ā...madara, do us all a favor and NEVER open your mouth again.ā
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ā...madara, do us all a favor and NEVER open your mouth again.ā

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@executefacesā asked:Ā door . Ā hold a door open for my muse. (hey so imagine after a double face performance...)
Loud & Deafening Silence // Accepting!
You have the decency to feel ashamed for the twinge of fear that settles in your gutā not that youāre scared of Mikejima, though (you hope). Rather, youāre fearful of that all too familiar aura clinging to him, which you had noticed since todayās performance as a member ofĀ āDouble Faceā began (and likely existed before it started, too). Itās unsettling, too reminiscent of the War and even his time with the Shinkai Cult (both as a member and as its enemy). In fact, youād call it downright sinister. Far from the loving, caring, protectiveĀ āMamaā you knew. Not that even thatĀ was his true self... But as much as that mask annoys you, this feels like far too much of an extreme as well. A far more dangerousĀ one too, both to himself and to others.Ā ThisĀ is that rogue you were taught to hate for so long, and even if you no longer harbor such resentment... You donāt want this. Where has your beloved gone?
...How longĀ has he been gone?Ā
Oh, but you still follow, even if you are afraid and uncertain. You meet him after his show is finished, watching him part ways with that child that reeks of the same aura (much less the upbeat kind of unnerving, though) after what seems like an all too serious conversation of whispers that you fear you could guess the subject of. You allow him to wrap an arm around your waist after he hugs you in greeting which you try not to think of as a mere farce to soothe the worry and suspicion undoubtedly etched into your features now, guiding (half dragging, because you seem to have forgotten how to work your feet in your stupor) you toward the exit. He only means to take you home, you hear him tell you as much even through your current daze, and you think nothing of it. But when he parts from you just to open the door for you, you suddenly feel like you can think and breathe again. It all comes rushing back to you in an instant, and when it does, you back awayĀ rather than come any closer.Ā
No, if you let him take you home and leave you there, you miss the chance to talk about this.Ā If you leave it for another time, heād just find some way to excuse it or maybe even tell you were just imagining things, even if likely everyoneĀ could call his strange behavior in these performances. And you simply canāt let this opportunity slip away, especially if it might helpĀ him (depending on how he takes it, anyway).Ā After all, he has nowhere to run while youāre both still here. Itās the perfect chance to confront him in the act, is it not? Cruel as it might be... This is the only way to get through to Mikejima, you think. So you plant your feet firmly, refusing to budge. You know he wonāt makeĀ you, though, even if he is more than capable of doing so. And youāre counting on him not having the heart to simply leave you behind to get out of this, too.
āClose it. Weāre not going anywhere yet.ā Firm is your tone as you cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed into a glare at the strangerĀ man before you.Ā āIt is just the two of us here now, after all. The perfect opportunity to talk, donāt you think so?ā
āSo talk, rogue. What are you planning? You reek of that same terrible feeling you did back during theĀ āwarā, yet somehow worseĀ if youāre letting it alter even your work as an idol. Why? Whatās going on? Does that child have something to do with it? What are you really doing here?ā You want to ask, too, why heās gone back to this. Were you wrong in thinking the bothĀ of you were making progress in improving yourselves...? You know heās a jaded and wartorn man, but is this not excessive? This has to be an extreme, a result of wandering too far, but how do you bring him back? CanĀ you bring him back?
...Donāt think on that, actually. You know the kind of answer heād give you for that, and you refuse to believe it. A hero always finds a way, after all. So you will do exactly that.Ā But first...
