#mojiretsuno

[seraphxx]

entangledthreads + Satoshi &&. liked for a starter

   ─── ❝✶: Kira had occupied one of the recording studios in the building to steal away some time. Well, mostly for some peace and quiet to write some lyrics that suddenly popped into his head. He didn’t want to lose this sudden inspiration. 

   ❝Hmm...?❞ he looked up when he heard the door open. Kira incline his head in greeting towards him before he resumes writing. ❝How are you?❞ he asked briefly looking up.

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Saiko with Daiki

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗( He thinks she's gorgeous. Nothing to say otherwise. )

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗( Best friends honestly )

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗( He'd fuck her all week long if he could )

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗💗( He loves her more than he says. He needs to say it more )

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West with Armand for the heart thing xD (bc i felt like it lol)

Drop me a character name and I’ll reveal my muse’s heart...

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗( He's a good looking guy, he can admit that )

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗( He only really sees him because Bianca likes him )

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💔( Even for a kinkster like Armand, he sees nothing in this one )

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔( Again, he doesn't see any. Besides, he already has Bianca )

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[txt to: Mikky] There's a bed I'm laying on at home with your name on it~

       ⌠ txt:red ⌡ Yeah, tell me when I’m not busy! Prove it or I ain’t rushing over.

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rough touch - any

Send 'rough touch' and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter.

10 | 31 :: My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

         "I've had enough of your shit!" He promised to never drink again. With Ramon's support, he had been doing so well until ... tonight. The anniversary of the incident, the local news station creating an article that did nothing but push him over the edge. And now, here he was, hurting the last family he had on this Earth. His hands gripped on to the younger's neck tightly. Vision completely blurred, expression unlike any he had shown before. Senses were completely gone despite the struggling happening.

         And then he woke up. Greys opening wide, immediately releasing Ramon from his grip to stare at his hands for a few moments. What ... was he doing? Why had he done that? What had gotten in to him? The eyes that were on his hands looked down at the male now sitting on the floor. His instincts demanding he wrap him up in a tight embrace but ... No, Ramon probably hated him now. Even he couldn't understand what he'd done. Lips parted but no words passed. Instead, he hissed before turning to abruptly leave the apartment, keys in hand with no concern for his inebriated condition.

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rough touch - any

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11 | 31 :: Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

          Things had just happened so fast. One minute they were fine, the next one small wrong word and things had blown up. She was hormonal, Daiki understood that, but there was a limit to the types of things that could be said or done even in her state. And he cracked. A full blown argument erupting between them over … nothing, really. And the next thing he knew she was shoving him back against the nearest wall. A misstep allowing his body to smack against it with quite a bit of force. His voice is heard straining, shock spreading through his body before he fell forward a little as she stepped back. Composure was gathered in whatever time he had as teeth grit, glazed eyes staring up at her with an anger he hadn’t shown in years.

          “What the fuck is your problem?!” 

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♏ (okay but that one for Ramon/Damian; a scar Ramon got FROM Damian, too owo )

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

         Why did he put up with all of this?

         The question that many asked. One that even he pondered over. The dark space of their room lit only by the moon outside, his gaze was focused on the slumbering Spaniard at his side. A small marking on his nude frame coming in to clear view. His stomach curled in to itself, teeth grit slightly. Everyone had warned him to leave, warned him that Damian would never change, and yet he still stuck around. There was a loyalty and then there was just plain stupid and even the elder could admit that.

         He had lost control that day, to a level he never thought he would. He had hit him, thrown things, smacked him against the counter … Why did Ramon continue to stay by his side? A gentle motion in hopes of not waking him allowed Damian to reach up and fingers to sit against the mark every so lightly. Running the fingertips of his pointer and middle down the white trail that only acted as a reminder of what he had done.

         Why … did he put himself through all of this? Why?

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RIP Armand (BC LET'S GIVE THE FRENCH BBIES PAIN)

Send “RIP” and I’ll write a drabble of my Muse dying.

         Of all things; it was too ironic. He had been perfect for this profession without even realising it. His hand lightly gripped on to that of the woman by his side, fingers struggling to keep the same grip as her. Nothing but the beeping and outside ambience created mostly by his colleagues and family. Emerald eyes that still held their sparkle gazed towards the young woman. Holding every bit of love and adoration he had felt for her since their first night together.

         "Mon ange ... I am sorry." It pained him. Her beautiful face was stained because of him, her eyes red and bleary. It ached his very being. Even the pain that had slowly taken him over was nothing compared to seeing this. Small movements from his muscles allowed fingers to curl for even just a moment. His voice dry and hoarse, weak and faltering. And yet he kept trying.

         "You should not be hurting ... because of me. Not seeing your smile is painful. We have had fun ... have we not? We made memories ... we lived a good life together. At least ... I did." Tears gathered but he refused to let them fall. He had shed enough in any isolated time he could. But not now. Not when she was here.

         "I'm so blessed ... to have lived my time by your side, Bianca."