* COME AND KILL ME !

  𝖎    𝖆𝖒   𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖔𝖚𝖘  

[lawliiiiet]

𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖊,      𝖒𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 .   selective  /   private  /  indie  l  lawliiet   from   death  n*te ,  interpreted  by  jack /  est. january 2021

[lawliiiiet]

small update. i will be going on a small hiatus for maybe a month ? i'm currently working to move outta state so my focus is on that rn. you can still catch me on discord (how kaftaesque of u#6539).

[lawliiiiet]

coming back and leaving to say i think L had aspd (anti social personality disorder) i will elaborate on this later

[lawliiiiet]

small update. i will be going on a small hiatus for maybe a month ? i'm currently working to move outta state so my focus is on that rn. you can still catch me on discord (how kaftaesque of u#6539).

[lawliiiiet]

small update. i will be going on a small hiatus for maybe a month ? i'm currently working to move outta state so my focus is on that rn. you can still catch me on discord (how kaftaesque of u#6539).

[lawliiiiet]

wow it's been a minute hello

[fairlyfoxyart]

if light kill people,,, why pretty????

[lawliiiiet]

anyways last post on the matter then i’m gonna lurk but if ur spewing racist dog whistles dont get mad then try to backtrack and say that i’m misunderstanding what ur saying. no babe, i understood completely what ur saying. 

[lawliiiiet]

😊 <333333333333333333333

L  is  quick  to  hear      the  click  from  the  door,  he  could  anticipate  who  might  be  on  the  other  side.  he  let’s  out  an  exasperated  sigh,    ‘  what  do  you  want  nooni  ?  ’    he  slightly  turns  his  head  to  face  her,  dark  grey  eyes  indicating  his  annoyance,  ‘      you  have  to  promise  not  to  make  a  noise.  when  i’m  done  we  can  talk.  ’  it  was  uncertain  when  L  would  be  done  with  work,  he  had  the  ability  to  work  for  hours,      plenty  of  nights  where  two  hours  of  sleep  was  his  normal  schedule.  it  was  normal  to  see  an  array  of  coffee  mugs  lined  up  like  dead  soldiers.        he  allows  nooni  to  sit  next  time,    it  took  some  time  for  him  to  get  used  to  her  sitting  so  close  to  him  but  now  it  felt  as  natural  as  his  irregular  sleep  schedule.    his  long  dainty  fingers  lightly  tap  his  chin,  dark  eyes  deep  in  thought,          he  mutters  a  few  inaudible  words  to  himself  then  proceeds  tapping  away  at  the  computer,          every  once  in  a  while  he’ll  take  a  sip  from  his  tea  or  a  bite  out  of  his  watermelon.  he  turns  to  nooni,  noticing  her  becoming  antsy;   ‘  i’ll  give  you  a  piece  of  my  watermelon  if  you’re  good,  okay  ?  i’ll  be  finished  in  just  a  minute.  ’    a  flimsy  promise  that  was  quickly  let  down,        those  minutes  turned  to  hours  he  could  feel  his  eyes  burning  from  irritation  from  the  computer  screen.  i  think  it’s  time  for  a  break.  he  pushes  his  chair  back,  standing  up  to  rub  the  sleep  from  his  eyes,  ‘  come  and  get  ice  cream  with  me,  we’ll  talk  in  the  kitchen.  ’  

*  /  NONVERBAL RP STARTERS   —-  @goregacha 

[writesdeath]

lawliiiiet​:

