the walking blizzard

independent & selective rp blog for Ritsu Kasanoda of OHSHC  formerly cankickingcasanova  #cankicked

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tetsxya:

              “ —— Well ..”    Looking down toward their hands, he watched the other slowly begin to drop his own. Tetsuya gave a reassuring squeeze before stepping closer. A few inches apart now, glancing toward the other’s eyes  for a moment. DIRECT smile resting on his features toward Kasanoda. Like everyone else in the syndicate, they were usually scared of the young lord in ways that were obvious. As for right now, he was only scared of being entirely rejected —- though because of being a rather BOLD and blunt person, deciding to just go for it and if the consequences would be bad then he’d just pretend like it never happened.   “ —- It all  DEPENDS on what you want.”        

            Yet, with inches apart, the dirty blonde PULLED himself closer and lightly tilted the head to let lips LINGER for such a moment, before directly giving a  INEVITABLE kiss.  The vivid love, suddenly sprouting like a late blooming flower — feeling the HEART jolt up to his throat while giving the other the kiss. Young lord’s lips were straight and stiff at first, a SLIM hope that Ritsu would soothe and melt, just as he knew he was.

              Lids fluttered closed while continuing to understand why LOVE was ran by the HEART, that grotesque pumping organ —  suddenly THREATENING to leap out of his chest.  Thoughts were calm like listening to the melody of the piano keys or listening to the breeze while the birds sang. Other hand subconsciously  REACHED to swathe fingers around fabric of the blue coat.  Learning to LOVE each other well in these easy moments, the moment’s which made his palms sweaty. APPRECIATING every single that about the other male, because like a flower —- appreciating the beauty and love that you received was something rarely anyone did. Instead, they picked it and it ceases to be what people loved. NEVER

          The heir had a response ready on the tip of his tongue when Tetsuya moved closer, but when their lips met, everything else faded into the background. His first kiss, as sudden and unexpected as the confession preceding it, and every bit as welcome. 

          He’d imagined this, though he wouldn’t dare confess to it. It was better than he’d hoped for. 

          Kasanoda’s shock-wide eyes closed as he settled into the kiss, like settling into bed after a long day. Familiar, comfortable, easy. Inexperienced or not, he’d love every moment of learning to navigate this new territory. A tentative hand lifted to cup Tetsuya’s cheek, opposite the hand clasped on his coat. The hand was worn rough from working in the garden, but the touch it offered couldn’t have been gentler. 

          Not yet satisfied when Tetsuya pulled back, the redhead chased another kiss. The returning kiss was uncoordinated, not quite as careful as Tetsuya’s had been, but clearly sincere. He lingered for a long moment before retreating on his own, a smile that bordered on giddy warming his expression. 

          “I want to. I mean, I want us to be--yeah. Together? A couple? However you want to say it, I want--you.” Punctuated with a nod, he leaned his forehead against the other’s. It wasn’t much, but he offered the words he had. 

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         did you get mysterious messages?                     it’s a piece of the puzzle                              the letters are the only clues to solving                    hidden mysteries

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jealousyridden:

ah, she knew she forgot something. the ex-villain’s bag felt a little too light for her to just brush it off —— it was glad to know her suspicions weren’t just for no reason at all. ❝ i am. ❞ turning her attention to the taller male, she quickly surveyed the notebook he held out to her before taking it from him.

mindlessly flipping through the pages to make sure that nothing inside was missing, she put it out of sight and brought her eyes back to him. ❝ thank you. what is your name? ❞

          The easy response took Kasanoda by surprise--though perhaps it shouldn’t have. He of all people should have known that looks could be deceiving. “Me? Oh, I’m Ritsu Kasanoda, class 1-D. I’d, er, ask your name but I saw it in the notebook.” 

          Ever the awkward one, the redhead chuckled sheepishly and brought a hand to the back of his neck. “I think I’ve heard your name around, too. You’re a transfer student, right?” 

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ecstaticfight:

     Anna followed with little to no complaining, she folded her arms behind her head as she watched the red head. She raised her brow, at the boy, she was not trying to make it back to her class anytime soon. Although her stomach may betray her along the way, of course she’ll cross that bridge once she gets there. She watched the smile form on the boy’s lips. There was something about it that made the uniform he worn unfitting. To her, he seemed more like the; sagging pants, getting into rival gang fight types. Not a suit and tie, none of that standing up straight and which fork to use during, what part of dinner type of guy.

