#lidadur

[kimuromou]

@lidadur a demandé : [ snowball ] @ shigeo......

It hits him right across the back of his head, snowball crumbling on impact. Immediately he's annoyed, and as he turns around to glare at the taller man, the movement makes the snow fall through into his clothes and stick to the back of his nape. The sudden cold draws a hiss out of him and a spasm of his body. It flares up his annoyance even more, feeling embarrassed.

He's so tempted to return the favour tenfold, but the thought leaves his mind as soon as it comes. Someone has to be the adult here. Besides, even if he tried, he knows he'd never get a hit in.

« Are you ten ? This is a Burberry, » Shigeo says as he unwraps his scarf from around his neck and shakes it to dust it off any remaining snow. « You'll get me a new one if you ruin it. Come on, there's no time for games, Gojo. Gakuganji-san is waiting. »

𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. | accepting

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@lidadur a demandé : "So, you remember that vending machine place I told ya about, right ? Well, I ended up going there again to eat that weird burger, and now I'm feeling kinda sick. Anywaaaaay, I'm crashing in your room until I feel better."

Suguru's eyebrow quirked at the mention of the vending machine, then he rolled his eyes. Resting his cheek on his closed knuckles, a sigh left the boy's body, almost deflating him entirely like a balloon before both of his brows knitted together in annoyance.

« I don't know what you were expecting from eating a vending machine burger, Satoru. Who knows how long that thing was even in there. And no way — why do I have to put up with you for your lack of judgment ? Go rot in your own room. »

[za-baransu]

(( :3c

Ew, Shinigami in my house [ aka the Palace of Silbern ] - shoo.

[chikoyama]

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair. 🤔

Actions Speak Louder Than Words | Accepting

Tired eyes stared at the leaf that Satoru had plucked from her hair. The girl blinked at it once, slow and deadpan like a sloth. Her brain moved in a matching pace as she took in the puny shape of the leaf. Even then, she remained reactionless, unsurprised by the presence of it in her locks.

This morning, Chiyori had woken earlier than usual — earlier than what seemed humanly possible. She’d witnessed the Sun rise above the horizon, rays cast over black roofs as she’d spent the early hours involuntarily raking leaves off the ground — a punishment Yaga-sensei had imposed on her after she’d failed the same maths test thrice.

Her sensei had expressed obvious frustration over her lack of improvement, and at the end he'd reached the conclusion that she hadn't even been trying, which, well... wasn’t entirely untrue. Maths was uninteresting, and Chiyori simply hadn’t been able to bring herself to sit down for lengthy hours at a time to try solve equations or memorise formulas.

And apparently, she’d needed a 'change of attitude’ as Yaga-sensei had put it. According to him, cleaning the school grounds had seemed to be the most effective way of doing so. It'd been miserable.

When she’d stepped outside, it’d been cold and dark, and the leaves had been in the amount of infinite. Chilly gusts of wind had blown at her and dispersed the heaps of leaves that she’d spent arduous hours piling together; hard labour gone to waste more than once. Several must have gotten stuck in her hair then.

As seconds passed, and memories of her morning arrived back to her in increments, Chiyori could feel herself beginning to bristle. It’d be the exact same routine tomorrow morning… and the rest of the week. Wordlessly, the girl glowered at the small leaf pinched between her senior's fingers. Her cheeks puffed up the tiniest amount.

Then, with a quiet 'hmpf', she turned away from the leaf, and thus turned away from Satoru as well. She shifted her focus on the line of people ahead instead. Chiyori decided that she’d rather put her energy into figuring out a new tasty combination for the boba drink she was going to order.

[cursesavior]

People I want to get to know better!

last song i listened to: Lifetime Achievement Award - Lemon Demon favorite color: blue :) but i also like black and red a lot too. and pink! currently watching: Link Click last movie / tv show i watched: Anatomy of a Fall spicy / savory / sweet: sweet! i looove savory too tho... i can't do spice :') relationship status: singleeee last thing i googled: talk to me streaming current obsession: jujutsu kaisen ofc! been really into blue lock and link click lately too :P

tagged by: @ashestxashes and @lidadur thank u!!

tagging: @uzumakisavior @grict @goddessrisen @hidefire and anyone who hasn't done this yet!! (sorry if i tagged you and you already have haha)

[getsusekaii]

song challenge

share at least 5 songs that you associate with or remind you of your muse(s)!

Dumb Wit It - Ajizzle

War Pigs - Black Sabbath

Pain - Three Days Grace

War Machine - Dance Gavin Dance

Starboy - The Weekend, Daft Punk

Tagged by: @impishsensei Tagging: @batoushoujo, @eveningbluemoon @chooseyourhell @elysian-noctuary @nejiretai @maidmyth @weepingmoonlight @healingscars @lidadur @ryusxnka @reysonsmanymuses @ofsavior @kyukicho @gohjuo and whoever else hasn't done feel free to steal~!

