𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

𝘰𝘯   𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴   suffocating,   𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥   𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵,   𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸   𝘺𝘰𝘶   𝘮𝘺   𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴   𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩   𝘢   𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍   𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇   ;   𝘧𝘰𝘳   𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄   𝘪𝘴   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩   𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵   𝘪   𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦   𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥   𝘰𝘯   𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳   𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤

[vamprei]

❛ ♰ — 夜闇に誘う魔王.    private and selective roleplay blog for   𝐫𝐞𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚   of happy element’s  ensemble stars.   

characterization inspired by the gacha games and anime. inspiration heavily derived from vampire fiction, gothic subculture, visual kei, and personal headcanon. minors dni. composed by aster.     carrd.

[palevow-deactivated20230902]

❛  the lotus who uses song to bring color to the world around us.    ✶ @palevow​

// this is an independent, mutuals only, & semi-selective roleplay blog for hasumi keito from ensemble stars! i am not affiliated with happy elements. please read rules & about before interacting.  as penned by vorpal. 

[vamprei]

dances, i've been way more active on discord rn, but i am almost through setting up my low activity private tatsumi blog if you want some tatssun goodness @saintsumi ♡♡

[cosmacy]

PSA. AKU IS BACK IN THE POKEMON FANDOM: @mezasee​

CW: pedophila, incest, a long history of abuse, manipulation, stalking, etc. disclaimer: i would like to clarify that this is not drama nor is this a witch hunt. aku is a horrible person who should not be allowed to have a place in any roleplay community. i lived through 2016 era petty drama tumblr, this is not that.

SOURCES BY PEOPLE MORE QUALIFIED THAN ME:

2020 callout:  while this callout is two years old, aku’s behavior has not changed since the early 2010′s and likely will never change. link

2022 warning post: a more recent ( may, 2022 ) post detailing aku’s behavior. link

WHY SHOULD YOU CARE: aku is widely known by many long-time roleplayers and can be found as one of the most common “DNI” in rules … this is for a good reason.

aside from writing / retweeting / engaging in incest and pedophilia content (particularly on twitter), aku is someone who attempts to fly under the radar in any rpc. they obscure their name, their intentions as a proshipper, and prey on newer roleplayers who do not know them.  additionally, with their current muselist on this pokemon multi they have several minors including ones they have previously sexualized (bede). aku also has a history with hop x leon, and due to their tendencies i would not be surprised if they were into ingo x emmet. even if you believe that “anything should go” for creative writing or art, aku is also a manipulative person and will block evade, harass, and stalk others. they are also a prolific guilt tripper, vague constantly about tumblr roleplayers on twitter (even their friends), and view their harm to others as though they are a victim. in other words, aku is really just someone you shouldn’t want around. please listen to older roleplayers on this one and avoid or block them - i promise you aku is just bad news. 

[cosmacy]

EDIT: they are also @miiwaku and block evaded me to send an ask

[vamprei]

❛ ♰ — 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐓   :   𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰

❝ sa— sakuma… ❞ a high-pitched grunt & unexpected huffs of air following. the trail of cold fingers left keito trembling. even after all this time, the effect rei sakuma had over him remained ( to return him back to the lovestruck state keito had never been quite able to shake. ) the back of his hand covers his eyes but really, it was more a shield to hide remained of his dignity.     [ . . . ]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞.          perhaps it was the only time he could see such bare honesty, such unrepressed passions.     the only moment he could call this dead man to life, watch as he clumsily swayed in such   ‘danse macabre,’   ‘till the rooster crow and dawn emerge, bringing with it a sun whose warmth would burn away such cloaked passions.     child of the night   would linger here as long as he could, savoring the heated black of midnight and the taste of sweating flesh, gleaming under pale moonlight, with a greed undying.     hungry, starving, for him.     a man who clung to these desperate moments, hands finding purchase, mouth swallowing him whole, feasting before the shameful light of day stole him once more.

perhaps he was cruel for it.     for the way he pulled keito apart with spindling, cold fingers, picked at the seams of him until he saw those glimmers of an old friend lying beneath so many lies.     lurking behind that greedy, sadistic heart, something   ever-gentle :   giving keito a touch that aimed to leave him vulnerable, soft, malleable.     like savoring the heart of the fruit, hard-won after shucking past peel and pith, 'till only sweet, delicate fruit remained.     past that roughened exterior, past those bitter words, rei pried into him, knowing what lay beneath it all.

sometimes, he doubted what he would find.     pride knew that there was something lingering there, but fear so often caught him.     memory held fast that keito was no good with hiding his honest reactions, weak to pleasure ;  but rei did oft find himself afraid that carnal desire could no longer undo him, not as time went on, and passions began to die.     it had ignited in him a sort of panic, a frenzy that bade him move quickly, seize those openings where he could slither himself back into keito's embrace.     whether by the need of the heart, or by such base desire.     he would have him, always have him, before he would let him go.