    She didn’t feel uncomfortable around him, but she didn’t trust him. Nothing against the boy she just never trusted anyone. She wouldn’t let that on, to her humble host, but she did keep a good distant between them.

   “Ya know I thought you looked like a rick, not a Kasaonda but I guess it fitting.” She said before adding.

    “I’m Anna and no that not my real name, but everyone calls me Anna.” No one expect close friends new her real name. But even then, it didn’t all that much matter. She smirked as he heard his question.

   “Do you know what a prostitute is Kasaonda?” A smirk played on her lips as, as she looked at the passing garden.

    “My schools from the Inner city, the school doesn’t have a lot of money. And teachers don’t get paid enough ya know.” Well maybe he didn’t know, see as he goes to such a fancy school, Anna thought.

    “So, they gather us all on a bus, and now the teachers, principle and even some adviser are sucking dick to see if your school would like to be our sugar daddies~” She stretched out her arms, yawning abit.

          “It’s Kasanoda.” Came an immediate, reflexive response. There were some that he didn’t bother correcting anymore, but that didn’t mean he had to let everyone get his name wrong. Only once he made the correction did he process the colorful words of this lost student. 

          “--that sounds rough.” He offered, though he couldn’t draw from any similar experience. “They make students come too? What, they think seein’ your innocent little faces will make the wallets open up?” The redhead scoffed slightly, casting a glance toward the clock tower that loomed over the campus. “Hell, who knows. It might work like that--some of these folks throw money around like it’s nothing.” 

          Wealth or not, the Kasanoda godfather was a cautious, frugal man. The teen had never been spoiled by either of his parents, and learned the value of money earned at a young age. When he saw his super-rich classmates casually talking about weekend trips overseas and expensive shopping sprees...

          It was like looking at an entirely different world.

          The cafeteria was a prime example of this, and Kasanoda’s face soured instinctively as they entered. Fancy gourmet food from all over the world, covered tables with plush chairs, it had been a culture shock even to him. He couldn’t imagine how it seemed to normal people. 

          “If you want somethin’ to eat, I don’t mind buying. Kissing up to rich people sounds exhausting.”

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guess who’s a garbage fire with 200 icons of a fictional garbage fire 

it’s me 

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I picked a beautiful FC for my new blog guys

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The housekeeper beamed with delight while he smiled. " Okay! ----- Ritsu." He couldn't wait.

          Uncommon though it was for anyone outside his immediate family to use his first name, it felt natural coming from Tetsuya. He’d been using the ex-heir’s first name since they met, now they were closer to equal terms. “Good. Come on, let’s go.” 

          In a surge of bravery, he reached for the blond’s hand before he started walking to entwine their fingers together. He could do that, right? That was something... People who liked each other did. 

          “That succulent you got me is lookin’ good.” He commented as he walked. “There’s room in the pot still, and I’m thinking about getting some smaller ones to go around it. There are so many different kinds, it’s crazy.” 

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" Waka, we should go on a walk through the gardens. Would you like to?"

          Did the idea appeal to him? Of course. However, something more pressing caught his attention. “I will, but only on one condition.” Though the words sounded stern, the glint in his eye suggested something far less serious. “You’ve gotta call me by my name, alright? First or last, either’s fine, but--y’know, it’s not like you’re just one of the guys. You don’t have to be so formal.” 

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Chrysanthemum Whites, Primroses, Violet Whites. Lot's of flowers

Send some Flowers!

          A beautiful white bouquet, declaring sentiments of love and loyalty. Receiving flowers rather than giving them felt a giddy sort of unfamiliar, and the blooms chosen--! 

          “I--wow. Tetsuya, this is... Wow.” He floundered for words, but the smile on his face was warm and genuine. “I--I don’t have any with me, but if I did, I’d give you an ambrosia back. That is, if you’re not allergic to ragweed pollen. I know it doesn’t sound great, but the flower’s really pretty!” 

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quirkgifted:

                    ❛        A - AH    …    i    ╾╾    uh    ╾╾        ❜        there’s many things currently absent in the mind of izuku midorya;    how to properly form a sentence and not sound like a stuttering moron just so happened to be one of those things.    why was it in times like these there was always someone around to witness him go into some kind of panic ???    his scarred hand would move to awkwardly rub the side of his neck,    mouth letting out a somewhat timid laugh.        ❛        i - i’m fine !    i’m fine !!!    i just thought i saw a    …    i thought i saw a bee ?        ❜

          Though the first year got the sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t just a bee that was troubling the boy, it wasn’t his place to pry. “Oh, you allergic? I hear allergies can be pretty rough--do you have one of those pens?” As if to clarify what he meant, Kasanoda vaguely mimed the injecting of an epi-pen. 

