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@kttcn : Valentines Day Prompt

suggestive themes below the cut 

Have you ever stalked another blog? If so, why?  I don’t know if it’s considered stalking but I used to read a lot of @lemercinairefrancais ‘ s threads when they were still active. 

Have you ever been jealous over a ship a mutual of yours and another mun have with their muses? Not that I can recall if anything I’d be the one eating popcorn in the corner like 

Have you ever blocked somebody? What were the reasons? Back when I was still active on @lapetitedraculina and the blog before that both roleplaying seras I ended up blocking a LOT of blogs for various reasons. Over here on john though it’s been fairly calm to the best of my memory. 

unprompted ask // open alastor gets a tiddy flash from celes // i'm going to love his response to this. ( @kttcn​ )

there   was   no   shame   in   the   admiration   presented   upon   having   a   glimpse   of   what   was   almost   forbidden,   brutality   long   replaced   with   a   primal   instinct   whilst   facing,   downright   and   unconditionally,   an   impotent   hankering.   protruding   veins   quivered   with   the   delicate   complexion   showcasing   beneath   a   mantle   of   worthless   fabric,   giving   naught   but   an   introduction   to   what   could   be   done   with   hands   no   longer   embraced   by   fabric   —   he   had   come   to   the   quick   conclusion   that   marks   would   be   left   to   pay   heed   to   the   glory   he   was   currently   faced   with.  

a   being   of   complete   control,   he   stood   often   as   an   unreachable   place   for   those   who   craved   to   experience   the   delicacies   of   his   touch   (   not   the   fury   that   was   prone   to   drive   him   into   a   land   of   a   massacre   ),   feeling   little   to   no   desire   to   give   into   the   carnal   experience   he   could   only   have   with   another.   desiring   someone   was,   mayhap,   the   riskiest   endeavour   of   all.   with   the   arrival   of   that   sentiment,   came   the   surgical   needle   that   would   suture   one's   contentment   to   the   complexion   of   that   being,   so   that   any   separation   would   eventually   cause   a   lacerating   injury.   he   loathed   that   sentiment,   with   all   his   hellish   hatred.

“okay firST OF ALL HOW FUCKING DARE YOU—”

Send 🥇 if you like my portrayal

AND TO YOU AS WELL, MY FRIENDO!

@kttcn​ asked:  "i want you inside me" 

sexual themes below the cut. 

send me  ‘ 💖 ‘  for your muse to ask mine out  ||  @kttcn ||  ( still  accepting )​

Valentine's  Day  was  just  another  day  to  the  once-king.  Having  never  experienced  it  himself  except  vicariously  through  Yugi,  he  did  not  feel  as  though  he  was  missing  all  that  much.  In  America  and  many  other  parts  of  the  world,  he  was  aware  that  it  was  traditional  for  men  and  women  to  gift  one  another  things,  though  usually  the  burden  rest  with  the  men.  Here  in  Japan  however,  Valentine's  Day  essentially  happened  twice.  This  day,  it  was  traditional  for  women  to  do  the  giving  while  a  month  from  today,  the  roles  were  reversed.  Even  without  a  significant  other,  there  seemed  to  be  plenty  of  pressure  among  friends  and  coworkers  to  do  their  part.  Apparently  it  was  almost  expected  of  you  to  hand  out  a  gift  on  either  day.  For  the  time  being,  it  was  the  women  and  he'd  noted  plenty  of  stressful  behavior  while  at  worked.

He  slipped  out  the  back  early  on  this  day  since  he  could  no  longer  tolerate  the  shifty  eyes  where  some  may  have  wanted  to  approach  while  the  overall  atmosphere  at  work  was  just  intolerable.  After  dismissing  his  final  class  early  he  was  well  on  his  way  home.  He  made  one  quick  stop  to  grab  a  celebratory  bottle  of  wine  and  fresh  fruit  Danishes  because  why  not?  The  afternoon  hours  ticked  on  by  with  nightfall  looming  by  the  time  Celes  arrived  at  his  door.  She  seemed  her  usual,  jovial  self  though  he  could  tell  something  was  up.  She  looked  askance  a  few  times,  hands  behind  her  back  before  she  finally  shoved  her  arms  out  forward,  a  box  of  familiar  looking  wrapping  being  extended  unto  him.  The  box  had  clear  plastic  over  it  so  he  could  tell  they  were  chocolate  colored  strawberries  topped  with  various  syrups,  nuts,  sprinkles  and  other  traditional  things  to  pretty  them  up.  He  looked  between  her  and  the  gift  before  reaching  out  to  take  the  box.  This  was...  rather  unexpected,  and  he  knew  she  could  tell  right  away  that  he  wasn't  sure  how  to  feel,  but  she  remained  firm,  finger  curling  in  her  hair  before  she  finally  spit  the  words  out.

"Go  out  with  me?"

He  blinked,  almost  unsure  of  what  he  heard.  He  didn't  know  this  was  part  of  the  tradition  either  but  maybe  she  was  just  like  him:  breaking  the  rules  half  the  time.  It  takes   him  a  moment  to  finally  answer  because  in  truth,  he  was  stunned.  There  wasn't  much  romantic  tension  between  them,  or  at  least  he  never  picked  up  on  any.  They  were  just  two  people  who  hung  out;  joked  around  if  the  occasion  called  for  it,  but  still. This  wasn't  a  holiday  that  excited  him  by  any  stretch  of  the  word  but...  didn't  mean  they  couldn't  go  out  and  see  what  they  made  of  the  evening.  A  shitty  holiday  could  easily  turn  into  fun  with  the  right  company  so after  a  few  moments  debate,  he  nodded.  He  wasn’t  dressed  for  a  fancy  night  out,  but  no  reason  to  make  this  weird  by  trying  to  look  anything  other  than  comfortable.