#( musings && asami )

[misdeliria]

FAKE YOU OUT; SUGURU GETO

[08:34 PM]

The world stops when Suguru notices you're lying on the ground. Your body is contorted in a bone-chilling sight, and you don't face him, so he can only assume you're dead.

You're in the same outfit he saw you in last when you were leaving for your class. He thinks he sees blood, which makes him nauseous, but some higher power is compelling him to walk toward you.

Suguru is confident he'll break his trance to throw up if he gets a look at your face. He's kneeling before taking your shoulders and carefully turning you to face him, but your body melts into tar when his fingers find purchase.

The rest of the area around him melts into the same substance, and Suguru feels like an idiot for falling into such an obvious trap.

"Oi, need a hand?" Satoru's irritating chirp arrives at the worst moment, as his giggle is followed by a sinister laugh bouncing off the room wall. "How the hell did you fall into this?" Suguru can hear the smile in Satoru's voice, but his attention is grabbed by the tar, sucking him into the floor like quicksand.

"Satoru, quit messing around and get me out of this," Suguru scolds him, catching movement in the corner of his eyes. Following the shadow, a curse crawled the walls into view.

Satoru pouts, but in a moment, he's in the air with his legs crossed and staring face-to-face with the curse.

Suguru doesn't care to watch Satoru finish the job but sighs in relief when he quickly climbs out of the tar after the exorcism.

"Thank you," he murmurs to his friend, nodding.

"Hey, anytime," Satoru waves off, but the air is tense. It's their first mission after Riko's failed rescue, and Suguru feels the weight of the tension pushing down on his shoulders.

"Let's keep going," he says, turning to continue their route. "We're bound to reach a nest at this point."

-

[03:47 AM]

Suguru feels like an asshole standing outside your apartment in the middle of the night, but his heart is twisting painfully, and it won't rest until he sees you.

"Dude, what the hell?" You're rightfully upset, bumping into the door on the other side before you manage to pull it open.

"I gave you a key," you say lowly, eyeing him on your doorstep.

Suguru is tired too, and he nods in embarrassment.

"I needed you to wake up."

You're silent momentarily before taking his hand and pulling him inside.

"’m sorry,” he hears you murmur, wiping your palm over your face roughly. “Bet you’re tired too.”

You bring him to your quaint living area, shepherding him into sitting on one end of the couch before grabbing a throw blanket and wrapping him up around his legs and middle.

“Did you want to talk about it?” You ask with a clearer voice, more awake, and Suguru is overwhelmed with regret for ruining your night with his intrusion. “Suguru, look at me.”

He blinks a few times and you’re kneeling in front of him, resting your hands on his knees and giving them a soft squeeze.

“We don’t have to talk about it, whatever it is,” you promise him. “We don’t have to talk at all. We can just hang out, or sleep, or- Fuck, I think I have Jenga in the closet?” Suguru can’t stop himself from moving when you adjust your feet to stand. You rise halfway before he brushes his fingers over your knuckles, the space between his brows twitching uncomfortably.

“We don’t- I don’t want to play Jenga,” Suguru answers quickly, eliciting a bright laugh paired with a gentle smile on your lips.

“I won’t bring it out then,” you tell him before a look of concern washes over your face. “How about food? Have you eaten?”

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry,” he says, ringing some truth as his dinner with Satoru was still sitting in his stomach like a rock.

You huff, apparently frustrated with his answer, but lean up to press a hard kiss on his cheekbone.

“Fine, then sleep. I can see your eyebags even in this lighting.”

Suguru frowns when you crawl up the couch and pull the throw blanket back enough for you to squeeze into his side.

“Why aren’t we in your bed?” He lifts his arm as you solidify against his body, nuzzling your face into his chest. Suguru can feel some relief from the weight in his chest as you rest heavier on him.

“So I can be closer to you.”

"I hold you in bed, too, don't I?"

"Yeah, well," she starts to mumble off. "This makes sure you stick with me all night."

Suguru can't help the laugh bubbling from his stomach, spilling out his lips, squeezing you a little closer to him.