ā...I just need you to be honest with me, Mikejima. Just for once. Or are you that determined to remain in your web of lies? And to what end? To protect me? To protect everyone? You must be stupid if you think thatās what youāre achieving here. So spill it.Ā Whatās going on...?ā
@executefacesā asked:Ā š + you blame me for leaving back then, don't you, kanata-san? do you... wish you never met me? or... maybe... wish i never came back? (accepting)
IS THIS HOW he felt every time she questioned him? like every word was another punch in the gut? like another shot to the chest, even?Ā if thatās the case, no wonder he seemed withdrawn from her, like he had to walk on eggshells in her presence. itās not like she wasnāt aware of her poor anger management as of late to begin with, but thatās beside the point.Ā point is, his words weigh heavy on her, and the hesitance between them proves to be the feather on the precarious pile on her heart that finally makes it shatter.
yet, for several long moments (seconds? minutes? hours? she has no idea, lost track of time long before this point), she says nothing. kanata cannot even bring herself to look him in the eye, instead looking every which way with no real awareness as she tries to find her words.
how dare he, part of her thinks. doesnāt he know kanata struggles with expression? with language and emotions and everything that comes with trying to communicate them? how does he expect her to be able to properly answer him?Ā
she wants to, though. she has to at least try, so she spends all that time searching and racking her brain for answers. for the words she needs to tell him what he wantsā needsā to know.
ā...i did,ā comes a soft mumble. kanata still cannot look up to meet madaraās gaze, instead focusing on her wringing hands, the way they rapidly redden as she pulls and scratches more and more at her own skin. but if it hurts, she doesnāt show it, barely even registersĀ it through the millions of other thoughts buzzing around in her head and her attempts to elaborate. āi did blame you, because you were sworn to stay by my side, even made these offers to get away. and even if i didnāt understand what you wanted us to get away from... it still meant something to me. a lot, even. so when you left and took all of that away, and every other good memory and the only friend and bit of care i ever knew... it hurt. i didnāt understand, so when everyone else said it was simply because you were a rogueĀ seeking to harm what weād built up and tear it down... i believed it. i was just desperate for someĀ kind of answer, and i knew iād never get one from you, so... i went with it. because i was stupid and naive, and i let them convince me to hate you.ā
a shaky inhale attempts to hold back the tears welling in her eyes, but itās too little too late. they spill forth anyway, and each time she wipes them away, theyāre just replaced immediately but fresh tears. it isnāt long before she gives up and resigns to meet his gaze with her own teary one. trying to offer a smile in the midst of it all.
āi know now that isnāt the case, but nothing i say or do will make up for the things i said and did then. but... i never regretted you, madara. not once. nor will i ever. you are always going to be the best thing that happened to me, whether you accept that or not. youāre... you are the most important thing in my life, my most cherished, and i wouldnāt be where i am today if it werenāt for you. i wouldnāt know how to be human, to care and love the way i do now, if you hadnāt come back. so why would i wish otherwise? when i was so happy to see you again, even if i couldnāt and wouldnāt express it.ā
another pause, then slowly but surely, kanata reaches to cautiously take his hands into hers, just to link their fingers together and be able to give them a reassuring squeeze. or she hopes itās reassuring, at least. communication is still such a pain, after all.Ā
ā...i donāt want you to think i hold any of that against you anymore. it hurt once upon a time, but now that i understand... i get it. iām not angry. i donāt blame you, i canātā you had no choice. and i donāt want you thinking i ever didnāt want you in my life. it was always the opposite, you know? why else would it have hurt so bad when you left? idiot, i wantĀ you in my life. i can say that in confidence now: i need you, mama, and i always will. donāt ever doubt it. or should i just remind you every day just so you donāt?ā
@executefacesā asked:Ā š madara wants a kiss from kuro... mayb... (accepting)
mikejima madara is a challenge in every conceivable way. to put up with, to keep under control, to predictā everything. but kuroās favorite challenge from him is the fact that heās difficult to fight. to outwit and outmaneuver, because the man is sharp, too. it makes it fun, when he starts these little bouts with kuro, even if heās not about to admit it (because for some reason, he insists on keeping up the charade that madara is just a nuisance even when both of them know thatās not what he really thinks). and just like madara, these fights are impossible to predict tooā either one could come out on top, although kuro thinks he really is losing what little edge he had over madara initially. or maybe that edge has beenĀ gone, and madara has just allowed him to win? or maybe heās just gotten lucky. hell if he knows. anything is possible with this man.
