts with terrifying calmness – a storm well-veiled behind ironclad composure . his tone is acrid as caffeine , impassionate as the frozen tundra whistling through the drapes that surround them . " understand that your existence is intrinsically tied to shinjuku’s welfare . SACRIFICING ONE IS AKIN TO MURDERING THE OTHER . "

[akashicmuses]

@gamereaped​

Shiba takes a deep breath, letting the smoke feel his lungs before breathing it all out. The smoke drifts upward, fading from view. Footsteps draw his attention from that, to the side.

“Off work now, are we?” He takes the cancerous stick and puts it out in a nearby ashtray.

[zettareaped]

Actions Of Kissing | Accepting

@gamereaped​ asked: 

[ NECK ] : sender brings a hand up and rests it on the back of the receiver's neck, pulling them in for a kiss. / haha what if josh and sho

     There’s a low growl in the back of his throat, shoulders stiff as he was being dragged down-- like he was fighting the pull as he was being dragged down and towards the other. One hand was already firmly against Joshua’s waist, nails digging into the thin fabric of that obnoxiously clean and pressed shirt. It was as if any kind of grip or pull against it in order to ruin it was an act of rebellion in of itself. 

     When Sho kisses Joshua back, it’s like roaring flame. Harsh, flickering and all consuming. There’s an anger behind his kiss, a deep rooted hatred that could be mistaken as passion at first glance from anyone who doesn’t know either of them. Much like everything he does, he kisses to prove a point, teeth sinking into the skin of Joshua’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood to smear. 

    Iron fills his sense of smell and taste as he was pulling back, teeth bared into a smug grin before a pierced tongue slips past to lap the smeared crimson from his lips. 

[a-musing-mixologist]

@gamereaped​ asked:

" Aight lissen up lil broseph, ya might think ya got this figured out but lemme show you how is done, yo. " The can of air is taken and aimed right for his face, pushing the nozzle when the air pushes at his face, blonde locks of hair pushed back in the process, stops, then tosses it in his direction. " Your move. " / hands you a beat for fret

    “Oooooh is that how you do it.  I was just like... putting it in my mouth.”  Which was also fun.  Not filling in any way, shape, or form, but certainly fun.  He couldn’t expect the other Twisters to understand, but of course Beat would get it.  He swore they were on the same frequency.  He takes the can from the blond, mirroring the move though he scrunches his eyes closed as he does.  Psssshhhht.  

      “Hahahaha, it’s like racing down the road with the wind in your hair!”  He shook his head, brown-and-blond locks falling back into place.  “Smells like Shibuya, too!”

[zettareaped]

@gamereaped​ asked: 

" You're getting so restless again, what are we going to do with you? " there's a light teasing in the form of his contemplative hum when a single finger slips beneath his chin and begins tracing over his jawline. " I suppose there's some time left before I take my leave, so what do you think we should do about that? " He eases in, ghosts his lips against the other pair but not quite sealing the kiss, he leans back, wings aid him with floating backwards before slipping the lollipop back into his mouth. / kariya to sho

     “Tch--” The scoff was leaving his lips as he hears those worse. Of course he was-- how could he be expected to sit still when there was still so much to be done? He wasn’t anywhere near his desired goal, still hadn’t been able to factor in just what it was he needed despite already considering himself quite impressive. He knew his limits, and they just simply weren’t pushed far enough yet. 

     There’s a flare of pink that crosses his cheeks as that featherlight touch caresses over his jaw and the factoring tease was leaning in just enough without giving anything just to annoy him. Sho gives him a half annoyed, half mocking look as he steps towards the Reaper, reaching out and pulls that lollipop right from between his lips, depositing it between his own. That all too familiar sweet flavor glazes over his tongue as he finds himself smirking. 

     “Don’t tell me you honestly expected me to mind my own numbers,” he counters as he reaches out to drag Kariya in by the collar, not caring that he’s floating away from him. “But, if you’re going to be a whining hectopascal about it, I suppose I can spare some of my t-variable.” He adds, only removing the sucker from between his lips in order to tug Kariya in closer, pushing his mouth against his in an all too familiar roughness only to be followed by the wetness of his tongue to lap up any sweet remnants that remained.

[zettareaped]

Incorrect Quotes | Accepting

@gamereaped​ asked: 

“good  morning.  what  the  fuck  is  wrong  with  you?” / but also hands sho this from josh

     Unprompted and as infuriating as always, Joshua has to make himself known. Sho was in the middle of pouring an ungodly amount of sugar into the cup of coffee in his hand. He doesn’t even need to turn around to see him, he can just feel the other’s presence when he enters the room. Even if he couldn’t, that voice is far too easy to pick out of a crowd. 

     Even if that crowd is nothing more than Sho’s own living space. 

     The question posed has his eyes rolling somewhat as a spoon was used to stir in the sweetener, creating something beautiful from something so bitter, like dividing a fraction of a whole integer to get a perfectly well rounded odd. 