[adsevel]

CHARACTER OUTLINE

FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | liar | impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | spiteful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | absent-minded | abusive | addict | aggressive | childish | callous | clingy | delusional | cocky | competitive | corrupt | cynical | cruel | depressed | deranged | egotistical | envious | insecure | insensitive | lustful | delinquent | overthinker | guilt complex | reclusive | reckless | nervous | oversensitive | perfectionist | pessimistic | naive

STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | protective | proud | diligent | considerate | compassionate | good sportsmanship | friendly | empathetic | passionate | reliable | resourceful | sensible | sincere | witty | funny

SKILLS AND HOBBIES.

art | acting | astronomy | animals | archery | sports | belly dancing | bird watching | blacksmithing | boating | calligraphy | camping | candle making | casino gambling | ceramics | racing | chess | music | cooking | crochet | weaving | exercise | swordplay | fishing | gardening | ghost hunting | ice skating | magic | engineering | building | inventing | leather-working | martial arts | meditation | origami | parkour | people watching | swimming | puppetry | pyrotechnics | quilting | reading | collecting | shopping | socializing | storytelling | writing | traveling | exotic dancing | singing | yoga | gaming | surfing

tagged by / stolen from: @justakon ♡

tagging: @shigured | @maskierd ; @chernozemic ; @humificates ; @lidadur ♡

[cvrseduser]

@lidadur a demandé : "-- Suguru !!" If the other hoped for peace today, then nothing but disappointment awaited. Strong arms wrap around him from behind, squeezing tight, a peppering of light kisses pressed to his cheek. "Happy birthday !! Can't believe how old we are now." Time flies, and Satoru sometimes finds himself lost in the flow - but at least they're together; the journey is easier with Suguru at his side. "I made you a cake and got you looooads of gifts. I'll take you out for dinner too, of course, so make sure to look your best !" A dip of his head, smiling lips brushing against his ear. "Have I ever told you that I love you, by the way ? Cause I think it's worth sayin', especially today."

What Satoru didn't know was that, Suguru's peace, in fact, came with Satoru's presence, so he was not disappointed at all when he heard the other's voice calling his name, much less so when he felt his arms wrap around him and enveloping him. Immediately a hand reached up to hold onto one of his boyfriend's arms, and he turned his head to a side slightly to make his face more easily accessible for the shower of little kisses to his cheek, lips stretching into a fond smile.

« Mm. I am feeling it in my bones already, » he agreed. They weren't really that old, but it sure felt like it ! Suguru felt like he had lived at the very least three lives already, with everything they had gone through ; having been so close to death as many times as he had. Almost dying physically, and almost killing his own sense of self more than just once. It hadn't been easy, but Satoru made it much more so. And really, it was thanks to him in the end that he got to celebrate more birthdays — he's not sure what would've happened if he hadn't had Satoru's unwavering support to help him through his darkest moments...

But ! It wasn't time to mop. Satoru was spoiling him, and Suguru felt his heart swelling in his chest at the soft declaration of love, butterflies taking wing in his stomach at the brush of his lips on his skin.

« You have, » he says playfully, pivoting in his arms to face him. « But I like hearing it, so you can keep saying it. » And, pressing his lips against Satoru's smiling cheek in return, he added : « Thank you, my darling. I love you, too. Let's go have some of that cake. »

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@lidadur a demandé : Suguru, would you still love me if I were a giant, three-pound gummy worm ?

« I think the question here is, would you forgive me if I ate you little by little if you were a giant, three-pound gummy worm ? »

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@lidadur a demandé : Suguru, I want you to know that you're my one and pepperonly. 😔😘🥰

« R— Right... You too, Satoru, I... guess. »

[chikoyama]

[ sneak ] sender sneaks up behind receiver and puts their hands over their eyes to surprise them (/ =ω=)/

prompts for playful affection | accepting

There was a small gasp accompanied with a subtle jolt of her body. Feeling something warm covering her eyes, the young girl paused the drinking of her juice box.

Hands? These were large she could tell. But whose? Behind her, Chiyori could hear the low sound of a snicker, all too familiar and playful.

Shoulders initially tense, loosened up again. Lifting up a hand, small fingers closed around the ring and pinky finger of the mysterious person. Like wearing a blindfold, she pulled down the hand.

Turning slightly to the side, Chiyori took a peek at the culprit behind her. “Satoru..?”

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@anvevennad a demandé :∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . // look at him, suguwuuuu :^)

Suguru couldn't be blamed for forgetting himself at the feeling of Satoru's cool, slender fingers touching his face as tenderly as he did, down the line of his jaw to cup his chin and lift his face up.

A feeling not unlike that one of falling into the sky overcame him when he looked into the other's azure eyes ; enveloped by a gaze as soft as the clouds in it.

The butterflies in his stomach couldn't be blamed, either, for fluttering around the way they did, nor his heart for slamming so hard against his ribs he almost felt himself sway.

There was something about the way the taller boy looked at him like he was the most important thing in the world that made his knees feel weak, his mouth go dry and his lips part slightly.

Ultimately, Satoru always got what he wanted, and who was Suguru to deny him of what he so blatantly was demanding of him ? Of the affection he, too, was craving ?