After a moment of silence passes over the couple, Suguru decides he's feeling selfish and wants to relieve himself just a little more.

"I thought I saw you today," he whispers, mind flashing to you facing away from him on the ground. When you don't react, anxiety spikes in his chest. In a brief panic, Suguru reaches for your face and gently pulls your cheeks. He needs to see your eyes.

"You know when you do things like that," you mumble tiredly, rubbing circles over his chest, "it doesn't convince me you're okay."

Suguru hums softly, pulling his eyes away from yours and curling into you more. "Sometimes, I'm not."

He feels you nod your head against him, decidedly against addressing it now.

"Don't go far from me, Sugu," you whisper so quietly, but Suguru hears the harmony of your voice like your lips are at his ear. "You deserve to come home."

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[weavewithin]

To-do list for today is some blog maintenance. Dossier is missing links and I've been setting up a multimuse on the side.

[lgcasami]

DIATL Vlog, Trainee Mission 018

Asami has been doing this for years, and she’s still not used to talking to a camera like there was someone watching her. They say it’s easier if you imagine you’re talking to a friend instead of by yourself, but that never really worked for Asami who doesn’t even talk that much when she’s around her actual friends, so it’s exactly instinctive. She also only grabs the camera to start recording when she has already washed up to look presentable and finished making herself a quick breakfast because she might not know how to do this, but she won’t be recording herself right after waking up. She has some common sense.

“Hello everyone,” she says quietly not to disturb anyone in the dorm who might still be sleeping. “I’m Takanashi Asami and I’ll take you around with me today, I hope you don’t mind. I don’t do many exciting things, but I’m just finishing breakfast now, and then I’ll be heading out,” she recites with ease the words she wrote down the night before like a script.

The next time she grabs the camera and starts recording herself (to her horror) is when Asami is arriving her destination, a café hidden in the bottom of a slope that has greenery everywhere and is the definition of cozy and quiet. “I have practice later today, but I’m here because I need to study,” she says as she enters the café and gets herself a place tucked in a corner. She had obviously asked for permission before she came in, and she had been here so many times, the owner didn’t mind if she didn’t disturb anyone. “I’ve been in Korea for… I think it’s nearly five years now. I’m originally from Tokyo, so because I’ve been here so long, sometimes I feel like I don’t know how to speak neither language,” she chuckles sheepishly and scratches a spot behind her ear, “I’ve been wanting to update my vocabulary, get to know the new slangs and talk more clearly. I feel like I’ve been stumbling over my words a lot more often these days,” and Asami goes on about it, writing down and pronouncing it quietly as she lets the camera run. The rest of the day is, as she had predicted, uneventful. Asami has lunch, goes to practice, shows off the folder in her tablet with all the lyrics and compositions that she has worked on but not opened any of them because “maybe you’ll listen to these someday, right?”. She only truly stopped recording when it was time to start her shift in the barbecue restaurant. “I must get to work now. Nothing too exciting, right? Practice takes a long part of our day, but it’s nice. I got a lot better recently because I have been focusing on practices more. I said before that I’ve been a trainee for a long time, right? Sometimes it can be a little discouraging, but truly, I can’t see myself working in any other area, right now. And I’ve been working really hard to meet you all when I reach the best of my abilities. So, let’s meet up soon. I’ll see you. Bye-bye.”

[helluvaslut]

Open Starter : Sweaty Grease Monkey [ Male/Female ]

“I’ll be with you in a minute.” Asami called out towards the other, as she was currently working on a vehicle. All they could of the woman was her slender legs sticking out from underneath the car. However when she finished, Asami wiped the sweat off her forehead, before unbuttoning her shirt and revealing the white tank top/bra that was covering her breast. As she let out a sigh while approaching your muse. “Sorry about that, are you here to schedule an appointment?” She asked to the individual while reaching for a towel to wipe off the sweat from her face.

[redridcr]

Tahno definitely always carries a lint roller—

[arcxnumvitae]

“And they had the idea to incorporate electricity into their sexual toys! On those merits alone I believe the fae should take more time to learn about the little mortals.”

