#amplichor

[b0kksu-gone]

     “You’re the one who wanted to arrange cat play dates, @amplichor. Koro-chan is a princess, she will not be bothered by the likes of peasants! Didn’t I tell you beforehand?” 

s.c.

[fighterbound]

[ sms ] im craving you rn / sasuke

Sasuke leans forward on his desk, propping his cheek on his fist. Everything been pretty quiet since lunch. Honestly the distraction from Utahime is welcome. He reads her text message, dark eyes narrowing in suspicion.

[ sms ] last time you sent this you were messing around and i took off work.

It was pretty shit excuse too, but his girlfriend is gorgeous and he wasn't going to play twenty questions. After the fact he should've known better, knowing how playful she could get. Now though he's gunna treat this with a little more suspicion.

[ sms ] send a pic to prove it

[wellfell]

Kisses her cheek with a soft press of her lips ✨

  the curse is tilting her head on instinct , lazily chewing her gum as she holds her cheek for the other woman to kiss ; soft like rose petals , painted gentle pink , tender with the way they touch akina's pale skin . she turns the page of her magazine with a growing smirk , without looking up , she mumbles ; ❛ somebody missed me . ❜

[lotusgrieved]

it's impossible to breathe sometimes in the quiet, when bare space becomes suffocating and their rooms all too empty. time has given way to fondness, and he has found her to be a refuge. ❪ ʰᵉᵃˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵍʰ ᵗᵒˡᵉʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ ❫. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴, alma thinks, and finds himself once more sitting at her side. there is a poignant twist of thought as he begins to twirl a stray piece of her hair between his fingers, running fingertips along soft ends .

❝ you should get some rest, you know . . . ❞ soft blue eyes meet her own, concern creasing in the space between his eyebrows. tone dips into something much sweeter , ❝ have you been sleeping okay ? ❞

SOFT STARTER ! / @amplichor *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[auco]

" a bit lost? mm... perhaps! but we can find the right way out if we keep walking, surely. "

｛ ✧ : MINI STARTER. / @amplichor

[b0kksu-gone]

050.   a childhood home or bedroom .

           At the pinnacle of the summit, nestled between the lush greenery the old estate still reigns. Amongst the fluttering wind, one could hear the ancient song, the smell of sweet incense && cider that brewed in the mouthfuls. Joyous, prosperous, those below spoke of the odd beauty that reigned && their pious nature. Faithful people that constantly yearned for a wayward son to return home; they masquerade themselves well. Everywhere one turned, the veils of white would flutter && quickly move. Eyes that were made of ice, those of storms && for seldom few the constellations themselves lingered - their smiles all but shrouded could be felt. A guest? Surprise && intrigue, for a few seconds, they stared longer then turned away.

      Embraces && cradling of his jawline, the God who sits as the focal point is cooed over, taunted his height shall outrival the greatest of towering willow trees - his heart breaks in fractures. Tenderness that is deemed to be longing, he does not grant it anymore attention, beckoning her to follow. “We’re lucky to escape the snowfall, any longer it would have been a pain!” his bemoaning fills the space between, a hand that moves back && forth in irritation.

        It wasn’t as if he couldn’t relocate them with ease, the modern frivolities were nothing but pomp && circumstance, a spectacle to be reveled in. The first attendants declares rooms are not available till a few hours later, dinner would be served && they both could relax, till then the young lord would have to be patient. “Follow me” there was no question or patience, merely a statement that would not be denied, through the long corridors the shadows would dance. Artifacts encased in their tombs && the fading of portraits depicting stories of yore, the land bled here && mended itself together, time withstood everything && yet, the present could not touch them. Behind shoji doors, another quarter was revealed, one that was spacious enough for two that overlooked the rich gardens. Bookshelves littered about && overflowing, sunflowers that were neatly cut && placed as a welcome home gift, then the startling realization, this was Satoru’s domain. From his youth till now, nothing had changed, perhaps the futon size, the small trinket of toys that once gathered now all gone, replaced with mementos of the past. Photographs of friends, stray jewelry - gold rings && leather wristbands, apothecary bottles, intimate details that were hardly revealed.