regardless, heās clearly lost this time around, what with the way heās now been pinned down. kuro isnāt sure when the hell this became a wrestlingĀ match instead, but then again, when madaraās involved, there are never any rules. dirty tricks become fair game, and adherence to martial arts is thrown out the window. which, kuro thinks, is exactly why heās lost. despite his history as a delinquent, heās never been one for fighting dirty, and clearly madara doesnāt think or operate the same way. which is fine, since this is all just in good fun, but it does make kuro rather curiousĀ as to whyĀ he fights the way he does. especially when, sometimes, he swears he sees the briefest shift in madaraās eyes and his movements, like heās striking to kill rather than just mess around.
kuro decides not to ask, though. not yet. heāll save that for some other day, when he hasnāt just witnessed it and doesnāt think the adrenaline still rushing through their systems could bring it right back if he says the wrong thing.
not that he thinks that ill of madara, but kuro knows not to risk pushing the unpredictable too far.Ā
instead, he grins up at the man, chest heaving, and taps his arm twice.
āalright, alright, you got me again. happy now, mikejima?ā a huff of laughter, then he pulls the man down by the collar of his shirt, stopping just centimeters shy of actually meeting their lips together. āyouāre as much of a pain as ever, you know? coming into my dojo after practice when iām just trying to close it up for the night, demanding a fight. if i didnāt know any better, i might think youāre trying to take over my dojo~ but i know youāre not, so weāre good. still, a winner deserves a prize, no? a reward for all that effort. fortunately, i think i have something in mind for you~ā
with that, kuro pulls him down the rest of the way, meeting their lips in a kiss that is perhaps expectedly rough for someone like him (especially with that adrenaline still pumping)ā but at the same time, itās tender, too. nothing like the harsh and hungry kind heād give when it came to their other encounters behind closed doors. thereās a time and place for that kind of thing, and it isnāt here, as far as kuroās concerned.Ā
though he could certainly get used to thisĀ instead.
@executefacesā replied:Ā "Can I kiss you?" the rogue has to ask kanata! GHDSJGHS
Politely Request a Smooch // Accepting!
Despite everything, despite the fights and the scoldings and the only semi-resolved tension throughout the years, Kanata remains certain of one thing: she is stillĀ very much in love with Mikejima Madara. Even if they butt heads (especially regarding Double Face and the kind of work he does behind the scenes), even if she lashed out and scorned him with an anger she didnāt (and still doesnāt) know how to contain... The simple truth of the matter is that she still loves him, and it seems he somehow still understands that. At least she thinks he does, given the way he stays by her side and even currently allows her to remain comfortably tucked up against his.
How much of it is forced, though? Is it just obligation? Is he only doing hisĀ ājobā? Is it just pity, perhaps? Does heĀ still want this?Ā
Scrunching her face at the notion, Kanata shakes her head and tries to shove it out of her mind. Didnāt she promise not to hold so much doubt against him? What is she doing, calling his intent into question like this? No, no, donāt doubt him so. Be better than that. Grow from the naive, selfishĀ āgodā you used to be. He deserves so much better, after all.Ā
Especially from her of all people, she thinks.
