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@hakuryx
PSA. if you ever write me a starter, i will like it as soon as i see it before drafting it. so if i never reply to it & i never liked it, it’s because i didn’t see it. i swear i’d never leave a starter hanging, but there’s a lot of things i don’t see until way later & i don’t want people to think they’re wasting their time when really i’m probably dying to see your starter & just never did.
Belial by 襲釗
malfunctioning vending machines weren’t UNCOMMON but what was uncommon, was vending machines malfunctioning in your favour. there have been many times where nanami tried buying herself a drink only it NEVER gave her the drink, and just ate her money instead ( she usually just kicked it a few times before it finally did ) but never before had it given her TWO for the price of one. it may be a silly thing to be o v e r j o y e d about but nanami didn’t care, she was just too HAPPY to have been given two juice boxes for the price of one. so much so she was she was willing to SHARE —– mainly to gloat —– her prize with someone. ❛❛ hey do you want a juice box?? the machine gave me two instead of one, isn’t that great!! ❜❜
starter | @hakuryx
It’s a hot summer day, the kind of day were if you stepped outside you would most certainly be drenched in a lightning-gold, dawn gaze. It was the perfect day to escape! Listen to the purr-and-pound of the gentle swell of the ocean. Unfortunately, the rhythmic and mesmerizing sounds of the oceans wouldn’t be enough to pull his nose out of the books. Hakuryuu figured that must be why everything was quite blissful, looking around and finding that his surroundings were surprisingly spacious.
However, as eerie as this may be, he found it rather pleasant. Hakuryuu was known for being a solitary person. It’s only when he realizes someone causing a racket a little ways away. A question comes to draw attention, and drew attention it has. His head tilting; signs of amusement finding it’s way to a person. “I don’t know if you haven’t noticed but nobody is around.”
who do you prefer to date - alibaba or judal?
“Under what impression did you think I would ever be interested in either of them? I’m not going to live a life depending on who I’m going to marry. That’s why I’m going out to find Judar. ”
veritasinsomnis:
I am… not a chronologically locked rp blog.
That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed ‘timeline’ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.
For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like… a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together.
judar + callling hakuryuu his king
Bring Me The Horizon- Deathbeds
AU : college + part-time job
Threadbare and dark branches allow gobs of powdery snow between their winter-brittle bodies. Ice treacherously skirts the cement steps that lead him away from campus – hastily scraped away as a service to its students though the handrails still remain glossed and slippery; dangerously translucent. Judar wrenches his fingers away with a scowl, curling frostbitten and red-tipped fingers into the limited warmth of his opposite palm.
Thankfully, the destination isn’t far. He makes his way through the uppermost parking lot; quickly beats the path of winding sidewalks over frozen earth, and while his heart doesn’t quite pound with the anticipation of showing up for his newly obtained job Judar can at least look forward to a heated building for the remainder of the afternoon. The campus bookstore moonlights as a student café and comes into view at the foot of a particularly slushy set of stairs - as the soles of his shoes skid over an unseen sheet of ice, he murmurs aloud that maybe “looking forward” couldn’t be less of an understatement.
The door chimes as he lets himself in. Judar notes the heavy festive bells tied to the knob on the inside, takes the place in as the central heating immediately permeates his miserable pores. Behind the counter, he notices, is another young man around his age - mismatched eyes and a watery mouth that softens as he politely beckons the last of his customers from their place in line. Cute, he supposes, if a little sad. His lips curve upward in a catlike grin as he slinks over, waiting for the customers to take their leave, wider as they finally walk away.
“Hey,” he says, a playful lilt to his voice as he leans across the counter. “I’m Judar. Guess we’ll be working together from now on.”
He held a couple of brown, paper bags in one hand and he would occasionally put one down to label another. All the while he issued forth a string of hums and nods. When he walks, he is steady on his feet. It was slowing down now and he could finally catch up on putting away today’s shipment. It wasn’t a busy day particularly, the steady flow of regulars and a few of new faces. It sometimes felt like he was working a comedy show, nearly forgetting what it was like to not be asked about the scars on his face.
Hakuryuu has a strange appearance, almost as if it was contrived. His expression had sad, way worn eyes and a distinctive burn. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to noses wrinkled in disgust and the wandering eye peeling away as soon as his made eye contact. Yet, he remembered that it didn’t matter. The coffee shop filled with the richness of aromas and distinctive flavors when compared to the ‘bad’ it was hard to consider one bad customer while working in a place like this. His safe haven.
No time does he have to mull over the restless weariness people have. A customer waits, politely, and orders something from the menu. She’s dainty, still preoccupied with the selection. His lips quirk and glint, head quirking to the side to spill silken tresses about his shoulder. If only to satiate her own curiosity at the menu, and pointing out a few to her. For that she gives thanks and orders, and he agreed. It’s all done within a matter of minutes and her knobbly fingers pays and bids her goodbye.
A chorus of chimes that cascades it’s harmonious melody. He shuffled uncomfortably as he’s surprised by a voice. Judar, who his mother had mentioned to him over a short conversation. He’s to be taken under his wing and shown the ropes of the coffee shop. “You’re a little late, aren’t you? Is this going to be a habit of yours?” Hakuryuu moved on, picking up where he last off, labeling the rest of the fresh supply. “Anyway, my name is Hakuryuu.”
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
“Curse your fate, fight your destiny, kill your god…even if you turn the world against you, I will be your last ally.” - My feelings of JuHaku.
In the face of that which haunts, there is no hindrance and much is the same now. For him to know, to speak to him on a level of notoriety and understanding either held an aspect of insurmountable prophecy or danger. It must be the natural order of all things, for his faulty falls with the death of mankind in a warriors with true purpose. Hakuryuu could ask Judar what side he claims to serve but if they were so alike, no answer could truly pour from his lips.
Double-edged blade of brutality, hovering between sanity and insanity. He wondered if their existence was a juggling act, balancing one half of himself against the weight of another. ━ They became chaos, war.
However, he was bathed in justice and swathed in the light brought forth under the plumage of carnage. Silence, in it’s oddity, standing as a singular reward. A foreign place for two good friends. A flickering flame to the light on tinder soaked in the mournful wastes of mortality. Sorrowful almost he feels whilst he walks towards Judar. Plume of cosmic Rukh take flight, rotating around him - booming timbre of righteous order.
Judal(Kimura Ryohei) & Hakuryuu (Ono Kensho)
You could ask him to kill for you & he would, though you never do because you like how he instinctively moves to protect you without you saying anything.
This man has done bad things; they’ve nested in his bones, they make him move like his love for you does.
She was intriguing in many ways, he liked the way her smile compliments those peculiar, compelling oddities. If he were to return her smile, it would not nearly be as wide or bright. There was an innocence that lingered here, completely unafraid. Blinking, the air was light, almost feathery around him. Her existence sang of home. Small graces always seem to bleed a familiar thankfulness.
In comparison, Hakuryuu was a lot more serious. And yet, here he sat, naive as always. Unchanged, unaware. Still a prince, some would say. A pawn, a pawn — used by deception alone. Somewhere, lying quiet in a pit of subconscious, he would know. But the surface only waited with eagerness for more, no metaphorical meaning dwelling within. It’s simply about understanding. That’s apart of life. One wonder ever vigilantly across the course of life. Puzzling and perilous. A smile is one of the best gifts, truly.
Glass Animals - Holiest (feat. Tei Shi)
