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Hibari is a loser, pass it on.
Send me a word plus 'Headcanon' and I'll give a headcanon based on that word.
save the last dance, mini event (hibari)
Her eye is drawn first to his mask, settled comfortably on the upper half of his face, revealing what she suspects to be a barely-there semblance of amusement. ”Oh?” she says, an eyebrow raising behind her own ivory visor. There’s no jest in his voice, but the part of her that says to enjoy the night urges her to take the implied challenge.
"Very well." She places her gloved hand in his, stepping forward to place her other hand on a broad shoulder. The corners of her mouth lift in a shrewd smile. "I hope you won’t regret this apology later," Chrome remarks coolly. "I doubt I’m the kind of dancer you’re looking for."
It might be the champagne talking, or the freedom she feels with her mask on, but Chrome finds herself beginning to enjoy the night. They start the next dance, his hand on her waist, and the woman smirks slightly as she adds, “And I hope you’ll keep that hand where it belongs, good sir.”
Her hands are delicate, and her fingers are thin as they lace with his. Her touch is light as a feather when it rests on Hibari's shoulder. The string quartet begins an easy waltz with a slight bounce in its 3/4 rhythm. Quite frankly, he's not too sure what this woman means by not being the kind of dancer he's looking for. She does quite well with following all of his steps.
Hibari offers a grin, almost feral. "You're doing quite well though," he says, giving the masked woman a playful squeeze as he leads her across the polished marble floor. Briefly, he has the bizarre thought that, perhaps, he might know this woman, and that this woman might know him.
Which is ridiculous, so he squashes that thought right away. The whole point of a masquerade is to be anonymous.
"But of course," he responds. Under normal circumstances, Hibari would have reeled at taking suggestions from another person. On the other hand, he supposes that it doesn't hurt to play along just for tonight. He'll enlighten her for a little while.
♛ about me. ♕
BASICS:
name: jin. birthday: november 27th. zodiac: sagittarius single or taken: t...aken. height: 5’3. eye color: brown. middle name: korean letters. favorite color: silver. lucky number: 3.
SPECIFICS/DETAILS:
hogwarts house: huffleclaw. favorite fictional character: hi...bird. favorite television show: too much anime don't make me pick. favorite season: autumn. describe yourself in a few words: really sniffly right now. meaning of your name: 'benevolence'.
ultimate otp: ... /looks away 1896
what do you plan to/do for a living: audio engineering.
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert: people make me sleepy. dawn or dusk: dawn. righty or lefty: right. coffee or tea: tea. rain or shine: shine. reading or writing: writing
Anonymously send me a ☑ if you like the way I portray my character
"How old are you?"
"It’s rude to ask your elders for their age," he says, eyes narrowing at the girl. Quite frankly, he can’t tell how old she is either, but she couldn’t be any older than himself. And speaking of age —
"… shouldn’t you be in school."
Surprise me Hibari
"No."
"Now get off my lawn."
"Do you even know what you’ve done?"
The real question is does she know what she’s done? There’s paint all over his shirt in red, green, blue, and yellow spatters. He’s thoroughly displeased, though senses that she’s blind to the fact that, really, he’s the one who got the short end of the stick. Her easel’s on the floor and so is her painting, but it landed painting-side-up and is relatively unharmed.
"The real question here is do you know what you’ve done?”
accept me, bite me.
accept me, bite me.
He doesn’t really know how it’s evolved into this, but Hibari isn’t about to object. In the back of his mind, he tells himself that it’s so unlike Chrome Dokuro to let her guard down, to make herself vulnerable to him. But he doesn’t question it, and instead, lifts her arm to his mouth and sinks his teeth into the inside of her forearm.
(OOC) SEND ME A SYMBOL AND I WILL TELL YOU...
♪: A song (or two) that I associate with my character
♥: What I like best about this AU
♦: Someone I follow and never roleplay with but enjoy watching from afar
♣: The url I wanted but didn't get
♠: A character I desperately want to roleplay with
‽: An unpopular/unusual ship with my character that I love
✄: Something about my portrayal that differs from others
✰: A reaction icon I will probably never use
☠: A popular fanon headcanon about my character that bugs me
☢: Something about my character that I've never explored but want to
☃: A character I played on a whim and gave up on
✌: A character I played on a whim and FELL IN LOVE WITH
❅: A character I'm tempted to play
✔: What got me into roleplaying
Send me a (´∇ノ`*)ノ .`-;- if you'd like to make a pre-established relationship with my character!
Send me a ✖ if you ever wanted to rp with me, send me a ✿ if you really like my muse/ how i portray them.
save the last dance, mini event (hibari)
She’s never gone to these events because she enjoyed them — not when the murmur of pleasantries and tinkle of wine glasses reminds her of nothing but the sounds of an orchestra echoing through cold hallways. She was hidden, back then; from sight, from mind, even from the heart of the one she called ‘Mother.’
