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[chirisaku-blog]

:: hiatus

ooc :: so my plans for this year have gotten a little messy so i’ve decided to put a few of my rp blogs on hiatus. ruka is one of them. i actually do adore this oc that appeared out of thin air so i won’t say that it’s permanent. 

thank you to everyone for following, and a shout out to all of those who have chatted with me and allowed our muses to interact / have the most adorable of relationships. i’m really glad to have tried my hand at an oc after so many years of canon muses on tumblr.

if any of you are still interested in interactions you can mostly find me on @regalius nowdays or feel free to add me on discord ( crimson#8442 ), just let me know who you are.

thanks for reading and all the best to everyone in your future adventures!

[nopainnocrane]

continued from here, @chirisaku

“Heheh… perfect~ You know, I’m actually curious about seeing the outside world… and seeing how the outside world reacts to us swords~ Do you think the people outside of the citadel would take the fact that their treasures from history are being sent to war well~?” Tsuru did not mean for that question to sound so ominous.

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      « 散り咲く » “Unfortunately there is a reason why our citadels are in a different space. Your circumstances are rather, special, and governments aren’t very good explaining themselves to the people.”

      Even if he never held any interest in politics, coming from his family background it was all but too common knowledge that nothing was as it seemed with those in power.

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

Tagged by: @nopainnocrane. Tagging: you. yes you, the one reading this ( only if you want to )

1. BASICS

NAME: ai PRONOUNS:  she/her SEXUALITY: bisexual ZODIAC SIGN: virgo TAKEN OR SINGLE: single

THREE FACTS:

1. i’m obsessed with megane ( as in glasses themselves and the characters wearing them ) 2. i cry over fictional characters a lot 3. i spend most of my little spare time patting my white fluffy dogs

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 5 or 6 years? PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: cr, private forums, tumblr, discord BEST EXPERIENCE: tumblr and on private forums!

3. MUSE PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE: none, but the only ‘female’ muse i have is my oc. all my canon muses are male. MULTI OR SINGLE: single? but i’m rping with 6 different muses atm on different blogs/platforms?

4.  WRITING PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: anything and everything. i love angst but too much can kill you inside. PLOTS OR MEMES: memes are great for starting things off but plots are my jam. except i suck at coming up with them…so memes. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: short. only because i have so less time to sit down and do long replies. BEST TIME TO WRITE: did you mean: never. but whenever i have inspiration really. ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): a little, i like to think the best of people until they prove otherwise.

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pxllidum:

【 ❀ ❀ ❀ 】 ——  Face brightening as the door opens, she has to press her lips together to hide her smile as she watches the sudden realization that she isn’t where she should be dawn on his face. From a young age, Alma has been quite apt at skirting around the palace guards and the servants who might warn her mother what she was up to. She’s even better at hiding; sometimes disappearing for hours at a time before she was found. Of course, it was quickly noted when she was gone, as she wouldn’t show up for her lessons, but she supposes there is no way around that.

Having the decency to at least look sheepish, she ducks into his room, eyes roaming around the quarters briefly before she turns toward him. It occurs to her that it would be quite frowned upon for the princess to be alone with a knight in his room, even if he is her personal knight, but she’s not particularly worried. At least, not for herself.

❝ I apologize if I’ve interrupted you, ❞ she starts, tucking a few obsidian locks behind her ear. ❝ But, I’ve baked some cookies for you and wanted to give them to you while they were still warm. ❞ holding out the small wicker basket to him, she gives him a small, unsure smile, as if she’s waiting to be scolded.

   « 騎士 » The Alma he knew had always been a quick one, whether it was coming up with ideas, making others smile or quick on her feet. It was remarkable really. Although some might frown upon some of her actions ( especially skipping lessons ) the knight saw the brighter side of things, that she was expressing her own will. Yet if it hadn’t been for her hobby of wondering around the palace, he would never have been able to meet her, let alone become her knight.

  “You shouldn’t have, Princess. But thank you.” 

  There was no way he could refuse her now. He accepted the basket carefully, it’s slight warmth erasing everything other than an appreciation of her kindness. He knew it would seem like he was encouraging her, but perhaps a warning before she left would suffice. In the meantime, they might as well enjoy it.

  “Would you care to join me for some tea then?”

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kinkkou-shaming:

Aww, he covered up. Appearance was of no actual real matter to Kikkou, considering he and practically everyone he knew were made of steel, but he supposed he could understand if others were self conscious. At least he got a peek of his master again.

“Never apologize for your state, but please forgive me Goshujin-sama. This report is not urgent, I just wished to bring it to you as quickly as possible. The expedition team returned successfully, and we all got caught in the excitement.” Any excuse worked for Kikkou really, so long as he got to see his master. He couldn’t quite help it if he let himself get excited with everyone.

     « 散り咲く » While he was happy for them, and the other swords that successfully completed the expedition, it was still fairly unusual for one to write up a report so quickly. It wasn’t a problem; quite the opposite, it really showed the uchigatana’s dedication and strong sense of responsibility.

    “Thank you, Kikkou-san, it’s very considerate of you. If it’s not too much trouble, could you tell me the details yourself?”

