#aeternxm

[guidingkey]

❝ oh ... thanks... ❞ he mumbles, sounding put-out. he pouts for all of five seconds before his expression lights back up. ❝ hey, didja know? in one of the worlds i visited, san fransokyo, they've got these things called fudgesicles? you should try it sometime! you know ... branch out a little! ❞

〈 @aeternxm / 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐱. 〉

[hoshizorax]

@aeternxm replied to your post “"i've been told it's called sinday today. not sure...”:

takeshi, softly: get back into the nursing home grandpa. the only sinning you're doing is the sin of fuckin' pride--

​"you got a problem, my guy?"

[voidedgear]

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"Hey, loser." Vanitas is gonna peer at the older man, eyes squinting behind that opaque helmet of his. All Lea will see is his own reflection looking back at him. He's leaning forward with interest. "How's it feel getting your Keyblade busted up pretty much instantly?"

He laughs then, his voice sharp and cruel. Did he seriously come all the way out to Twilight Town just to heckle him? Of course not... it was more of a side thing.

"Don't answer that, I don't care."

He starts walking away, laughing to himself again. "Now, where oh where is that Xion girl..."

[ryusxnka]

@aeternxm ( Ichigo! )

" Oi, a piece of your desk chair ... " He promptly withdraws one of its legs from within the confinements of his Haori. " ... suddenly broke off. "

[astarab1aze]

Loux often thought of himself as an altogether simple if unimaginably complicated man - that is, he was cool enough to go with the flow, mind his own business sometimes, and play it cool, especially when he had shit to do. Unfortunately for him, it seemed he was far simpler than that, stopped up short, hands in his pockets, eyes locked on a head of black hair, stormy grays putting some extra work in to gauge how soft it would be to the touch- and sure enough, he grinned, after donning an utterly stupid look on his false-face.

It didn't take much to catch his interest. And a cute, broody thing, taller than him, ten times as miserable - he could tell, he could always tell - had certainly been one of those things that tugged on the feral rat at the back of his brain. It didn't matter that one was busy with his human life, doing human things, looking at some precious human thing in the shop window, or that the other was taking the long way in walking to his next meeting - Loux could always shave out a few minutes of personal time. Besides, it wasn't as if he was in much of a hurry, per se; He wasn't really all that inclined to meet up with Beatrice Morningstar again, that awful woman - she would only drain him again, use and abuse him like any one of her worthless cronies, and yes, he was quite sore about it (he had the scars to prove it). Vampires were irritating, foul creatures, and he hated nearly every one of them - well, Red Hand vampires, anyway. So, yes, he could, and he would, swagger on over to Oh-So Cute and Not Paying Enough Attention, sneak a peek at what he was looking so hard at, and lay on every bit of his charm!

Hmm, but to go Southern or Midwestern? He wore a friendlier smile.

"S'wha'cha lookin' at, darlin'?" he said, crooning, shuffling in a little too close but not quite close enough, hands so respectfully clasped behind his back. Southern it was! He glanced into the window and new some of the items for what they were, but didn't much bother to catalogue them - nightfolk couldn't use most of it anyway, and the price tags were pretty telling... Not that Loux minded. He had enough spending money set aside, he could buy half of Salem's Crossing. This wasn't quite Salem's Crossing though, but how interesing would it be to spirit away so bristly, now, a boy? "Somethin' real good in there? Looks like they got... Mm- Are ya lookin' at tha' big expensive thing up a' th' top?"

Yes, yes, that was exactly what he'd do.

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[solarisligatus]

"Roadside doctor does not mean roadside service. Do yae have a place yae plan t' get looked at in or are we simply 'opin' that I do?" She adjusts her glasses then, bringing them up to hold her hair back as she looks the other over. "Don't tell me yae thought I'd patch yae up in th' middle of nowhere..."

@aeternxm || sc.

