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I WANT TAKESHI TO HAVE A HAPPY LIFE

-> Anonymously tell me what you want to see happen to my muse. / @hinodae

#answered -> shan #hinodae #ooc.#absolutely not you ask too much of me gray

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digivolve this ( accepting ) — @hinodae

Mind-boggling and taxing as it is to reawaken when he shouldn't have, he doesn't let up on trying to comprehend what happened. Time and time again, he tries to piece things together. Even at the expense of that ruinous hole left in the center of his mind. Certain things have become clearer, but those finer details still swim just out of reach.

Right now, he's taking inventory. Aching head — does he even have a head or neck? — aside, the current shape of his body is ... unfortunate. It serves him well enough to slip away, blend in, get into odd and small places. But, well, it's different. His movements, while surprisingly agile, are still awkward. He has a hand ( to an extent ), but there's only so much he can hold onto. Only one eye is able to perceive the looming world that surrounds him.

It's different. It's difficult. It's frustrating, but there is one constant.

Despite the glaring risk it puts him in, he's unable to stray once familiar spikes of pink hair are spotted. So he lurks. Tries his best to hide away and keep his residuals at a bare minimum. Yet it's only a matter of time before he's been made.

#hinodae #* & fluent in legalese — dialogue .#* & northbound — cursed spirit verse .#// .. i didnt mean for that to get so long

⚫〰️⚫ satoru or sukuna perhaps?

he's stealing christmas!!!

shitty, shitty drawings. | ACCEPTING // @hinodae

#do not ask me where this came from i have no answer #sundays drive me to insanity #>> out.#>> dash games.#hinodae

@hinodae asked: [ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough ;; phoenix to takeshi -> ⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

it never starts out this way, honest t'god! it's not like takeshi kisses him with the intention of pushing for more - he ain't got much self control in that respect, but he's got enough to at least make it seem like he doesn't have dick on the mind twenty-four fuckin' seven! but one kiss just ain't enough, it never will be - he was stupid for thinking otherwise. he knows this now.

the movie ain't anythin' other than background noise as it plays quietly, long since forgotten. shit, takeshi couldn't even say what the movie was about if you asked him now, wouldn't even care to - not when he's got phoenix here with him, hands on his chest and kissing him like he's the only thing that matters and damn it, he doesn't think that anyone's ever kissed him like that before phoenix came back into his life.

it's everything that he's ever wanted ; slow and deep, like they've got all the time in the world. there's nothing else in the damn world that matters except the two of them as they map out each little curve and bump of the other's body, kisses that linger before drifting down toward phoenix's throat, teeth that graze across tender flesh, leaving evidence that he'd been there before he feels hands on his hips, pulled the short distance until he's straddling phoenix's lap.

it's embarrassing, the sound that he makes, the way his hands scramble to find purchase against his boyfriend's shoulders - and for a moment they just look at each other, chests heaving, lips puffy and red but ultimately, they look happy.

and fuck, a look like that could make a man do just about anythin' for love. "--god, y'don't even know what y'do ta me." it's takeshi that surges forward then, hands that only cradle the other's face for a few seconds before he decides he needs more. because when he's got fuckin' perfection here underneath him, what the hell was he meant to do other than cherish it?

hands waste no time as they find their way under phoenix's shirt, guiding it over his boyfriend's head and taking to kiss any part of exposed skin that he can when his lips are covered. there's laughter in the air at such a silly display and takeshi can't help but smile as phoenix kisses him again, pulls him even closer so that they're chest to chest, as close as their bodies would allow. "i love you--" he murmurs into the kiss, fingers tracing patterns on their way down, fumbling with the lone button of the other's jeans.

"fuck, fuck-- i love you so fuckin' much."

#♡ answered -> takeshi #hinodae #me but i'm sobbing i love them i L OVE THEM??#tbf i love all our ships BUT STILL #cw suggestive

satoru is biting chiaki’s shoulder. just a little nibble.

❝ oww! don't rush me! it'll be done soon— ❞

#ic.#chiaki threads.#hinodae #chiaki bond » hinodae — satoru gojo ( stylist au: let's make some noise! )#{ MEAN 2 HER.... either a) she's altering smth for him and he's standing there shirtless waiting for it to be finished #or b) she's working and he wants to pull her out to do smth together SDJFHKSDHFS }#{ EITHER GOOD <3 }

would @hinodae survive the apocalypse?

it should've been an easy run. they'd done it a million times, knew the area like the backs of their hands -- the very hands that are now overwhelmed by red. naoki's eyes fight to stay open, gazing up at her but not really seeing her any longer, and chiyo helplessly presses harder against his gushing neck wound as she chokes back a sob. there shouldn't have been any runners here. there shouldn't have... she bites her lip until it hurts. they should've been more careful. she should've been more careful.

even after naoki's eyes fall shut and do not open again, chiyo remains in the same spot, tucked into the corner of the room she'd hastily dragged him into after the attack. even after she falls asleep with her cousin laying in her lap, her hand still rests on a pile of bloody gauze against his neck. even after she wakes, she can't leave him. not yet.

but the door slowly creaks open to reveal her sorrow, and it is pure instinct that draws and aims the gun at the older man intruding upon them. her bloodied hands remain steady despite herself. chiyo's brow furrows. her voice is scratchy when she speaks, soft and quiet as though she's trying not to wake someone. " careful. there's infected nearby. " it's a warning as much as it's a threat. guns are loud, and chiyo has little left to lose now.

#hinodae #you absolutely do not have to match my length asdfg as always i just got carried away :' ))#btw if you aren't keen on a first meeting just let me know and i can modify this!#i had to be there to be loved | interactions

@hinodae asked: "you're all i can think of, every drop i drink up . . . " noé sings to himself, unfortunately within vanitas' vicinity. it's not his fault it's catchy ! are his shoulders moving to the beat? yes, yes they are.

He doesn't look up towards him, more than used to his presence and voice shifting in and out by this point, but feels his body respond despite himself. ( Was that a subtle shifting his own shoulders? Maybe --- )

"You're my soda pop, my little-- "

Wait a minute.

Wait a god damn fucking minute.

Vanitas is twirling in his seat at the speed of light, grabbing the nearest thing to his desk - thank the gods it's one of the strewn pillows from his bed, for noé's sake - before he's launching it at the other's head. With deadily accurately.