         “Make yourself comfortable, I hardly sleep here anymore it’s weird that this place is still standing to begin with” the bitter tinge in Satoru's voice displaying the complexity of each emotion in his gut, relief to be home, anxiety from the weight of duty, the loneliness that seemed to permeate everywhere. Tea was quickly served as he haphazardly revealed, “I can’t remember the last time someone was in my room, guest are a rarity in our home, the Gojo Clan is off limits to the rest of the noble families. Invitations are exceedingly rare, but, I think my family likes you - they keep pestering me with weird questions” he snickers, charming as the mask of his devil-may-care nature begins to slip, the quietness that lingers && entwined with a soft snort.

       “It’s strangely nice, having someone to share this with, thanks for coming - I think in the past someone like you could have lit up this dull world of ours”   

[moonsmourning]

@amplichor: ❝  do  you  believe  that  love  is  about  second  chances ?  ❞ / for shoko

lithe fingers carefully examine the healing wound across her fellow sorcerer's face, unwrapping the wrappings and analysing the pink flesh. it was healing up nicely, very nicely. the scar, she thinks, when it heals, will be neat and even looking, which may help with utahime's internal healing from this wound. shoko knows little of the situation and decided to stop listening to rumours, she was never one for the 'he said, she said' bullshit anyway.

when she reaches out with a cotton pad to begin to clean the healing wound she's stopped by utahime's question, only for a moment, as she continues on with her work. ❝ not really, ❞ the brunette admits, dabbing the soaked cotton pad around the pink, elastic skin across utahime's nose. ❝ if someone loved you enough why would they even need a second chance? why would they ruin the first one to begin with? ❞

but, then again, shoko has no experience with love. she's never been in love. she's loved, yes, but never been in love. it reminds her of geto and she wonders if she would have given him a second chance. no. no, she wouldn't have.

humming, she pulls back, offering a tiny smile. ❝ in truth, i think you're asking the wrong person. but, if you really want my opinion... i think it would depend on the situation, ❞ pausing to pluck fresh wrapping from her side, she begins to rebandage her friend's injury. ❝ if they made a mistake, something stupid, like forgetting a date, then yeah, i think a second chance would be reasonable, ❞ coming to a finish, she drops her hands by her sides and steps back, ❝ but if they did something like physically harm you, then no. in fact, i think they'd deserve to rot. ❞

[fighterbound]

[ sms ] my fingers are cold…can i warm them up inside you? / hinata

Rosy cheeks pull into a tender smile when seeing the name of her girlfriend appear on her watch. She taps the cute picture of Utahime with a soft laugh to dismiss the notification. Hinata pulls out her phone and seeing her lock screen of them together only brightens her smile. It's a sweet picture of Utahime pressing a kiss on her cheek. Her own expression is one of delight, eyes closed and mouth parted due to her giggles.

She tilts her head as she re-reads the text. What an odd way of asking, but perhaps she was in a hurry? Or perhaps it was an autocorrect typo? She's had a few of those and it's led to quite few embarrassing situations.

Figuring it's the latter, Hinata quickly types back.

[ sms ] hi lovely! of course! the inside of my jacket is quite soft. [ sms ] perhaps we can buy you some gloves on our way back to keep your hands warm.

[spydcddy]

" your hair looks longer than normal "

@amplichor || unprompted ask !

❛❛ when you've taken extended trips like i have, expect your routine maintenance to go to the wayside. .. — i've dealt with longer, ❜ he slides his fingers carefully through his mane, allowing his bangs to sit upright. hair was just hair, but ( who knew ) utahime was this observant. ❛❛ now that i'm home, i can freshen up. 'm no good in this heat. ❜ spoken with a sigh. he feels the sweat beading together on his hairline.