L blows out a breath to remove the lingering locks of hair away from his eyes, dark grey eyes have been burning themselves into the computer screen in front of him:  HEADLINE : LANDLORD FINDS MAN DEAD IN APARTMENT.  police haven’t been able to find any evidence that could explain the his death which was becoming a reoccurring theme in this story. for two weeks straight men have been dropping like flies, ex-wives and landlords finding these men pale in the face with regret stricken in their eyes. L found all of this very intriguing and quite entertaining, a good mystery to satisfy morbid curiosity: just how exactly do you kill ?  within days he was able to deduce that the perpetrator was a woman;  men, more often than not, seek out those who they believe to be vulnerable pray, like children or women. it’s not often you see men seeking out other men, of course this was nothing more than a hunch,  a dainty finger rolls a sugar cube around the tips of his pointer and middle finger before popping it into his mouth, playfully rolling the cube around his tongue before swallowing. he rubs off any excess crystals on his jeans.  L opens up a tab that contains a chronological timeline of all the killings.  eight victims in tokyo. another eight in yokohama. they’ll stay in area for a bit of time before moving onto the next, it’s seems as if they settle in one place then hop into another area the next year. it’s safe to say that this person is currently residing in aoyama.  the following days were booked with arrangements to keep in contact with the japanese police, L and watari will take a flight out to japan and stay in a hotel teetering on the outskirts of aoyama to keep close track of their progress. upon arrival, a meeting is orchestrated between L and the japanese police. the young man’s voice booms authority over the projected speaker, there’s a bit of nervous tension within the agents, L ruled that kind of fear over people, he was able to make you feel small  ——  insignificant, a pawn to get closer to beating the game:   these murders occur around midnight and 3 a.m. it’s safe to assume that our suspect is a young woman. three of you will be located to observe the bar scene individually, the other three will poke around the neighborhoods  —— be very attentive on who is coming in and out of these apartment buildings, this is especially important.  for a while, things are stagnant.    weeks of sitting and observing at bars the agents were beginning to feel antsy    ——  patience was the key to the game  —— L explained to them  —— think of it as if you were reeling in a fish. things may seem inert at the moment but we must be prepared to strike at any moment, you’ll never know when our target may expose themselves.   ——   with tenacity and glowing confidence the morale of the agents was booming, a new sense of justice brewed from within them and they felt like they could achieve anything, L had that charm to him  —— with his reputation of being the greatest detective in the world everything felt certain  —— as certain as god and his righteousness, even if L was doing the majority of the heavy work  —— he made you feel invincible. through L, justice will be served ! it just happened to be pure coincidence that night that one of the agents was stumbling their way back to the hotel to report back to L,  they took notice of a young vibrant woman with strikingly bright sunflower yellow hair that illuminated in the spring moonlight. for some reason, he felt drawn to catch up with her. upon seeing this woman, he was stricken by her beauty. she glowed like refracted diamonds and her voice was bubbly and inviting. the fbi agent never came back that night, his body was found in rigormortis the next day in some hotel not too far away from the one L was staying at.  upon hearing the death of agent, it provided a very important clue for L. security footage and bookmarks were collected quick and swift, weekends dedicated to watching hours of secruity footage. the common room in the suite was winded by stacks of papers, empty cream and sugar containers with days old coffee mugs and candy wrappers. L was crouched over on the floor thumbing through hotel records, reading aloud with the occasional sip of coffee,  ‘ at around midnight on sunday, oba masanori and misa amane entered the hotel. amane left the next morning at around 6.30.’   a smirk slowly brushes his lips,  ‘ i think we’ve found our target. ’ the days ahead leading up to misa’s interrogation was prepped with thorough explanations from L and careful planning to not cause a disturbance during the arrest. an fbi agent will disguise himself as a college student and will ask the target to spend the night. then that’s when we’ll lead her to the parking lot and have her apprehended once she enters the vehicle.  the night was successful, amane was appreheneded and taken into a small four by four room with no windows, only two chairs, a table and laptop with the letter L in cloister black. a distorted voice greets the woman apathetically:  ‘  good evening, miss amane.   ’

          love is such a cruel and unforgiving mistress. 

          anyone can promise love. they can promise longetivity, and loyalty in the same breath. only in the throes of passion do they whisper their promises and loyal devotions in her ear, in the hopes that she will come back to them. lingering lips.. roaming hands.. after a while, they all start to feel the same. smell the same. sound the same. but do they ever really mean it? these men that are so easily brought to their knees before her.. the ones who claim they would die for her.. KILL for her.. do they ever keep with their promises? 

          because promises are just as easily broken as they are made. they don’t devote their lives to her. they never stay, like they say they would. one after the other, they all succumb to the inevitable consequences of their actions and pay the price owed to her. after all, every man that breaks their promise to misa only deserve what they get! they said they would stay with her forever.. that they would love her forever.. but they lie. every single one of them lie- and so they’re met with just punishment. it breaks her heart to do it, but there was no other way it could have been done. 

          there’s always an appreciation to those who give their lives in order for her to further her own, however. every stream of essence she consumes, every memory and ounce of blood they had spilled to prove their love to her — they become part of her, forever. that alone is what keeps her going. so long as they die for her.. amane misa will be the last and only one that they love. she consumes them in their entirety, and they never beg for less. silly boys, she thinks; but there will be another.