Perhaps that is why she shifts from snuggling against his side to perching in his lap, a small but warm smile adorning pale features as she cups his face in her hands. So many times has she heard others call her beauty ethereal, but she doubts every word of it, every instance.Ā How could she believe them, when a realĀ ethereal beauty sits before her? This man, this rogueĀ that they tried (and for a while, successfully did) turn her against, is far more wonderful than she could ever be. When she has done nothing but take from him and tear him down, spat venom at him and shunned what he truly is (though recently she hasĀ accepted that fact, but that is beside the point), he stillĀ allows her to stay close. He still holdsĀ her close, still cares for her and treats her the same as he always has. To her, he is like an angel, despite everything.Ā It breaks her heart, really, but warms it all at once. It gives her hope that they might just work this out after all, and perhaps smooth out the rocky road theyāve been stuck on for years. But first, she has to learn to not take him for granted, no? To properly appreciate him, or at least more than she has already?Ā
To her, the most sensible way to do so is simply through physical affection. Itās her strongest suit (thanks in no small part to him, as sheās recently realized), and beyond that... She does so adore the affection. Receiving it is all well and good, but giving it? Watching the look of surprise that flits across his face and maybe even a reddening of his cheeks? Few things can compare to how wonderful that makes her feel.Ā
So she leans forward, peppering slow, soft kisses all over his face. To his forehead, his cheeks, his nose, his jaw... Wherever she can reach, she presses a feather-light kiss, just a soft brush of lips. A smile still tugs at her lips all the while, and her fingers, too, gently brush where her lips do not trail before sliding gently through his hair. It is always so comforting when he strokes through her hair, after all, so she aims to do the same for him: to comfort, to reassure, to tell him I am here, I love you, I am sorry, I am not leaving you no matter what I made you think.Ā
She only stops when his hand comes to rest on her cheek, prompting her to draw back and meet his gaze curiously. Kanata goes to ask what might be wrong, if she was going too far or being too much, worry building and anxiety risingā but she finds herself cut off instead.
Can I kiss you?
A laugh escapes the former god, a smile returning even wider now as she shakes her head. After all of that, he still needs to ask permission? Itās sweet, and she appreciates it, but the notion is still so silly to her. Doesnāt he yet know that he can have anything he wants from her?Ā Hell, he already has her everything, her heart and soul and all. A kiss is nothing in comparison, is all too easy (and so willingly) given.
āIād be upset if you didnāt kiss me, actually,ā she half jokes as her hand resumes running carefully through his hair. And yet she is the one to lean in, to close the distance between them and capture his lips in a sweet kissā
And just as always, when she kisses him, it feels as if all is right in the world again. Like everything has fallen into place, and she is finally at peace.

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@executefacesā said:Ā šµ you have very good music taste and im curious what you would associate with mama Send šµ for a song that reminds me of your muse // Accepting!
MADARA MIKEJIMA Arms Tonite- Mother Mother
And hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute That I (I) died (died) right inside your arms tonight That I'm fine even after I have died Because it was in your arms I died
by now, zhongli has come to expect that, should there be a festival in town, madara is not far behind. which is all the more reason he looks forward to these things, some more personalĀ investment. and moonchase does not disappoint him either, for it brings him the sole man of his heart, and for a little bit heās content to hang back and watch the man do what he does best. he enjoys seeing madara like this, so happy and festive and... well, heād say genuine, but he doesnāt doubt that madara has genuine moments of happiness beyond thatĀ āmamaā act he seems to love putting on. but thereās something undeniably authenticĀ and infectiousĀ about the way he conducts himself in festivals, even those that he doesnāt lead himself. zhongli just adores watching it happen.
he doesnāt stay on the sidelines forever, though. no, he wants to enjoy some time with his lover himself, beyond just watching him from afar. heās had a bit of time with just about everyone else so far anyway, surely he can spare some for his favorite.Ā and so he approaches with a soft call of his name, his expression somehow even softer.
āenjoying yourself, darling? you certainly look to be~ā
@executefacesā hit the heart for moonchase starters
FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES|| Accepting
@executefacesā said:Ā ā Ā if you get sick of me, Ā iām sorry ahead of time! Ā ā
A soft hum escaped her lips as she scribbled a couple notes down in her notebook, seemingly lost in thought, Haruka almost didnāt catch the words spoken to her. She blinked, furrowing her brow before looking up.Ā āOh. Why would I get sick of you?ā She pauses in thought.Ā āDo you think I'm sick of you?ā She couldn't quite place the reasoning of his words in her mind, until what she thought was a realization entered her thoughts. OH! maybe he had been talking to her for longer than she realized! Was she really that spacy? that she hadnāt noticed until now?Ā āOh a-and you don't need to apologize! I, I wasnāt really paying attention! Really um Iām sorry actually.ā