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blows dust off this blog.

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It’s been some ODD months since he & the head of the Ouran Host Club have been together --- as friends & more if he were to be honest --- so the music room has been like a second home to him. A school that SEEMED to have accepted the importance of other students making their way inside, as they welcomed them with open arms. Haru always made time to go to the Host Club after school hours as he was a valid & important guest in the matter.  Sitting next to the blonde, they were having a long conversation of movies that they liked to watched. It had seemed that he had MORE time for various genres as well as having more on his watch list than that of Suoh. A hand reached up to lightly pat the president’s head, ruffling those soft strands of blonde away from purple hues. TOUCH was predominant to them both, he had liked it if there was a little bit more -- but perhaps not in front of the all the guests. 

           ❝ COME OVER & watch some of my favorite movies with me tomorrow, I will show you some that you probably haven’t seen. I think you would like most of the comedies. ❞  HORROR didn’t seem to be the blonde’s go to, he was far too kind of well balanced to be really into scary movies with the seasons were off.  Haru seemed determined, however, to have him sit through some of the most blood curdling horror movies of all times. He would most likely have to hold the blonde close, of course, in times that it was needed. / @ouranking​

[hatsuuharu]

– like for a starter !

[sidsart]

Rin & Haru

Staring contest (initial sketch)

[hatsuuharu]

I am so excited to see you back ! I am super excited to see you back on my dashboard. Tumblr hasn't been the same without you !

/ Well guess what, nonnie. I am super SUPER excited to be back ~! I missed being here and writing with all my friends. I haven't touched this website in what feels like years (--- again ). Thank you for this nice message, amigo.

[crimson-chains]

My piece I did for the @furubazine zine I participated in ^^ Was happy to work on this very good boy :D

[hatsuuharu]

ICHIGO

❝     the  soul  society,     ❞     he  replies,  as  if  it’s  the  most  obvious  answer  in  the  world.  he  knew  little  about  The  Sun,  but  it’s  hard  to  imagine  anyone  or  anything  could  mess  with  the  seireitei.     ❝     the  gotei  would  pull  somethin’  shady  and  win  by  default.     ❞     a  shrug.  he’s  not  wrong.  it  was  hard  to  imagine  what  they  had  going  on  behind  closed  doors.

❝     ---- SOMETHING SHADY, huh.    ❞  Sounds about right, anything now a days COULD & should be counted as shady.  Though, he hadn’t the slightest as to what was going on during this conversation, perhaps he hadn’t really noticed that what was being said didn’t make much sense because of the automatic interest he had about it. Thinking about the possibility that a court of PURE SOULS was an actual place made that stare endless. ❝   What do you THINK counts as shady?   ❞    If he were to answer his own questions, anything could be chronicle to shady in this day & age.  Would someone so important of that title pull a stunt when working with someone’s soul ?

[hatsuuharu]

BOLD what applies.

I. THE FAIRY.  chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.  flirting.  walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles.  fairy rings. secret meetings.  gender nonconformity.  leather. smudged eyeliner.  forbidden fruit.

II. THE REAPER. computer errors.  a shiver down your spine.  haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks.  the scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home.  the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers.  absolution.  looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

III. THE WITCH. graffiti.  pretending to know what you’re doing.  worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface.  a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin.  sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor.  a dying rose in a jar.  wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats.  mint gum.  chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

IV. THE WOLF. murders of crows.  frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines.  soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves.  sleeping on the forest floor.  always finding your way back home.

TAGGED BY:   --- Stole ! huehue

TAGGING:   @kychma @onixiri @ardenssolis @ethaer @ouranking​ 

[hatsuuharu]

  ---  ❝ I'd avoid the sushi if I were you. It's a LITTLE fishy ❞  ba dum tis. 

[hatsuuharu]

     ❝  I hear a VOICE in the back of my head --screaming: THIS IS SUICIDE. Did you hear what I said? but then it fades into nothing with the rest of the light and sound, I feel like I'm on my way out ---- ❞    Dramatic, he sighed, resting his head against the wall while dropping his pen on the desk, watching as it rolled off the ledge & fumbled to the ground. It seemed to cease to exist after that. It was as if that too was a metaphor of his life, never once was there worth the extra effort to GET things done when needing to be done.  Perhaps Yuki would be of some help in this situation, as he seemed more prone to getting the work done when it needed to be done. Haru, however, would rather mope & sink further into that of his mattress, becoming one with the gloomy darkness that engulfed his life within his room  / STARLIGHT BRIGADE - TWRP @comunidadx for Yuki

[hatsuuharu]

LITTLE HATSUHARU THINGS –

- gives you life advice from a video game or anime but it’s relevant, promise

- drops something and stares at it in disappoint for a few seconds before picking it up

- to assume he doesn’t care because he doesn’t talk a lot is insulting

- zooming really far into someone’s face on snapchat

- how does he convey his undying love? texts you a meme at 3am

- when someone tells him that he sucks he looks them straight in the eye and says ‘ not for free’

- MYSTERY….