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     “ WELL well well — Bassa Nova-kun have you come to take more lessons on being a gentlemen?”  ALTHOUGH the last time he recalled the other even stepping FOOT in this music room was when he was trying to confess to no other than their natural type. In a sense the feeling of guilt STILL settled in his stomach every so often when thinking about the whole situation from those odd months ago. Glancing up from one of the tea cups, the girls comfortable enough on their own to continue on in conversation. Half listening ( — a good multitasker. ) eyes glanced  scarcely at the red head yankee. / @cankicked

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          “--Yeah, I think I’ve had enough of your lessons, senpai.” His so-called lessons hadn’t actually taught him anything. Morinozuka and Tetsuya had taught him what he needed to know. “I’m here for the gardening club, they sent me to talk to ya. This is a little, uh, under the table... But one of the members got a hold of some nightshade and we’ve been growing it in the greenhouse. It’s only dangerous if you eat it, and the club thought you guys could use it for Halloween. So long as none of your guests are into eatin’ flowers, it’s safe.”

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Begonia

Send some Flowers!

          Beware, was it? Kasanoda almost could’ve laughed. As if Tamaki Suoh could hurt a fly. “Listen Suoh-senpai, I get that you’re tryin’ to protect Fujioka and all, but you’re probably the least intimidating person in the host club. Hell, I’d be more scared of Fujioka herself than you.” A beat of pause, before an idea struck him, and he plucked up a bloom of candytuft. 

          “Here, if we’re talking in flower language, this one oughta do it.” 

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❀ Floral Expressions ❀

Send my muse some flowers to convey your muse’s feelings towards them!

Acacia Blossom– Concealed Love Alstroemeria– Friendship Ambrosia– Your Love is Reciprocated Amaryllis– Splendid Beauty Anemone– Forsaken, Fading Hope Azalea– Take Care of Yourself for Me Bird of Paradise– Joyfulness Begonia– Beware Bells of Ireland– Good Luck Bouquet of Withered Flowers– Rejected Love Camellia General– Admiration Camellia Pink– Longing for You Camellia White– You’re Adorable Candy Tuft– Indifference Carnation Pink– I’ll Never Forget You Carnation Red– My Heart Aches for You Carnation Yellow– Disdain, Rejection or Dissapointment Chrysanthemum General– You’re a Wonderful Friend Chrysanthemum White– Loyal Love Chrysanthemum Yellow– Slighted Love Cyclamen– Resignation, Good-bye Daffodil– Rebirth, New Beginnings Daisy– Innocence, Purity Dandelion– Faithfulness Dead Leaves– Sadness Fern Maidenhair– Secret Bond of Love Forget-Me-Not– Memories, Remember Me Always Gardenia– Secret Love Geranium– Stupidity, Folly Gladiolus– Strength of Character, Honor Gloxinia– Love at First Sight Grass– Submission Hyacinth Purple– I Am Sorry, Please Forgive Me, Sorrow Hyacinth Yellow– Jealousy Iris Yellow– Passion Iris Blue– Faith, Hope Jonquil– Love Me, Desire for Affection Returned Lilly Calla– Beauty Lilly Orange– Hatred Lilly-Of-The-Valley– Sweetness, Return to Happiness, You’ve Made My Life Complete Marigold– Cruelty Mistletoe– Kiss Me, Affection Morning Glory Red– Attachment Nightshade (Deadly) Belladonna– Silence, Falsehood,  Orange Mock– Deciet Orchid– Exotic Beauty, Proud and Glorious Femininity Peony– Bashfulness, Compassion, Shame Petunia– Resentment, Anger Pine– Pity Primrose– I Can’t Live Without You Rose Dark Crimson– Mourning Rose Dark Pink– Thankfulness Rose Orange– Fascination Rose Red– Love, Respect Rose Yellow– Joy, Friendship Spider Flower– Elope With Me Sunflower– Pure Thoughts, Adoration, Warmth Sweet-Pea– Departure, Good-bye, Thank You for A Lovely Time Tulip Red– Declaration of Love Tulip Variegated– Beautiful Eyes Tulip Yellow– There’s Sunshine in Your Smile Violet Blue– Watchfulness, Faithfulness, I’ll Always Be True Violet White– Let’s Take a Chance on Happiness Viscaria– Will You Dance With Me?

