DECEPTION.*

independent & selective role-play blog for fushimi saruhiko of k.

[calamitus]

❛  i’m not quite sure what it means to mourn.  /  art by yoshitaka amano.

[inscaria]

d-aisanokensha​.

And he, in turn, would be lying if he said it’s not second nature at this point. Perhaps it’s the way the other stiffens at the mere sound of his voice. Perhaps it’s the skittish way his eyes dart about without ever meeting Mikoto’s. Hell, it’s probably the glasses, too. Something about his appearance makes him irresistible in a way that prompts Mikoto to squeeze him for more than just his lukewarm reactions.

“Huh.” A suspicion. Strange way to say ’I always knew you were an asshole’.

“You scared I’ll make fun of you?” Because he will. One of these days, he’ll accidentally give voice to something he never meant to say out loud, and it’ll be over for Fushimi in an instant. Especially now that they’re on speaking terms. Poor kid.

    HIS GAZE LINGERS , drifting away with the subtle furrow of his brow when mikoto speaks. the corner of his lips downturn slightly with annoyance, but the feeling is far more directed towards himself than the one taunting him.  ‘ tch, why am i still talking to him, anyway ? ’  fushimi thinks, berating himself for flustering  &  allowing such a person to always be one step ahead of him. it’s really just embarrassing.

    “ i’m not scared, ”  he grumbles. hates how his confidence crumbles like this, but notes that he’s at least come so far as to be able to respond without stammering like a teenage girl.  (  not that he should ever have acted such a way in front of a king  /  it can’t be helped.  )  purposefully relaxing his muscles, fushimi peers at the bar.

    “ it’s not like anything you can say would get to me, anyway. ”

[inscaria]

@d-aisanokensha​​:   here's some breakfast. it's fucking disgusting, but he's forcing fushimi to eat his rubbery eggs and burned toast just by staring at him anyway.

    “ ... uh,”  fushimi starts, and can’t quite find it in himself to finish. his gaze flickers from the plate being held out to him and to the red king’s face.  no matter what way he looks at it, this  comes across as a threat.  ‘ i’m really meant to eat that ? ’  no way in hell. there are a plethora of questions racing through his skull, one of which glazes over the idea mikoto did this for him, the other being how.

    then again, seeing the state of the food...  ‘ how isn’t really all to surprising, is it ? ’  fushimi digresses;  he wants to say no,  but something sticks in his throat  &  renders him speechless, as it often does in the red king’s presence.  (  maybe if i just take it from him, then ...  )  so he does. surprising to nobody, mikoto doesn’t budge.

    “ i’m not really ... ”  damnit, what the hell is with this guy’s aura being so intimidating ?  did he poison the eggs, or something ?  with pursed lips, fushimi peers down at the sad breakfast before him.  ‘ ah, why does it still feel like he’s still watching me ... ’  the thought has him tense. had this happened to anyone else he’d have found it comedic. taking a deep breath, the red clansman lifts a piece of toast.

    “ alright, then ... ”  he murmurs, nose scrunching a little in anticipation.  when he bites down into the toast, it’s no better or worse than he’d expected. still, fushimi strains to maintain a passive demeanour.  ‘ if he did this on purpose, i’ll kill him.  ’  pathetic taste  &  aggressive thoughts aside, there’s something warm about it  ——  and not just burnt. to have something made for him, is ...

    “ erm ...  thank you for the meal. ”

[inscaria]

KNIVES.

as a hidden weapons user it’s no surprise that fushimi is proficient at handling and using them, but the little tricks he’s able to perform with them are more the outcome of hours spent fiddling with them out of idle anxiety. in order to become as skilled  /  as precise as he is, fushimi has spent a lot of time practicing on make-shift targets  &  the like.  in social situations where he’s uncomfortable,  he’ll sometimes twirl it about his fingers and focus on trying to avoid causing harm to himself. others,  (  more-so, when he is alone  )  he’ll do stupid, dangerous things like that one knife game  /  five-finger fillet. although it would be anxiety-inducing to most people, he’s so accustomed to those sorts of things that it acts as stress relief of sorts.

[aizensosukes]

“I’m not so stupid as to fall for the same trick over and over.”

