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[tsunotarou]

Why did he feel like he was FORGETTING something? Enjin had pat his pockets down on multiple occasions before leaving --- clearly having everything he could possibly need. Or so he thought. Oh well, whatever! The Cleaner was off for the day, so how bad of a time could he have if he didn't have to work, right?

Boot-clad feet crunched against the soft gravel underfoot while Enjin almost mindlessly made his way towards his destination. He knew exactly where he was going, and WHO exactly he was meeting up with. Lit cigarette balanced between his lips, he was still in absolutely no hurry. Even when the rain started, which only made the male huff smoke through his nose in annoyance. He didn't THINK it even rained around these parts anymore, considering the last time he'd ever witnessed such weather. Begrudgingly, Enjin shifted his shoulder as he continued walking, followed by the gentle ' whoosh ' of Umbreaker opening to shield him from the rain. Can't be getting soggy before the party starts.

Turning a corner, the Cleaner was just a block away from his destination --- which was in sight due to empty streets. A figure could be seen man-standing there like some statue on the sidewalk. Golden eyes squinted a bit. Enjin knew immediately who it was, even at this distance with that silhouette of his. So, instead of standing there gawking at a distance, he made a slight haste in his approach now. Why the hell was he just hanging out here in the rain? Looking like some wet blanket that needed to hang out to dry.

" --- Naah', " Enjin blurted out upon arrival, his arm extending Umbreaker out just a smidge to take the younger male under his wing. Sorta. Thankfully, no one from his team knew where he was currently ; nor would any of them really ask... Except maybe Riyo. Smoke rolled from between his lips before two tattooed fingers plucked the cigarette from his mouth. Just to butt it out on the sole of his boot. " But, I MAY or may not be the bringer of bad news when I say that I MIGHT have left the key at home. " He gave an innocence-laden shrug. Whoops! // @sukareo as cont. from X.

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@sukareo continued from: HERE

It had been awhile since the other bought him that plushie. But to him it was something that was special. Nagi hadn't thought that Rin would be someone who would buy something like that for someone. So, the fact that the other had done it for him? He wanted to keep it. "Yeah, I do." Nagi looks up at the other, blinking in confusion at him. "Why, would I throw it away?" He wasn't one that would do that sort of thing. At least not when it came to someone buying it for him. Especially when they didn't have to do so.

The kaiju toy was something that he wanted to make sure stayed together. If it ended up breaking, he'd be a bit upset over it. There was no way he was about to toss it away just like that.

"I don't know, it just looked cute and I liked it." Nagi shrugged. Nagi smiled at the other, there wasn't really that much of a reason as to why he was telling Rin that he kept it. He just wanted him to know really. "I guess maybe I wanted you to know that I liked hanging out with you. And I always like spending time with you."

[violetfaded]

[ TXT ] : who is this? - sae 🧍‍♂️

[ TXT ] : neighbor from upstairs

[ TXT ] : i have your package.

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[wonderdxeamland]

@sukareo asked; “If you’re going to deny it, don’t waste my time. Just shut up.“ || Rin to Isagi

Doctor Who || Accepting

He thought they were long past this... tension between them. He thought Rin had gotten over whatever it was that made him get like this. Isagi was honestly over it at this point that whenever Rin started on him, he just didn't bother replying, or if he did, he'd do it in such a way that the other male wouldn't just start biting his head off.

It seemed, though, that today Rin was in a downright foul mood. And that meant Isagi was going to be dealing with his shit. He'd really love to know what set Rin off this time, especially with those words.

"...deny what exactly, Rin?" Isagi would really like to know what the younger Itoshi had against him now that every single thing that Isagi seemed to do or say just seemed to infuriate the other.

[einshi]

"let me see your hand" - 6918 🥺

here’s the charm about illusions: you can almost believe them.

it takes practice, a wild current of willpower to deceive oneself better than false replications, and perhaps that’s the trick of it: what is true and what is a lie? who’s to decide what the fabric of reality truly feels like under the touch? it’s a role reserved only for the strongest, that’s what he believes.

mukuro presses their palms flat against each other, sensing - believing that he is - the warmth that passes through leather gloves, pouring like hot liquid until something melts inside his ribcage. it’s all sorts of familiar: he’s felt it when victory is close, when the first breath of wind caught in his lungs after escaping the endless, pearl-white corridors of the facility in which they kept him and the rest. it had rained earlier that day, so the damp feeling stuck for days after that, shriveled skin and muddied feet.

it’s at that moment that he realizes he’s smiling. something mirrored in kyoya’s eyes, something that makes it harder to break away from the curious digits curling around his own. mukuro locks their gazes, narrowing the space in-between, “shyness doesn’t suit you, all things considered. although your fangs have long since been plucked out, i did always enjoy seeing you struggle to protect your dignity.”

hibari kyoya must think himself stronger than they’d last been, ten years ago. the moment mukuro’s words leave his mouth, he’s pulled closer and his collar is clased around a tight fist. it’s a thorny encounter, of sorts, but he welcomes it, for lack of anything better to do. a smirk tugs at mukuro’s lips - this temper… is endearing. 

his free hands lifts to tangle a loose strand of ink-black hair.

“see? that’s much better.”

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[psielapki-a]

@sukareo's   rin   itoshi   &   meguru   bachira   /   prompted

quiet. you press a finger to the sender's lips and tell them to be patient.

                    𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢   𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵   𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦   𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨   the   finger   that's   swiftly   pressed   to   his   lips   to   stop   him   from   yapping,   but   opts   against   it   —   pouting   instead,   exaggerating   the   expression   to   the   maximum,   so   rin   knows   the   other   one   is   upset   for   being   told   what   to   do.

                    besides,   patient?   him?   the   squirrel   on   crack   whose   mind   is   constantly   buzzing   with   neverending   flow   of   thoughts,   new   ideas   and   colors   and   sounds   and   hallucinations???

                    with   eyes   narrowed   and   furrowed   brows,   meguru   finally   takes   a   step   back,   only   to   grin   mischievously   after.

                    ❝   aww,   come   on,   rin   -   chan!   i   wanna   know!   tell   me   tell   me   tell   me   tell   me!!   ❞

[tsunotarou]

『 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙. 』

independent &&. selective multi-fandom &&. multi-muse blogs ( ft. Reo Mikage &&. Seishiro Nagi from Blue Lock ). 18+ only. viewer discretion is advised. forged by Lex &&. Jason.

[heartsbind]

my dear, i know perfectly well what i'm doing. - tabieita !

the look on karasu's face is far from impressed. he's skeptical, if anything, and honestly a little apprehensive. so, eita will have to forgive him for not moving from his perch — that is, his place from atop the beach chair, as far back away from the ocean water as possible, yet still close enough to hear whatever nonsense comes out of eita's mouth, and to see whatever stupid stunt he's about to pull on him.

"i'm not buyin’ it, dumbass," he scoffs, arms crossed almost petulantly around his knees which he pulls ever closer to his chest, chin rested carefully on top. "can't ya swim like a normal person? ya think i'm gonna start swoonin' or somethin' just 'cause yer not drownin'?"

it's certainly not the kind of swooning eita probably wants from him, though. the idea of eita losing whatever concentration he has and slipping under makes him nauseous; doubly so, to think that it would then fall to him to yank him back out. that would put him in a very bad mood, so he thinks it’s in eita’s best interest to not act like a moron waist - deep in the ocean.

“…can ya just… just get outta that damn water for a second? jeez! i’m not fishin’ ya back out if ya drown, got that?”

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