          and another. and another. and another. the cycle will never end so long as misa had anything to do about it. years pass and soon, so do the lifetimes; she can’t count how many lives were snuffed because of her- because of how many men couldn’t live up to their promises. leaving all of their material belongings to prove they only need her? easy. killing their spouses so that misa would be their only woman? piece of cake. but in the end, they always left her- and staying alive was somehow the most impossible challenge. oh, well. even if it took a hundred years or a million- it didn’t matter how many she’s killed. at least.. she would be one step closer to finding what she truly yearned for.

          this new part of the city left much to be desired. it was a little trashy for her taste, and the views were.. unsightly. standards, however, were lowered a little in order to compromise for density population ( or whatever the word was, there were plenty people here! ); enough to take her pick from whoever crossed her path. jumping from city to city was no real trouble for the young demon; she’s circled this earth tenfold and yet it she still finds fascination in its fastpaced changes. aoyama, after all, was just another smudge on the map.

          it always goes without saying that with bodies, comes suspicion. with suspicion, comes panic. misa hadn’t expected it to take long before police would start to notice patterns- japanese police forces from larger prefectors would usually shrug it off because they don’t always have the manpower big enough to dig their nose into strange cases — there was no accounting for them teaming up with bigger sharks, however.

          amane misa was never one to involve herself into politics. if people get too nosy, she would simply leave. as long as she was getting her fair share of fun, there wouldn’t be any need to mess around with police- she never has, and she never will! they’re all party poopers anyway, a lesson long ago learned. this level of naivity ended up landing her in more trouble than she asked for, however, as one more innocent exchange turned into an assualt — a kidnapping! oh, thrilling.. there was always a first time for everything! 

          upon the girl’s apprehension, there was very little resistance coming from her- after all, she could fight her way out easily if things got sticky. the longer misa found herself in their care had her realizing it wasn’t a hostage situation ( which is boooooring ), but rather an arrest. this was further proven right when the young blonde was cast into some dingy little room with nothing but a chair and a computer.

          as the disembodied voice rings through, misa shifted a bit uncomfortably in her chair. there was no cushion or anything, the least they could do was allow her to sit on a pillow.. regardless of the fact, there was still a situation at hand to be handled and a light tone of voice was raised in curiosity. this place stinks, why was she even here?

          ❛ um.. h.. hey.. if this is about that DVD i lost like, a               month ago.. i already paid for it yesterday, promise! ❜

[lawliiiiet]