“Oh, those are my favorite! Why, I found one of those, oh what was the name, the things that move of their own accord? Small, that you slip inside you or your partner?” 

He received nothing but blank looks.

“Never mind that! Anyways! Nadia and Asami, some of Mikael’s very knowledgeable friends, introduced me to one that vibrates as if powered by magic! All on its own!”

“Really?”

Nadia and Asami, huh...

“Down, Iomhar.” Yes, he recognized that thoughtful look on the man’s face. “Nadia has a lover. And as for Asami, you might quite literally kill him.”

“Who says a group of three could not have some fun? Teine ​​Beag can attest to that. And if that mortal lover of yours breathes still with a succubus like you warming his bed, I believe his mortal friend could survive one night with me.’

And yet Iomhar’s appetite outpaced even his... 

“Anyways, yes, quite astounding. It came with a small box you could press on to command the object. Heh, when Mikael had one in on a restaurant date of ours, I accidentally upset the box, and when Mikael took me right there in the restaurant’s lavatory...” he sighed dreamily. “My knees get weak even now remembering how rough and desperate he was.”

“What was the name of that device again? Maybe I should try one on Alastair!”

What on earth were they going on about...?

[ichiigotsukii]

“Are you certain you don’t think you see Ru with perhaps a liiiittle bit of a rose tint to your glasses so to speak? Just a little?”

“Not in the slightest. He’s perfect.”

[virtuousouls]

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[redridcr]

@torntruth

"my darling" "my love" "my girl" "my angel" let's merge souls rn

[wvsteria]

@irresistiibles: 29. for a surprised starter . (asami and brinna)

brinna jumped back, their hand placed on their chest as they'd walked out from the lockers to the gym. "i swore no one was here when i just left. you move fast."

[helluvaslut]

Moved thread for @ask-jaune-npr 

Asami looked over at the truck that had just towed in. “That is going to take some time to repair. And quite expensive too.” The raventte replied towards the other, as a frown stretched upon her lips. “Will you be able to repair for all of it?” She asked towads the other.

[redridcr]

@torntruth

Charlie mentioned something about a new business partner ; a young lady down on her luck and floundering in a failing family business ( much like the Howard heir himself ). Tahno could admit he was part of a peculiar team Charlie was trying to tape together. The quiet and charming Charlie Howard as the lead. Strange and tempting Tahno as the graphic design marketer and social media insight. And then this new addition.

( who Tahno was not expecting to be so pretty. )

So as Asami steps out of the elevator, she is met with an onslaught of a stare over designer sunglasses. In doors. During the day. Glass-like eyes glance over her, nothing said, and then the darkened frames are pushed up, this peculiar man letting out an odd ' hmph '.

[irresistiibles]

@tragcdysewn

KORRA & ASAMI LEGEND OF KORRA (2012-2014)

[irresistiibles]

going for the gold / asami sato

while asami could probably do woman's judo she's ultimately wind up going in for shooting because she'd be able to commit more to it and do better, probably in the 10m pistol women category. i genuinely think even with no powers she'd manage to snag herself a silver. i am so bad at outfits this opening ceremony outfit question will be the end of me. asami is fire nation but from republic city, which is a mesh of all the nations in avatar. i think they'd go for a modern look over anything traditional as a result of this, and though it wouldn't be like the warbler looking outfit the usa went for this year i could definitely see it just matching more modern fashion. asami wouldn't be that active on social media, she's got media training and she's not getting herself in trouble for something silly, though she'd keep an eye on it and appear in some other people's tiktoks. if she went viral it would be for one of the shooting pictures like the ones big on twitter right now like this and for managing to get pictures with any and all celebrities that were also there. asami is not living in the olympic village. this is another rich girl. she's happy to go there and socialize with fellow competitors, and she likes the energy and company but there is not a chance in hell she's staying in those sleeping conditions. when not competiting or for winter olympics she'd absolutely get tickets to go see the olympics in person.

[pelipper]

I think I want to wear my red contacts with my Kiba cosplay tomorrow. I feel like they give it that extra zing. ✨

[sexyzuka]

Being at Comic Con this past weekend has ignited the desire in me to cosplay as adult Kiba.