[zangyo]

oneliner sc || @amplichor

❝I'm surprised to see you aren't busy today -- or at least, you seem more relaxed.❞

[eterxeo]

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

━━━━━   ❛   i   forget   you   don’t   get   your   hands   dirty   much   ,   blood   must   be   jarring   for   someone   like   you   then   huh   ?   always   needing   to   be   saved   at   the   last   second   .   no   shame   in   it   ,   some   people   aren’t   meant   to   be   as   heroic   .   ❜   satoru   allows   with   a   jovial   hum   ,   voice   rich   with   his   amusement   .   utahime   must   be   feeling   particularly   brave   today   ,   to   stand   ground   &   give   him   orders   .   when   graced   with   a   mission   gone   well   -   the   aftermath   allows   him   more   room   to   humor   his   peer   .    she   wasn’t   wrong   entirely   .   often   when   riding   the   high   of   victory   satoru   overlooked   the   consequential   grime   &   returned   a   mess   .   thus   far   only   a   couple   of   people   could   chastise   him   into   cleaning   up   well   before   he’d   fully   debriefed   them   on   the   action   .   very   few   enjoyed   dealing   with   his   near   manic   state   coming   home   .   languidly   he   kicks   off   dirt   caked   boots   by   the   door   ,   rolling   up   crimson   speckled   sleeves   &   disappearing   momentarily   out   of   sight   .   the   sound   of   water   running   breaks   the   silence   &   because   he   is   feeling   rather   generous   he   takes   his   time   .    it   was   interesting   ,   to   watch   the   water   carry   away   the   foreign   color   that   blossoms   across   his   wrists   ,   bruises   knuckles   &   catches   beneath   his   nails   .   the   moments   that   he   takes   to   bring   himself   back   down   to   a   more   human   level   are   good   for   him   ,   simmering   down   the   oversaturated   stimulus   around   him   .   the   carefully   tied   blindfold   tucked   around   his   eyes   is   discarded   ,   ruined   enough   that   it   wouldn’t   be   worth   the   wash   .   white   hair   is   colored   pink   but   he   could   take   care   of   that   later   ,   opting   instead   to   rinse   his   face   clean   .   he   hadn’t   needed   to   get   messy   ,   not   when   he   had   his   infinity   passively   up   at   all   times   .   still   ,   on   occasion   he   got   carried   away   when   he   was   having   a   bit   of   fun   .    ❛   happy   now   ?   ❜   satoru   muses   when   he   returns   ,   plopping   himself   down   comfortably   on   the   couch   &   stretching   out   his   legs   in   front   of   him   .   he   pays   no   mind   to   the   trail   of   gore   he’d   carried   in   &   offers   the   woman   a   toothy   grin   ,   outreached   arms   folding   behind   him   to   rest   the   back   of   his   head   against   .   ❛   thought   you’d   be   happier   that   i   stopped   by   .   i   was   being   polite   &   saying   hello   .   you   should   have   better   manners   ,   @amplichor   .   ❜

[ofovertime]

[ 📲 Shoko 💞 ] : is there such thing as a test i don't have to pee on ?

[ 📲 Shoko 💞 ] : im bloated . . . help

Send my Muse a text that wasn’t meant for them. || accepting @amplichor

[ 📲 Utahime ] um.. bloated?

[ 📲 Utahime ] What kind of bloated... Just so you know, this is Nanami.

[ 📲 Utahime ] Please tell me when you are alright. I'll be there to take care of you if you need help. Just... please keep me in the loop now.

[rikvgan]

@amplichor spoke : " are you always so competitive ? "

          a peacock . satoru's grin is easy , lopsided . his head tilting gently in utahime's direction . thick arms stretching above his head , hands coming to meet above him as he flexed . shoulder blades shifting and locking as layers of muscle rippled . ❝ it's not my fault i'm the best , if i take it easy on the rest of ya . . . none of you will ever catch up ― well not that YOU could anyway .  ❞

[b0kksu-gone]

❛  don’t  pretend  like  you’re  asleep .  ❜

         Hanging vines twisting && turning, they climb the window neatly aligned with sun catchers. From the depths of a crevice, a soft feline cry can be heard, books that tower all over - old, worn, some read a thousand times. Lovingly chaotic he thinks, home where he carved a piece for himself illuminated in the depths of such secrecy. There are talismans, seals, trinkets && idols from home, fresh flowers, all that was in abundance && defeated the sleek yet ultra modernistic quarters spent at the Gojo Estate in Tokyo. This was Satoru, it was not the name that was said in a prayer by the masses nor was it the title of a being that defied limitations. “Damn…” the tip of his digits, raw && cracked from the previous night sprawl over his eyes, the sun kisses his cheeks. One eye emerges from a tuft of white, sprawled across the velvet softness of his undercut, sapphire that leers lazily upon her. “Forgot, I gave you a key of all things” he mumbles, black && purple underneath his eyes, marble that becomes blemished. He’s quick to get up, grabbing a shirt that is carelessly discarded to the floor, in a swift motion, he pulls it down.

