#nezumi tag

[cobaltfluff]

happy pride month to them!!

[cantuscorvi]

. . . Eyebrows raise at the demand for his cigarette but again Raum says nothing, just plucks it from between his lips and leans forward, passing it directly to Nezumi’s mouth between two fingers. He doesn’t let go, waits to feel Nezumi inhale against his fingertips before he takes it back. He tilts his head, questioning, “Better?” And when Nezumi launches into what he is expecting to be a tirade, he knows it is so.

Commission of Raum and Nezumi ( @nezumivc103221 ) dropped and I am not gonna be normal about it for the rest of the month!!!! Or likely ever.

All thanks to the supremely skilled @haedraulics for their beautiful artwork!

[mariaashby64]

No.6 Week:

Day five - Hand Holding

Ever since I saw the prompt I've just had this image in my head, so please enjoy.

[from-a-distant-end]

Part 1 of Lena's request | x

[aowyn]

生き延びると決めたのなら、前に進むしかない

[themapleleafdiaries]

some quick Nilarel sketches + a bonus Bastian

[nico-alto]

got your nose!1!1!1!11!!

[lullabyshark]

vaguely chronological no.6/nezushi playlist i made as i finished reading the books. based mainly on the books rather than the anime.

highlights are soulgazing, even though our love is doomed, and star. very animatic-worthy songs. i went insane reading these light novels and wrote 21 hand-written pages of analysis in my reading journal. i'll never be the same. stray italian greyhound is a government-assigned nezushi song to me because of my favorite nezushi amv

[cerealandchoccymilk]

why is 3ds swapdoodle so fun to do manga studies on. and why is getakichi so fun to draw

[consulting-squip]

why are you so cunty

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> ...???

[lostusagis]

''Huh? Really? That seems kind of cool to be able to produce mayonnaise like that. How do you do it exactly?'' @nezumivc103221

[cobaltfluff]

christmas with the besties(?)!

[mariaashby64]

No.6 Week:

Day 4 - reading

Another small one for today. Hope you enjoy.

[ancharan]

this is only going to make ANY sense if youve read moonshine and even then.... no promises

[ask-the-practitioners-idv]

"Doctor Allard! You have a letter!"

"Ahh, It seems our work has become notorious, my lotus."

"No matter what, I'll be by your side, doctor."

"As will I, Nurse LaCroix."

The manor has two unhinged guests that appeared from the darkness of the forest. The “Plague Doctor” and The “Plague Nurse” have entered the manor, be weary and beware of the newest additions, who knows what they carry.

Inbox: OPEN!

Submissions: OPEN!

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Info: This is a duo OC survivor blog, split between Mod Mandika and Mod Nezumi! Canon and Original characters are allowed but there will be a story progression between the “Plague Doctor” and the “Plague Nurse”. Asks and RPs are allowed!

If you are sensitive to subject matter of gore, death and possible medical mutilation then I will suggest you procced with caution but there will be warnings for the material and there will be the tag - fear the meds - that will be used for such events when they do come up.

No major NSFW besides gore and the likes will be shown. 

[cantuscorvi]

The door in the entryway clicked open; a pair of Louboutins stepped in.

Nezumi's head snapped upwards, and he drew a startled breath. He could hear the familiar walk from the spot by the radiator where he had spent the night. He was certain that the pace, the weight of the click as the shoe touched the ground, and the sound of the sole belonged to Raum; he was almost as certain that it was Raum as one could be with half of his mind thinking of sleep and another on fire from discomfort. His arms burned, and his legs had gone numb sometimes before sunrise.

A small voice in his head mocked him. What if it wasn't Raum? What if Raum sent someone to free him because he got tired of playing? What if—? The thought of being found there, dressed in nothing but one of Raum's polo shirts and utterly forgotten, was shattering.

The steps rounded the corner, and Raum strode into the narrow stripe of morning light that cut through the living room.

The cuffs on Nezumi's hands rattled as he moved, and his expression twisted into a mixture of relief, poorly suppressed anger and frustration that had built up for far too long. His jaw tensed, and his bottom lip quivered; his hair was a mess, and the side of his face had an imprint of the radiator. He stared at Raum, who said nothing for far too long, and Nezumi could no longer stand the silence.

"Where were you?" he snapped, accusatory but with so little strength it was pathetic. "I thou—ack—." He jerked his head closer to Raum, but his throat got caught on the collar that bound him to the metal structure. Ashamed, he looked down and forced himself to relax, then under his breath, he growled. "—I didn't realise you'd be gone all night," he admitted as if it was his fault that he had been left alone.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Raum throw his coat over the back of the sofa, then the same shoes he heard in the hallway approached. Nezumi shivered, made one attempt to swallow his anger, and then cracked.

"I was worried!" He rattled the cuffs harshly, tugging at them out of spite. "I thought something happened to you!" His voice broke; his shoulders tensed and then trembled. He felt heat in his eyes and tried to blink it away, but it was too late. The tears rolled down his cheeks and into his mouth. He swallowed them, and those he didn't, trickled down his neck to the redness left behind by the collar.

