#redxlis

[shcuxo-blog]

@redxlis started following you

mmmmm  I  see

[pxllidum-blog]

                      THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE YOU                                        IT’S HARD TO EXPLAIN

@redxlis sent a ⊕ for an aesthetic graphic of our muses.

ask meme | accepting;;

[asdearchive-blog]

@redxlis  ❤︎’d for something short & “sweet” 

       “You’re making me feel old, Kirishima-san...” 

[bureaubitch-a]

redxlis replied to your post: can i call you an expensive hoe now

i literally offered you to marry me a few months ago

i literally asked you what your salary was because my answer was conditional on that

[bureaubitch-a]

redxlis replied to your post: redxlis replied to your post: ...

you know using a safeword isn’t actually showing your weakness, if you care about that

no safewords, we suffer beyond our own comfort levels like men

[exhorto-blog]

♛ - one Muse runs into the other with their bike / skateboard / golf cart / etc. //go wild

        There are reasons why it’s prudent for every investigator to learn how to drive. Some ghouls can drive, and while car chases are best left to the police, it’s a bad reason to lose track of a target. If a fellow investigator loses a leg in combat, then they’ll need ... 

        Point is, Ihei is the proud new owner of a licence, and like any skill, driving is something that needs to be practiced. She doesn’t have the intention of going very far  ---  just a short drive, and then she’ll return the car. Travelling is always better as a passenger anyway, when she can draw or take pictures of Koori frowning and put cute sparkling filters on his face, when there isn’t any responsibility to watch the rearview mirror so that the back end of the car won’t glance off of a pedestrian. 

        Nnn .... wait! 

        The second she realises, the car’s thrown into park and the engine cut. She’s able to slide out the door with more grace than befits her surprise, and within a matter of seconds after the little collision, she’s at the target’s side. 

        ‘ I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you standing there! Can you move your arms and legs? I can call a medical team ... ’  There’s real concern in her eyes as she leans in  ---  although there’s no way for him to tell, it’s less for his sake than the possibility that her new licence might be revoked if it turns out he’s been hurt. Please be okay ... !

[bureaubitch-a]

&& @redxlis

        if the clock is to believed, then it’s only half past 8 in the evening when urie stumbles  ( actually stumbles, barely managing to right himself by clinging onto the doorframe )  into the room, coat and shoes still on despite the fact that his tie his hanging unknotted over his shoulders. there’s no blood staining his mouth, he’s not trying to hold together an open wound  ---  the lack of focus in his eyes  ( and the lingering smell of alcohol on his breath, if close enough )  gives hint to what he’s been up to this evening. for now, though, it’s with a guilt - free expression that he makes his way towards his companion. 

        ‘ d’you know ... this place is a fucking mess? ’  that’s what passes for a greeting in urie’s slurred tone of voice.  ‘ wouldn’t come back if it weren’t for you.  ( i’m serious! ) ’