#honourquinx

[sunebi-a]

@honourquinx​.

‘ you didn’t hear? that’s quite the surprise for someone well... like you-- kaito managed to seal the deal for this upcoming mission. he’ll leading instead of you. it is a pretty big deal, unfortunately you’ll just have to sit sideline to him taking charge. and just have no choice but to listen to him. ‘

[pellecebrae]

Little Birthday thing for Vodka @honourquinx ♡~

     ❦ Noises are barely perceptible. Are nothing much beyond the fine shift of a silken veil covering the bed that had been shared - how far? how far had they went? - numerous times before without anybody around knowing, with them only wishing to perceive the intricacies of a relationship nourished and grown and raised beyond what many would think even possible. Barely perceptible beyond the fine breathing sounds that virtually sounded like she was asleep. Was perfectly content basking in the warmth of a simple spring-afternoon, while secretly and shyly the wind would pour in through cracks of floor-length windows opening up the view over Tokyo's sky.

    ❦ How deceptively peaceful - one might want to think - to have that little scene of serenity be broken with nothing else but light laughter. A giggling sound pouring out from her little 'hideout' of cotton and velvet when keys had opened the apartment, steps had chimed around the place, searching and seeking, the mutters of wonderment incomprehensible yet its softness so easily perceived.

    ❦ He knew that she was here. Aware of her presence, shared thought their little togetherness was, a sanctuary of souls to come to rest while the world on the outside may search for them, hunt for them, want to tear everything from them and figure out the minute details of all that was their own and holy. No, only for one another was that to be seen, now when she shifts and turns and curls lithe body around that plush toy caught and held 'captive' for him to follow the trail of a riddle he did not anticipate would wait for him once returned.

    ❦ Returned and then stood, waiting in the doorway to the grand bedroom while watching that little someone curled up underneath silken sheets. All but drags a smile to his lips, softened and light and so undeniably unknown even to Furuta himself, for who would have thought that this was a situation his eyes were ever allowed to see? His ears were able to hear? Furthermore touch to be placed, would be so decidedly mild and tender, skit over the ground of woven material to find itself repaid with the tingle of laughter perceived like the fine rain now drumming against window plane. When had it begun? That fine serenading song underlining this picturesque perfection? He didn't care - he wouldn't want to care. There was something more important to pursue and watch, have it engraved in his mind as if it was one of the last things he was ever allowed to see.

    ❦ When she turned and revealed that plush 'stolen' from the living room, a peculiar toy, red and soft, in the form of a rather large lobster, yet would it be held against her chest in mischievous play.

    ❦ Smile spreads, as bright as the sunshine to illuminate the room with a warmth barely felt before. A shower and wind and the howling reminders of a storm incoming, now drowned out towards nought at all. Chimed beyond with that appeased tune, the darkness slowly dragging its coat beyond the horizon, near then was pushed away by another sun to shine. Did not take too long for her to reach for him, spreading arms in expectation of more to come. As soft and simple and light the realisations, to dawn upon them that this was their time to share it all---

    ❦ ---To know that whatever was around them in this time of darkness and cruelty, would not creep beyond those doors, inside these smooth and white layers.  That more was a little gentleness and permission granted to none at all past him, when Elettra moves and adjusts, would have him curl up just on top of her. Would have him closer and nearer, the way her heart beats in symphony with this or that little raindrop's drum.

    ❦ When object of possession was abandoned, when the free space would then be taken up with more warmth, with ginger touches, slender arms wrap around his shoulders and pull him in, to rest and relax, to maybe talk about these little tiny things and quips of a moment that are not - or should not - be spoken about with those that are not supposed to know. How quaint. But even in their silent breathing and heart-filled laughter, when he holds her close as she does him; how undeniable was it not? That their life was together and their future did not seem quite so dim?

[quinxtm]

🕊️|| @honourquinx

     Hesitantly she stops in her tracks when she hears her name being whispered by the other in the room. Her right hand is placed against the door frame. Head turns to look at his features, soaking them in even in the dim lighting of the television. ❝ Yes, Urie? ❞ She asks before he calls her over.

     Footsteps are silent as she slowly walks back over to the couch. Beside him she sits, resisting the urge to run her fingers through his messy hair. The news drones on in the background, reports of ghoul attacks and something about a special interview with this ‘ Shini Takashi ’ ( the name sends shivers down her spine ) coming up in the next few minutes.

     He’s tired, and she can tell, evidence spotted all over his body. His eyes baggy, shoulders slouched ( surprising for someone with almost perfect posture at all times ), even in this state he still managed to look quite charming. ❝ What is it? ❞ Heart skips a beat, mind racing, thinking of all the various things he could say to her. Can the simple task of placing a blanket to provide one comfort lead to anything she was thinking of?

