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Tatsuya Himuro tracking: hothearteddragon m!a: accepting Independent KNB rp blog Multi-ship & crossover friendly

[kanariiya]

You’re not my mother. I’m grateful you taught me to play basketball but…

[soulfullofsilver]

Send my muse one of the following:

[hothearteddragon]

[ text: wrong number ]: Yeah no [  my muse’s name ] and I are just friends. [ text: wrong number ]: [  my muse’s name ] doesn’t mean anything to me. Stop worrying. [ text: wrong number ]: Don’t worry, I’m sick of [ my muse’s name ], I’m done. [ text: wrong number ]: It’s just a game to me. [ text: wrong number ]: Sometimes I’m just glad [ my muse name ] and I are over. [ text: wrong number ]: I hate [ my muse name ] so much. [ text: wrong number ]: [ my muse name ] doesn’t mean a thing to me. [ text ]: Sometimes I get tired of all this. [ text ]: You’re not worth it. [ text ]: Why don’t we not talk for a while? [ text ]: I’m done. [ text ]: Don’t come near me. [ text ]: How can you do this to me? [ text ]: If you don’t know what you want then I do— out. [ text ]: Do you feel good knowing you have this power over me? [ text ]: Why don’t you go to him/her instead? [ text ]: I don’t care about you. [ text ]: Stop kidding yourself. [ text ]: Did you really think you mattered? [ text ]: Don’t bother [ text ]: I knew this wasn’t going to last. [ text ]: I don’t think I can do this anymore. [ text ]: I don’t care. [ text ]: You never mattered. [ text ]: I never mattered to you. I know that now. [ text ]: I see the way you look at him/her. [ text ]: Stop wasting my time. [ text ]: You’re just a waste of time. [ text ]: I don’t want to hear it. [ text ]: You’re a monster. [ text ]: I was wrong. [ text ]: You don’t care, do you? [ text ]: Don’t pretend that you care. [ text ]: Stop. Just stop. [ text ]: I don’t want you back. [ text ]: I hate you. [ text ]: You know, I’m glad we’re over. [ text ]: I’m tired of waiting.

[sakuraikazuaki1111-deactivated2]

[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

[hothearteddragon]

[heterochromatic-king-deactivate]

[Greeting Starter~]

[heterochromatic-king-deactivate]

    Akashi let out a small sound at that, his fingers moving to set up the shogi board once again so it was ready for whenever he wanted to use it. “You are Atsushi’s teammate,” he stated, an eyebrow raised. “Himuro Tatsuya, what brings you here?” he questioned, motioning for the other to sit down. Now that the other was present anyways, then he might as well update himself.

"Sit down. Then we can have a talk," he ordered, his hand moving out to the half-filled teacup on the side. Taking a sip, he relished in the taste of the jasmine tea and eyed the black haired male in mild interest. "Are you taking good care of Atsushi?" he questioned, because who didn’t know how much that boy needed someone to look after him.

[hothearteddragon]

          It wasn't a question, more of a declaration really, yet the ravenette gave a curt nod of his head almost as if to reaffirm the knowledge--- though it was quite clear how inessential the gesture was. "You can call me Tatsuya." He interjected, growing up in the states had made it so he was more familiarized with being referred to by his first name rather than his surname. At first the transition from one language to the other was difficult, his Japanese  had been rough around the edges, and more than once he'd caught himself unwittingly speaking English. Thankfully enough, he adapted quickly and all of that was a thing of the past. "Who's to say? Curiosity, perhaps?" Giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders Tatsuya conveyed his impassive take on the matter. Not really concerned with just how this meeting had come to be but rather more attentive as to where it was headed.

          Humoring the red-head was probably the smart thing to do but it wasn't that ideal which drove Tatsuya to make himself comfortable in the chair adjacent to Akashi. No, it was his own inquisitiveness which had him hooked. At the mention of his teammate the shooting guard's lip quirked upwards for all of a second, "He's a bit of a handful at times," Not to say he truly minded all that much. "but I do my best."