[mpreg-harrystyles]

forgive and forget?? haha no resent and remember

[inscaria]

    he’s gonna put a dagger right through that phone,,,,,

[inscaria]

nonverbal rp starters.  ||  @d-aisanokensha​​​​:   💪 ( can you... imagine... ) 💪 //  to pick my muse up.

    IT’S MORTIFYING,  to be found in such a pathetic state by his former king. to have him stand there watching with that blank stare of his, even more-so. although fushimi tries to channel these feelings into aggression, the anxiety bubbling under his skin has his fingers tremoring.  (  tch, just when things couldn’t get any worse ...  )  he supposes, to think that in the first place would only tempt fate.

    his evasive stare rises, fixing upon the red king as he steps closer.  ‘  ...  and closer, and closer. ah ——   wait, what the hell is he doing ? ’  although he tries to convince himself:  it’s a coincidence, he’s probably going to walk past  &  go about his day like nothing happened... somehow, he’s inclined to believe only the former. 

    when mikoto crouches  /  he freezes.  it’s as though time is at a standstill. there’s too much going through his head, and a lack of confidence to articulate it.

    “ ... m-mikoto san, ”  he stammers, heart plummeting into his throat. berating himself for sounding so shaken up, fushimi attempts to settle his nerves. it becomes increasingly more difficult to do so when he’s effortlessly scooped up, bloody leg and all. if anyone were to see this, he’d never live it down.

    never.  he doubts mikoto cares.

    “ ——  what the hell are you doing ? ”   we aren’t allies,  he doesn’t say.

[akirakurussu]

Can you blame me? In the end, I wasn’t like you and the others. Leaving was inevitable.

[inscaria]

last of us sentence starters.  |  @soulcrux​​:  ❝ you’re pissed, but you’re not going to do anything. ❞

    “ stop talking like you know me ! ”  he snaps, something ugly and repressed and malicious twisting in his gut  /  surging through his veins like a poison. fingers snap around mei’s neck, grasping at his throat.  ‘ like hell i won’t do anything, ’  he thinks. this guy’s a criminal,  &  an almost-unrivalled pain in the ass. even so, fushimi hesitates. he hesitates, and he hates that he does. can’t understand why.

    to act on his rage would be to differ from that person.  to cause harm through means of violence, rather than posing empty and terrifying threats:  it’s different. right ?  (  just look at you, now. too weak to even prove yourself  /  to prove that you aren’t the same.  )  with his jaw clenched so hard it aches, the blue clansman tightens trembling fingers about the other’s throat.  ‘ no matter what, i won’t ... ’  he is silent, eyes fixed on mei’s. subconsciously, his grip eases.

    as though licked by a self-inflicted flame, fushimi tugs his arm back. he is still tense, all nerves and fumes —  but he takes a moment to gather himself;  what’s left of himself to gather in the moment.  ‘ they’re all just excuses. ’  everything. no matter what, that person follows. no matter what, they grow into one another. stepping away now  (  while he still has the coherency to do so )  is the best thing to do. right ?

    “ tch ... ”  perhaps what angers him the most is that he’s right. or, maybe, it’s the way he sees someone else’s reflection in provocative amber eyes. it makes no difference, fushimi decides. jittering  &  flexing his fingers, he turns from mei.  ‘ hah ...  the line between running away and stepping away from something unpleasant again, isn’t it ? ’  peering over his shoulder, his eyes narrow.  

    “ don’t follow me, bastard. ”

[inscaria]

d-aisanokensha​.

Obscured by a plume of smoke, he hums, narrowed eyes darting to where the other’s seated. His brief moment of distraction allows Mikoto to watch him unimpeded: from the rigid set of his shoulders to his curling and uncurling fingers, Mikoto doesn’t bother to read him beyond what he can decipher at first glance. He doesn’t like to be psychoanalyzed by his peers, and he doubts Fushimi enjoys it either.

“Don’t like making sense,” he admits without context, but it sounds comprehensible enough when he plays it back to himself, tilting his head to idly muster the wainscot of Izumo’s bar. Kings aren’t rational creatures, purely based on experience. At least, he doesn’t try to be. Rationality would ruin him faster than any of his other less pressing concerns.

“Though it just sounds like yer asking to be bullied.”