L’s  brows  furrowed  slightly  at  her  confession,      ‘  no,  miss  amane  you  are  be  apprehended  for  the  murder  oba  masanori.  however,  this  isn’t  your  first  crime.  no,  your  first  crime  were  the  killings  in  tokyo  and  yokohama.  ’        L  begins  his  monologue  of  the  list  of  men  misa’s  slain  for  the  past  couple  of  years,  months  of  research  relayed  back  to  her.  he  finishes  off  his  monologue  with  a  little  smirk  and  a  chuckle,  ‘  i  will  say,  i  am  curious  as  to  how  you  kill.  the  police  are  still  trying  to  collect  evidence  but  so  far  they  haven’t  had  any  luck.  so  i  am  here  to  drag  it  out  of  you,  there’s  no  point  in  lying  either.  video  tapes,  hotel  records  and  accounts  from  witnesses  have  been  documented  showcasing  your  arrival  and  departure  with  these  men.  you’re  the  last  person  these  victims  have  encountered  before  their  deaths.  ’ watari  approaches  from  behind  with  a  plate  of  cake,  bowl  of  sugar  cubes,  and  coffee  all  on  a  silver  tray.  L  thanks  him  quietly,  prompt  to  add  an  inappropriate  amount  of  sugar  in  his  coffee  before  drinking.      ‘  now,  we  can  do  this  the  easy  way  or  the  hard  way.  if  you  refuse  to  cooperate,  i  won’t  hesitate  to  take  harsher  measures,’      L  threatens,  mouth  full  of  cake.      this  was  his  favorite  part  of  his  job,  the  confession.    relaying  someone's  crimes  back  to  them  and  have  them  fumble  with  their  words  made  him  feel  invincible.    the  difficulty  of  each  case  felt  like  unlocking  a  new  achievement  much  like  the  ones  in  video  games.    there  was  nothing  morally  just  about  L,  much  like  there  wasn’t  morally  just  about  christian’s  claiming  to  be  holier.  to  him  this  all  a  game,  and  he  wasn't  shy  to  acknowledge  this. could  this  excitement  come  from  the  boredom  that  he  felt  back  at  the  orphanage  ?  pampered  at  such  a  young  age  his  intelligence  was  quickly  realized  and  soon  enough  he  was  working  underneath  watari's  wings.  achievement  after  achievement,  constant  praise  from  those  he  viewed  as  superiors  who  now  reveered  L  as  the  greatest  detective  to  have  ever  lived.  at  first,  the  attention  was  exciting,  it  gave  him  a  sense  of  purpose.  a  meaning  to  this  meaingless  life  of  his.    a  young  boy  who  came  from  nothing  now  has  the  whole  world  in  the  palm  of  his  hand. however  the  all  that  glitters  isn’t  gold,  that  shine  soon  turns  to  rust.    boredom  simmers  in  and  apathy  brews  from  underneath,  everything  becomes  too  easy.  accomplishments  no  longer  hold  any  meaning,  you  begin  to  wonder  if  there’s  even  a  purpose  at  all,  everything  feels  meaningless  when  you're  handed  a  silver  platter.  perhaps  that’s  why  L  held  such  cynical  views  towards  human  beings.  i  see  monsters  everyday,  i  am  one  of  those  monsters.  is  it  moral  for  such  a  young  boy  to  be  exposed  to  the  evils  of  the  world  at  such  the  tender  age  of  eight  ?  this  was  L’s  choice  no  one  forced  him  into  this  line  of  work,  but  childhood  is  such  a  tender  and  lonely  era  in  ones  life.  children’s  emotional  intelligence  is  always  passed  aside  for  a  more  rational  and  logical  understanding  of  life    —-  a  recipe  for  apathy.  where  is  the  room  for  love  ? at  the  age  of  twenty-four,  L  is  the  loneliest  soul  on  earth.  a  life  spent  cooped  up  in  a  plain  room  cursed  with  chronic  insomnia;  how  could  you  be  happy  ?    the  threat  of  his  identity  being  revealed  would  be  a  threat  to  the  fbi  and  spk.  he's  simply  too  precious  of  an  asset  to  go  to  waste  so  quickly.  which  means  no  opportunity  to  open  up  to  new  relationships,  L’s  disdain  for  humanity  leaves  him  in  his  own  miserable  company.    would  it  be  safe  to  say  that  his  childhood  had  been  ripped  away  from  him  ?  who  are  the  true  monsters,  wammy’s  house  or  L  lawliet  ?  the  thought  has  never  crossed  his  mind.  how  could  it  when  his  life  is  spent  with  constant  distractions.  kid,  you’re  a  product  of  trauma  and  you  don’t  even  know  it.   ‘  well,  i’m  waiting.  i’ve  got  all  day.  ’

[lawliiiiet]

white fragility is a hell of a drug

[lawliiiiet]

imagine blocking someone bc they criticized ur racist talking points mm very interesting

[lawliiiiet]

mmm a full metal alchemist verse...i am thinking about it.

[lawliiiiet]

dawg the amount of misa blogs / muses i have found lmfao

[vampxe]

L icons‼️🍰

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lawliiiiet​:   

