Sacrificial Queen

Take a Look around This is our Happiness... Rather than Love This Feeling of Comfort

[isisthewolf-deactivated20170109]

She is precious

[jo4uke-higashikata]

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[animepopheart]

artist | image | blog

[liriel-mei-ling]

Zankyou no chibi ^^ Kawaii!

*by さば on pixiv*

[3rdsphinx-blog]

*apologizes profusely because i haven't been doing replies on anyone* i'll have them done soon im sorry aaa

[cheshirescats]

You know him pretty well, don’t you? I’m kind of jealous. Well, it’s been just the two of us for quite a while now.

[jyoou]

[3rdsphinx-blog]

twelve + lisa interactions ( feat. nine! ) ↳ episodes 1 — 5

[cursedmascot]

you should have sacrificed your queen

[3rdsphinx-blog]

Probably will do replies tomorrow on both Koto and Lisa. I'm feeling sick today so I'm not really up for writing.

[psychopass]

[silverelite]

Sorry for always causing trouble. Goodbye

[psychopass]

[2ndsphinx-deactivated20150215]

→ One Step Closer

A rapid wind gave the illusion like he was flying, soaring atop the pavement of the city streets as his hair and clothes whipped back and forth. Weaving between cars with a precision like no other allowed a minimal grin to spread over relaxed features, speeding up as he made his way closer to his destination. The belladonna block. A section of the city where the unlawful could openly walk the streets without suspicion, providing and receiving business that would tend to the deeds necessary to reach their goals. Of course, this wasn’t selectively the dangerous that attended the shops and business along this block. Typical civilians would also be seen here, enjoying themselves with what they’d find.

As his destination inched into sight, Hisami allowed his bike to slow and engine to lower it’s growl to a minimal purr. Shutting off his engine and removing himself from his transportation, the Sphinx pierced the crevices of his pockets and retrieved his phone, allowing his navigation to pinpoint his location and— bingo, he was at the right place. A simplistic, lop-sided grin cast over calm features as he placed his cellular device back into it’s assigned location. Sight wandered over the sign allowing an amused sneer to grow. So, this was really the place? Sweetpea Cafe didn’t seem like her scene, but Twelve would digress on that topic.

Hands stuffed into his pockets as he entered the establishment, a minimal sigh passed through parted lips as he took in the view. A maid cafe, hm? This was a place he could get used to. It was only a matter of time before he would spot her, dressed in a maid’s outfit, features adorned with an expression of innocence. Aa, lovely. He could more than definitely get used to this scene.

"The outfit suits you," Hisami commented one of the maids, more specifically, the one he was searching for. A minimal ‘heh’ of amusement, his sight slit as his grin, still ever present, grew. "It’s nice to see you, Lisa." 

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Securing the maid's bonnet on her head to top off her new uniform, the corners of Lisa's lips fell into a frown. Her reflection mirrored her and inspected the counterpart's outfit with resignation and hesitance. With her savings fast fading, the runaway had needed a job but with her skills and clumsiness it was a miracle for her to last any longer than a day or two in any respectable establishment. Despite warnings against applying for the maid cafe, Lisa decided that anything would be better than nothing.

"How cute, Lisa-chan!" Shooting her a thumbs up as Lisa caught her eye, the girl giggled. Her coworkers were a mystery to her still but they seemed kind enough. Nodding and uttering her thanks, Lisa turned away from the mirror and walked out of the dressing room.

At every occupied table was at least one maid and at the entrance were the others, waiting for customers. One deep breath in solidified her resolve and soon Lisa joined the few maids at the entrance. Greetings were called out with cheerful, energetic voices. Regular clients were received with even more warmth, their nicknames rolling off of the maids' tongues. Nervous. As the number of maids dwindled at the entrance, Lisa's heart rate only increased. Breaths leaving her in an awkward display of panic, she stiffened at the sudden touch of a hand on her back. "Your turn, Lisa-chan."

Glancing over her shoulder, she was met with a reassuring smile dressed in strawberry chap-stick. A timid nod sent the other on her way and the girl skipped to her respective table. Attention now set on the door, Lisa waited for the next customer.

The soft jingle of bells was met with bowing french maids and a chorus of greetings. "Welcome home, Mast-" Rising from the practiced bow, the accomplice was stunned into temporary silence. Voice finding its function, hands covered her mouth and eyes widened in surprise as she called the person's name. "Hi-Hisami-san?"

Silence interrupted by an assuming oh from the curious audience behind her, a nudge from an elbow set her back into action. Like a programmed doll, the maid continued purely from memorized instructions and practiced actions. "P-Please come this way, master." Lisa stepped forward, guiding him to a small table in the corner. Handing him a menu, Lisa's gaze flickered from the paper to his features. She had ran away even after she had been told that there would be no going back. She had, essentially, abandoned them...but they didn't need her, did they?

In a voice soft and low, barely above a murmur, she questioned him. "Are you...Did you come to take me back, Hisami-san?"

[riaxa]

残響のテロル by E.Lynn Zankyou no Terror

[aomiru]

Touji Hisami “Twelve” catches Lisa Mishima 

episode 1 + episode 7

[shuusotsuki-deactivated20150105]

Crystallized Silver And Sunshine - Lisa

    It was a good thing Kano arrived in this condo before anyone else was assigned to it. He’d taken the master bedroom with the most windows and furnishings, all decked out and ready to go along with magazines, a miniature refrigerator, and everything else he’d need to live in luxury. This was already way better than the Mekakushi Dan’s headquarters back home. Half the shit in there barely even worked, but here? He had a flat-screen television all to himself , an endless supply of comfortable worldly possessions, and it was all practically handed to him gift-wrapped with the theme of a ‘sunny winter’. 