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Confront my muse about their relationship with another muse!

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tetsxya:

            “ — Of COURSE I’d be there for you. Those were really confusing times and then afterwords you seemed so down for a  couple days and I HATED seeing you like that.”   He’d scoot a little closer and wasn’t really TRYING to seem nervous but honestly, he was. Seeing the other’s hand on top of his own, he smiled a little bit more than he had before and would let his fingers press against the other’s. First, finger tips seemed to be comforting enough and then he pressed his palms against Kasanoda’s and figured that his hands were rather SMALL in comparison.  Fingers wrapped around the other’s, holding tight. 

         ODDLY enough it was amusing to him, he wasn’t expecting to be so small while he tried his entire life to seem TOUGH behind the softness he set while being around the others.  He grew up around such a rough environment so to express himself like he had been these past couple years — it seemed MORE comfortable for him. Being comfortable with the life of a housekeeper and family member  ( if that. ) 

        “ — Waka, I’ve never been scared of you. Ever since the day I sat out in the rain and you COVERED me up I knew what kind of person you were. As I told you, you were the first to ever ACCEPT me with kindness. NEVER have you ever scared me. I didn’t know rather to give you space if you were angry at first but then I realized that you just wanted someone to TALK to. It’s better to talk to someone when you’re down or angry anyway, to blow off steam. To know  you felt so casual with me to DO so — it meant everything to me. And now ——— thank you.”      Looking toward the other and felt the sudden nervousness again, incapable of getting any CLOSER due to it, yet grabbing a hold of the other’s hand was JUST enough.  Cheeks warm, it grew throughout the body as well, feeling a HEART BEAT against his palm  — yet INCAPABLE of knowing who’s heart beat this actually was.

          Did Tetsuya have some sort of gift that gave him the right words for every situation? Even now, when the redhead saw the nerves behind slight fidgets and tentative gestures, he spoke so earnestly. Even when the others in the Syndicate cared for him and supported him, nobody reached him quite like Tetsuya could. 

          And he was the one confessing! Kasanoda wondered what deed he’d done in a past life that fate saw fit to reward with this moment. 

          “Heh, I don’t, um.” He began uselessly, free hand lifting to rake his fingers through his hair. “I’ve never really, y’know, done this before.” The one time he attempted to, it didn’t get very far. “What are we supposed to do now?” 

          There were more eloquent ways to word that, no doubt, but with thoughts fuzzy and stomach fluttering, eloquence was even farther from his reach than usual. They made quite a pair, the two of them sat beside each other with nervous energy palpable between them. The heir felt something distinct about this nervousness, however--a ticklish feeling of anticipation. He wasn’t afraid now, not about this. What awaited after this, unknown though it was, would be something positive. 

          “Does this--does it make us...?”

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When a character maker is on the dash, what else am I supposed to do?

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ecstaticfight: 

      Among the sea of blondes and brunettes, the person that spoke up stood out like a sore thumb. She took in the fiery red hair, and the same grotesque purple uniform. That she guessed, was supposed to add an air of soft elegance to the private school. She placed a hand over her yes to shield them from the sun. At his answer, she raised and eyebrow, tilting her head to the side as he approached.

            “If I’m honest I’m trying to get the hell out of here but I’m not so sure my teachers would like it if I just took a bus all the way home.” A smile crawled across her lips as, she finally got a good look at the boy.

            “I ain’t lookin to go anywhere in particular, but if you could get me the hell out of this court yard prince charming that would-be fan-fucking-static.”

          She didn’t think much about the boy, yet. He didn’t give off the vibe that he had his head shoved up his own ass. That was a good start, because the next person she had come across that scoffed at her she was going to knock their heads in.

          “Somewhere that’s not here, huh? Easy enough.” Kasanoda tilted his head to indicate the direction he had in mind before he began to walk. “Cafeteria’s a good bet. If you need to get back to your teachers, they’ll probably check there, but it’s busy enough that you can probably avoid ‘em if you’re tying to.” 

          The crooked grin that curled on his face came easier than usual--the way the girl spoke was familiar and easy. Talking to rough customers like this always felt more natural than trying to fake manners with the rich kids. No matter how much money his family had, there would always be a blatant divide between him and the upper crusts of Ouran Academy. 

          “Name’s Kasanoda, if it makes you any difference. I’ve seen some others with your uniform wandering around--what’re you guys doing here?”