    Of course he had no issue with reading the report alone, but something told him that their company would also be nice too. It was a simple offer, and he would understand if they preferred to return to where the others were, but he had asked nevertheless.

[whydoyouthinkileft]

Reminder that you can have 600 threads with me or only one, you can drop every thread you want to drop and start as many others as you want, you can reply to other people first and you can take all the time that you need without me stressing you out. This is a stress-free zone!

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siccario:

     submerged in the moonlight       he disrobes– vessel of EROS.       sublime are the sinewy contours       beneath brown flesh and so       s e n s u a l  as they move with       his grace to discard pieces of       tailored fabric stained carmine       one by one; slowly, one by one.       a small pile in the grass and he       dips a foot in the dark lake, then       another. wades through the       water until only his back is to       display, sewn with welts of an       old time.

      cups his hands and water drip       drips from his head down, down       along his face, his neck, his       delicious back. soft footsteps       sound soon after and emiliano       turns only his head. a silhouette       beside his sullied attire.

                  “ it is not my                      blood, ”

      he murmurs– purrs? perhaps.

     « 極道 » No matter how you explained this meeting, it was strange. Had he been a complete stranger, it would have been less so, but he was not. His presence here itself gave away his lack of trust towards the hitman. To be fair, he had never seen the need for one ( he’d rather deal with it himself and not leave any loose ends ) so suspicion towards an outsider was expected.

    Nonetheless, their inherent charms do not go unnoticed, and as much as he does take a moment to admire their exposed figure, temptation abated before it even began to take form. Had it been under any other circumstances he might have offered a compliment.

    “That’s good to know,” he stated simply, “I assume it’s done then?” 

    He did have a lot more questions ( like whether or not bathing in lakes was a hobby of theirs ), but he assumed they’d rather keep that to themselves.

[chirisaku-blog]

▲ (perfect for after our thread lol I figured my eventual reply to the bar one works as a good end)

Send in a symbol from my muse’s reaction to yours… || ▲ Dressing them up in lingerie ( or ‘gear’ ) with gentle attention.

     « 極道 » “…”

    Silence reigned over the room, with the light breathing of its two occupants the only sound. 

    The faint pink dusting his cheeks clearly giving him away. The feeling of Kikkou’s fingers ghosting over his skin, and the sensation of rope wrapping around his body, is almost enough to make him unravel in their hands.

    But he doesn’t, because he dedicates what remained of his self-control to keep his eyes closed. Since his partner had told him to do so. Besides, he wouldn’t be sure where to look anyways. 

   At times like these even he questions how he manages nights spent with people whose names he barely remembers. Of course, it has a simple answer: they weren’t of importance nor interest to him, and the man currently standing before him was. Wasn’t it strange that such a small difference could change everything? It’s laughable really.

    Nevertheless, his mind finds it way back to the moment at hand. But when it does, curiousity takes over as lashes part.

    Neck tilts slightly as a single eye opens to sneak a look at their progress. He doesn’t care if he’s caught. Or maybe he even wants to get caught. 

    As expected, just one look is enough to send his heart racing.

    Quickly he returns to his original stance, but unable to get rid of the need to see the other’s face he speaks up.

    “Are you nearly done, Kikkou-san?”

    A meaningless question that serves only to attract their attention, and distract them from their work.

[pxllidum-blog]

@chirisaku || continued from x ;;

【 ❀ ❀ ❀ 】 ——  She can’t help the soft giggle that escapes her at his surprise and she quickly hides her smile by pressing a delicate hand to her lips. She could hear her mother scolding her in the back of her mind, ❛ A lady does not show her teeth when she laughs, she’ll look like a horse! ❜ But, it’s a habit that’s hard to break.

❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you, ❞ she apologizes. Pulling a silk handkerchief from her bodice, she nods toward the small wound. ❝ May I see? ❞

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    « 騎士 » The sweet sounds of her laugh brought back his smile. He had long noticed that she tended to have that affect on people. It was a mystery really, but nonetheless a blessing for their kingdom. Despite her young age, she was already popular among the people, not that it came as a surprise. 

    The youth hesitated for a moment, but eventually indicated agreement to her query.

    “My apologies for the trouble, Princess.”

[kinkkou-shaming]

► for yakuza au? . v .

My muse’s reaction to yours unzipping their clothes and kissing down their neck. ((Hoo boy Ruka))

Kikkou had known Ruka’s true identity for a few months now, and thankfully it hadn’t prevented the two of them from forming a rather close relationship. Close enough for a situation like this at least, with Ruka sliding Kikkou’s jacket off and undoing the buttons on his shirt enough to provide access to Kikkou’s neck.

“Mnh, and here I thought I was just coming over for a few drinks?” Kikkou jokingly murmured against Ruka’s hair as he relaxed against the door, gloved hand going up to thread into the soft locks. They hadn’t even made it to the couch yet. Ruka’s offer of ‘come back to my place for a few drinks?’ Had long ago become code for another type of private situation, not that Kikkou minded at all, since Ruka was one of his favorite people to talk and flirt with. Funny how meeting a guy in the woods past midnight while you’re burying a body can lead to things like this.

