#rotpeace / ic.

[cosmicdreamt]

“The stars are prettier than the fireworks.” he aint lookin at the sky tho .................

Happy New Year! (Accepting) || @rotpeace

"You can see them through all of this?"

She has to raise her voice just a bit to be heard over the loud pops, spared the full blown yelling by the fact that they were standing so close to each other on that hotel room balcony. It's almost funny how she didn't realize it until she had finally turned to look at him and was barely a breadth away from his face - and in turn her eyes met his own.

Oh.

He was talking about her.

Breath hitches in her throat and warmth radiates from her cheeks. Can he feel them? Can he see them? Hm...did it even matter?

Contact is broken only for her eyes to glance down to his lips, slowly shewing at the corner of her own. To hell with it. That was the whole point of this celebration, right?

The gap is closed, lips pressing against his and fingertips grazing gently over the skin of his neck. There's a hum against him, barely pulling away and eyes lidded once they open once more.

"Do you want to see just how beautiful they can be? I'm certain I can make you see many, many more if you'd like~"

#⋡☆《asks》—tarot readings #⋡☆《ic》—dreamcatcher #⋡☆《main》—enter the dreamscape #rotpeace #[[ y'all keep spoiling me with this one and I have no complaints ]] #[[ y'all understood the assignment LMAO ]] #[[ also merry christmas here's your gift KJSDNJSND ]]

[rotpeace]

❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜ - eden

        ' oh ... ? ’  he feigns ignorance, insincere surprise coloring his hushed voice at the reminder that they still had guests fraternizing and enjoying themselves out in the foyer and in the main room. it was customary around this time of year to have his colleagues, work acquaintances, international business partners, and his own employees around to celebrate the holidays. it was his way of presenting his gratitude for all the hard work they’d done for his company. 

        his duties as the host kept him away a good majority of the time from his partner, but the very second a window of opportunity emerged in midst of all the craziness, he seized the other by the arm as they were making small talk with the very curious young ladies in his office, extending his apologies for interrupting their conversation, earning a flurry of giggles from them as he led the other away.

        he had just a few minutes to spare before he ultimately had to return to his role as host, and he was going to make the most of them. eden is urged into the nearest guest room, and the door is firmly pressed shut with his own body as lanzo gently pushes him against the wooden frame of it. lanzo’s hands are quick to snake up under eden’s holiday sweater, cold fingers seeking warmth against supple and petal-soft skin. a pair of greedy, impatient lips pepper kisses along eden’s jawline, drawing out soft noises of protest that his guests may hear what was occurring within this room if they continued like this. ravenous yellow eyes meet his, like smoldering honey, expression darkening with fervor-like ardor as a dull ache begins to pool down below. he parts from feasting on the other’s jaw to utter, in an amorous hushed growl:

        ‘ i hope they can hear. ’

#mmarusu #rotpeace / ic. #santas comin tonight tonight!!! santas comin tonight!!!!!!!!!

[nebyuula]

@rotpeace​ 

“AH , DAMN ! I GOT SPOILED !” heaven drops his phone on the table and crosses his arms , a frown forming  . “ why would someone spoil ! why do spoilers EXIST !”

#rotpeace #heaven / ic. #HERE YA GO

[cosmicdreamt]

briefly contemplates farting. you can see it in his eyes but ultimately decides against it. he just squints. a spared soul.

The way she made direct eye contact with him in a way that said 'if you do it and I get hit with a heat bomb I'm eating things that make me gassy on purpose to get back at you'. But since he was good and held it in there will be no need for revenge.....this time.

And he'll even be treated with a little kiss to his cheek.

"If you even consider it again, I will end your life with my bare hands~"

And a threat for good measure.

#⋡☆《asks》—tarot readings #⋡☆《ic》—dreamcatcher #⋡☆《main》—enter the dreamscape #rotpeace #[[ OH MY GOD YOU WERE FUCKING SERIOUS SJHFBKJDGBF ]] #[[ I CAN'T BREATHE ]]

[rotpeace]

❛ how badly do you want me? ❜ kinu bc strong women time too

        at the risk of having a wine bottle serendipitously smashed over his head, he opts to respond with a smile, wrested in mirth, humor, and subtle confirmation. he was looking respectfully, lest he be lifted up and judo thrown backwards. reputation was a invaluable commodity that needed to be protected, preserved, and taken good care of... and his reputation for being a silver-tongued wouldn’t earn him any points here. to be sincere, free of pretense, to be void of any airs or affectations... 

       he wasn’t going to waste her time with platitudes or by simpering around

       ‘ i believe actions carry more weight than words, don’t you think ? ’

#seai #rotpeace / ic. #god i just made these icons n then i got this ask n KNEW i had to use em............................

