#m11o

“ ooh would you look at that . . . and i so am physically strong i just wanted to save one. yeah didn't wanna flex too hard. ”

❛❛ Oh ? My pretty, pretty, pretty handsome Mello - cup says the cutest things. ❜❜ OH, SHE CANNOT HELP HERSELF ──────── hips that sway, fingers that thread forth & she shoves him against the nearest wall, fingers pressing 'pon the manmade creation as lips form a smirk, tongue running along fangs as she leans to his ear. ❛❛ Don't worry. I know how much you enjoy me being stronger than you. It's practically all over your pretty eyes. ❜❜

ALL AT ONCE, SHE RELEASES HIM, stepping a few feet back to simply wave her hand. ❛❛ I think I'll make some cookies. Bye, lovely. ❜❜ EVER THE TRULY EVIL ONE, she skips away, shutting the door behind her. Oh, such cruelty.

cool  jades     𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝     the    𝑮𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑮  𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑵     of  his  phone ,     interest  piquing  when  the    𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝  𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎     pops  up .     upon  recognizing  the  delicate  lineaments  of  his  face ,     his    ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ  ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋs  ,     allowing  him  to  read  the     𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘  𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪    [     .  .  .     ]     at  which  point ,     those     same  eyes     roll ,     but  don’t  necessarily  lose  their  spark .

            𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝  𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗  .

           were  it     anyone  else ,     they’d  be     𝕷𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐎𝐍  𝕽𝐄𝐀𝐃  .     but  it’s  mello .

@m-11o : ‘perhaps it’s time for you to face the past? confront that fear head-on.’ — prompted.

         camille  said  nothing  for  a  while,  allowing  mello's  words  to  sink  in.  his  gaze  drifted  beyond  the  man  before  him,  settling  somewhere  past  the  streets  and  neon  lights.  more  than  often,  memories  had  the  habit  of  pulling  him  in  whenever  that  particular  subject  surfaced.  for  the  vampire  the  past  wasn't  a  place  he  could  simply  visits.  whether  he  liked  it  or  not,  sometimes  it  followed,  sometimes  it  already  waited.  sometimes…  it  was  wearing  a  familiar  face  which  haunted  his  own  reflection.  as  the  thoughts  circled  his  mind,  gloved  fingers  unconsciously  brushed  against  the  worn  key  hanging  at  his  belt  before  coming  to  a  halt.  only  then  did  his  gaze  return  to  mello.

         ❛ i  don't  fear  facing  it. ❜  the  vampire  finally  broke  his  silence,  followed  by  a  faint  shake  of  the  head.  ❛ …  i'm  afraid  of  what  happens  afterwards. ❜  what  will  he  do  when  the  time  comes?  end  his  twin's  life  to  protect  the  lives  of  others?  or…  give  up  and  let  him  get  away?  whatever  the  choice,  it'll  have  consequences.  silence  lingered  between  them  once  more.  however,  this  time  camille's  expression  softened,  if  only  by  a  fraction.  ❛ tell  me. ❜  his  voice  was  almost  a  whisper.  ❛ did  you  ever  face  your  past  and  find  the  closure  you  were  looking  for? ❜

magician farllee secrets will be revealed / ask farllee things

i got my online rp start back on deviantart 42398742 years ago in a weird open im chat service they had for a while............... writing L. badly. also L was one of first cosplays too a million years ago. which is so wild really, L isnt even my fav characters its mello & near. the second half of DN is my fav also the anime gave me maximum the hormone which is one of me & my besties hardcore bands ever since lmaooo

i have four tattoos ! one spans the entirety of the front of my left arm while the other are scattered & all but one is video game related, the last one is a ccs tattoo which is my fav magical girl series

XXII ███   HER EXPRESSION IS HIDDEN, ALREADY had been turned away to look only at the screen before her. tapping on occasion to scroll down as she pretends to read review from critic after critic. this life she has slipped into the skin of demanded so much of her. the many masks she wears daily switch about on the fly to be what she needs to survive in that moment, a change of facade to survive the next moment. she is only arisato minako when she wakes up & looks at herself in the mirror in the morning paired in reverse with when she returns to whatever hotel or, gods willing, her own apartment. a secretive little loft somewhere lost in tokyo. her distance from herself is as wide as the distance she keeps the populous with such a fake persona.