     Two hours of living there and the boy had already made himself at home, lying sprawled out on the bed in his usual dichromatic hoodie. His expression, lazy and sleepy, remained unchanged as he flipped through the channels presented on screen. Cooking, some documentary, cartoons, unconventionally inappropriate things, a cop show- oh! A cop show. He could get behind that. Cranking the volume up with the button near the bottom of the sleek, black remote, he tossed it aside and sighed in gluttonous contentment, hands behind his head and legs propped up on pillows. He could get used to this. Especially if he wound up with an interesting roommate. 

     Speak of the devil, he could have sworn he heard the door open. That must be them. Yawning and forcing himself to roll off of the oh so comfortable bed, Kano swung his legs off and hopped up to his full unimpressive height. He strode out of the master bedroom, brushing his uneven bangs to the side and putting on his best winning grin. Standing at the Condo’s entrance was a girl. A cute one too. How pleasant, this situation would work out after all! 

    “My, my, who do we have here? Could you be the one paired up with me?” Kano’s singsong voice rang out as he approached her, hands in his pockets. “That’s good, I was worried I’d end up with some kind of weirdo. Call me Kano, by the way, and introduce yourself so we can start getting acquainted! I look forward to this entirely.” 

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Lisa didn't need to be a princess. She didn't need a prince. Her childhood had been spent wishing for silence, for tomorrow to come and for her mother to stop. The miracles she had read about in books and manga were envied. One day, she wanted to be taken away. One day, she wanted to be granted some sort of release from the story she had been stuck with but that was impossible. When she left her home, the runaway knew exactly what she had left with, clothes and a measly amount of money. If life had been a book, Lisa would have been spirited away on some journey to find her friends and herself. But life wasn't a book. She wasn't some side character and god knows she wasn't fit to be a main character of anything. How stupid, truly, she had been...but one day she had been given hope.

Perhaps, she wasn't fit to be in a story as anything more than an unnamed extra but Lisa had found herself with a ticket to some strange new city and an opportunity to start anew. Landing in some unfamiliar place with free housing was a miracle in itself and the runaway looked to it, clung to it, as her new beginning. Perhaps, she wasn't being spirited away but standing in front of her new home with her key cool in her hand it was good as an escape as any.

Lisa bent forward, fitting her key in with some effort and turning the knob. Along with the key had come the warning that she wouldn't be alone. Someone else would be there as well and, truthfully, the girl was nervous. Stumbling inside, fumbling hands dropped the key as she turned to close the door. "Ah..um.." Footsteps resounded, clearly approaching and so with one quick panicked motion, Lisa crouched to the floor to pick up the dropped key.

As the other settled in the hall, Lisa straightened. Lips parted and eyes widened at the realization of the roommate's gender. Having read the note, she assumed that her roommate would have been a female but she had been proven wrong again. With his friendly greeting, Lisa's shock receded to a level allowing thought and basic functions. Turning to face him fully, she abruptly bent into a bow. Voice soft and hesitant, she replied. "L-Lisa Mishima. H-Hello, Kano-san." Rising, her hands grasped the strap of her bag for comfort in the unusual.

Vision rested on the floor again, comfortably and familiarly, before her gaze flickered up towards him. The thought of action occurred to her and so she stepped forward. "Um...where will I sleep?" Lisa questioned, lifting her bag as she did so. 

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Empty. Open.

[feverkiller]

A day in the life of a bodyguard for a loan shark could be quite tiresome, especially when said bodyguard happened to be Shizuo Heiwajima. No matter how many cigarettes he smoked nor those damn breathing instructions that supposedly calmed down the nerves, the blonde brute still found himself hurling objects at the painfully stupid clients, or simply ended up tossing them if nothing was in his reach. Much to his chagrin, this day was actively stupid. Meaning periodically throughout the afternoon, the mentally deficients all swarmed to his side to pick a fight with the man riddled in infamy. However, the day began to draw to a close as he was released from work and now found himself walking home.

Peering to someone who had crouched down at the side of the walkway caused the brute to halt in his stride, a brow lifting curiously. Hearing a rumble, he assumed of his origins. Letting the cigarette hang from his lips, Shizuo crouched in front of the stranger, letting his arms rest on his knees. "You should probably quit torturing yourself and eat something." 

[3rdsphinx-blog]

Yet again. Lisa had disturbed someone else's day yet again. The food she had at home was dwindling already and the money she had in her wallet was almost gone. At most, she could afford really cheap street food. That would, probably, be enough for her to make it home. Shutting her eyes tightly and clenching her jaw, the weak girl strengthened her will. Without causing another disturbance, she needed to get up, find some food stand, and then make it home. Was her roommate there already? She didn't know. She hoped not. Stupid...Stupid... Even after she had abandoned her old life, worries still weighed her down. Pointing fingers and whispered comments. Panting, Lisa stood up shakily. What's happening? A bad break up? Do you think she's...The whispers grew in volume, the raised hands covered nothing but appearances, threw up a wall between audience and scene. Lowering the upper half of her body, hands resting atop one another, Lisa began to bow. "I'm S-Sor..." Her voice, already soft, was weaker and barely audible at all.

Blinking eyes saw nothing as the man blurred. Shifting her weight slightly to better steady herself, Lisa tried to form solid thoughts. Vision shifting upwards, the lady began to fall. Sorry...