VENI. VIDI. VICI.

chest puffed with pride heavy on the shoulders. independent fuyuhiko kuzuryuu blog / written by binnie

[kend0ka]

KISS ME ALREADY

[atotorii-blog]

dips u down and smooches u

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cilesovon replied to your post:wowie wow i haven’t been here in ages. sorry i’ve...

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(whispers) im here

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This is a total lie since it’s been long since I got this milestone rnag;iowejgweajirph BUT I WILL STILL CELEBRATE IT!

Right now this blog…

Is 1 YEAR AND 5 MONTHS OLD! Got 15981 shitposts Is following 868 senpais desu Is being followed by 1271 lovelies who can bear with me And has 95 threads full of dork!

Thanks new and old people for continuing to support me through chat, follow, asks, requests and the like! The Internet is a vast and wild place, good and bad sides and you guys are the good of it! Human interactions (specially online) are sooo complicated but everyone here makes it worth it! I still can’t believe in all the time I was on this blog I interacted with like more than a hundred people with the same goal to have fun with muses! THAT’S AMAZING IN ITSELF! :D Be it an old roleplayer with 20 years of experience or a youngling starting out with a new OC as long as there is respect I’m more than happy to do stuff with you guys! I HOPE WE CONTINUE TO COME A LONG WAY TOGETHER!

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wowie wow i haven’t been here in ages. sorry i’ve been busy with life and my own mental health lmao. i’m going to catch up with the anime and be back!! 

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    IDIOCY FLOODS HIS VEINS &. DOMINATES MIND. / IT IS THE SOLE PROGRESSOR OF LIKES PLACED BEFORE. / LEON feels himself a FOOL, like he’s been PLAYED &. been pushed to be in SITUATION thrustBEFORE. there is a WANT, a NEED, deep down inside his gut, kicking &. punching &. THRASHING about, as if some animal looking to escape &. run for the HILLS. it’s a touchy thing, a cruel reminder that he’s not theBRAVEST person EVER, NOR should he have been the one PICKED to be BEHIND such GRUESOME tasks. /THIS FOOL’S LOOKING HIM OVER, as if he’s a HUNK of MEAT, some SLAB hung up to DRY &. put onDISPLAY. / &. DO HIS EARS BETRAY HIM ?

    HILARITY INSUES. / DISGUST ARISES &. HE’S LEFT SLACKJAWED, IN AWE &. LATENT STUPOR. / there’s a slight APPREHENSION to his GAIT, the WAY he steps forward &. raises head HIGH. / SHAKE TO, LIMBS SPLAY FORTH &. NARROW MINDED YOUTH SPEAKS TO.

          ❝  ——— YEAH, UH - HUH, say that to my fuckin’ FACE, you absolutely WORTHLESS excuse for a human BEAN. i bet you don’t even LIFT. look at your SCRAWN ass ARMS ——— how in the ever loving FUCK do you get about your BUSINESS, my dude ? you got little GANGSTERS of your own dealing in the dope &. whatnot? you got WHOLLLEEEE ❞ he drawls it, PLAYS it. ❝  ——— mafia right under your itty bitty thumbs, don’t you ?HA ! GOD, if mondo could see the KINGPIN himself ——— he’d SHIT himself laughing, i’m SURE of it ! ❞ is hereally, truly, doing this ? OH, ofcourse he is. what ELSE was to be EXPECTED of him ? nothing MORE, nothingLESS. this is what he does BEST, isn’t it ? just straight TALKING SHIT.

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Huh? What’s crawled up his ass and died? Was he that passionate about this stupid restaurant that he’s on the offensive – baring his teeth and ready to bite a chunk of him? Hah, what a fucking child; rightfully so with this ‘Mondo’ he keeps throwing around into the open.

He could walk away right now; with his hands stuffed in his pockets and a look of disinterest messily tacked on his face, he could leave. However, all of that is thrown out the window when his credibility is questioned: thrown on a lab table and analyzed with tools he doesn’t know how to use. He doesn’t know him or his role and its so god damned insulting to have those words play on the tip of his disgusting tongue like he knows what he’s talking about. He could order his death at this moment or just end him himself and clean up the mess – no one would know; no one would even miss him.

But now it’s his turn to attack with clenched fists and gritted teeth, blond eyebrows knitting in a way that shows that he means business. He needs to let him know just who the fuck he’s messing with – the heir of the Kuzuryuu clan himself: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu.

“I got the title ‘Ultimate Yakuza’ for a reason and it isn’t because it was given to me.” His eyebrows narrow and his voice is booming, words coming out easily like he’s used to having to assert himself to keep the credibility of his title on his chest. And he is, but that’s another story for another day – not for now, not in front of this bastard.

“I can rip that shitty little goatee off your face and all those ugly piercings out if you keep fucking bothering me. By the fucking way, shitty little biker gangs ranks below the Yakuza for a god damn reason.” It’s insulting that he even thinks Owada is worth his time and effort when he has bigger fish to fry – much bigger and scarier than someone with an ugly perm that just roars his bike for a talent.

