protector.

indie / semi-selective / private mizuki of dramatical murder. side-blog to ofseragaki.

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no you’re no t…

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                     “Psh. Maybe I DON’T have anything better to do than come see one of my best friends in the hospital, damn. Thanks for reminding me I don’t have a social life, you jerk.” He was just teasing, of course. He’d been at work for the better part of the day, and he hadn’t even gone home or had lunch yet; he’d run straight to Midorijima General as soon as Haga let him off. He was never sure if Mizuki would have any visitors throughout the day, and leaving him sitting alone for days at a time was out of the question.

                      He didn’t want Mizuki to feel alone.

                      “As much fun as that sounds…I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I mean, if something happened while we were out and you needed the doctors, I’d be useless…”

   “Aw, you’re welcome, buddy. I’m always here to remind you what a loser you are.” He’s thankful, though. Really thankful. Aoba’s so intent on taking the time to be here for Mizuki. Other people visit now and then-- healed Dry Juice members ( though he can barely look them in the eye ), and even Koujaku tends to come by. But his most frequent, most anticipated visitor is Aoba.    “Besides, you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that you got a better social life than I do!”    He leans forward in bed, pushing the covers off so he doesn’t feel like such an invalid, and administers a quick nudge to Aoba’s shoulder. “Can we at least see if I can get up and sit somewhere other than this bed?”

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“Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?”

bad pick-up lines  /  @dmmd4084

   “Ah-- um-- I...”    This is just unfair. He can’t tell if Aoba’s being serious. Sure, they flirt sometimes, and Mizuki spends every time frantically keeping his composure together, and he’s starting to suspect he’s being a tad too obvious about the crush he’s been nursing on Aoba, but--   “C’mon! You shouldn’t mess with me like that.”    Their faces are still really close together. Mizuki could kiss him. Just dip his head and slot their mouths together. Would it feel warm? What would it taste like? Would his inexperience be obvious? Probably. Hell. He’s staring at Aoba’s lips. He’s doing a terrible job at joking this off.   “A-and your pick-up lines need work. Hmph.”

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SEND ME A BAD PICK-UP LINE

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“Are you a magician? When I looked at you, everyone else disappeared.” “I’ve been feeling a little off today, but you definitely turned me on.” “Can I get a picture of you? I want to show my parents what my spouse looks like.” “Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you.” “When God made you, he was showing off.” “Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?” “What time do you have to go back to Heaven?” “Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.” “I might as well call you Google, because you have everything that I’m looking for.” “Nice pants. Can I test the zipper?” “I love every bone in your body. Especially mine.” “Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Because you sure are CuTe.” “Would you like to have breakfast in bed tomorrow?” “Are you a thief? I think you just stole my heart.” “If I could change the alphabet, I’d put U and I together.” “Call life alert! I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.” “Do you have a name, or can I call you mine?” “I lost my teddy bear, can I sleep with you?” “Do you have a map? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” “Feel my shirt. You know what it’s made of? Date material.” “If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.” “There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” “On a scale of 1 to 10: You’re a 9, and I’m the 1 you need.” “I lost my number. Can I have yours?” “Let’s play Titanic. You be the ocean, and I’ll go down on you.” “Did we have a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.” “Do you have a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.” “There are 21 letters in the alphabet, right? Oh, wait. I missed ‘U’, ‘R’, ‘A’, ‘Q’, ‘T’.” “If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.” “Are you going to kiss me, or am I going to have to lie in my journal?” “I don’t have a library card, but can I check you out?” “You must be a broom, because you just swept me off your feet.” “Do you like KFC? Because you’re finger lickin’ good.” “What’s on the menu? Me-n-u.” “I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.” “Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” “You must be tired. You’ve been running through my mind all day long.”

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   “Jeez, I’m starting to think you have nothing better to do than waste your time in here with me.” Not that he doesn’t appreciate the visits. It’s dull and lonely in the hospital and Aoba’s a welcome, vibrant presence. He makes it easier to get through each day, easier to forget that he still doesn’t know how much longer he’s gotta waste away in this bed.    “Feel like hatching an escape plan? You steal a wheelchair, push me outta here and we’ll make a break for it.”

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"i am going to fight you. and i'll win!"

not a clue which meme this was  /  @arpeggxo

   “Oh will you, now?”   Mizuki’s not the big-headed type, but as the leader of the town’s best Rib team, he figures he’s earned the right to his confident grin. He’s not sure if the guy’s serious about fighting, or just spouting off words ( he doesn’t look that dangerous ), but Mizuki’s gonna make it plain that he welcomes the challenge.   “How much you wanna bet on that?”

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‘’I guess that’s right.’’