‘  it’s  a  surprise.  ’    days  of  rain  have  gone  by  and  finally  on  a  sunday  morning  the  pale  sun  ripped  through  the  bay  windows,  the  clouds  had  taken  on  the  shape  of  shredded  cotton  candy  and  the  air  smelled  of  the  humid  summer  solstice.  on  that  morning,  ryuzaki  sliced  an  orange  and  brewed  a  pot  of  tea  for  the  both  of  them.  it  was  quiet,  no  words  needed  to  be  exchanged,  pointless  conversation  would’ve  spoiled  the  magic  of  the  early  morning. upon  arriving  in  the  field  of  sunflowers  an  overcast  droned  over  the  the  sky  allowing  for  the  mustard  yellow  petals  to  pop  in  contrast  to  the  dreary  grey  sky.  the  fields  stretched  out  for  miles  and  miles  much  like  the  ocean,  in  the  outskirts  were  modest  farms  and  trails  that  followed  back  to  home.    everything  seemed  so  far  away;  if  you  stretched  out  your  hands  you  could  feel  the  world  in  the  palm  of  your  hand.   ‘  i  used  to  come  here  with  watari  and  the  other  orphans,    it  was  a  reward  for  all  the  hard  work  we  did  in  school.  a  lot  of  the  children  would  pick  a  bouquet  a  flowers  to  take  back  with  them,    but  they’d  all  die  within  a  week  from  being  brought  home.    kids  don’t  tend  to  be  the  best  when  it  comes  to  taking  care  of  things  they  adore,  no  one  taught  us  that  they  require  a  lot  of  care  and  attention.    you  can’t  just  take  something  and  expect  it  to  take  care  of  itself,  right  ?    i  think  the  same  could  be  said  for  relationships.  ’        L  turned  to  shion,  his  lips  drawn  in  a  straight  nervous  line  quickly  turning  away  to  avoid  her  gaze    ——    he  doesn’t  want  to  know  what  she’s  thinking  just  yet. ‘  children  tend  to  be  a  bit  selfish  as  well.  in  many  ways,  you  could  say  i  am  a  child.  i’m  just  as  selfish  and  careless  with  people  just  like  children  are  with  their  toys  or  pets  or  sunflowers.  i’ve  been  selfish  with  our  relationship.  i’ve  expected  you  to  stick  around  and  be  content,  giving  all  of  yourself  to  me  and  here  i  am  running  off  giving  myself  up  to.  .  .my  work.  i  fear  one  day  that  my  obsession  will  kill  me,  it  probably  will.  it’s  just  who  i  am.  ’  he  pauses,    ryuzaki  nervously  stuffs  his  fist  into  his  pockets  then  stares  into  the  wet  dirt. ‘    thank  you  for  being  patient,  really,’        his  gaze  shifts  to  the  outstretched  field,  a  small  smile  etching  the  corners  of  his  lips,  ‘    yes,  with  you  around,  i  feel  like  i  understand  everything  now.  i  have  a  lot  to  make  up  for,  don’t  i  ?  shion,  for  the  week  i  will  do  anything  you  wish.  i’ve  contacted  watari  so  he  already  knows  our  whereabouts,  so  no  interruptions.  ’      L  smiles  tenderly,    his  hand  gingerly  massaging  the  small  of  her  back,  a  gentle  gesture  that’s  he’s  still  getting  accustomed  to,  

     THE  SUNFLOWER  FIELD  WAS  A  nice  surprise  given  the  gloominess  of  the  last  few  days.  shion  could  not  help  but  let  her  fingertips  gently  run  over  the  flowers  as  the  two  of  them  travelled  down  the  trail  away  from  their  temporary  home,  though  she  could  not  help  but  gently  wish  that  would  become  their  permanent  one. she  did  not  care  that  the  little  drops  of  dew  made  her  fingers  wet.  she  welcomed  the  coolness  against  her  skin. 

     it  seemed  as  though  he  had  finally  and  truly  understood  why  she  had  gotten  upset  with  him  that  night .  shion  knew  that  his  work  was  important  to  him,  but  it  pained  her  that  she  was  always  second,  never  a  priority.  it  seemed  as  though  he  never  put  her  first,  or  even  thought  of  her  on  some  occasions.  she  felt  she  was  only  a  distraction  from  work  for  him  sometimes,  though  she  was  unsure  if  that  was  a  good  or  a  bad  thing.  still,  she  was  apparently  not  a  very  good  one  as  a  single  beep  to  his  phone  would  send  him  bolting  from  her  arms  and  he  would  be  unseen  for  days.  sometimes  it  would  make  her  feel  more  alone  than  she  was  before  she  had  met  him.

     his  touch  against  her  lower  back  caused  goosebumps  to  bloom  on  her  upper  arms.  it  was  nice  feeling  his  fingers  against  herself  again.  she  almost  felt  deprived  of  his  touch  —-  it  almost  felt  like  it  had  been  forever  since  he  had  last  felt  her  in  such  a  soft  way.  shion  found  herself  wanting  him  to  keep  doing  his  little  massage  and  never stop.  her  own  fingertips  eventually  came  up  to  gently  brush  a  few  dark  strands  of  hair  from  his  eyes  with  a  small  sigh.