- measuring to see if you grew taller than him

- enjoys the little things like the  little chunk of chocolate at the bottom of the drumstick cone

- he’s so affectionate when he’s sleepy it’s disgusting

- he’s the type to  linger on a hug for just a second after you let go

- arrives late to class with a cup of starbucks

- is a secret nerd, will actually go on about the recent popular anime

- smile for the camera, time to make memories.

[hanae-ichihara]

“You’ve always been kind to her, haven’t you? Is it because you feel sorry for her? Is it pity?”

[hatsuuharu]

tofiorire asked:

literally gives him the biggest smooch in the world !!!!!

         MORE smooches would be absolutely the best gift he could ask for, pulling the other by the collar closer to himself, NOT even allowing Hikaru to move back an inch if he so pleased. There was soft little sigh after each kiss  --- nearly melting into him.    ❝ I DON’T know what I love more about you; the way you kiss, the way you taste, or the wat you happen to continue & surprise me every SINGLE day, babe. ❞     A hand pressed a hand on the other’s cheek, brushing back dark strands the best he COULD before leaning in, letting his lips brush across the man’s jawline.    ❝ MORE kisses please ---- I need them throughout the day to keep my going.   ❞     As dramatic as that seemed, he was being honest with how he felt, WHICH was becoming easier & easier to do the more he knew someone was willing to listen to him. (  UNLIKE before, he had usually kept to himself & never once was very honest but he was, especially now. )

[promethes]

sitting here. unkissed. when will it end

[hatsuuharu]

𝟎𝟏. I ALWAYS had the headcanon that Haru becomes a tattoo artist in Tokyo. He ranges from symbolic & realism to neo traditional art. His interest is horror & gore. He likes to have fun with his art and usually doesn’t accept walk ins but more so appointments where he can talk to his clients about different ideas.  Examples of his art: 

𝟎𝟐.  Haru is a highschool drop out, he DID NOT finish his senior year & hasn’t really thought about going to college.  However, his first job he snatched was at a the national art museum as a art curator assistant during the summer.  He also had worked part time at a MB T-shirt printing company. Whatever he did, he always made sure it was art related.  

𝟎𝟑. His favorite past time is playing horror video games, reading, journaling, making jewelry, watching crime shows, & sitting outside under the sun. 

𝟎𝟒.  As he gets older. Haru’s style doesn’t really change from when he was younger.  While punk fashion varies wildly, he tends to stick to that and wears nothing but variations of blacks & grays. Usually  customizing his own pants or blazers by adding pins or tears to make it more unique. 

[hatsuuharu]

. TOGA

❝    OH    WOW    THAT    WAS    REALLY    .    .    .    DESTRUCTIVE    .    ❞    smile    only    widened    ,    corners    curling    and    sharp    fangs    flashing    .    eyes    squinted    with    her    grin    ,    sparking    with    devilish    delight    .    ❝    i    kinda    like    that    .    ❞    she    tittered    ,    flush    deepening    ,    ❝    saaaaaaay    .    .    .    does    society    treat    you    badly    ?    unfairly    ?    ❞

                                  ❝  --- SOCIETY usually treats me like an outcast & that’s what I’ve always known ALL my life.    ❞        TRYING his best to calm his nerves, hands squeezed into firm fists down by his side. He was ALWAYS told to count to ten with each deep breath but there was just no HELP on the matter due to the anger he felt beginning at the tip of his toes.  EVENTUALLY, he felt like it wasn’t necessary to calm himself back down due to the fact that things were always pissing him off, which meant the ANGER remained no mater how hard he tried to forget it.  Glancing over his shoulder, eyes darted toward the one who had found it ENTERTAINING enough to strike a conversation,        ❝  --- WHAT do you want ?    ❞  

[hatsuuharu]

tofiorire asked:

as light peaks through the small cracks in their blinds , hikaru rustles awake . turning onto his right side , eyes slowly open . and the first thing he would see would be none other than his love . giving a sleepy smile , he would scoot closer to him . “ good morning, husband . “

         The FACT at all that either of them had to get up early was a crime in itself.  While the art degree from his college led him to work at a print shop for now, at least he hadn’t have to head to work for the next COUPLE hours. It meant more time to snug in bed without having to worry of an alarm alerting him of the time. It also meant WAY more time to turn over in bed. They had hurried at got themselves wed in the most simple way possible --- LIKELY out of spite of the fact that society was against their love from the very beginning but to have this, there wasn’t anything better than the feeling of WAKING up with someone who was going to be with you forever.     The smallest smile showed on his features, dried lips brushed against the other male’s nose, eyes closed again, realizing they were AWFULLY heavy.         ❝ Mmmn, five more minutes love. give me more kisses. ❞  He’d order, his hand blindly searched for the male’s hip, finger tips brushed  bare skin.