Tsukiko chuckled warmly at the comment. Now, it only seemed to be too obvious. Where would Mizuki be if he wasn’t at the bar or in the backstore? He certainly felt silly about it, but the mere thought of Mizuki suddenly disappearing from his sight alarmed him. After all, Ren was always with Aoba, right? He keeps looking out for him, telling him whenever something is odd with his body, reminding him when to take his medicine. Shouldn’t he be a bit more like that, as well?

‘’Hey, now! No need to be mean, I was worried, you know?’’

He teased back as he plopped onto the nearest stool and rested his chin in his palms. What now? Nobody seemed to have come for a tattoo, today. There had been some drawings done, but that was it, really. He wished he could help him more around the shop. Beni was doing the same for Koujaku by passing the broom after a haircut. Surely, he could do something similar to this.

‘’Don’t play with me like that~ Of course, I did!’’

   “Silly ferret.”    But it’s nice, the way Tsukiko worries about him-- the way he loyally sticks to Mizuki’s side whenever he can. Sure, it’s his duty as an Allmate, but it makes the lonelier days easier all the same.     “You know I’m always just fine. But hey, how ‘bout you make yourself useful and go sweep the floor or something?” His grin widens as he meanders over to nudge his Allmate off the stool he’s settled on. “No room for slackers around here.”    He pauses though, the playfulness melting into something a little warmer. He drops his cleaning cloth on the already-polished bar and nudges Tsukiko again, gentler. “Missed you too, though. It’s not right when you’re not with me.” He clears his throat and goes to slink away. “Alright, now get to work--!” 

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hi have a starter call bc i am trash

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‘’Mizuki!’’

The ferret allmate exclaimed happily at the sight of his owner. Gentle, soft hands slapped onto the top of the bar, oversized clothes easily swaying forward with his rash movement, the large hood once resting upon his shoulders now flopped over his head.

‘’There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!’’

Even if he had only been gone for five minutes, this was five minutes too long and he certainly didn’t appreciate it.

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   “Well, where else would I be?”    He’s got a whole establishment to tidy up before happy hour. The usual hordes of patrons will be here soon to liven the place up and Mizuki’s yet to even sweep the floors or scrub the bar. He pauses to lean over and pat his AllMate’s shoulder though, because he knows how Tsukiko worries when he’s not in the immediate vicinity.    “It’s a good thing you don’t play hide and seek. You’d be terrible at it if you took this long just to find me at the bar.” A fond, teasing smile forms. “Did you miss me that much?”

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hi have a starter call bc i am trash

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hi have a starter call bc i am trash

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*in hospital*

Mizuki: the doctor gave me the choice between a big dick or a great memory.

Aoba: Which one did you choose?

Mizuki: I don't remember.

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when u find dmmd art / amvs that include mizuki  👌👌👌👌

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Ask my muse for advice on or off anon.

this doesn’t necessarily mean it will be good advice that you should follow, fyi.

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         His grin faded almost completely by that point. Though his voice remained good-natured. “Wow, that’s mean. I guess I can just pack up my stuff and leave then. You’ll have to find a new friend to hang with and chat with while you’re standing around doing nothing. Just waiting for someone else to serve.” He puffed out his cheeks. “And I guess I don’t have to pay you either. You’re not giving me a very good service right now.”

        He’d had a good day. There were occasions that he would be depressed, but he usually preferred to just drink at home when he was like that. He usually knew that it would attract negative attention from his friends. He knew that, if Mizuki was worried, then he’d tell Aoba about his strange behavior and then… well… So he just preferred to keep to himself when he knew that he was having an off day.

        “Hey! I’m a great singer. I’d probably attract customers rather than scare them off. The music here is rather lacking. Besides,” He pointed to the drunken people that had either passed out or were about to, “I doubt that’s going to be much of a problem at this point.”

   “You’re right, you’re right,” Mizuki soothes, mouth twitching at the corners into something like a grin. “However can I serve you better, O valued customer?” He’s secure enough in their friendship to know when Koujaku’s joking around with him - but the notion of his friend abandoning him still hits hard. It’s like a punch to the gut. Don’t leave.    He can’t say those things, though. Not when they’re just having a lighthearted chat. Not when the bar’s still half-full of patrons and Mizuki has no substantial reason to even worry about being left behind. He shoves his insecurities firmly away.     “Mmhm. Maybe I can start making use of you to bring in more customers, huh? You can be the Black Needle’s attraction.” Koujaku’s not wrong, though; the majority of the remaining customers look about ready to face-plant. “I should probably start sending ‘em home. Maybe close up soon... You can stay for a few more drinks if y’want, though.”  

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[ txt Mizu ] But I like my pure unmarred skin. Also, Granny would kill you. Koujaku might, too.

   [ text: aoba ] > more scared of your granny, honestly   [ text: aoba ] > at least lemme draw on your pure unmarred skin or smth, idk