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an independent && selective multi-muse blog. featuring characters from Twisted Wonderland, Blue Lock, Guilty Gear, etcetera. enthroned by lex. they / them. 21+ only.

𝖈 𝖆 𝖗 𝖗 𝖉.

#🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ 🇴🇺🇹 🇴🇫 🇨🇭🇦🇷🇦🇨🇹🇪🇷.#PINNED.#DNI.

He knows that the blond holds the biggest grudge against a mythical person called Santa. Sae has heard his tangents every so often how ryusei wishes that ' fat fuck ' didn't exist and 'ruin' things for him. Whatever that means, sae's not going to ask for elaboration. " Here, " he dropped the pastel pink gift bag in his boyfriend's lap. Inside was more art supplies, two more sketchbooks, Ryusei's favorite snacks, last but not least was a choker. not just any choker… a choker that had a green gemstone on it. nothing too fancy, nothing too boring, on the inside of the choker had sae's initials on it. custom made, that's why it's special. Ryusei's big on having his accessories... so, it would only make sense to get him more of them, right?

a hand gently cards its finger through those soft blond locks, leaning down to give a chaste kiss on his lips. " Come to the room after you finished with your show. "

Christmas was always a weird time of the year for Ryusei. His hatred for Santa always played a big part during the holiday, which only took the demon's mood and crushed it under his fat, jolly ass. Ugh, the thought alone made his eyes roll. Thankfully, the apartment held no festive décor what so ever. Hell, no one could probably tell it was even Christmas around here. Sae-chan had a bit of a more minimalist aesthetic to maintain, and that could clearly be seen clearly with this Feng Shui happening around here.

Nevertheless, Ryusei didn't mind. He never minded when it came to Sae-chan, especially when he was apparently dropping presents in his lap. Like a stork with a baby. Fuchsia irises trained on the pastel pink lining the bag --- a choice dedicated to him and him alone. Blonde brows quirked, a cheeky little smirk tainting his lips as his head craned back against the couch. There he was, the love of his life.

" --- For me? Oooh, Sae-chan ya' shouldn't have! " His response was genuine as fingers immediately dove into the bag. Sketchbooks and more bulk art supplies met him first. Lord knows he was running out of pages in his current sketchbook. Art supplies was always a need, too. He dove deeper and saw some of his favorite snacks in here, too. How sweet of Sae-chan for remembering that he really liked those blue Takis that they'd had overseas once before. And the last thing that caught his eye, aside from everything else, was a little black box. One of those thin fancy ones that rich folks usually give as gifts. Deft fingers snatched the box from the bag, quickly pulling the lid off to see a black leather choker neatly packed in it. Of course --- Ryusei loved to accessorize, and Sae-chan knew his tastes all too well. What caught his eye though, was the green gemstone that sat on the front of it. Not too gaudy, it was just right. Minimalist, yes?

Ryusei didn't even acknowledge the hand carding through his messy, lazy day bed head. He was too busy picking the choker up to admire it quietly, both hands holding it and examining it --- only to see the lettering engraved in the back of it. The part that would sit right against his throat. An S and an I. SI. Sae's initials ; which funnily enough, also read as yes in Spanish. The thought made the demon snort. But, it didn't make him miss those fingers tracing his jaw, tilting his head back just to plant a chaste kiss against his lips --- which he returned instantly.

" Sí, señor~ " Whatever show Ryusei had put on could wait.

#sukareo #[ disclaimer shidou knows no spanish but he do probably dabble in those blue takis KJDSFNGKS #also merry christmas sae-chan its july ]#🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.