[cannibalic]

@honourquinx​

     He watches carefully as the nurse guides his son, his boy into the visiting area. Mikito smiles as Kuki sits, lately he’s been feeling better, better enough to except visitors. He’s been out of his catatonic stage for a couple days now, and Mikito was glad he was able to see his son. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Now if only his wife would visit him when he would call for her. He appreciates that Kuki has made a few attempts to visit him in the previous weeks. As Kuki sits, Mikito speaks up,  ❝ How’s the Q Squad going? It’s the Quinx right? ❞

[quinxtm]

URIE AND MOKO ART: 1 / ??? ft: @honourquinx

[pellecebrae]

~ ★ Christmas Drabble for Vodka @honourquinx ♡ ~

     ♤ How long has it been? Time had flown by so mercilessly. Ruthlessly. And still, in a sense, he had never looked back [ was that true? ]. With all these little flashes and pieces of information trickling in as if to hammer it inside his mind that - in a sense - had forgotten 'something' [ someone? ] and was not let off anytime soon from that very phantasm haunting dreams. Tokyo was a cesspool for however long Jura had been able to remember and with his father's decision to remove his children from the tumultuous rage and war that was going on against an enemy neither ghoul nor human was truly able to understand, he had been made to watch and consider. Had been pushed to survey the offered data that media would be able to cover [ how much had it truly been? ].

    ♤ It went all over the world like a shadow. Engulfing whatever security would dangle in front of mortal minds within a few hours that Tokyo itself would need to recover. Was it real? Was it an illusion dragged out by those that didn't want to believe? Had peace finally come?

    ♤ Whatever it may be, time that had passed was enough for the doctor to entertain a trip back. For his sire to permit it even though indulgence of said cause would be rather short-lived, humorous as the leader was, he would wave it off the moment something could cross minds. So , he shall leave his oldest be. After all: for the second at least, he would be fine in that cacophony of silent screams and toneless blight. It was a journey meant to perceive what all had come undone [ and, perchance, if anything could be used by getting there ]. Favourable still, that something was waiting for him.

    ♤ Something he did not think he had so sorely missed.

    ♤ Seeing those formerly hating one another to be in 'harmony' with not an ounce of hate to be found [ it was a lie, and he knew it ] was an entertaining realisation to rely upon those waiting later. Wandering into the former headquarters of those that would loathe and long to kill him, now to be invited in and greeted so politely still [ it was a lie as well. they didn't know who he was ]. Honey-sweet would a requested name drip from his tongue in waiting for the officer to regard and redirect him---

    ♤ ---Just for expression to frown. For confusion to rise. He had to call another one, the mentioned name of 'Washuu' being to his surprise. Another was then given, a call had been made [ oh, he had so much to ask after, didn't he? ], before Jura would be brought along and deeper into the headquarters that had been so shortly ago - how long? how long? - the bane of his kind's existence in this beautiful and yet rotten city's core.

    ♤ Waiting with legs crossed over one another, the papers he had been offered to get to know what had gone over missed only regarded with minor glances. Unfurling before his eyes was a story untold yet by media and mind.

    ♤ How quaint, he thinks, with hot coffee to touch his lips, his tongue, his throat---

    ♤ ' ---Jura? '

    ♤ The sound was near foggy to reach his occupied mind. The name that falls in those very delightful tones of unexpected cadence was enough to have him raise his head, tilt it marginally to the side and regard the man now staring at him with unbridled surprise with a mild smile that would be so rarely seen. So barely perceived [ not even for his family would he do it that often ]. " It has been a while, Mister Suzuki~ " And thus he announces his awareness of the changes. The realisations. The questioning tones formerly having fallen from new co-workers and corrections made for the doctor to proceed, oh---

    ♤ ---Maybe it was all too much? Judging by the still haunted expression that drops gaze down the ground at the moment his teasing greeting had left lips with that slightest of curls. Oh, how long ago had it been [ how many years had passed? ], and before long his slender form shifts and moves. Unfurls from his place of waiting to meticulously wander closer and closer, each step resonating with the drumming of one's heart. Slower and slower before the stop of Jura's solicitous grace would nearly still Matsuri's heart whole. How long had it been? [ and why, indeed, had he returned? ].