this industry, being a public figure it comes with that cost. she can share shards of herself on occasion but those shards get swallowed up by the audience & no longer become parts of her mirror. her favorite drinks told in an interviews aren't so special now that she has advertisement deals with the brands who make them. the particular shade of coral eyeshadow that's just sheer enough to look like the kiss of a peach is now worn by dozens of fans who emulate her style, now a sold out item even she can't purchase. small little shards, favorite songs favorite foods favorite shows. all of them become less things she enjoys on her own the more & more fans eat at her. clawing at her skin & ripping her open to see what's inside. that's why one has a persona. a cute fake doll to puppet in front of the cameras. with juuuust enough of her to distract people from her true self.

the her that exists alone, a monster at her side that calls her family. a demon, a god. who only showed up her in her darkest hour to promise vengeance & shaped her in it's image thereafter. the her that finds emptiness without her family. her parents, her brother( a wonder to how their life would be now ? would they have been making music together ? her mirrored image, her twin. how odd the idea it is; to have someone by your side that could understand empathetically your pain as he, too, would have lived through that horror rather than died to save her. ). friends are kept close, but a wall between she & them. isolation in fear of losing those she loves once more. isolation because she knows at the end of this vengeance awaits a self-imposed end. in death will she be reunited with whom was taken from her ? will they be proud she refused to let their deaths be pushed aside ? the man who took them as collateral damage for his own sins unrelated to that little family of four forced to pay the price to that judgement call years ago had been pulled close into her web--- only for him to be taken away by some stranger who thinks he knew what was best.

such as was, circled back to the man at her doorway. that glare directed to her as he awaits some response. she'd abused connections to find him. trailing rumors, whispers between covered mouths at parties. gossip mills, forums online, fans willing to do anything to even have her look at them for a moment much less be asked a favor. tiptoeing on tightrope from cable to cable until she found a web that held him in it & she found it to be one of his own design. a link to hers & his. this had been about work & nothing else to her. whatever it took to find that bastard who ripped the roots from carefully plotted seeds. what's worse, the method she knew. a name, a book. one of which that has a mate currently in the top drawer of her desk. christ what a joke. if she could she'd strangle the shinigami that had been so careless to let kira use it's book. thanatos had been different. the book unused in her hand. a tool to allow her to see the realities of what existed beyond human sight & mind. but to kira it was a weapon a toddler swings around firing at want & will no matter the nuance of each name written down. what human hubris to think you are judge & jury, combined ?

but it is her cruelty that is on trial today. in this moment of peace she has let masks drop at her feet, the entrance of he who leaves behind small pebbles of information & in turn she uses her resources to return the favor. to her this is transactional. it's all she needs. the next hint to who the bastard is. the fake god, the closer she can get to finally finding some way to enact justice on someone she's deemed related to the death of her family. to get close is stupid, to let people in is stupid. && yet, && yet. there is nothing in this world we can not do without the connection to others. walls between her loved ones are still as sturdy, but thin. it's not impossible to breach them--- a few have tried & succeeded & she feels utterly remorseful that day in & out she lies to them about her future plans. cut short once the truth about her families' death is revealed. hell, she's even using one of these close confidants. the daughter of the kirijo family herself holds a place in minako's cracked heart. fractured, starting to break. yet whole still. not too far gone. not yet. mitsuru's connection to the night on the moonlight bridge in kobe was what drew her in. the granddaughter of one of the men responsible. && luck would be she agreed to help minako bring nanjo to heel. so what's the separation of pawn & friend, when did that woman become someone dear to her versus someone to use ?

&& here, somehow, is another bad example of minako's ability to fully push people away. mello had been another piece on the board to her. yet visit after visit the stranger turns into acquaintance. a face she looks for in the crowds at concerts, a wave to the camera in hopes he's watching on the distant other side. when she knows he's bound to show up she's got extra food about & it's pushed on him despite his protests, even if she sees it thrown away in the trash after. it's the show of care. those blue eyes are sharp like knives, she finds herself in their reflection. lonely, isolated. let's people get closer than he ought to just like herself, probably. it's all assumptions she projects upon him. who's to say if she's even right ? she's not immune to the hard truth that even as she pushes people away, even as she runs straight toward her own demise---- she doesn't want to be alone ! she want's people who stick around her, in spite of everything ! someone to pull her back from falling off the roof & to tell her it's okay to stick around ! to break through those thin, sturdy walls & tell her it's okay, that it's going to be okay. she won't find that in this man. she's sure of that. but he will in her, because she won't find it in others. && she will always put others first.