[gravesung]

"I've got you." to chiaki!! From either takeshi or eito tbh

send “I’ve got you”  to carry my injured & nearly unconscious muse / accepting

❝ SENSEI...? ❞ CHIAKI STIRS IN eito's arms, shivering as a shock of cold rolls through her body. he's wrapped something tight around her torso — a coat? a blanket? she's not... completely sure. it shouldn't be this cold; it's the middle of summer, so why is it snowing? are they in a domain? how in the world did he find her?

... oh. they haven't exorcised the curse yet, have they.

another violent shiver in his arms. chiaki curls closer, though every slight movement makes her feel sick, and presses her face into the fabric of his sweater to hide it from the bite of the blizzard around them. failure. a furious voice in the back of her head — her father's, though he never truly sounds this harsh. failure, failure, failure. ❝ i'm sorry. i couldn't do it on my own. ❞

[erodedlight]

@aeternxm - lea / axel ( whichever you feel )

"Oh hey! You're like, the hotheaded guy from the textbooks right? I'd never thought I'd meet you in person, mm. You should look into a straightening gel... instead of styling. Styling gel can mess with your ends."

[devourcr]

the main door's hinge alerts him that it's been opened, following the sound of wood against metal as it shuts again. the theater had been mostly quiet, aside from his own footsteps on the stage, the rest of the coven resting below. and while he hadn't been expecting visitors, it isn't uncommon either.

❝ our shows are only at sundown, ❞ he calls from the stage, but follows his own voice, moving to the stairs and down to the aisles of seats in the auditorium. a curious gaze seeks the stranger, scrutinizing, but calm. he knew the main doors were unlocked — and intentionally so.

those who managed to hear about his dealings, how much he coveted rare items, tended to make themselves known during the daylight hours.

he isn't sure this is one of them, or just someone who stumbled on a vampire den ( so to speak ).

❝ unless there's something else i can help you with. ❞

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[lightfaithed]

@aeternxm

It was a gloomy, cloudy evening when Obi-Wan went to one of his favourite cafés. It was rather popular and as usual one had to get lucky to find a place to sit. As professor, he wasn't bound to the regular rush hours and so he had the luxury of only having to fight students for a seat at the cozy tables. He found one in a quiet corner and sat down after ordering his regular earl grey tea with (lactose free) milk.

As the minutes progressed and Obi-Wan became entrenched in his book about the cosmos, the café became positively crowded. Every seat was taken by now, except for the one at Obi-Wan's table, across from him. He suddenly noticed the noisiness around him and looked up just in time to see a young man by the door who was clearly checking out the place to see whether there was any space to sit.

Obi-Wan too looked around and saw that there was no vacant seat aside from this one here with him. Deciding that he might as well share the table, he waved at the man and gestured for him to come over. "Are you alone? You can sit with me, if you like. I'm busy reading anyways."

[hoshizorax]

cont. || @aeternxm

usually, lily can take takeshi asking such a way. a brat knew how a brat was, right? she could breathe through everything pretty well but they were in public and shopping for groceries, nonetheless. he was acting a bit like a child who was getting attention and as calm and collected as she was.. she had plans for him the moment they were back at her apartment.

now, she was looking up at him pressed against that door. yes, she was stronger than she should have been, but he didn't look too displeased with that. the moment he moved to embrace her, she pushed him back and looked him straight in those pretty eyes of his.

"takeshi.. sweetness.. love of my life.. i love you with every fiber of my being but.."

she pressed harder against him. putting her leg between his thighs and pressing against him.

"i will pin you to the bed and ride you until all sense leaves you. so much so that your body will only tremble if i so much as breathe on you. i will drain you of every drop and i'm certain you know that.." her voice was low and sultry as she got up a bit to brush her lips against his barely. "i will make you say my name over and over like a prayer. a goddess should be worshipped, right, baby? is that what you want? to worship your goddess?"

maybe she liked to use that line with him a little too much but damn if he didn't look so cute the way he was.