    ♤ Thus lithe hands would reach up, bridge that distance between them that was nearly daunting [ oh so haunting ] until soft fingertips trace along worrisome tired lines. How much older he appeared since Jura had left and how they had grown 'apart' still able to cross that gap like it was nought. Oh, he had forgotten something. Had left someone behind [ on his father's request, for the other man would not want to hide ], so thus, before anything could be said, a smile as bright as sunshine blooms upon his face. Years, truly had it been years already? Why not offer something that seemed so far out of reach and yet could be touched and chased like the fine built of bones explored and tenderly grasped moving inside his wrist.

    ♤ What to do with this moment of misery? While ignoring all the echoes around them, the questions that arise and the discussions that might result? Never once in his life had he bothered or pondered with these thoughts to be answered by the desires whirling around his mind and the subtlety of a claim that they were for---

    ♤ ---One another? " My father requested I report back to him with the answer how this part of the world is turning out to be~ " A subtle singing chime in fluency of the Japanese spoken so long ago. Knowing well enough that his voice had always soothed him. Always - broken - him. Thus, he laughs, a mere raise of his shoulders with a stark gentleness so barely perceived. " And report back from you, that is. " So rarely would the leader permit for others to know and comprehend how much he does covet this or that being in existence. Why not now? Thus, when Matsuri's eyes reach his own and lips do part to question, silenced he finds himself with the tenderness of a kiss. " And will take you home with me. " Because he has been told to - and he wants to as well.

[cannibalic]

@honourquinx​ || ♥

     HE’S HAPPY TO HAVE SOMEONE IN THE SHOP WHILE HE’S IN CHARGE. There’s a sudden feeling of confidence when Urie asks if he’s the resident artist. The other had accidentally stroked his ego, and Kamisori couldn’t stop grinning. ❝ No, I’m Uta’s apprentice, but I do work for clients now and then if they request. ❞ He states proudly. 

     ❝ You can skim through mine or Uta’a portfolio if you like. ❞ He states, walking over to a table hosting two black books, one with his name engraved in it and the other with Uta’s. He picks them up and walks back over to Urie, placing them down on the table near him. Digits gingerly pull back page after page after he flips through his book, leaving it open on his best design yet as he goes for Uta’s book. ❝ Uta’s been doing this longer than I have, but I think I’m pretty good at it too. It’s up to you though, ❞

[hhemeraa-a]

questions 80 - 90 for myles bc i am no coward B)

That Good Good N.SFW Ask

80. Favorite sexual position? answered!

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

Absolutely Not.

If any partner calls Myles a slut or whore in bed, you better believe he will close up shop and leave you there. Doesn’t care where they are in the middle of the act, he will drop you like a hot potato. Myles is definitely into some degrading talk, but those words are just a turn off. You can be a lot more creative than trying to shame someone for dickin’ around a lot which is literally the opposite of anything Myles does. 

82. Are you into any BDSM?

Medium to light BDSM? I guess would be the scale of it. He is definitely a lot more weary about it being done to himself, but he’ll gladly do it to others without any qualms. Especially restrictive, overwhelming edging things? If he doesn’t have to take his clothes off to get you off, that’s a great day in Myles’ books. But for other muses to try and do this to him would require sooooo much trust for him to not yeet himself into the void. He has a lot of control issues, so those would need to be quelled first before he lets anyone just do BDSM to him. 

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldnt for any reason? Why?

Yes. Because they were in a very committed relationship to someone else and it’s not his place to ruin that. Myles really respects other people’s boundaries when it comes to relationships, which is why when he eventually did sleep with the guy, it sent him down a horrific rabbit hole of agony and self loathing. 

84. Do you like dirty talk?

No.

Especially if it’s vulgar. Myles would rather you shut up and do it instead of trying to talk about it first. Finds it a waste of breath, but that’s not to say it is effective at times. 

85. Are you loud or quiet during sex? Masturbation?

Quiet-ish during sex and if you can manage to pull some louder sounds from him, then that’s half the battle won right there. He makes really good sounds when he does, so good job.  Considering he doesn’t really masturbate, when he does, its not like some wild dick party, so that’s definitely quiet there too. 

86. Have you ever been interrupted during sex or masturbation? Who/what?

This is such a funny concept, but I don’t think Myles would consider it an interruption if it was during sex, BUT as it stands, Myles has not been interrupted unless it was from like… his partner stopping. 

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?

Doesn’t watch porn out of interest. In high school he’d watch porn because he was curious, but he doesn’t really get off on it, so it’s more of just like… getting ideas? He thinks most of it is fake anyway, so why bother.

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

You will catch him dead in the streets of France before he ever admits any of that.

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

……………….yes. But he won’t say who and he’ll probably never tell them. Probably. 

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them? answered!