[hothearteddragon]

"I can’t believe you talked me in to this."

          That was difficult to believe given everything Tatsuya had already managed to goad Atsushi into since they’d met. By now the shorter male knew just about every button to push in order to get his way and while he tried not to take advantage sometimes the allure was too great to resist. Like now, for instance. At first all he’d wanted to do was play pool but after watching the giant try his hand at it Tatsuya decided it was much more fun to observe from the sidelines.

          “I actually think you’re beginning to get the hang of it.” More or less. "Besides, who else am I supposed to play with?”

[unforeseenzone]

He was no good at this game. It was all about precision and focus…in other words, the things he lacked. Not to mention that the game was so boring. And now Himuro was trying to teach him to play as well? He could just feel that smug smile on the other’s face as he tried to aim the…whatever the hell you called the stick thing…at one of the cue balls. “Muro-chin, I can’t understand why you love this game so much…” He tried hitting the ball but he used too much force, causing the ball to bounce off the pool table. “Dammit…” He turned to look at Himuro. “Maybe ask…ahh…Fuku-chin, or Wei-chin?” Or someone who can actually tolerate this game.

[hothearteddragon]

          By now it was safe to say that billiards was most certainly not Atsushi’s game. That coupled with the fact that Tatsuya was practically exuding complacency as he watched the taller male try — and ultimately fail — over and over again wasn’t exactly helping anything either. "Maybe try a gentler approach." Tatsuya proposed, grateful that he was able to maintain a leveled comportment as Atsushi turned to face him. He didn’t want to hurt his feelings, after all. On top of which he was almost certain that if he caught him outright laughing it would bring the sport to a close. "Are you trying to say you don’t want to play with me, Atsushi?" As if that hadn’t been blatantly obvious from the very beginning.

[hothearteddragon]

"I can’t believe you talked me in to this."

          That was difficult to believe given everything Tatsuya had already managed to goad Atsushi into since they’d met. By now the shorter male knew just about every button to push in order to get his way and while he tried not to take advantage sometimes the allure was too great to resist. Like now, for instance. At first all he’d wanted to do was play pool but after watching the giant try his hand at it Tatsuya decided it was much more fun to observe from the sidelines.

          “I actually think you’re beginning to get the hang of it.” More or less. "Besides, who else am I supposed to play with?”

[hothearteddragon]

"I hope you're happy."

          A heavy scarcely audible exhale parted Tatsuya’s lips before he could so much as think to reign it in as he turned to face his brother. How could four words cut him so deeply when they’d been exhorted by his own actions? Not that he expected Kagami to so much as try to understand where he was coming from. Tatsuya knew the red-head like the back of his hand, knew that temper of his often got in the way of rational thought and there was very little that could be said or done to change that; though he had to admit he’d gotten better about keeping a cool head since leaving America. Perhaps, had Kagami finished what they’d started all those years ago instead of taking it easy on him they wouldn’t be here but inwardly the ravenette dismissed that notion. It was his fault, his ultimatum, his decision that had led to this point and still his pride refused to allow him to regret it. No matter that he was likely hurting the both of them in the process.

           ”Surely you didn't come all this way just to berate me, Taiga.” Tatsuya stated flatly, brushing the other’s words off as though they had no impact at all.

[malevolentqueen-archive]

send my muse one of these:

"I hope you’re happy."

"I can’t believe you talked me in to this."

"I have an idea…"

"What the hell did you do?"

"Did you do this?"

"You look better in that than I did."

"Is it supposed to do that?"

"I’m pretty sure I like you."

"I’m pretty sure I don’t like you."

"How do I do this?"

"Why are you taking so long?"

"Have you seen my pants?"

"Was it something I said?"

"Can you zip me up?"

"I love yooo-ur hair."