     “Wouldn’t you like to know, kilopascal?” 

[kitaishi]

— “how many bags of icing sugar do we need again?” / throws rindo @ mom !

★ . ━  ❛ baking prompts // holidays with the strifes.

while tifa patiently listens to another frantic customer on the phone, she calmly writes down the latest addition to a long list of rush orders the bakery had lined up for the holidays: one cranberry pound cake, two cheesecakes ( although, it sounded like they were on the verge of adding a third ), and a dozen gingerbread cookies. as the overwhelmed client seem to debate internally with themselves on the other end of the line, tifa tries to throw out some casual suggestions in order to gently move things along. she's a bit tired after bouncing between taking phone calls, helping pack orders, and everything else that was needed to keep their business running. still, tifa couldn't quite rest yet - even if all she really wants right now is to sit in a long, hot bubble bath. sightly softly into the receiver, the woman is nearly about to suggest one of cloud's pies as an alternative dessert despite how her heart sinks a little at the idea.

tifa didn't really want to accept that the mixed berry pie cloud baked a few days ago wouldn't be hers to claim anymore. tifa had really wanted to pair a hot slice with a scoop of vanilla ice cream and a glass of her favorite dessert wine... before tifa could bring it up though, she hears her son calling from the secondary kitchen adjourned to their home.

   ' moooom! how many bags of icing sugar do we need again? '

she quickly mutes her phone, shouting back from where she sat in her office on the other side of the house, ❛ about four honey ! actually...make it six to be safe! ’ thankfully, the customer is still waffling, not even aware of her brief moment away, when she unmutes her cellphone. tifa returns without missing a beat, ❛ you know, our holiday cake is another popular special that may be perfect for you! it's a strawberry shortcake that can provide a sweet but lighter alternative for your dinner guest if interested? ’ thankfully, the client seemed to love the suggestion and so the shortcake, as well as another cheesecake, got added to the order. pie saved.

pleased with herself, tifa stood and stretched her sore back before silencing her phone for the rest of the evening in order to focus on what mattered: her family. cloud was doing some finishing up deliveries, leaving her to get started on some of his orders with a bit of help from rindo. speaking of their son: the teen practically looked as if he was on death's row while he drops the last bags of needed sugar on the counter. ❛ don't look too enthused to help your uncool mom with baking. ’ she lovingly rolls her eyes at him as she enters the kitchen, snatching a marshmallow from one of the various bowls littering the kitchen's island and cutely giving him a tiny ' bop! ' on the nose with it before popping it in her mouth.

' ugh, stop it mom! ' rindo whines as he swats tifa's hands away, pretending to be annoyed by her 'lame' antics. despite his words, tifa can't help but notice ( and secretly treasure ) the small smirk on her baby boy's face - even while he desperately tries to hide it from her. ❛ let's get you started on mixing the icing. i'll walk you through your grandmother's recipe while you work. ’ rindo's already stuffing his cellphone in his pants with a bored sigh and heading over to sink - where he earns a nod of approval from his mom as he begins to wash his hands first just like she and cloud always instructed him to. tifa's tying an old but faithful, flour coated apron around her waist when a thought suddenly comes to her.

❛ say rindo... ’ she says aloud, pulling out a few measuring cups and spoons as she did so. ❛ if both your dad and i are pleased with your work tonight, i'll let you pretend to be sick tomorrow to play that game of yours you love so much alright? ’

tifa can practically hear his neck whip around towards her, his quiet voice soft but hopeful ' no way! really? ' tifa just hums innocently with a smile, popping another marshmallow in her mouth before simply saying, ❛ very way. ’ ...which earns her an immediate - and loud - groan after. she ignores it to affectionately ruffle his hair with a laugh.

❛ alright kiddo... ’ tifa punches a fist into her hand in order to pump them both up for the long, laborious night ahead. ❛ let's get to work! ’

[eseluna]

"Do I need to change?" / rindo to rhyme

"what should stop you from not changing?" the skies are dark and swirl from the oncoming omen to reign on shibuya. the end, perhaps, but rhyme's eyes remain upward, optimistic and blue. the city is fighting back, and he hopes his own spirit sent up will help in the battle about to unfold.

what stands before them are the remaining cast who will enact the grand endeavor of restoring shibuya. the solid forms of rindo and his ragtag group, beat stepped ahead of the rest, the glitches of reapers and neku. they stand before rhyme despite the looming threat. the present souls of shibuya rise / resist / resound, like twinkling bells. a hand clutches the pendant around their neck. they have seen the edge of the world before in a different light. and yet, they feel safe.

"i think that you've already changed." rhyme turns to the time traveler, smiling with certainty. they have been here before as well. not the edge of the world, but rather, the shifting sands. the rolling tides. phases of the moon. stable, but ever moving. why say your dreams were taken when these blanks can be filled anew? "but that's not a bad thing. we can also think of change as, well... growth. and you have, haven't you rindo?"

they clench their first, determined. "we can do this. you can do this."