His free hand went to grope at Ruka’s back, pulling him close while also fighting the other’s own jacket. So not fair, Kikkou being the only one becoming undressed.

[mcthermurder]

who i was THEN

                     &&

                    who i am NOW

are two VASTLY different people

[ofsakuras-a]

[ Tell me. ]

█▐┊❛ ✿ ⊱ meme || @chirisaku « accepting »

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ x ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[ x ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute ( LOL )          [  ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy            [ x ] Family

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [  ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company            [ x ] Comforting [ x ]  Unable to be lived without                            [ x ] Trustworthy

[kinkkou-shaming]

Disposal

[chirisaku-blog]

kinkkou-shaming:

“Of course I can do that for you, I’m merely a private contractor out to draw inspiration from nature, running into a man who helped me when I tripped and got my jacket muddy.” Shovel and lantern in one hand, he gratefully tugged the jacket securely on him.

This man was obviously similar to him, at least on some level, judging by how they reacted to him and also that he was out so late here. “I’m Kikkou, and thank you for your kindness Ruka. Let’s watch our step as we return to our vehicles, shall we? Can’t have anyone breaking anything, sullying nature or our clothes any more than I have, ufufu.”

Kikkou held out an arm for Ruka, smiling up at him. “Would you be so kind as to help me get back? I’ll light the way.” He jangled the lantern a bit with a grin. All the talking in circles was fun, but he would like to get back to his current residence to clean his jacket.

     « 極道 » A light chuckle echoed in the cold midnight air as Ruka expressed his amusement.

    “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Kikkou-san.”

    He paused for a moment to seemingly conjure a thin black card, and slide it into the other’s coat pocket. 

    “In case you’re interested in contacting me. You can also find me at a bar named Extacy on most Thursday evenings.”

    He placed a gentle hand on the outstretched arm, so that he didn’t stray away from them ( but also for other reasons ), before stating that he would be glad to escort them.

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ofsuccubus:

           she MURMURSsoftly into the pillows, instead not listening to her brother and clinging to the pillows like they are her life line. she tries VALIANTLY to get some more pillows around her, but she doesn’t have any more pillows left, && she whines, sitting up && adjusting her glasses on her face before turning to her brother and throwing her arms up. a GESTURE that means pick me up or else.

           ❛ we need to go grab more pillows, i don’t think you UNDERSTAND the gravity of the diddly darn situation here, bud. theres not enough. we need more. forget the lucky charms we must go back to the pillow aisle. rob them BLIND. come on, come on, come on! ❜ she THROWS her legs around in the cart, not wanting to get out and walk there.

        « ルカ » By this point, the older sibling is almost certain he was watching something along the lines of a reality show. Her behaviour earned her nothing other than a few pats to the head and a sigh.

        “Alright then,” he agreed. 

        One of these days his sister was going to convince him to make the worst decision in his life and he wasn’t even going to regret it. 

        “Hold on tight. Safety first.”

        Not that he was going to push the cart fast with somebody, who wasn’t even a child, still inside. It’d be a miracle if they made it to the said aisle without anymore stops.

[chirisaku-blog]

ofhydrangeas:

(     ＳＵＣＣＥＳＳ. aoko scurried closer to haruka’s side. the old, out dated phone continued to press against her chest. time spent with herself is fine. until the quiet’s no longer a void, but an entity. it whispered to aoko cruel thoughts lurking in her mind. to have a few moments away is bliss. "ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ…ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ?“ she hated feeling so pathetic. friends were hard to make. even if haruka && her rarely spoke, it meant the world. 

    « ルカ » He nodded, allowing himself to follow her inside. It’s not entirely familiar, nor is it the first time he’s been here. He’s just glad he has a chance to visit again.

    “Oh yes, before I forget.”

    A hand disappeared into one of his coat pockets for a few moments.

    “Here,” he said, holding out a small phone charm in the shape of a small takoyaki. “It’s nothing much but I hope you can accept this, Aoko.”

[chirisaku-blog]

okitagumemes:

“Yes, O-… I’ve been there before, but it’s been a really long time.” He caught himself before he mentioned his previous owner. That wasn’t something he wanted to talk about right now. “I can’t really remember the name either, but I think I should remember what it looks like.”

It would be really nice to be able to go there again. He wondered how much the menu had changed since he’d last visited? He supposed they’d find out.

  « ルカ » He didn’t miss the correction they made, and noted that perhaps the topic of their previous, well, master as Yamato put it, was still a sensitive topic. As curious as he was, Ruka was patient and he knew all too well that those things took time.

  “Well, it’s decided then. Should we call it a night and check it out tomorrow?”

[pxllidum-blog]

since these seem to get around more than promos, i shall try this~! heyo~! could you like or reblog this if you don’t mind interacting with a tokyo ghoul oc? my bb is the clone of the first ghoul to ever exist and is really just a silly, sheltered child who wants to be friends with everyone. ; u; i’m not particularly selective and i’m oc/multiverse/multimuse/multi-ship/etc friendly~! my one thing i ask is you just read my rules and her bio before interaction. ; u;

thank you~!