“ here, “ the bag is thrown ( kindly ) into sakura’s lap. Sugishita knows he shouldn’t even bother giving this bastard any form of gift— that only makes things more complicated than it should be. The gift was rather bigger than normal — inside was a pair of high-tech sneakers, the ones that he caught sakura staring at through the window during one of their patrols. Sakura needed those, that recent pair is falling apart slowly but surely. Phone case, a bag of assorted chocolates, and last but not least Sugishita had prepared an enormous amount of omurice that was sealed into a container, piping hot. No, he wasn’t just going to bring the damn plate to him. They’ve had their differences ( kind of ) also their relationship had improved far more better than worse ( Umemiya-san’s words not Sugishita’s), but the thing is— he’s doing this on his own — not because of their friend group was talking among themselves on what to give Sakura for his birthday. He just happened to listen in. Accidentally.

“ Don’t ask anything else from me, “ he says flatly, reaching over with one hand — in faux patting that dual colored hair — he instead flicked the younger male on his nose. A non-verbal way of saying happy birthday, haruka.

Birthdays. They come and they go --- most people mark the day as a day for celebration. A day to spend with friends and family, celebrating YOU and YOUR existence. Sakura had never celebrated his own birthday before, and neither had anyone else for that matter. It was just another day to him, one where he just happens to get a year older. Big deal.

Sakura wasn't doing much of anything by the time Sugishita met up with him, just sitting on a bench outside of Pothos enjoying the nice weather while waiting. Suo and Nirei were both really eager to meet up with him here --- so what the hell was taking them so long? Did they get held up somewhere? A few questions drawled in his mind until he was met with a bag being tossed into his lap. It made him jerk out of his thoughts, blinking a few times as he looked down. A grocery bag, a BIG one, was sitting in his lap. He could tell a box or two were stacked in it, making his hands cradle the object on his legs with a bout of confusion. Mismatched eyes shot a look up at the other, quirking a brow.

" --- Why're you throwin' things at me? " A half jest. Sakura finally opened the bag and peered inside, curiosity killing the cat. Clearly it was for him, right? First, he was met with a box of assorted chocolates, as well as a box containing a phone case. Fingers plucked the box out, just to see what the case had on it and --- is that an omurice cat? Oh how the heat could be felt against his cheeks. But, that wasn't all! Setting things aside to get a better look, Sakura dug out the biggest box from the bag and saw exactly what it was. A shoe box ; and on the box was a picture of the sneakers he'd had his eye on for a bit. Since when the hell did Sugishita know he even wanted these shoes? And how the hell did he know his shoe size!? Did he seriously look at his shoes at some point!? Did he smell them!? The heat in Sakura's face dialed up higher as his thoughts raced. That still wasn't all --- because last in the bag was a piping hot container of omurice. It was currently warming up his lap, meaning it'd JUST been made... by Sugishita?

All this... For him. From Kyotaro. This couldn't be for---

Don't ask anything else from him? What the hell did that even mean? Sakura's face grew even more red, to the point where steam would be seen rolling from his ears. He was almost as hot as the omurice warming his lap. It didn't help when Sugishita flicked him on the nose. He flinched a bit, and then hissed at the other in a flustered tantrum.

" I didn't ask for any of this, you big bastard! " He barked, frowning despite the flush practically overtaking his body. What was his deal? Sakura huffed loudly, though he kept the bag and it's contents close to himself. He'd really gone all out for him... Ugh! " --- Y-you didn't have to get me anything, anyway, stupid... " His voice trailed off as he looked away with pouty cheeks. But not before muttering a tiny thanks under his breath.

#sukareo #🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ.#🇴🇳🇱🇮🇳🇪 🇨🇴🇷🇷🇪🇸🇵🇴🇳🇩🇦🇳🇨🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛᴇʀ.#[ happy extremely late birthday to sakura LKJBLSDFKGJSERGSER #also not him being like 'this mfer smelled my shoes huh what a freak' but little did he know....... ]

" --- Oh worm? "

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.

