#phonokinetix

Plotted group starter for @phonokinetix and @coldazure

"Hey, I'd like to introduce someone to you,” his tone dipped in contentment echoes through the hallway, the soles of his black dress boots moving upon solid ground alongside the contrasting white color of another’s. His hand gently lingers above Toge’s shoulder like a proud parent eager to boast about their kid.

“I might not always be available to visit whenever a new troublesome curse manifests. That is why I have chosen the perfect candidate to take my place!” His steps come to a halt once they both meet Kaiba at a close distance.

“This is my student, Inumaki Toge. He is a cursed speech user. He can only speak in rice ball ingredients which he's developed as his own unique speech pattern in order to avoid cursing others by accident.” Gojo’s talk is accompanied by a joyous smile and multiple dramatized hand gestures.

“Cursed Speech allows Toge to infuse his cursed energy which is carried out by a voice command, forcing all those who hear it to obey. The more demanding the word is the more powerful the consumption of his energy and stamina would be. So I’d suggest you have throat medicine available at all times.” Although, he isn’t worried that a high-grade curse would show up anytime soon. Still, KaibaCrop is filled with curses each time he arrives at the building. It’s like whenever he exorcises them all they double in amount. But they’re mostly weak, for now.

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

"I'm afraid you're a little too young for me kid."

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❝    Rise and shine, sleepytsuna. We're here.    ❞

@phonokinetix asked:

         ❛   Takana   ...   ❜   𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟   (   𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏   ):   ⸻   you   know,   it's   okay   to   speak   your   mind.   

𝐈𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀   𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍,   albeit,   he   knows   that   it   may   not   be   his   place   to  express.   Still,   he   wanted   the   other   to   know   he   was   there   if   he   ever   wanted   to   lay   out   his   burdens.

Deep down, he understood that. That he had nothing to fear when it came to Toge. He may not understand completely but he would always listen.

"Thanks." Kokichi gently laid a hand on Toge's shoulder. "Talking one on one is still pretty new to me." To be fully exposed instead of hidden behind the puppets. It was frightening in its own right. "But I'll do my best."

"Honestly, I talk much more when I'm hanging out with you. But seriously, is there a translation for the word Pike? It's a fish I really like to catch and eat but it's not really used in making rice balls".

Kokichi was still learning how to decipher the fellow sorcerer's speech. He had been, in fact, writing down as many as he could and keeping it by him in his room. Referring back to it when he needed a little help. So while he wasn't quite sure the specifics, this surely wasn't a 'no' answer.

"I don't want the higher-ups to know." Worried they would question or recapture him. "But I'm able to leave my room now... I healed my body."

The first 5 Asks to send 💋 get a kiss [2/4]

@phonokinetix asked: 💋

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 on his part, really.

Inumaki drags his collar down to take a bite of his food- a heaping mouthful of gyudon- and Akira watches his mouth like he's been struck. Soft, pale lips- the flash of an anticipatory tongue- framed by bold lines draw his eyes, and his own chopsticks are set atop his bento absently. He barely waits for the fabric to come down again after Inumaki finishes chewing before he's leaning across the bench they're sharing, arm braced on the tabletop. Catching his jaw, he sees surprise, confusion, and then something else just before his own dark eyes drift shut.

Chapped, is the first thought, followed by immediately by, ah, soft though, and he drags his tongue along a well-bitten lower lip (not by him, pity) as he angles his head a bit. The hand on Inumaki's jaw shifts, drags to splay long fingers along his throat, thumb pressing into where Akira knows one of his marks is before drawing down to his chin, coaxing his jaw open and his lips apart. Giving a pleased hum when he's allowed to do so, he drags his teeth along his lower lip in gratitude and then drags his thumb down the center of his throat. Lazily, he lets the digit stroke up and down as he lets himself kiss him breathless- and then a little more for good measure.

Inumaki's mouth has the salt-and-tang taste of beef and onions, but beneath that is something heady and heavy- threading through his senses like a lightning-strike.

Then, at last, a sound, low and barely-there, breathless and trembling, and Akira hums again, pleased as he draws away. A quick peck meets the corner of his mouth, tongue flicking out to take a grain of rice stuck there into his own mouth.

Leaning his cheek on his palm, he smiles- drowsy and amused.

"Say, Inumaki," his tone is equal parts mischief and flirtation, a faint, scarlet glimmer deep in his irises. "Do you think your moans have an effect on people too? Because-!"

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 🎤🎶𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