[pr4yerp0sition]

         HER  VOICE  GENTLY  HUMS,  softly  echoing  an  ancient  song  she  could  not  retrace.  Hands  that  quietly  kneaded  the  dough,  bread,  it’s  being  baked  fresh  in  the  morning.  The  billowing  sleeves  of  her  robes  are  pulled  back,  warmth  etched  onto  her  serene  features,  too  round  of  cheeks  like  mochi  &&  blood  red  eyes  casting  upwards.  “Good  morning, @aeternxm”  the  pleasant  husky  tone  coos,  it’s  rare  to  have  company  in  the  rather  sprawling  kitchen,  early  mornings  are  reserved  for  training  regimes,  students  clawing  themselves  into  class  while  others  prefer  to  sleep  in  against  their  better  judgment.  From  one  of  the  depths  of  the  basket,  she  suddenly  pulls  out  one  of  the  steaming  buns,  holding  it  up,  “Try  this,  I’m  replicating  melon  pan  but  with  more  complex  flavors,  you  can  be  my  taster  for  right  now” 

[kusatta]

" i'm sorry, i don't mean to interrupt, but . . . i've been watching you sketch for some time now & i just wanted to say that your drawing is really beautiful. " a small smile, " your really talented, sir. " /. @aeternxm, eito.

[astarab1aze]

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜ ( from takeshi to MJ 😭)

"...No, I am - You just have terrible taste, an' always have."

On the surface, it might've seemed as if MJ was talking shit, and maybe to a certain degree he was; He wasn't exactly nice, and never had been, but Takeshi of all was able to cut through the bulk of his bullshit. He was teasing, poking fun, though his expression hadn't matched his intentions, deep brown focused more on the rock of Takeshi's shoulders, how the pitch of his voice dipped and changed as he laughed, how he frowned and furrowed his brow soon after.

Teasing, teasing because he missed him. Teasing because he missed this. Teasing, because Minjoon had just been released from jail and Takeshi had only kept getting himself into trouble since he left. Terrible taste in hobbies and men - but he loved him for it. He was grateful for it. So much more than he'd ever been, and he was convinced that, in this life and in the next, he didn't deserve him. Humbled, certainly, by a long few years away, helping fucking Mineo of all people and getting arrested - and convicted - for it; But Mineko's killer was dealt with properly, and Mineo honored the promise he made, the deal they made, made use of his connections and took care of everything. He might not have had his career as a model anymore, or even as a photographer, nor a right to the family law firm, and maybe he'd been written out of the will... but he still had Takeshi.

He slung an arm around his shoulders and nosed his way into his soft, black hair, committing the scent of his shampoo to memory- and he snuck a kiss the while, pressing his lips into the highest point of Takeshi's cheekbone, free hand at last rising to cup his cheek.

"But 'm really glad you do," he murmured, between one kiss and another, and another. "'m not an easy person to love. Never was, never will be." Honest, but gently, weakly spoken; He didn't have the same conviction he used to, that he was invincible, that he would have his way. "But I-" His head slid off to the side, his arm did too, and he buried himself into Takeshi's neck. "'m so- glad you do, that it's you. That you were still here when I knocked on your door... " And with his newly freed arm, he reached for Takeshi's hand and held it for dear life, squeezing. He wanted to kiss him properly, he wanted to fuck him too, but what he wanted more than anything was to hide away with him and pretend there was no one else in the world but them. Was that selfish of him...? "It's always been you, since the beginnin', an' it could never be anyone else."

[sixba]

The cub glanced up at the smile feeling none the wiser about the other's true feelings. It was true that Grimmjow had left them to fend for themselves by his own volition or for a hunting trip the cub didn't know nor understand. Now, he and Axel were both fending for themselves. It had been...difficult to say the least. Simba sometimes found the other often lost in thought for the most part. "You're doing that stare thing again." he commented as he looked up indicating that the redhead was lost in thought. Usually, Simba would have to find a way to fend for himself whenever that happened. He could occasionally hunt small things but there was still a major dependency on the other for a huge majority of stuff. "Guess I should go start hunting now while you're staring, huh?"

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[hoshizorax]

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