          ❝            finish your sentences,   bouzu.   ❞          the demon took his own pleasure in the delight at seeing keito fall apart.     composure slip, reservations fall, that   oh-so-boring   persona of his crumbling away, as firmly as he had built himself.     ( how could he be satisfied with this ?   he had known the hasumi keito who dreamed, who was driven by passion.   the one who so dearly craved something bigger than this. )

❝   go ahead.     scold me as if you loathe every action                your body is much more honest.     ❞          hands move achingly slowly over him, stroking with a hunger that goes beyond the need to pleasure him.     he touches him as if he merely wishes to feel his skin shudder, his body writhe.     not only the crude need to bring keito to completion with some feverish, erratic touch.     he will savor every touch, and each moment as keito destroys himself and his own reservations, tears free of his own restraints while rei merely dangles the promise of a reward beyond his reach.     and his frail shell began to chip away.

glacial hands remove from keito’s waist, hips rising off of him as he finds new balance, palms raising to press against the heated cheeks of the other.     he’s hiding himself, and rei believes he knows why :   too embarrassed, too afraid to show his true self.     and it is with a proud smile that he peels away keito’s hands, for a view of the man so unguarded.     but the sheen of tears in his eyes, wet eyelashes against tired cheeks, that lost look of his plucked at his heartstrings.     selfish desires fall to the wayside a moment, checking his honest reaction as thumbs swipe against the budding droplets, before dropping forehead to his.     no words must be exchanged.     rei’s conquest comes to a pause, simply breathing with the man as long as needed.

it is only when he hears that breath shudder that he returns, mouth upon his, soft and reassuring.     he knows.     keito need not say a word, he understands.     though, as mild as it may be, it swells quickly once more as the other responds to him.     truly responds to him,   leaving rei asking more and more.     like a starved man finding sustenance, seeking only to sate his own hunger, kisses him with fervor, desire beyond simple touch.     his.

          ❝            laugh ?   ❞          comes a breathless reply, swiping his own lips, split into lecherous grin, with his tongue to break the gentle string that connected them.     he nearly loses the entire façade as keito speaks, struggles to keep it present on his face.     words spoken that he has desired for many years now,   ones he wishes he had heard before he turned from him, before he walked away.     how many times, indeed ?     before his world was reformed, how many before ?     would there ever be a time where sakuma rei did not desire hasumi keito at his side ?     red - string, tied upon his grave, a hungry ghost called forth by son of the temple.     even if he believed fate to be mutable, he could not withstand the agony of denying it.

hand delicately traces fingertips across keito’s flushed visage.

❝   . . .   how could i laugh at that, keito-kun ?   ❞          reclaims his smile, though gentler than prior, sadism melted away in exchange for a more tranquil grin.     thumb again rolls over his cheek.     chest, so often crowded with emotion, now feels easy, as if no longer congested by those bitter feeling of doubt, of need to claim him.     eased, at the thought that he has always been his.         ❝   tell me more.     i want to hear you tell me that you love me more and more.     i won’t be satisfied until you make up for every day i’ve gone without you.   ❞

i love you, too.

[vamprei]

i am sick.... again..... so i will sit at home and write

[ponpon-pain]

[vamprei]

testing testing i think i did it yay

[vamprei]

i'm gonna be on a soft break rq while i try to revamp! i also haven't been able to actually settle into my new place and people are coming over, like, every night, which is taking out of my much-needed personal time. :/ you're welcome to ask for my discord, as i talk waaaay more there or in-server than i am on the dashboard rn

[vamprei]

can i get your autograph xoxo

could be us.

[nocturncsike]

                                 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

[noxcomnia-a-deactivated20260131]

KURMEMINI:  Yeah. It was just a nagging feeling. Happy dreams, warm dreams, kind dreams — none of them really suited me.

[vamprei]

❛ ♰ — 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐀   :   𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘢𝘵.𝘫𝘱𝘨

     ❝      quit squirmin’ around ,   let me see it .     ❞

          ❝            don’t touch it. ❞          it hurts !     don’t go squishin’ around in his boo-boo, please.