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     SPRAWLING WITHOUT NEED TO NAVIGATE. / CEMENT DREAMS &. TECHNICOLOR WISHES. / this city is BEAUTIFUL, leon’ll never ADMIT it, ofcourse (  ALOUD, atleast ) ——— but there’s no DENYING the intricate patterns &. OBVIOUS care that went into each painstaking detail. / &. THERE’S A CONSTANT REMINDER, NAGGING IN THE BACK OF HIS MIND. / SOMETHING about FORGOTTEN DEEDS &. IMPORTANCE marring THOUGHTS; PLAGUEING. / IT STRIKES HIM DOWN LIKE SOME GOD FROM HEAVENS ON HIGH, seizing &. making self KNOWN. / MONDO had told him, TIME &. time AGAIN, drilling &. resiting instructions to, red - faced &. locks askew. KUWATA has a JOB to tend to, an OCCUPATION thrust upon him bybestfriend &. upperclassman, with rush to &. wished ‘pon. / HE’S GOT THIS ! leave it to HIM. because NOTHING ——— absolutely NOTHING could go wrong. right ? RIGHT — !

      ❝  WOULD you happen to know where the nearest CHIPOTLE is  ? ❞  PLAY IT COOL — !

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Who was this guy and why was he talking to him? His hair (both on his hair and whatever that facial hair was supposed to be) is as red as blood – much too red for someone as breakable as this dumbass looked; little piercings here and there leaving Fuyuhiko to wonder if that’s his attempt of looking hard – someone not to fuck with.

Whatever it was, it wasn’t doing its job.

Though his blond eyebrows furrow and his arms cross over his chest in a way that was supposed to appear standoffish, he listens anyway with a scowl on his lips and amber eyes locking on the other’s face. ‘Chipotle’? Did he hear that right?

“How am I supposed to know?” He spits out the words like fired bullets, intent on making a wound – an ache – to make him cower and flee like all the rest. “Does it even look like I’d wanna go to a shitty place like that?”

[atotorii-blog]

ok, so who wants a small starter?

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i need to make a playlist full of fuyuhiko songs because :’) i keep finding some

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👕, 🎲

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

Since he has a reputation to keep as Kuzuryuu clan’s heir, there’s always a need to dress nicely. Suits and ties are usually what he dons (with hats here and there if he sees they fit the outfit), but there are instances where he wears hakamas: mostly in family situations. 

You can hardly catch him without his rings, his lapel with the crescent of his family, or without shoes with some sort of platform or heel to make him look taller than he actually is. 

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

He’s never had a chance to play, but he does find himself intrigued with many of the games. He likes watching the spinning tops and games of poker, almost to the point of collecting dice and decks of cards.

[tantkill]

HEADCANON QUESTIONS:

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?

[kend0ka]

He can feel exactly how nervous they are, there’s no doubt, with their sweaty palm and shaking hand. It’s fine, though. He said it was fine, and– it would be fine even if he didn’t say it was. That’s the thought they’re trying to burn into their head, painfully so, but slowly, the message is taking. It would be fine even if he didn’t say it was. It would be. It would be.

(His permission still makes things significantly easier and his stutter is almost reassuring because at least he’s as lost as they are.)

They keep walking, not in any particular direction. Towards the ocean? They’re not on a very big island, technically everything is towards the ocean. They could just keep walking that way. Straight into the sea, swim ‘till they drown or hit the mainland and get murdered by angry people that aren’t as willing to forgive crimes of despair as the people here seem to be. They could. They won’t, because it’s idiotic to throw your life away when it’s only just starting to maybe be kind of ok, and because realistically, they can’t swim that far, and Fuyuhiko can still barely swim at all so they’d have to carry him throughout this misguided escape plan which would be extremely tiring.

They gaze out at the sea, at the island, stealing a glance at him every once in awhile. It’s beautiful here. This moment is… gosh. Gosh. This is nice. They want to cry. They’re not going to, because it’s stupid, they don’t need to cry every time they feel an emotion, but they probably could if they felt like squeezing out a few tears. It’s not a day for tears. Not even close.

“I love spending time with you,” is what they think. Those are the words that form in their head, what they intend to say. They have no reason to believe that’s not what they’re going to say, not what they mean, right up until the second they go to say it and what passes their lips instead is, “I love you.”

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And those quivers in their hand and the sweat that sticks to their palm is endearing, at least that’s what he thinks – especially with him not being in much better of a state. Nervousness wracks through his body and in desperation to quell it – to appear much cooler than he feels – he takes small breaths through parted lips, letting the bits of anxiety slip into the air through his nose.

It begins to dwindle down to manageable levels as they near the beach, drowning out how fast and loud his heart is beating with the crash of the waves. The blue-green with white of the sea flickers in his amber eye, stuck on the fact that this moment – this scene was oddly romantic; it’s like it’s a scene snagged from one of the cheesy movies he flipped through when he was a kid, once chalking it up to something that could never happen.