[rotpeace]

It was hot, the strangeness of that morning made the spider feel on edge. Watching flower petals curl in on themselves as if winter's touch was already here. The feeling of tension in the air, the sensation of some lines being crossed as he eased out of his hidey-hole for the mornings sun to grace his chitin frame. Settling above statue of jade and stone, gaze quick to take in the sights of the world around them, his spine sudden straightened at the feeling of animosity. It wasn't normal. This anger wasn't the forests will, but a creature twice as strong in it.

It made his stomach drop, breakfast long forgotten about as the Spider didn't need to be told twice as a wisp of fox fire dances in his minds eye, not as he launched himself through the tree branches, swinging from vine and roots, to climb higher and soar farther. It was a hard line to dash through the greenery - but the need was like a hot iron under his feet. The need to get their before something happened because his soul knew, this anger wasn't anyone else's but one of the most kind hearted kitsune he knows.

With claws strengthening with each push towards the forestry grounds, a little clearer and wider for bodies to settle in. The spider for once didn't linger in shadows, instead, with a burst of leaf, twig and web - did the body of the lanky demon float in a slowed motion as gaze stared in all worry and glory of his friends anger. Worry, the place was empty, thankfully but the emotions were high. Landing with a bounce, a swift turn and a sudden latching into the Fox's frame. Hachirou's hands cradled the fox's crown, two arms around his middle, another two taking hold of Lanzo's fists that clenched within this growing fire.

His cheek on top their head, but even if he was firmly wrapped around the fox, his grip was only slight, he wasn't to restrict such a beast, but to guide him to a better place. To hold him stable, to support him in the need that made the flight or fight response change into ' save him ' instead. "I'm here, I'm here... It's okay."

if it came down to it, could you put me down to save everyone else?

the former familiar had presented the question in midst of their lunch, causing the other to freeze mid motion as they rose the bowl of soup to their mouth, mouth agape and eyes wide at the sudden and grave inquiry. 

backpedaling, lanzo waved a dismissive hand in apology, smile apologetic and expression sheepish at having soured the mood and having upset him. there was reason behind such an abrupt proposition, but rather than elaborate further, he decided to pass it off as something theoretical or out of mere curiosity. 

“ i’m merely posing a query, my friend. i’m sorry for causing distress. ”

the other had abandoned their meal and circled around the table without delay, an octet of fuzzy arms entangling the spirit’s frame tightly, assuring the other that he would undergo countless trials and experimentations to calm him down before ever considering causing lethal farm to him. he’d subdue, give him copious amounts of sleep medication, shoot a tranquilizer dart, restrain him without aggression, employ iron fetters until he came to his senses, this and that…

“ alright, alright. i was just curious. ” relief brightened hachirou’s face along with a rising smile, and lanzo returned it with one of his own, albeit inwardly strained and poignant. “the food’ll get cold if you keep hugging me, you lug.”

.....................................

it wasn’t working. it wasn’t working. it wasn’t working. an embrace intended to cool him down and return tranquility and ease his unrest resulted in him thrashing and squirming in his hold. his rage had subsided somewhat, but the agitation and anguish continued to rampage and tear him apart from the inside, internal strife causing utter turmoil in his mental and forcing him to resist the compelling urge to break each individual leg to free himself. 

        KILL HIM.

he couldn’t. he can’t. he’d never forgive himself if he so much as plucked a single hair off of hachirou. hachirou was hardly restricting him, but the sensation was suffocating and stifling nonetheless as his body ached to set about and wreck havoc and lay waste to the forest and its surrounding lands and leave nothing but soot, ash, and bones. 

to bear centuries worth of guilt for the devastation he caused while being the familiar of his former master… the wreckage he brought about and rendered irreparable, the number of lives he took indiscriminately of young and old, the families he sundered and left bereft and full of grief… he wanted to eliminate the source of the anguish and torment. to do away with what was bringing him misery. rather than repent and make amends, this option seemed faster, far easier, and within reach… all he had to do was get these arms off of him, even if it was warm and tender.

        ‘ hey... remember that timeline with that cliff ? how about we find another one and RECREATE IT ? ’

.

.

.

        it’s not me.

                it’s not me.

                                help me.

#nvrcmplt #rotpeace / ic. #rotpeace / answered. #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #me: you don't even remember the cliff that well #me @ me: idc!!!!!!!!!!!

[rotpeace]

❛ what if i hurt you? ❜ [ from lumine ! ]

        ‘ i’d simply say thank you, of course. ’ a mischievous smile / humor crossing his features and dancing in carmine eyes as her eyes raise in surprise and concern in response to such an admission. he is unabashed and shameless, and he holds no reservations in making his infatuation clear as day. he’d never impose her with it, nor would he ever push for an answer or for her to acknowledge this. he relished this dynamic of theirs: to seize any opportunity to tease her when there was a window open to do so, to take any chance to woo her without any expectation of something in return... 