Finally, Raum came close enough for Nezumi to rest his head wearily against Raum's thigh. " . . . I was so worried, and I missed you," he sobbed. "The floor is hard and I couldn't sleep and you were gone and I was alone and the room was cold . . ."

He looked up, eyes swollen, but filled with unshakeable adoration.

"Can we cuddle now? I waited so long . . . please."

@nezumivc103221 // continued from here.

There was a sense of anticipation when Raum entered the apartment. He didn’t doubt for a second that Nezumi could have broken out of those cuffs. Something like a dislocated thumb was an easy task for someone with Nezumi’s frankly impressive pain tolerance and determined single-mindedness. He’d almost expected the younger man to have run away in the middle of the night, or be waiting in a dark corner to exact some kind of revenge.

And yet when Raum stepped into the living room… there he remained. Raum stopped and simply took in the sight for a moment, his expression all too still, enigmatic but the for the way his eyes hungrily explored the remnants of the scene he’d left behind the evening before.

You get blood on my shirt, and I collar you to the radiator before I go out tonight.

—How the seed of a simple promise could blossom into much more than he’d imagined.

There was the ungainly rattle of metal against metal when Nezumi moved, no doubt after hearing him come in. That sound spoke of resistance but not rebellion. Now that would be an eerily quiet apartment, an empty spot near the radiator, and a knife at his neck before he even made it down the hall. Worse — rebellion would be Raum seeing the apartment block aflame in the distance from the window of his car.

Oh, but Nezumi’s usual fire was certainly dimmed — so demonstrated when he got too excited in his admonishment of Raum. He jerked harshly against the collar and cuffs, and through the unforgiving chokehold of steel and leather, Nezumi was brought perfectly to heel.

Raum listened to Nezumi swallow his eagerness. He reigned in his urge to smile as he took off his coat. Yes, he hadn’t been particularly clear about how long he’d be away, and for good reason.

This, he wanted to see.

As soon as Raum approached, Nezumi was leaning into him, the little rivulets from his cheeks seeping through the fabric of Raum’s trouser leg. Raum hummed a low, almost pitying tone, and laid his palm against the top of Nezumi’s head — like one might to a fretting pet. He smoothed down some of Nezumi’s hair that had become messy and tangled during the long, sleepless night.

When Nezumi looked up, both the lingering distress and budding relief were suffocatingly palpable in his red-rimmed eyes. Raum felt himself absorb them like a plant did the rays of the sun.

“Where would you get that ridiculous idea…” Raum tutted, pinching Nezumi’s cheek between his finger and thumb. He said it like it was obvious, like nothing could ever possibly hurt him. “Of course, nothing happened to me.”

Raum leaned forward, stooping slightly over Nezumi’s frame. The morning sun was filtering through the large windows, the blinds casting stripes of shadow along his face and body where he blocked Nezumi from its warmth. He smiled, but it was calculative, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. There was just barely enough space for Raum to slip two fingers beneath the leather collar around Nezumi’s neck. Below, the skin felt hot to the touch, raw from friction.

“I didn’t quite plan for this — until last night,” he confessed, a note of thrill cracking through his composed exterior. As if this whole episode was a surprise romantic dinner, rather than a night of cold and painful isolation. He tugged Nezumi up slightly by the collar and planted a kiss on his forehead. “I was at a hotel.”

Thinking of you, he didn’t say, neglecting to mention his own rather lacking sleep. And what you might be like when I return.

“Now, when I release you…” Raum drew back to note the flicker of elation in Nezumi’s expression, and then quash it. “Not yet — you’ll do as I say, hm? Yes.”

He released the cuffs around Nezumi’s wrists first, one by one, watching his arms drop numbly to the floor in hopes of regaining some circulation.

Raum could sense the air shift as soon as Nezumi was even partially free. His lips quirked.

“Wait,” he instructed, dragging out the word while he took a step back, and then another. He was walking away, back to where his coat lay on the couch, and leaving Nezumi attached to the radiator by the collar lock alone.

Casually, he sat down without saying another word. A few moments passed in silence, and he took note of how the tension that had been released slowly began to return to Nezumi’s frame. The reunion of blood and feeling to his limbs surely came hand in hand with pain — but it didn’t mean as much as the desperation that inevitably built when Nezumi was tantalizingly close to having what he wanted within his grasp. Raum didn’t take eyes off him. Mentally or physically, he liked to watch him struggle.

After a few minutes, he pulled the key from his pocket. He noticed Nezumi’s eyes lock onto it. Carefully, he tossed the keys onto the carpet in front of Nezumi, well within reach.

“Unlock it.”

Nezumi did. Quicker than he expected, and even more surprisingly, after unhooking the ring from the collar, he did exactly as Raum said. He stayed perfectly put. But he shivered where he sat, and his eyes — his eyes were ablaze. The smirk Raum had been working to suppress finally broke free.

“Come here.” He crooked a finger of permission. But when Nezumi shifted to stand, Raum made a sound of disapproval. No.

“Crawl.”