                                                                         No way.

But it happens and he’s nearly blindsided from how unexpected it was. ‘I love you’. What? He plays the words in their voice over and over in his head, pulse rapidly increasing along with the redness in his face. His lips part in surprise and he’s turning his head over and up so amber meets red, nearly suffocating from the ambush of emotions that assault him all at once.

How does he feel though? Adoration, admiration, devotion, warmth,…love? When the word registers in his mind, he unconsciously squeezes their hand tighter – his own shaking only slightly in their grip. He purses his lips for a second as he tries to put words together, heart in his throat as he mutters the words ‘me too’ in a soft voice. This makes him cringe from how utterly weak and pathetic that sounds from someone as loud and passionate as him, so he tries again; feelings as strong as these need to be expressed as such, he thinks.

“Peko, I…” He sucks in a breath and clears his throat, face serious despite the tinges of pink that foretold his embarrassment. “I…I love you, too.” His voice is louder and soaked in feelings he can probably never describe coherently. Ugh, never in a million years would he have imagined that he would ever utter such words. His rips his gaze from theirs and place it on their cheeks instead, suddenly becoming aware that this was all out in the open – between the two of them with the sea and the sky as witnesses. 

“S-So uh,” he pauses to scratch the back of his head with his free hand, a low chuckle bubbling from his chest, “what now?”

[atotorii-blog]

BOLD ANY FEARS WHICH APPLY TO YOUR MUSE. ITALICIZE WHAT MAKES THEM UNCOMFORTABLE.

Tagged by: @junkyousha

the dark. fire. open water. deep water. being alone. crowded spaces. confined spaces. change. failure. war. loss of control. powerlessness. prison. blood. drowning. suffocation. public speaking. natural animals. the supernatural. heights. death. dying. intimacy. rejection. abandonment. loss. the unknown. the future. not being good enough. scary stories. speaking to new people. poverty. loud noises. being touched.

Tagging: Anyone that wants to do it?

[angstmemes]

ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ...

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{ ｂａｓｉｃｓ }

—Name: fuyuhiko kuzuryuu —Sex: male —Species: human

{ ｂｏｌｄ   ｗｈａｔ   ａｐｐｌｉｅｓ }

drinker smoker done/does drugs knows what a broken heart feels like has committed a crime suffers a physical disability suffers a mental disorder has experienced severe trauma

{ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ }

—Biggest fear: being utterly useless / being dependent  —Recurring nightmare: days falling into despair and the events that led to it —Something you miss: the sound of his sister’s voice —Biggest regret: not being there to protect his sister —Pressure points: certain spots along his spine and hip bones  —A secret: wishes for someone who he can call a friend

{ ｐｉｃｋ   ｏｎｅ }

fire or water mother or father to hurt or be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love

[asaoka]

A young girl plops herself down onto stair steps next to a now-surprised stranger. She grabs their hand and looks deep into their eyes. 

“I’m Asaoka Kuri, nineteen, university student soon-to-be majoring in biology on break… it’s nice to meet you… ! This may be a bit sudden, but.. Would you mind… taking me to the cafe…? I’m really hungry, but I forgot my wallet…”

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There’s discomfort in his eyes and on his lips when he feels his hands taken, moving to rip them away almost instantly. Amber eyes narrow before he shifts his gaze away, lips twisting into a scowl as he scoots to the right and away from her.

“Personal space. Keep it. As for this cafe, how am I supposed to know? Does it even look like I go here?” Because he doesn’t for the most part. 

“And isn’t your wallet supposed to be something you should keep up with? Hah, you deserve to starve if you can’t even keep up with something like that.”

[gooselullaby]

“Favor?” What could he possibly mean? Nanako remembers Kuzuryuu, but she certainly doesn’t remember him owing her any kind of favor. Still, she is appreciative of it! Reaching up and taking the juice off of her head, she smiles at him.

“–Thank you, Kuzuryuu-san! It’s nice to see you back in Inaba!”

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A small sigh of relief leaves his lips as he notices the smile on her face, unable to stop himself with responding with his own (though much smaller and subdued). It’s comforting to know that she still lays claim to her boundless optimism even after all the hardships she’s gone through at a young age.

It’s inspiring -- especially since she’s managed to resist the touch of jadedness; still sunshine and rainbows which is all he can hope for.

“Yeah? Anything happen while I was gone?”

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To provoke me is a horrible,                                               horrible,                                                                mistake.

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As he noticed who was talking to him, Mondo couldn’t suppress a slightly annoyed groan. It’s a small world after all. “I was ‘bout to say the same thing to ya, y'know? Are ya following me around or what?”

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“Are you fucking kidding me? I should be asking you that.” There’s a click of the tongue he gives in annoyance, pressing his clenched fist against his hip. “God, the last thing I want right now is to look at you.”