        ( the quick breath she drew in when he presented her with flowers from the highest hills in qingyun or mt. yougou, or the way her eyes shine brighter than yoimiya’s fireworks when he makes a dish for her when she was too tired to do so...) 

       ‘ you underestimate my resilience, miss lumine. it’s very difficult to hurt me. you’re never one to linger for long in one place, and i know i can’t follow you forever. i’m enjoying this journey with you. all these places we’ve visited are areas i never would’ve gone on my own.. as long as you call out for me, i’ll follow you. it’s my own choice to do so. and i’ll continue to do so until you tell me to go away. ’

       a pause. he needed to choose his words carefully. not to impose. to ensure she was comfortable. happy. at ease. hurt me if’ll make you happy. ‘ i’ll always be here when you want me. ’

#JUST FINISHED INAZUMA SO IM JUST BRIMMING OVER WITH EXCITEMENT FROM WHAT I JUST FINISHED #lunaetis #rotpeace / ic.

[rotpeace]

❛ i won’t bite. unless you’re into that sort of thing. ❜ And she's even gonna smirk and flash those baby bat teefs

        ‘ and if i said i was ? ’ he mirrors her smirk perfectly with a smug one of his own. the idea that he was even remotely worthy of her attention was fun to entertain. alas, it was a fantasy that would never come to pass; a daydream that would never be fulfilled. who was he to think he could provide her with the emotional support any person deserved ? to allocate and dedicate enough time for her to not feel neglected and abandoned in favor of his work ? countless potential partnerships gone to smithereens all because of the difficulty of compartamentalizing and finding balance between work and ... 

       he couldn’t say play. this wasn’t a game to him. to refer to her in any way similar to playing around would be outright offensive and disrespectful. it was far-off and nowhere within reach to how he really felt. 

       why was he killing his internal mood by thinking such irrelevant thoughts ? he’s thankful he’s practiced enough to maintain his own composure and keep his expression controlled, betraying nothing that he didn’t want to tell. just enjoy the moment. appreciate and revel in it.

        he would continue to enjoy this routine of theirs. to invade her personal space under the pretense of wanting to annoy her, of simply wanting to crawl under her skin and get on her nerves. he would diminish the distance between their bodies abruptly, his smirk unfailing, maintaining the sham that he was just trying to pester her.

        ‘ well ? go on, then. bite. ’

#cosmicstardreamer #rotpeace / ic. #can u not be so ...... can u not be urself for like 5 min and just ENJOY UR TIME W HER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rotpeace]

hasu puts whip cream into lanzos hair. 'it's hair moose, i promise.'

        IT’S NOT. HE KNOWS ITS NOT.

        this was quite merciful, for hasu standards. had she been less of a mischievous prankster and more of a vindicative deviant, she would’ve used rogaine. this ? this was tame. this was something that could be washed off with little harm to anyone or anything aside from his freshly dry-cleaned suit. he hums, lounging back in his executive swivel chair, permitting her to lather the confection throughout his scalp like some hair stylist. she’s giggling to herself, going off on some spiel about giving him a head massage, the smell of sugar and cream wafting over as it splats on his shoulder. 

        ‘ did you get my christmas gift , hasu ? ’ a question as she continues to ruin his suit. ‘ it was a new polaroid and film since that other one broke. and that expensive ass jacket you kept making cow-eyes at when you dragged me we went to the mall. you normally max out my cards but you still didn’t get that damned thing. try not to ruin it like you’re ruining my hair so fast, okay ? ’

#seai #rotpeace / ic. #*THROWS A BRICK AT YOU* THINK FAST #SKATE FAST EAT A**

[rotpeace]

6 + 27

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔.

irresistible force paradox : when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object. 

        no other concept succinctly described the relationship between the two. 

        what would happen when such a staunch, hard-heartened individual would come across the human equivalent of a a kite in the wind? someone carried by their whims and gyring about, who yielded to their impulses, who succumbed without fight to whatever tickled their fancy at that moment? such a free-falling, flighty individual established himself as one of the top five faces of business for his financial acumen and his innate ability to beguile and enthrall anyone he came across.

        the magnate wasn’t the least bit deterred by the intern’s gelid, wintry professionalism. the younger of the duo exhibited impeccable decorum and was incredibly refined and well-kempt; he possessed exemplary perception and had a network of contacts to share and broker information with, though it certainly wasn’t because he was charming or approachable. he never bothered to entertain the niceties of high society: he was a man of unyielding ambition, someone on a mission, and was someone who wouldn’t waver or lose resolve in the goals he had in mind.