[vamprei]

❛ ♰ — 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀   :   𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢

so             sakuma  rei  likes  the  way  he  looks  at  him,    does  he  ?    mika  can't  help  but  to  feel  a  bit  of  pride  in  that.    in  all  his  life,    he  has  never  been  complimented  for  gazing  at  someone.    mostly,    he's  been  met  with  confused  looks,    or  sidelong  glances  that  were  always  unhappy  in  nature              &.    then  the  ones  he's  most  familiar  with  :    those  looks  that  scream  out  silently  to  him  :    freak  !    what's  wrong  with  your  eyes  !    no  wonder  your  parents  threw  you  away  before  you  could  even  know  them  !    they  didn't  want  you  around  !    he  knows  those  the  best  of  all.    they're  the  ones  that  get  to  him  the  most.

but  even  as  rei  gazes  straight  back  at  him,    he  can  feel  none  of  that  terrifying  energy  coming  from  him.    in  rei's  eyes,    mika  reads  only  warmth.    maybe  rei  is  a  good  actor,    &.    can  hide  that  from  the  rest  of  the  world.    maybe  that's  how  everyone  seems  to  get  on  with  him  so  well  &.    admire  him.    but  the  very  thought  of  that  in  mika's  mind  makes  him  feel  guilty,    &.    he's  soon  to  shake  it  from  his  mind.    he  won't  entertain  any  thoughts  of  that.    rei  is  kind  because  he's  kind,    &.    because  that's  the  sort  of  soul  he  has.    mika  is  good  at  picking  out  what  sort  of  person  someone  is.    he  had  to,    when  he  was  younger  &.    the  orphans  had  only  him  to  look  out  for  them.    that's  what  he  likes  to  think  of  himself,    anyways,    &.    he  won't  let  his  self-consciousness  guide  him.

…  though  he  does  feel  suddenly  shy,    &.    glances  down  at  his  hands.    he  likes  to  feel  appreciated,    &.    rei  makes  him  feel  a  great  deal  of  that,    in  a  way  he  hasn't  had.    not  really.    not  at  yumenosaki.        ❝      you  can  look  at  me  however  much  you  want,    sakuma-senpai.        ❞        it  feels  like  an  intimate  subject  :    one  that  makes  him  feel  a  sudden,    but  very  minuscule,    sort  of  shame.    he  flushes,    looking  at  rei  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye  now.    he's  afraid  he  might  make  a  fool  of  himself  if  he  looks  straight  on,    or  say  something  he  doesn't  mean  to  say  out  loud.        ❝        since  you  let  me  look  at  you,    i'll  let  ya  look  at  me  too.    the  way  you  look  at  me  doesn't  make  me  feel  like  i'm  not  supposed  to  be  here.        ❞

𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.          he would not lie and say that the sight of kagehira mentally unraveling was not somewhat satisfying.     it was his niche, of course                to drive others mad with his image, his words, his very voice.     but this was a particular joy.     not grounded in sadism, but in adoration ;   taken it upon himself to help   recalibrate   the other, reset that concept of an unimportant self, and offer him the affection he so deserved.     from others and himself.     was it not rewarding to watch kagehira slowly change, to accept the affections, chase away those foul thoughts on his own ?     it was no wonder the other believed he could read his mind.     he wasn’t very subtle in his reactions, was he ?

unwilling to let mika’s gaze leave him again, when those eyes move from his own, he follows them.     temple nods, chases the forefront of his vision as far as it can, before cold fingers must do the rest of the job for him.     he cradles the delicate, porcelain curve of his cheek, thumb resting on the dimple of his chin as he slowly persuades his face back into sight.     adoring, warm smile, however chilling his persona may be.     he would never treat him coldly.