(The lavish dresses in the closet would never be for her, she knew. Why waste something so beautiful on something so broken?)
Chrome lifts a glass of champagne from a passing server and raises the flute to her lips. No, she’s here to watch and observe; to see how the wealthy act and treat one another so that, in turn, she will be able to do the same.
Work is work, after all, and it’s only fitting that this year is a masquerade when she’s devoted her life to hiding the truth. (And, truth be told, she feels significantly more comfortable with the mask on than she’s ever been without.)
But — then again, no one here knows who she is and she can stand next to a potted plant for only so long. Perhaps, if she allows herself to forget, just for tonight, it could even be … fun.
Chrome finishes the rest of her champagne and grabs another one, tossing her head back and downing it with a swift movement. She makes it to the floor just as the orchestra begins the next song, and finds a spontaneous partner to dance with for a minute or so before she switches partners —
— which is fine by her, really, because that means she won’t have to make conversation.
Unfortunately, while she’s a passable dancer, she’s never been on the graceful side of the spectrum, and Chrome finds herself gently colliding with someone else as her latest dance partner releases her.
"Ah —" she takes a step back in surprise. "My apologies."
It's only natural that Therese insist that she don't bog Hibari down. Even if he vehemently protested against that sentiment, that he was, on the inside, relieved that she wasn't dragging him here, there, and everywhere at the ball, he suspected that the woman still wouldn't have anything to do with it. He wonders if she'd nudge him, then comment on how he shouldn't be a bachelor at the age of twenty-five.
Not that anyone else's opinion about him actually mattered. He did as he pleased, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
But fine, he'll enlighten her. He pushes his still-full glass of champagne aside. He'll spend one song on the dance floor, only so he can argue against anyone who dared to point out that he had been a boring guest, a guest who was too big of a coward to even give it a try. Granted, Hibari Kyoya isn't embarrassed or shy, simply preferred not to. He'd grown disillusioned towards such events.
The mask is but a convenient formality. He doesn't have the patience to hide behind one.
He takes a woman's gloved hand, doesn't know her name, doesn't know her face, doesn't know who she is, only that she steps all over his feet during a waltz. Hibari loathes clumsy people, people who have no grace whatsoever. Alternatively, he understands that there are better things that people do than learn how to properly ballroom dance.
So when an unknown woman collides with him, Hibari opens his mouth to berate her for it, only quieting down when he remembers that he should at least be somewhat civil, if only for Therese's sake. His previous dance partner has long disappeared, twirling away from him anyways.
He shakes his head, the subtlest of grins spreading across his face. "Ah, well, I accept apologies in the form of dance partners," he says nonchalantly, extending a hand to her.
♣
♣ - drunk and unable to talk without slurring
He knows he should have just gone straight home. Generally, Hibari steers clear of the bars; they’re loud and they’re rowdy. But he goes there today, goes there because he needs the noise to forget about the news he received that afternoon.
Family only, they said, but he fought his way into the hospital room, kept a straight face as his childhood friend slept silently, only allowing himself weakness once he was far from the building.
And he doesn’t know what time it is either, only that it’s dark outside and he keeps stumbling, keeps tripping over his feet, his lack of grace making Hibari nearly unrecognizable as he knocks on the door. He doesn’t say anything when she opens the door, only stumbles into the darkened building and throws himself onto the couch, staring at everything and nothing all at once.
He smells of alcohol and cigarette smoke.
♚ drabble list - send me one, or two, or three ♚
↳ Here’s a shorter drabble list as I find the massive one is a bit repetitive. If there’s nothing that you want to send here, just send it as a request.
Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.
Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.
Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.
Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.
Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.
Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.
Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Take Me: my character will kidnap yours
Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Grope Me: my character will grope yours.
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.
Own me: My character owns your character.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason. Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.
Send my muse one of the following to see how they react:
[ credit to talk-to-tennant ]
"Is— is it meant to be bleeding, that much?"
"Help me."
"Don’t touch me!"
"You’re a monster."
"Why are we in a graveyard?"
"How long’s it been?"
"Do you even know what you’ve done?"
"Tell me you’re sorry."
"Do it for me."
"They’re fast, faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and whatever you do… don’t blink."
"Good luck."
"I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
"Hurts, doesn’t it?"
"Oh, yeah. It does suck when someone says one thing and does the other, doesn’t it?"
"I’m scared."
"I need a doctor."
"Can I help?"
"Excuse you."
"What’ve you done?"
"What’re you doing?"
"How old are you?"
"That’s not how you use it…"
Send me symbol and my muse will show up at your character's front door at 4am...
♣ - drunk and unable to talk without slurring
♚ - aggressive and ready for a fight
✯ - emotional and in tears
≛ - wrapped up like a present
☠ - with something to confess to your character
☂ - with a large, bleeding wound
☾ - with a cunning plan