#raw feeling

[decay1ngstatic]

— ink on my spine, your hands bear paint.

contents. suguru geto x gn!reader. reader has a tattoo. fluff.

★ jiah’s notes. i’m SO gonna get a dragon tattoo when i’m older. WAHH

the dragon tattoo sprawled across your back was nothing short of a masterpiece too ethereal to be true.

so dangerous yet so safe-looking, with feral eyes that almost comforted with their unseeing manner, and skin pulled back into a snarl that was both unsettling and awe-striking.

(and then there’s you.)

lazily resting your upper half over suguru’s lap, absent-mindedly picking at the rug, merely feeling when his slender fingers paint the scales of your lil’ dragon with such tender focus that you might think that he’s working on a masterpiece that required every fibre of his attention.

(he wants to keep this masterpiece to himself, though.)

“you always paint it the same colours,” you find yourself mutter, spilling out the thought as soon as it came into your mind. you’d never have to think much about your words with suguru, anyway.

“i do,” he chuckles. “d’you want me to colour them differently?”

(oh, you look delectable like this. like an art he’d want to stare at forever and ever.)

“no,” you say, cheeks flushing a little when you feel his touch linger between your shoulder blades, gently working the tension out and making you relax like he always did. “carry on.”

suguru hums, resuming his careful ministrations on your skin— slow, but not hesitant. in a way that makes you close your eyes and bury your face into his thigh to breathe in his scent— like something distinctly him.

like the smell of something citrus. lime, you think. he’s always drinking that soda. a hint of nicotine, but it’s not obnoxious. and that fragrance that you can’t quite put a finger on, but would immediately recognise as suguru’s smell.

(your home.)

oh, love works in strange ways.

(maybe your nose, too.)

you tilt your head a little, peeking at him over your shoulder— curious, fond eyes staring at his face.

(gods, he looks so pretty like this.)

hair up, but not as tight— just to get them out of his gaze’s way while he smothers your tattoo in all the attention that it deserved. yet, stray strands already fall askew, some even tickling your bare skin whilst he hunches over you to worship that expanse of skin like he does everytime. some flecks of paint cover his hands, and his concentrated expression makes you crack a smile; before you turn back to focus on the rug again.

he notices that smile.

(of course he does. he notices every single thing about you.)

his heart gives a lil’ clench, and he smiles too.

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[koidreaming]

summer walker is an emotional baddie

you don't know what love is if you don't put up a fight

you don't know what love is if you don't stay up all night

i swear you've never seen it in your life

[darkelfchicksick]

ich habe keine wurzeln ich bin das blatt im wind ich wühle in der erde und suche einen rest der mich an etwas bindet jemand, ein ort, eine zeit

ich habe keine wurzeln ich hab so oft gesucht nordlicht, ostwärts, westen kein glaube, sprache, land ich hab gegraben und geschafft aber es blieb nur mein kompost

ich seh in fremde gärten die stehn in voller blüte aus eigner asche auferstanden kaltes eis und wüstensand kein wald ruft mich und kein gott mein garten ist kompost

und ich wollte ich könnt gärtnern doch reizt das wachstum nicht hier schlagen keine blüten aus und keiner kommt, zu schaun ich bin einsam, ohne wurzeln mein eignes schicksal reizt mich nicht

ich bin haltlos und will heimat nicht den ort, der ort ist fort ich will nur wohliges gefühl ein heim, das nichts von mir verlangt ein etwas, mit dem man mich verband ich will die wurzel, den felsen, g'tt

ich will nicht dafür schuften müssen dass irgendetwas mich umfasst ich will keinen guten hirten ich will zu seinen menschen das heim bauten die anderen ein heim für dich und mir die hölle

an nichts kann ich hier glauben was heißt es, zu vertraun ich schlage keine wurzeln hier wächst kein senfkorn mehr das blatt wird zu kompost ein nährboden bin ich nicht

[twinstaar]

JUST STARTED THE MYSTIC MESSENGER CHRISTMAS DLC AND I !!!!!!!!!!!! does anyone know how long we'll be able to play it for because I need to get all 8 endings and if it ends on like the 25 I will be devestated

[yangpyoung]

ended up with this docu. when it was hard to sleep.

소스를 과거의 필름에서 찾아, 지금의 인물 혹은 사건들과 연결 시키는 다큐멘터리 영역에서라면 영국은 여전히 최고의 재미를 선사하지 않나 싶다. 시간의 흔적이 묻은 것/일 만큼 공감이 가는, 감동을 주는 것들이 있을까. 모르긴 해도 사람들이 골동품에 열광하고, 구제를 컬렉트 하고, 묵은지 맛집을 찾아 긴 시간 운전해 가는 것도 비슷한 이유가 아닐까. 시간을 거슬러 꽤 오랜 시간 전, 아니 그리 오래지 않아도 시간의 간격을 두고 ‘그 때의 그 일이, 그 사람이 지금 이러저러해서 이런 모습이다’ 라는 설명에서 오는 그 ‘감동’이 역사를 공부하게 되는 호기심의 시작점이 아닐까.

[innerspacefm]

Hello, hi we’re back in the web space with an archive of last week’s transmission from the regular inner space crew. Listen here Tracklist hype williams - warlord hashman deejay - 184 perfume advert - get hollow huerco s - skug commune Defkon - Raindrops M-Beat - Incredible (Underground Deep Bass Mix) DJ Rashad - Let it Go Dj Trace - After Hours Seba - Planetary Funk Alert Hashman Deejay - Statues PF Anthony Rother - Warm Planetary Assault Systems - Arc Lee Gamble - Motor System S.O.N.S - Glimpse Of A Light (In The Rainforest) Soichi Terada - Voices from Beyond To-ka Project - used 2 dub u Route 8 - This Raw Feeling Pender Street Steppers - Glass City