#Geto.exe

[kuraikyu]

anonymous : kirby :D

'' I will gut you, grey-face ...''

[yuutaguro]

*geto.exe has stopped working*

[kuraikyu]

TAG DUMP.

gokunoban - supreme arts of ink & ashesㅤ: musings. there's not enough sauce for talking brainsㅤ: crack! under the veilㅤ: metas & headcanons. wisdom on gamblingㅤ: dash games. the shorthand of emotionㅤ: playlist. let's be daringㅤ: memes & prompts. scripts fall openㅤ: submission. followed by many eyes : dash. mind intimacyㅤ: suggestive. persona symbolismㅤ: aest. sashisuㅤ: everlasting love. clause macabreㅤ: words. jurei sojutsuㅤ: visuals. Geto.exeㅤ: crashed! Geto.exe

muse ; geto / headcanons. muse ; kenjaku / headcanons. muse ; mahito / headcanons.

反応‚ㅤ╱ 𝐌𝐄𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐈 reacted. 反応‚ㅤ╱ 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐔 reacted. 反応‚ㅤ╱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 reacted.

VERSE (past) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤcracks in golden seal. VERSE (𝐈𝐈.) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤprocession of the spirits. VERSE (𝐈𝐈𝐈.) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤtba. VERSE (𝐈𝐕.) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤspilled ink under a tray of opium and blackberries. VERSE (𝐕) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤsurvived.

⌜ do they talk to you ; the corpses? ⌟ㅤㅤ𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐨. ⌜ time stopsㅤ∞ㅤinfinity reigns ⌟ㅤㅤ𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮.

[kuraikyu]

anonymous : ''What if someone asked you about something that is somehow or to some extent suspiciously indicating but not that much indicating but also super duper obviously intricating?''

'' ... ''

'' ......... ''

Normally he would end up with heavy eye-twitch but the only thing he was capable of doing in this situation was offering a blank, emotionless stare, '' Can your question be any more nonsensical than it already is ... ? How are you expecting me to answer if I don't know what the context nor what this question is about. ''

[kuraikyu]

@digenvez : It's barely above a whisper when he utters it in this blinding realisation that they could be caught soon, if only either of them would take one, simple, wrong step. Hushed. Low. Perceived only for the other to hear when their song and dance of pretence had shown those around how good and 'civil' they would just be - if wanted. If desired. Gaping eyes and mouths, hushed murmurs of rumours brushed away with scathing words of others. Not important, not interesting. That whisper indeed, was just for him. " Have me. " [ satoru for suguru <3 HEHE ]

Soul-quenching spontaneity breaks rigid melancholy in a sequence that should never have followed. A phenomenon of touch, like phantom elegy. A foreign hand -- perhaps too familiar comes to find it's resting place in his and pulls him in a reactive spin by securing another around waist like a sinuous sling.

" Sorry, hope you won't mind if I'll steal you away for a moment. ~ " The spiritedness of his sardonic grin quite provocative for someone dandy and trying to apologize through the evening. The previous person who seemed so contently enjoying their time by dancing with Honored One was rudely blocked from maneuvering back at the first opportunity of their brief separation and scowled their way.

" Looking good, Satoru, " he complimented while noting several levels of elegance linked to well-matched cologne to evening attire and mayhaps civility of his initiatives, " didn't expect to find you strutting in a jamboree of such codfish ball. " But it was just his way of cannily saying: mind sharing this dance with the ambassador of crime? They launched playacting deceitfulness, limbs welded like wild strings in uncoordinated esteem, and started to perform undergo of their new forte. A new dance macabre. Evoking suppressed inhales and trucking gazes of those who noticed them dancing together and KNEW their common history among oversaturated crowd. Risky but he considered every possibility before making such choice, even at the cost it could lead to paralysis.

Soul-breathing nurtured with a free sense of joy. '' No protest? You're surrendering yourself quite easily; it's almost hard to believe it unless your previous partner bored you to death, '' nose scrunches ever so slightly, refinement of his whispers drops a step lower, nearly hushed with care, concealing electrifying alchemy of connecting dynamism when the other chooses to follow his lead to the rhythm so simply and without fuss.

Formal pour of live music originates rising of sensuous vibrations, improvising finesse and not trained choreography guiding their gliding steer to-and-fro. Dawdle-pace setting passions on tussled floor aflame; more than a match for gravity. Living in a pulsing beat, marching, blending, like backgammon pieces illuminated by candelabrum lights till the break of day among dancing marionettes.

In a freezing paradox, glass shattered. Geto's brain nearly stuttered, every part of his inner being went on pause, his movements temporarily more robotic while thoughts catching up after a wash of cold.

That motherf*cker. Punching his face would sound so appealing if not other thoughts clouding his intention.

Like meandering stream ... arm compellingly narrated brings closer another's flexuous frame. He should know, that by the way nail-tips nearly dug into back-vent of Satoru's suit jacket there were dangers lurking to bask as bait of pretense; waiting to devour his darkest immensity.

Disciplined gaze doomed to crash now lifts up to meet his eye-to-eye. Within embrace of tighter pull - chest against chest comes pressing in stirring synchrony of matching heartbeats, pupils dilate wholly from taking in whisper just without more light.

Say it ... '' Say it again——. '' - making sure he did not misheard.

[kuraikyu]

anonymous: you know things are going to get less painful if you raise your hands and say I give up

[kuraikyu]

@capuchinofoam : "Might just drop off and become a porn actor" | always accepting