    FIDDLING WITH   the cravat of his costume, fushimi decidedly shrugs his coat off. the others might yell at him for it, but right now they seem preoccupied enough to dissuade any immediate concern.  ‘ is it just me, or is it stuffy in here ? ’  he wonders, lips pursed and gaze low as he neatly folds the tacky coat  &  cape combo on his lap. it’s only upon hearing the king speak again that he hesitates, glancing up.

    ‘ the hell is that supposed to mean ... ’  he thinks. decides there’s no point in trying to understand what it is that’s going through mikoto’s head at any given moment  /  though he’d be lying if he claimed to be entirely disinterested. though fushimi is loathe to admit it, the king’s next words have him at a loss for words. 

    “  ——  huh ? ”  perhaps not an entire loss. subconsciously, fingers grasp at the coat he’d been passively patting down. he’s beginning to suspect his suspicions regarding mikoto’s troublesome nature weren’t entirely unwarranted, after all.  ( ...  it’s not that:  he wants to say, but something like ‘i’m more comfortable here’  is out of the question.  )  the thought has him shifting, eyes passively narrowing.  

    “ ah...  i had a suspicion mikoto-san was the type. ”

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[inscaria]

    my soul for a niki or kisa to write with

[inscaria]

post 3-5 songs that remind you of your muse. repost, don’t reblog.

overthinker  //   all so-called civilized peoples have increasingly become crazy and self-destructive because through excessive thinking they have lost touch with reality.

own me  //    you say you got a plan for me, that you always wanna stand with me. say you better tread carefully, yeah. wish that you could just abandon me. you can pay what you want but you're never gonna own me.

dramaturgy  //  i’m trapped, suffocating on this tiny stage. by the last act i realize that i want to get away. every single one of us was performing. towards the ending credits we’re all running. hey, everyone, time to act our hearts out now that there’s nobody watching us.

afraid  //  when I wake up, i'm afraid somebody else might take my place. when i wake up, i'm afraid somebody else might end up being me.

without the lights  //  watch all the torches go out one at a time. the world gets darker every night, cause I see it all  /  without the lights.

tagged by:  @kaigyokus​​   🔪 tagging:  go ahead

[inscaria]

last of us sentence starters.  |  @safaerax​​​:   ❝ i understand it’s not easy to trust a stranger. ❞ // from kuroh !

    NO SHIT.  this guy must take him for an idiot. to suggest he trust a stranger is one thing, but to suggest he trust the likes of this mutt is another. fushimi struggles to place trust in those who show him genuine kindness  /  someone who has harmed his allies  &  meddled with the tasks he and his subordinates were expected to carry out is something else entirely. despite all of this, some part of him is curious.

    ——  willing to hear him out,  as ridiculous as the premise might be when approached from a logical standpoint. ah ...  ‘ since when did i begin to sound so much like the captain ?  maybe it’s just my imagination. ’  the look on his face is uncomfortable;  does little to disguise his irritation, nor his disbelief. what a pain.

    “ more than  ‘ not being easy ’,  it would just be stupid. ”  fushimi is blunt, but conveys no particular resentment. hands stuffed into his pockets and demeanour as sour as he feels  (  a person can only function coherently for so long on little more than tinned coffee  )  the blue clansman huffs a sigh from his nostrils.

    “ ... but if i was to theoretically place trust in a stranger, ”  he begins, gaze drifting towards kuroh.  “ i’d need concrete reason to believe there was reason to do so. a common interest. something mutually beneficial. ”  perhaps  a common enemy  would have been a better example  /  fushimi digresses. his eyes flutter closed, head rolling to the side  &  shoulders shrugging half-heartedly.  “ so get to the point. ”