          ❝            if you allow it, don’t hide a single piece of yourself. ❞          there is a soft chuckle, full of mirth but free of any ridicule.     above all things, he’s merely happy,   comfortable   with the other.     rei has ever been grateful that the other has trusted him with his most delicate moments.     he hopes, in the future, he can always be there for him to rely on.          ❝ i see so much of you, but seldom do i have the chance to gaze upon you.     if it makes you nervous, you may close your eyes.     i will memorize the sight, so i never forget. ❞

[prijune]

Even god knows he’s old. @12am-motivation

[vamprei]

❛ ♰ — 𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄   :   𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘪

mayoi  isn’t  sleeping.    not  for  any  want  of  sleep                he’s  a  little  drowsy  right  now,    &.    he  could  possibly  fall  asleep  if  he  tried  hard  enough  …  but  it  would  take  too  long,    &.    his  limbs  are  too  restless  to  let  him  stay  still  for  very  long.    so  he's  distracting  them  now,    curled  with  his  knees  up  in  the  corner  of  the  room,    using  a  solid  storage  box  as  a  makeshift  table  &.    using  his  phone  as  small  desk  light.    he  has  a  piece  of  paper  in  his  hand,    found  somewhere  he  can't  remember  anymore,    &.    he's  been  folding  it  against  itself  over  &.    over  again.    still,    try  as  he  might,    he  can't  get  it  past  seven  folds  before  it  becomes  too  much  for  him.

                                                                       「  try  ripping  a  cuticle  against  that.    」

@vamprei​.    the  secret  door  slides  open.    he's  here  again,    seeking  company  in  the  night.    he's  brought  cards  to  play  with!

mayoi  sucks  in  a  quick  gasp,    his  attention  brought  instantly  to  the  little  door.    hes  never  going  to  get  used  to  rei  coming  through  that  door  !    that’s  supposed  to  be  his  door,    supposed  to  be  used  by  him  only.      「  my  secrets,    all  found,    unsafe,    opens  my  throat  to  all  the  elements  until               」      but  he  sighs.    it’s  rei.    &.    he’s  lost  all  chance  of  sleep  now,    heart  &.    adrenaline  jolting  him  awake  all  over  again.    his  eyes  feel  heavy     「  what  if  i  just  sewed  them  shut  right  now  ?    」      &.    he  lets  them  half-shut  again,    breathing  to  steady  his  heartbeat,    &.    looks  back  down  at  the  paper  he's  been  folding.        ❝        sakuma-san.    you  scared  me,    creeping  in  like  that  …  !        ❞

so  he's  awake  too.    that's  not  very  surprising,    considering  rei  has  always  been  more  of  a  night  owl  than  an  early  bird.    or  an  early  anything  else  …  pressing  his  lips  together,    mayoi  sets  the  paper  down  on  the  box,    pressing  his  forearms  to  the  edge  &.    watching  his  dark  silhouette  against  the  barely  lit  wall.      「  the  basement  storage  rooms  is  a  good  place  for  someone  to  die.    」          ❝        are  you  going  to  …  cards  ?        ❞

* . ゜ semi-prompted  !             𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬.          a him that had died long ago once held the keys to every little hidey-hole in yumenosaki.     he, too, had longed to sequester himself away at any chance                  grown tired of being chased down by the throng of peers, children, even elders who looked to him for guidance.     intent on becoming a self-made pariah, unwilling to be seen as the face of wisdom.     the demon hadn’t missed it once since sacrificing his role as top dog.     though, he did still wish for some of these perks.     these days, finding a place to hide, even outside of yumenosaki, seemed impossible . . .     the security of a quiet, dark room was all he could ask.     

even when he had discovered he was not the   only one   who could sneak away, that had not discouraged him.     in the least, the unwelcome guest     ( or was he perhaps the unwelcome one ? )     did not chase him for anything beyond company.     did not chase him at all,   seeming far more concerned with running away than he was with clinging at rei’s side.     it was invigorating.     perhaps it was the thrill of the hunt, the chase ?     as strongly as he opposed being seen as a figurehead, he found himself nearly   wishing   that ayase-kun would look upon him more, call his name more, depend on him   more  . . .   

          ❝            ayase-kun, were you lonely ? ❞          sing-song, his voice fills the room with that low, sweet timbre.     small box of cards is waved in his hand, a greeting, as tall body begins to slide into the room.     the vampire and its shadow sidle along the wall, the barest reaction to such scant light.     silent footsteps give him he illusion of a ghost, but that is hardly   his territory,   is it ?     leave that honor to the other.          ❝ i knew you would still be awake.     won’t you entertain this ancient creature ?     i wish to join you, perhaps we can play a game. ❞

[vamprei]

❛ ♰ — 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   :   𝘴𝘶𝘰𝘩 𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘰𝘵𝘰

                   ✱ : //                   ❝  yo, got a light?  ❞ 

𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞.          he barely passes a thought before hand offers his lighter, pale fingers quick to flick its flame to life and hold it in offering for the other.     enjoys the heat on his glacial flesh.          ❝            for  you ?     of course. ❞