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" The winners write history and the losers are wiped from it. "

[mmmmoved]

[kingveteran-blog]

     Midorima considers consequences and potential outcomes in practiced, tired detail. Constantly weighing his options, strings tied around his fingers waiting to be pulled or cut, as he sets up the appropriate measures necessary to either sail through his days with ease or end them victorious. But Akashi says, cool tone, steady voice, that they should meet with one another, and when he does the strings around his fingers tighten. The circulation slows and he can’t process the pros and cons when he says yes.

     He sits inside of a coffee shop, running taped fingers against the edges of a table while the heel of his foot nervously rocks up and down. The memory of a basketball game echoes like a bad record against the walls of his mind, and he sucks in a slight breath, staring down the coffee in front of him as he considers the likelihood of making a last minute escape.

     Only, Akashi wants to see him, and of course he won’t refuse. 

     So when the red haired teenager finally opens the door that’s just a few feet away, Midorima can’t help but shoot to a stand, his chair letting out a short, painful screech against the tile. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembers his horoscope review:

     Cancer, second place; compatibility with Sagittarius favorable so long as his lucky item, a gold fountain pen, stays on hand during the day.

     That’s all the comfort he can spare for himself when he speaks up first, nodding in Akashi’s direction and saying, loud and clear, “Hello, Akashi.”

[emperoredeye-blog]

Despite all precognition (and he has enough), he doesn't call Midorima out with anything specific in mind, other than keeping the other boy on his toes. Akashi, unpredictable yet still habitual in his ways, has an overwhelming tendency to dangle Midorima from the tips of his fingers like a marionette, pulling and twisting the strings into contorted positions (and watching Midorima struggle, wholly uncomfortable with his inability to rid himself of heartache and distorted affection). He's mentioned it once, twice, enough

—drain yourself of all compassion, and only then will victory become achievable. 

Akashi times his arrival with the precision of someone who's given themselves completely to the future; to occurrences and outcomes, to the end results and the potential of it all. He loiters at street lights and checks the time before each crosswalk, arriving only when Midorima's nerves have short-circuited, his blood slowed to a stop.

He slides into the seat across from Midorima with practiced ease, Leviathan's manifestation lingering at the corners of his smile. "You don't have to be so formal, Shintarou," Akashi mentions, gesturing for Midorima to take his seat.

"It's only me, after all."

[whyght-blog-deactivated20170826]

Again and again would Subaru be pestered to come to class by either teachers to fellow classmates.

Most of the time he ignored them, claiming it was too troublesome for someone like him to attend class in the first place. However it was a double edged sword in the same vein — as the constant pestering got to be annoying in place of actually attending class. Though that wasn’t the case today at least, Subaru having avoided classes for another day whilst moving through out the halls. Yet what he hadn’t avoided was a particularly notable classmate from his law class for as soon as he had turned a sharp corner, he had collided with Akashi abruptly.

There wasn’t an apology or much recognition for the collision in the first place, no, the only thing Subaru ended up saying was a single thing.

"Aah? You. You’re in one of my classes, aren’t you?"

[emperoredeye-blog]

With permission, Akashi had been released early from class to hang flyers for the basketball club—which was a relatively smooth process, given the fact no one took to bothering him all too often (kings stood above the crowd, of course, but emperors stood above the universe in its entirety). 

However, the stemming feeling of relief and the sanctity of silence all but came to an abrupt stop once someone rounded the next corner, colliding into Akashi with a sense of forcefulness that left him swaying on his feet and left the remaining flyers scattered across the ground. With a tiny, albeit irritable sigh, he bent to retrieve the rest of the flyers, only pausing to glance up when the other boy spoke.

He stood, with the poise of an heir and the authority of an emperor, and eyed Subaru with mild interest, tilting his head slightly when he spoke, "We share a law class."

"You should be more aware of your surroundings."

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[emperoredeye-blog]

{ bloodsport } | yuma

He appears unguarded and unyielding, begging them to challenge his authority (and they disappoint, like always). Instead, they split themselves into two to create a buffer between them and himself, ignoring the fact that he could craft them into victors with his own two hands

—and he wonders, do they truly favor the taste of loss that much?

It's no matter to him, he knows; after all, he'll win either way. He's always been dusted in gold and adorned with laurels, the opponent's loss trapped securely in a vice-like grip (because he couldn't bear the thought of even toeing the line of defeat).

He forgets it, he ignores the looks of loathing twisted into their features, and he stands above them all—an emperor among kings. 

(It's always been easy to dismiss those below you.)

When Akashi's seated on the centermost spot of the locker room bench, unlacing sneakers and wearing apathy like a second skin, Yuma's presence drifts over him (all-consuming, hard to ignore; much like his own).

"Did you need something?"

[rose-violet-lily-and-sakura-blog]

Meet the Muse

[brynhildring]

LEGAL NAME: Akashi Seijuurou

ALIAS[ES]: Aka-chin, Akashicchi, Sei-chan, uhh

DATE OF BIRTH:  December 20th

GENDER | SPECIES:  Male | Human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Somewhere in Japan

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS:  Ringo Dorm, 012

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese 

EDUCATION: High school

OCCUPATION: Student 

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: No | No | No

LIKE[S]: Shogi, international chess, go (wei-qi), horse riding, basketball (debatable), ???

DISLIKE[S]:  Disobedience, seaweed, who knows

FEAR[S]:  Losing (?)

PERSONALITY TRAITS: Charismatic, polite, decisive, authoritative, absolute lol.....

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIRCOLOR: Red

EYE COLOR: Right eye is red / Left is gold (Heterochromia) 

HEIGHT:  173 cm / 5'8"

TATTOOS:  None

PIERCINGS:  None

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]:  None

PARENT[S]: Father + Mother (deceased)

CHILDREN:  None

PET[S]: Horses

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: lol

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: lol

[hanatabawo]

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ものすごい勢いで転がるようにハマってて笑います・・・・こんなつもりじゃ・・・・・・・・・・・・・

[anmesiac]

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[emperoredeye-blog]

the only risk is that you'll go insane

[imayoshis]

In this world, winning is everything. Winners are affirmed completely and losers are denied completely. I’ve never lost at anything before and I never will. Because I always win and I am always right.

[hanatabawo]

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