#sukareo #🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴏʀ.#[ this is bad i cant write #and enjin look like a fucking mcdonalds large fry ]

testing testing 123

sukareo

" Yes. You, " he didn't stutter. Using one hand to press at the center of Shidou's back, urging him down the hallway towards their bedroom. Did he want to take the lead tonight? Sure. That's only if this demon follows his rules, then he'll allow him to pick whatever he wants done to him. Usually how it goes between them. " Only if you're decent tonight. I'll get bored easily and go to bed if you're not obeying," the last half is a small quip, trailing right behind him.

" Get comfortable, " sliding his hand lower, lower until his fingers digs into a plush area of Shidou's rear, eventually kneading it. No shame.

tsunotarou

Ah, of course. Can't imagine disobeying Sae-chan and sending him in for an early night. The demon straightened his posture as he followed his first order : get comfortable. Shidou almost trotted to their room, the hand gripping his plush ass caused a haughty groan and a quick stop to that trot. A look was tossed over his shoulder, lip curling and head tilting back. Smirk adorned.

" --- Mm', yessir'. " A purr, canting those hips teasingly before tossing himself back-first on their bed --- as if throwing himself off a cliff. Ryusei was on his back, propped up on elbows with legs dangling over the edge of the bed. However, that didn't stop a slipper-clad foot rising to grace against Sae-chan's crotch. Teasingly. " I'm all yours for the takin', Mama~ "

#sukareo #[ surprise ryusae rko outta no where ]#🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.#🇴🇳🇱🇮🇳🇪 🇨🇴🇷🇷🇪🇸🇵🇴🇳🇩🇦🇳🇨🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.

sukareo

Oh, its more than ' feeling just violent '. What an understatement. " Fine, " he concedes. If he can't kill him here, he can kill him in the bedroom. As always. Tilting his head more into that all too familiar hand afterwards shifted himself away. " Why don't you go get settled in first? "

tsunotarou

" --- Ah? Me gettin' settled first? " The demon cocked his head, l eaning forward more so into the other's space. As if he was trying his luck at... something. However, he didn't fight the initiation. If anything, Ryusei welcomed it. " Does this mean Sae-chan is takin' the reigns, tonight~? "

#[ me trying my best to feed jason some food so i turn my brain off and not think about it too much ]#🇴🇳🇱🇮🇳🇪 🇨🇴🇷🇷🇪🇸🇵🇴🇳🇩🇦🇳🇨🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.#sukareo

GUEST MUSES: Hideaki Kasai && Ikkyu Ito (Yasutomo).

#[ me making this post as if anyone other than jason cares KJDSHBFGLSERG #with my like 10 followers #no but i miss my kids so much bruh #...not ikki though that whore #hide? my special boy with dementia who likes to garden #also im just way too lazy to actually log into their blog uh haha ]#🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ 🇴🇺🇹 🇴🇫 🇨🇭🇦🇷🇦🇨🇹🇪🇷.

sukareo

Is he being self-conscious about his forehead? Hypothetically. Cue in a scoff elicited out of his mouth, obviously peeved about this. " Keep talking and I'll kill you. " Yet here he is subconsciously leaning into his touch.

tsunotarou

" --- Suuure ya' will, Sae-chan~ " The demon dismissed the empty threat, his hand remaining against that scalp. Perhaps even getting his nails scratching the area gently. Like petting a cat. " How 'bout we take this to the bedroom, if you're feelin' so violent? " A tease. Or was it?

#🇴🇳🇱🇮🇳🇪 🇨🇴🇷🇷🇪🇸🇵🇴🇳🇩🇦🇳🇨🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.#sukareo #[ im gone bro ]

sukareo

Asshole. " It's not big. " Pinches Ryusei's side. Hard.

tsunotarou

Cue the taller male squirming at the pinch, a laugh barking from between bared teeth. " --- It IS, Sae-chan! " Shidou placed his hand back on that head, this time ruffling the other's hair. " But I love yer' big head! "

#sukareo #🇫🇮🇱🇪 🇳🇦🇲🇪: \\ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.#[ evedryone.... take cover ]