           There should be cool pomegranate juice in the fridge, flour to make them pancakes, his head is spinning && feels like it’s been crushed all at the same time. From the grace of his jugular, the red scar is seen as the taller frame moves, she’s cute in casual clothes, not an effigy of a priestess kneeling to the modern deity. “I genuinely was sleeping, sorry to kill the image in your head, princess, but aren’t you a pervert to stand there watching me?” he jests, roguish smile with a tinge of fangs, Satoru was always insufferable. Husky voice && dripping with an ease that is rarely seen amidst the public, there was no need to wear a disguise, not yet. His index finger collides with his thumb, pointing to an empty chair, sit - there is no question but command.

          “You came all this way to see me or was it to go shopping? Don’t take you for that type of person, I could be wrong” he wants to laugh, I rarely am. Dark sanguine fluid, chilled with ice && slices of orange, placed in front of her in vintage glass, a cozy dwelling - somewhat eerie. A familiar face that he begs to inquire; are you scared, worried, ridden with guilt? Don’t be, I’m happy to see you. Juvenile in mockery he laughs, “A pretty girl in my apartment is rare! Wow, Hime-chan, you flatter me” fresh eggs that are cracked, never asking if she was hungry, only in movements does he cook - innocence in a simple gesture of affection.

             “Stay, it’s early in the morning && there is no excitement yet. Plus, it’s better to eat together than alone, a meal is tastier when shared”  

[fighterbound]

20 ... Sasuke

Mouth locked against Utahime's in a wet kiss, Sasuke's hands slide down to her hips as she rocks them against his lap. Their kiss is hot and needy, clamping down on the connection they've formed over the past several months. Survival locked them together in a bond forged through near death experiences.

That's why he's not letting himself think this can mean anything. Unable to open himself to the possibility, because this is probably to scratch what they haven't felt safe enough to do. Now within the confines of the community they've stumbled on, this house they've been given, it's allowed several walls to come down. The guard they constantly needed is no longer as necessary.

It's allowed for others emotions and wants to surface, no longer needing to focus on basic needs. Slipping his tongue between her plush lips, he shuts off his brain. Sasuke focuses on tasting every part of her mouth, running his tongue along hers. His hands leave her round hips to run through her dark hair. It reminds him how he's always had a preference for long hair. Soft underneath his hands, he runs his fingers through it several times.

"Keep grinding on my lap and you're going to feel something," he warns after parting from her mouth. Voice low and rough with his growing desire. Sasuke drops his head back on the couch cushion and closes his eyes. Trying to find all the thoughts she sent scattering with her lips. The heat between them is a low fire again, languid and lazy. Still he feels her continue moving on his lap. The taste of her on his tongue is already fading and he wants to replenish. Kiss her again, see what noises she makes. Slides his hands against her and learn the way her body curves.

@amplichor / 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂

[impishsensei-a]

@amplichor asked: "it's like you're not really here, even when you are." angsty prompts pt. 1 || accepting

to say that satoru is busy is an understatement. maybe it's his own fault, filling up his time with working and missions  and literally anything else other than allowing himself to sit and think for too long. he's always doing something, keeping just about everyone at a distance for reasons he doesn't even fully grasp since he doesn't give himself the chance to. his mind is never really at rest either, thanks to his cursed technique. it makes for an interesting contrast. since it's so like him to avoid, he opts to bruh utahime's observation off — maybe if he annoys her, she'll drop it. 

❝ is that your funny way of saying you miss me, utahime? ❞ satoru says in his attempt to shift the subject of conversation from himself to her. if he can get her so irritated that she doesn't even remember what she's said in the first place, and he once again manages to avoid a heavy conversation he'd rather not have, then that's ideal. granted, utahime has known him for years, and he knows she gotten quite good at reading him. will she take his bait?