[heterochromatic-king-deactivate]

[Greeting Starter~]

hothearteddragon

theredtaiga

touou-goban

wickedhanamiya

tigeronthethreshold

   Akashi sat with a shogi piece in his hand, heterochromatic eyes staring at the intruder. Placing the shogi piece down on the board while keeping eye contact with the person who had entered without knocking. Hearing a small gasp from his opponent, he allowed a small smirk to surface, showing that he knew that he had just won the game without even looking. “Weak,” he muttered, his eyes now turning towards his opponent who was close to tears. “Out before I force you,” his booming voice pierced the room, his opponent hurrying out before he once again turned his attention towards the intruder.

          –”To turn out in such an impolite manner is quite distasteful, I hope you have a good excuse for your improper behavior.”

[hothearteddragon]

          Under any other typical circumstance Tatsuya would have immediately apologized for his sudden, albeit unintended, intrusion. It wasn't as if he often made a habit of arbitrarily barging in where he wasn't expected, much less welcome, but as the shooting guard opened his mouth to spew some vindication for his actions the shorter male beat him to the punch. And then there was something, some underlying tone, in the way he not only acted but spoke as well which caused the raven-haired teen to bite back any explanation he was about to supply. He wasn't obligated to justify his actions, after all. Even if that particular view might not be shared with the only other remaining occupant of the room.

          "I'm afraid to say I haven't." Tatsuya admitted, tone wavering on indifference as he scrutinized the red-head. "Nothing that would qualify as a good excuse, anyway."

[askjackofthefrost]

Reblog this if you like to RP with people for more reasons than simply wanting their Muse to be in love with yours. If you actually enjoy building a relationship (whatever kind it may be) between them, rather than just starting out with the pure intent of making their Muse love yours.

It’s just a little annoying when I feel that somebody is trying to force my Muse into a relationship. If it so happens that one develops between them while we RP than that’s great, I love it when that happens, but I’m not going to change my Muse’s personality simply to suit your want for them to love yours.

[hothearteddragon]

'murasakibarawr:

The thought of it boiled inside of him, until it irritated him on the surface. “..Now I’m to angry to sleep.” He voiced his thoughts out loud sitting up from his comfortable position. 

          "Sorry." He amends in the hopes of quelling some of the anger he'd provoked, even if the knowing smirk that's etched over his lips suggests he's really not. "But you shouldn't be sleeping at this time of day anyway." 

[frommemetoyou]

Send me "INTERRUPTION"

I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-31 to see how your muse interrupts mine! Mixture of safe & nsfw.

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[respectthecchi]

Charming gold eyes dart from the photo he was signing to Himuro. Kise was still curious about the shooting guard from Yosen— the guy who knew Kagami as a brother.

      “Oh! No wait, I’m almost done I promise!” He called, rushing a little bit and apologizing to the girls who were grateful to meet him either way.

[hothearteddragon]

Upon registering the other's reluctance for him to part Himuro's attention fell caught; all intent of leaving vanished almost instantaneously. It was one thing for him to take interest in Kaijo's small forward. The generation of miracle's so called copy cat. That was to be expected. This, whatever prompted Kise's curiosity, was far more of an enigma to the shooting guard. One he wouldn't mind sticking around to solve, at that.

Nonetheless, Himuro gave no indication that the model had actually succeeded in evoking his interest. Instead sticking to his accustom, apathetic state he seemingly mulled over whether or not he felt like waiting though his mind had been made up long ago.

          "Take your time."  He hums finally, deciding it's actually rather amusing to watch the group of girls congregated around the blonde vie for his attention.

[lauriestrode]

5/10 characters that resemble of me: Himuro Tatsuya (KnB) ”Don’t expect life to be fair”

[murasakibarawr-deactivated20150]

"Then can I sleep instead ~..?"

[hothearteddragon]

         "You're going to have to practice sooner or later."  A brief pause, a mere moment of silence, spent before Himuro ultimately gave into the temptation of baiting the other. Just a little. "Unless, of course, you're keen on losing."

[murasakibarawr-deactivated20150]

hothearteddragon 

"Murochin… I’m tired.. I don’t feel like practicing today."

[hothearteddragon]

         "That's what you always say, Atsushi."