【     📮     @m-11o    has  sent  a  letter .    】          ➣           “  eren  can  you  bite  my  arm?   real  deep.   i  wanna  get  that  as  my  first  tattoo.  ”

a     𝚂𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳  𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚆     arches  as  mello  voices  the  request  with     𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭     in  the  door .     eren’s  fingers    cease  to  strum     their  guitar ,     the  melody  they’d  been     sᴛʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ  ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ     pushed  to  the     𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  –  𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑     as  the     𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛  𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗     settles  on  their  beloved .     all  the  while ,    𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖓  𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘     expand  only  slightly ,     but  enough  to    ɪʟʟᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇ  ᴀsᴛᴏɴɪsʜᴍᴇɴᴛ  ,     albeit  with     𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞  𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧     woven  into  its  tapestry  .   

           he  can’t  deny  mello’s  desire  to     ʜᴀᴠᴇ  ᴘᴀʀᴛ  ᴏғ  ʜɪᴍ     etched  into  his  skin     𝕱𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑     excites  him  in     𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗  𝚘𝚗𝚎     [     if  their  pants  suddenly  feel    a  little  tighter ,     it’s  only  natural ,     𝐈𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐈𝐓  .ᐣ    ]  ;     the  thought  of  the  marks  he  loves  to     𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊  𝖔𝖓  𝖍𝖎𝖒     to  brand  mello  as     𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬     becoming  permanent  pleases  eren  to     𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘  𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗛𝗦  ,     to  the  extent  that  he’s     ɴɪɢʜ  ᴛᴏ  sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ     that    he  himself     hadn’t  thought  to    𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝  𝚒𝚝  𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚛 . 

           carefully ,     eren  sets  their  guitar  aside ,     𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐥𝐚𝐩     for  its  rightful  sovereign  to    ᴛᴀᴋᴇ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ  .     nothing     needs  to  be  said ,     for  mello  starts  to    move  toward  him     as  if  he  knows  eren  could     𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥  𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗘     his  behest ,     but  eren  gives  a     𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐋  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃  ,     either  way ,     as  if  it  could  𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊     between  them     ᴀɴʏ  ϙᴜɪᴄᴋᴇʀ .

            ❛❛    ᴄᴏᴍᴇ  ʜᴇʀᴇ  ,    ❜❜     they  purr ,     a     𝖑𝖔𝖜  𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘     to  their  usual  rasp ;    𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙽𝙴𝚃𝙸𝚂𝙼     threaded  between  each  syllable .     consequently ,     no  time  at  all  passes  until  mello  is     𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐦  ,     and  eren’s  hands  first    brush  his  hair     behind  an  ear ,     ink  –  adorned  fingers  cascading  through     𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄     before  tracing  the     sharp  angle     of  his  jaw  soon  thereafter ,     then  trek  lower  to    ɢʀɪᴘ  ʜɪᴍ  ᴀᴛ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴡᴀɪsᴛ  .  

           with  a     𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘  𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦     about  him ,     eren  presses  mello     𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗     until  their  chests  are  flush ,     and  mello’s  shoulder  is     𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑     of  eren’s     𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫  𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡  .     then ,     just  as  he’d  asked ,     lips  part  and    𝕿𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇  𝕬𝐑𝐄  𝕭𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃  ,     sinking  into  soft  flesh  without  a  trace  of  reservation ,     even  as  sharp  canines     𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊  𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓     and  draw     𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙾𝙽  .

            eren  locks  onto  him  until  his     jaw  aches ,     seeking  to  be  certain  the  mark  will  be     ᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ  ᴏғ  ɪᴍᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ  ;     an  immaculate  imprint  of  him  and    only  him .     if  mello  whimpers  at  the  pain ,     eren    𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞     of  his  back ,     soothing  him     𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷  𝙸𝚃  ,     reminding  him  that  this  is  an    act  of  love    𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊  𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓     it’s  an     act  of  violence .

            when  satisfied ,     he     𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬     and  pulls  away ,     𝗔𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞     before  even  moving  to  wipe  the  blend  of     ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ  ᴀɴᴅ  sᴀʟɪᴠᴀ     from  his  lips .     in  their  wake ,     deep  cerise  and     𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝     effloresce  against  mello’s     ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ  ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ  ,     suggesting  that  the    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓     will  deliver .     smugly ,     eren’s  tongue    slithers  out     to  lick  the  blood  off  their  teeth .

            ❛❛     it’ll     𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺  𝙱𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁     tomorrow  ,    ❜❜     he  says ,     𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑  𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌     the  taste  of  his  love .     ❛❛     i’ll    𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞  𝐚  𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞     for  you  then  .     𝚒𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎     [     .  .  .     ]    ❜❜     eren   rolls  his  hips     up  against  where  mello  is  seated  on  his  crotch ,     emphasizing  the     𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗟  𝗜𝗡  𝗛𝗜𝗦  𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦  .     ❛❛     you  gonna     ᴅᴏ  ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ     about     𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 .ᐣ    ❜❜