[x0401x]

tiny saruhiko + rubik’s cube

[edenmemes]

last of us sentence starters

❝ i know you’re dying to say something to me. ❞ ❝ you’re a fucking animal. ❞ ❝ i love how you think you’re better than me. but you’re not. ❞ ❝ holy shit. you got blood all over you. ❞ ❝ you get people desperate enough they’ll just about do anything. ❞ ❝ everything’s cool. this place is not creepy at all. ❞ ❝ you can still do the right thing here. ❞ ❝ i don’t like company. ❞ ❝ it didn’t have to be this way, you know. you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ you still remember how to kill, right? ❞ ❝ i knew you had heart. ❞ ❝ our luck had to run out sooner or later. ❞ ❝ no matter how hard you try, i guess you can’t escape your past. ❞ ❝ yeah, you keep telling yourself that bullshit. ❞ ❝ we can all be poetic and just lose our minds together. ❞ ❝ after all we’ve done. after everything i’ve been through. it can’t be for nothing. ❞ ❝ i can’t imagine losing someone you love like that. losing everything that you know… ❞ ❝ run, little rabbit, run. ❞ ❝ you just kinda seem extra quiet today. ❞ ❝ i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar. ❞ ❝ you think you know me, huh? ❞ ❝ and if i say no? ❞ ❝ i have to do this. i don’t know what else to say. ❞ ❝ whatever it is you think you’re going through right now is nothing to what i have been through. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna make it. ❞ ❝ you have no idea what i’m capable of. ❞ ❝ do you have any idea how many men we’ve lost here today? ❞ ❝ i might’ve done that if you didn’t try to fucking kill me. ❞ ❝ you can come around. you’re loyal. you have heart, and you’re special. ❞ ❝ stay down. don’t let them see you. ❞ ❝ i needed him alive. ❞ ❝ you are treading on some mighty thin ice here. ❞ ❝ how many close calls have we had? ❞ ❝ admit that you wanted to get rid of me the whole time! ❞ ❝ is this all they really had to worry about? boys. movies. deciding which shirt goes with which skirt…it’s bizarre. ❞ ❝ how is it that you’re never scared? ❞ ❝ how about ‘it was either him or me. thanks for saving my ass!’. you got any of that for me? ❞ ❝ okay…well…have a good night. ❞ ❝ do you even realize what your life means? running off like that…putting yourself at risk…it’s pretty goddamn stupid. ❞ ❝ i’ve seen it in my dreams. ❞ ❝ i guess we’re both disappointed at each other then. ❞ ❝ man, you hit hard. ❞ ❝ once upon a time, i had someone i cared about. ❞ ❝ you’re not gonna make it. ❞ ❝ this goes on record for the worst fucking job you’ve ever taken. ❞ ❝ you kill a lot of innocent people? ❞ ❝ you won’t survive long out there. i can protect you. ❞ ❝ the others won’t be happy about this. ❞ ❝ i shot the hell outta that guy, huh? ❞ ❝ you kill to survive…and so do i. ❞ ❝ i feel sick. ❞ ❝ you’re doing a good job. i figure you should know that. ❞ ❝ you’re pissed, but you’re not going to do anything. ❞ ❝ i ain’t telling you shit. ❞ ❝ every battle’s got a losing side. ❞ ❝ how many bullets do you have left? ❞ ❝ hey, relax. we’re safe. ❞ ❝ if you’re gonna steal, you better make sure you get away with it. ❞ ❝ no, no…this is too rich for my blood. ❞ ❝ i’m not leaving without you. ❞ ❝ to the edge of the universe and back. endure and survive. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on both sides. ❞ ❝ i wasn’t trying to disobey you back there. you were taking a while and i thought, maybe you’ve gotten into trouble.  ❞ ❝ there’s some pretty gnarly stuff in here. ❞ ❝ you don’t need to worry about me. ❞ ❝ hey, you got a second? i just want to say i’m sorry…that’s it. i won’t bring it up again. ❞ ❝ it’s the people that scare me. ❞ ❝ just so it’s out there: i can’t swim. ❞ ❝ just go! just fucking go… ❞ ❝ if you got anything to confess, this would be the place to do it. ❞ ❝ must be hard just…leaving all your stuff behind like that. ❞ ❝ not fairies though. they creep me out. ❞ ❝ we can sneak by them, even though i know that’s not your style. ❞ ❝ good? c’mon, give me details. describe it. ❞ ❝ that thing scared the shit out of me. ❞ ❝ you’re gonna be real happy you didn’t kill me. ❞ ❝ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❞ ❝ i know that you are smarter than this. ❞ ❝ well i’m the romantic type. ❞ ❝ you must be important. what’s the deal with you? ❞ ❝ to be honest, i don’t give two shits what you’re up to. ❞ ❝ ain’t a big fan of these odds. ❞ ❝ take a moment to catch your breath. ❞ ❝ it’s okay. it’s me. it’s me. it’s me. look. look…it’s me. ❞ ❝ you are making it very difficult to keep you alive. ❞ ❝ now don’t get upset. it’s not your fault. ❞ ❝ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❞ ❝ body’s not that old. keep your eyes and ears open. ❞ ❝ i believe that everything happens for a reason. ❞ ❝ you mumble in your sleep. ❞ ❝ we’re a team now. we’re gonna help each other out. ❞ ❝ you’re bleeding. ❞ ❝ guess what, we’re shitty people. it’s been that way for a long time. ❞ ❝ i’ve been quite honest with you. now i think it’s your turn. ❞ ❝ you handled yourself pretty nicely back there. ❞ ❝ get it together. we’re not alone. ❞ ❝ what are you scared of? ❞ ❝ now what? you gonna chop me up into tiny pieces? ❞ ❝ no, no…no such thing as luck. ❞ ❝ i understand it’s not easy to trust a stranger. ❞ ❝ there’s a place for you here, you know. ❞ ❝ this rain isn’t gonna do us any good. ❞ ❝ how was your morning? ❞ ❝ you really shouldn’t be out here all on your own. ❞ ❝ come on…you gotta get up. ❞ ❝ hands on your fucking head. ❞ ❝ you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you. ❞ ❝ i’ve been on quite the adventure. ❞ ❝ i got nothing but nightmares from those years. ❞ ❝ i owe you a favor. is this some kind of joke? ❞ ❝ you wanted to be left alone, remember? ❞ ❝ let me look at you. you got fucking old. ❞ ❝ what are you still doing up? it’s late. ❞ ❝ that was plan a, b, c, all the way to fucking z. ❞ ❝ please not right now. i do not have the energy for this. ❞ ❝ whoever’s hurt, you clearly care about them. ❞ ❝ any sudden moves and i’ll put one right between your eyes. ❞ ❝ everyone i have cared for has either died or left me. ❞ ❝ look the other way. i’ll make this worth your while. ❞ ❝ when i give you the signal, we run. ❞ ❝ here, lean on me. ❞ ❝ did they say how many are dead? ❞ ❝ when i was a kid i wanted to be a…a singer. ❞ ❝ whatever favors you think i owe you, it isn’t worth that much. ❞ ❝ you can’t deny that view. ❞ ❝ what makes you think i’d do this for you? ❞ ❝ i am none of your goddamn business. ❞ ❝ thanks for your heroics and all. ❞ ❝ things happen…and we move on ❞ ❝ you do what i say when i say it. we clear? repeat it. ❞ ❝ we can just keep our histories to ourselves. ❞ ❝ come on. make this easy for me. ❞ ❝ it’s like we’re on a date. ❞ ❝ there’s enough here that you have to feel some sort of obligation toward me. ❞ ❝ well is that everything you hoped for? ❞ ❝ yeah, they got a few good hits in but-look, i managed! ❞ ❝ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❞ ❝ we’re gonna get out of this. i promise. ❞ ❝ couple days from now we’ll probably be dead anyway. ❞ ❝ stay down. don’t let them see you. ❞ ❝ has anyone come in here? ❞ ❝ i was thinking, after we get back, we could take it easy for a while. ❞ ❝ what do you know about us? about me? ❞ ❝ you haven’t seen what i’ve seen. ❞ ❝ i’m not…i’m not going anywhere. ❞ ❝ define okay. ❞ ❝ fun day at work, huh? ❞ ❝ no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for. ❞ ❝ here, i got you. give me your hand. ❞ ❝ other than shitting my pants…i’m fine. ❞ ❝ sorry for stealing your horse. ❞ ❝ it’s called luck, and it’s gonna run out. ❞ ❝ do i need to remind you what is out there? ❞ ❝ we are going our seperate ways. ❞ ❝ i was on my way here, and i got jumped by these two assholes, alright? ❞ ❝ whatever it is you heard, it isn’t true okay? ❞ ❝ your watch is broken. ❞ ❝ whole building feels like it’s going to fall apart. ❞