« You want to kiss me so bad you look stupid, » he said teasingly, fleetingly looking down at his lips. As if he didn't look just as stupid.

100 non-verbal prompts | accepting

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Perhaps he could have stayed longer, catch a glimpse of the man who was the very last speck of something in him. A speck from the past, but one he found himself not wanting to snuff out entirely and fly away like the last ember of what was once a burning fire.

Perhaps it was a risk too high to take, carrying out what could be a rather meaningless gesture in a day where nothing would change, but had changed the whole world years ago. Altered the balance of the universe.

But it wasn't meaningless to him. It was the entire opposite, really. So meaningful it crushed him, almost. That was why he wanted to stay, wanted to see his face, feel his blue gaze on him once more, but that was the risk he couldn't allow himself to take.

That was why he had left a couple of the other man's favourite kikufuku on a small ceramic tray on the table. He had taken the time to prepare some tea, too, and poured two cups. One, he drank ; the other, he left served to go cold next to his empty one.

That way, whenever Satoru come back home, he'd find he remembered, find he cared. He hadn't stopped, and he wouldn't, either.

for @anvevennad ♡

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@anvevennad a dit: 🎲

kiss roulette : 22 — a french kiss / kiss with tongue.

« Get off, it's too hot. »

It was, to Suguru's standards, the hottest day of the year so far. In the middle of July, even with the windows open and Satoru's small desk fan on blowing hot air on their faces, even wearing loose tank tops and shorts and lying on Satoru's fresh bedsheets he felt like the air was too thick to breathe, like his skin was melting.

The taller boy's body heat against his only added to his ever-growing desperation of freshness.

It was a Sunday afternoon, quiet if not for the cicadas singing outside and the buzz of that useless fan. They had agreed to hang out on their day off, finish some missions in Dragon Quest Monsters, but Satoru's arm against him made him groan and push the other off.

He was used to his friend's clinginess and love for touch, but in that moment Suguru felt like he would spontaneously combust any second.

Of course he got a whine in response, finished ice lolly stick accusingly pointed at him as something something about moving him and causing him to lose a fight and having to start over was blamed on him.

He got pushed in retaliation ; annoyance twitched in Suguru's eyebrow and he pushed back more roughly.

It was no surprise when, in no time, Nintendos got flung, limbs were thrown, and the two boys began to brawl.

With a smack of a pillow on his face, Suguru managed to knock Satoru off of him, rolling them over and scrambling on top. His top knot loosened from the tossing and tumbling, and a few stray strands of dark, silky hair framed his face.

Satoru needn’t his Six Eyes to notice Suguru’s own flicking down to his lips, plump and pink and glossy. He teased him for how obvious he was, accused him of wanting to kiss him so bad he looked stupid. It made him roll his eyes, sink a bit more of his weight onto the taller boy. 

Suguru inspected his long, pale lashes fondly ; the pinkness of his cheeks be it from the tussling or the heat, or the proximity and anticipation.

He felt a hand slowly posing itself at the small of his back, followed by deft fingers reaching up to brush his messy strands behind his ear tenderly. That’s when Suguru closed the gap between them. 

No matter how many times they had done this, he was always very pleasantly surprised at how soft Satoru’s lips felt against his. He nibbled on his lower lip, and at the touch of tongue on his own lip, begging for entrance, he pulled away. 

« Who’s looking stupid now ? » Suguru asked, close enough that their breath was shared and the tips of their noses touched. 

Satoru looked stupid beneath him. Stupidly gorgeous, that was. His parted lips inviting soon pressed into a thin line, stretched into a smirk, and Suguru had only blinked before he was pushed and rolled over. 

Suddenly his best friend was on top of him, and Suguru couldn’t help a laugh escaping through his nose and a grin from stretching his lips. 

Retaliation, something about I’ll show you stupid, and their lips locked together again. 

Suguru reached up to touch Satoru’s back, one hand slipping under the hem of his loose t-shirt. It drew a small gasp from the taller boy, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue past his lips. 

Satoru tasted sweet ; his mouth fresh from the ice lolly. He felt him push forward, kiss deeper. More firmly their tongues touched, and just as he parted his lips a little wider, as he began to wrap his arms around Satoru to gently roll them both onto their sides, the sound of the doorknob turning made him jump out of his own damn skin. 

He sprung up like a tight coil, tossing Satoru off him onto the other side of the bed, which drew a whine from the other boy. 

But it didn’t matter that he tried to be quick, Shoko caught them red handed as she entered with a couple of icy lemonades. It didn’t matter because his messy hair and ragged breath and pink face weren’t easy to hide, despite him picking up his book and attempting to act casual. 

Satoru sat up owlishly, and Shoko narrowed her eyes at the both of them. Suguru pretended not to notice, thanked her for the drinks, and when she left the two boys shared a knowing look. 

They both snorted. Suguru pressed his lips tight not to grin as stupidly as his friend. He passed him his drink and his DS, and without another word, they continued their monster quests with the cicadas still singing outside the window and the little desk fan still buzzing uselessly. 

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