        such a frigid disposition did nothing to deter him from locking eyes with his and beholding the vengeance that burned through it. he revels in their bickering; he relishes in how he finds things to harmlessly poke fun at; and when its returned, it only serves to strengthen lanzo’s desire to get deeper. the forsaken son has a mouth of white hot inferno, and the magnate wants to swallow the searing embers and exacerbate it with his charcoal lighter tongue.

        he can’t recall who moved first in midst of their petty squabble, but lanzo was determined to see it to the end. 

        their bickering was always prelude: an overture. the savor of jin’s warm mouth causes the ghost haunting lanzo’s insides to stir and become restless. it reduces him to a wanting mess. the delicate softness of the intern’s face, the sweet fragrance of his body wafting off of him like tendrils curling around the nape of his neck : it leaves him wanting. yearning. insatiable. his longing is a bomb ticking away in lanzo’s rib cage, and the flush of jin’s complexion and its silkiness underneath lanzo’s hand, the bouquet of perspiration as his lips chart jin’s neck like foreign territory, and the lustrous texture of his hair as lanzo runs his fingers through it snips away at each wire in rapid succession. 

        ‘  i’m not holding back anymore, you know ... i’m determined to show you every ounce of restraint i’ve been exerting from the first moment you got catty with me.  ’

#kaminotsumahajiki #rotpeace / ic. #HEYHEYEHYEHYEHEHEY..................................

[rotpeace]

❛  07 .   a  kiss  to  say  what  you  can’t  say  aloud . [ :cri: for alison ]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔.

        his expression is indecipherable. unrelenting, uncompromising in betraying a modicum of how rampant his thoughts were. they were so loud. it demanded nourishment; any sense of acknowledgment, no suggestion or hint to the inner turmoil that rampaged within his body. the words beg to come out, screaming for liberation from their entrapment behind closed teeth, but he remains stone-faced and unmoving. to regard her with such unfamilarity and feigned indifference was remniscent of icicles penetrating through his chest; a stake to the heart. 

        her gaze was heavy; her eyes pleading for explanation that’ll make sense of such unbidden behavior, and just as her lips part to voice her thoughts, he moves quick to silence her. but his target isn’t her lips: its her collarbone. 

        it isn’t as committed or brazen as the neck, nor is it as chaste as the forehead. to articulate the thoughts that rampaged in his brain day in and day out, trying to reach out to her and take hold of her, to seize her, to let her know the full extent and lengths he’d go to claim her...

        understand. please. understand. 

#asocier #rotpeace / ic. #rotpeace / alison tag. #whistles innocently as i go through drafts n realize this was finished months ago n i just didnt POST IT--

[rotpeace]

SEND  AN EMOJI  FOR  A  STARTER  BASED  ON  THE  TROPE.

        ‘ aside from wanting to bury myself in your thighs and thank every higher power out there for the meal, you’ve gotten way too close for my comfort and it’s frightening. it’s like you crawled under my skin without me noticing, settled in, and made yourself at home. and i don’t want to evict you. ’ defenses were breached without his notice  /  every anguished attempt to keep her at bay, how he went to great lengths to keep her at arms length, all those desperate last ditch efforts... it didn’t work. it was all futile. 

        ‘  i can’t... put a name to it. i can’t. i don’t know what this is. i don’t want to know what this is. ’ he doesn’t want to. he truly doesn’t want to come to terms with it.   /   @cosmicstardreamer​

#cosmicstardreamer #rotpeace / ic. #o man................... u asked 4 it missy...............

[rotpeace]

"Love yooooou, Lanlan!" //Hachirou

        one of the very few that were exempt from having to deal with his bullshit. the magnate inhales deeply, sharply expelling a defeated sigh knowing that, when someone waits for you for decades, or even possibly even centuries, a well - deserved break was the least he could do to make up for his constant departures.

        ‘ ....... love you too. ’

#nvrcmplt #rotpeace / ic. #hes so shy abt it sometimes .......................

[rotpeace]

SEND  AN EMOJI  FOR  A  STARTER  BASED  ON  THE  TROPE.

        sobriety is a distant memory / he grapples with his fleeting clarity, coherence slipping away from his fingers and coming to blows with his inner self begging to reclaim control and restore soundness of mind : slowly it all clicks together. even through blurred sight and wavering resolve, his sense of reasoning takes flight as he frames jui - en’s face in his hands, his hold gentle yet resolute, and just as the timer ticking down to midnight finally hits zero, their lips meet with unrestrained fervor, full of vigor and ardor, with lanzo acting first in order to keep the other locked in place and to keep their eyes locked. as everyone else around them erupts with enthusiasm while clamoring together feverishly,  his expression is that of stone: unmoving, placid.

        ‘ i’m giving up. ’   /   @seai​.

#seai #rotpeace / ic. #:^)))))))))) ............................................