     “  yes,  you  do  have  a  lot  to  make  up  for.  ”  her  words  were  not  meant  to   be  cruel,  but  rather  spoken  in  agreeance  with  ryuzaki  as  her  fingers  continued  to  brush  his  hair.  she  never  asked  for  much  from  anyone  so  it  was  weird  being  in  a  position  where  she  was  in  charge,  so  to  say.  even  though  the  week  was  seemingly  supposed  to  be  all  about  what  shion  wanted,  she  found  herself  almost  opening  her  mouth  to ask  him  what  he  wanted  to  do.  with  another  sigh,  she  asked, “  can  we   stay  here  —-  in  the  field  —-  for  a bit  ??  ”

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his  gaze  shifts  towards  the  sky,      ‘  how  about  i  pay  my  dues  with  a  massage  ?  ’  ryuzaki  sits  in  the  middle  of  the  field  crisscrossed,  motioning  shion  to  sit  in  front  of  him,  ‘  i’ve  been  told  that  i  give  great  massages.  ’      his  hands  lightly  graze  her  shoulders  paying  careful  attention  to  the  little  imperfections  and  softness  of  her  skin.  gentle  at  first  before  slowly  increasing  the  pressure,  not  enough  to  hurt  her  but  enough  to  release  any  tension,  ‘  you’ve  got  goosebumps.  is  my  touch  really  that  thrilling  to  you  ?  ’  he  snickers,  voice  cool  as  the  bellowing  breeze.  ryuzaki’s  fingers  begin  to  trickle  down  her  arms.  the  pad  of  his  thumbs  caressing  small  circles  with  attentive  care,  ‘  it  makes  me  wonder  how  you  would  react  if  i  touched  you  like  this  ’  he  teases,  his  hands  steadily  sliding  down  to  her  waist  and  hips,  barely the  clouds  become  thick  with  darkness,        purple  streaks  of  lightning  slicing  like  a  knife  somewhere  in  the  distance.  a  tiny  raindrop  plops  on  ryuzaki’s  nose,  then  another,  then  another,  and  soon  enough  strong  thick  sheets  of  rain  begin  pouring  down  on  the  pair.  ryuzaki  looks  up  towards  the  sky  woefully,  disappointed  by  the  sudden  change  in  atmosphere,  ‘  it  rains  pretty  often  around  here.  it’s  best  if  we  head  back  before  we  get  caught  in  the  storm,  maybe  it’ll  let  up  later  on.  ’  ryuzaki  stands  up  taking  shion’s  hand  in  his  then  leads  the  way  back  to  the  cottage.   back  at  the  cottage,  the  sky  is  overcome  with  a  blanket  of  blackness  and  streaks  of  lightning.    ryuzaki  flips  the  light  switch  to  the  cottage  then  walks  into  the  kitchen  to  brew  another  pot  of  tea.  cracks  of  thunder  and  roaring  winds  whistle  through  the  morning  air.        sycamore  trees  sway  in  response  to  the  harsh  weather,  in  the  distance  an  old  man  assists  cows  and  goats  back  into  the  barnyard,  an  old  woman  hangs  around  at  the  front  door  apprehensively  motions  for  him  to  come  inside.  the  lights  flicker  on  and  off  soon  giving  out  once  the  hissing  kettle  finishes  boiling  the  hot  water.      ‘  things  are  starting  to  get  serious,  hopefully  it  doesn’t  flood.’        ryuzaki  grabs  two  mugs,  pours  shion  a  cup,  then  hands  it  to  her.  as  usual,  adding  an  inappropriate  amount  of  sugar  and  creamer  until  it’s  satisfied  to  his  taste.          he  takes  a  seat  next  to  shion  on  the  couch,  his  cheeks  cherry  red  and  hot,      ‘  i’m  sorry,  a  week  to  ourselves  and  the  first  day  is  spent  inside.  but  i’m  sure  we  can  find  a  way  to  pass  the  time.’ he  takes  a  sip  of  tea,  wincing  slightly  from  its  heat,        ‘  so,  what  should  we  do  now  ?  ’  his  gaze  shifts  towards  the  ceiling  thoughtfully,    ‘  do  you  wanna  have  sex  ?  ’    tone  oddly  serious  and  casual  he  hums  plainly  as  he  takes  another  sip  of  tea.  

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👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes ( what if they got dressed up all fancy to go to some event or whateva and he's like tryna fix his tie but he doesn't know how to tie it lol)

     SHE  HAD  NOT  BEEN  TO  A  fancy  event  in  seemingly  forever,  arguably  centuries,  and  shion  found  herself  thrilled  to  dress  up.  she  was  also  excited  to  see  ryuzaki  dressed  in  something  other  than  his  usual  plain  white  long-sleeved  shirt  and  jeans.  out  of  eagerness,  she  even  went  out  and  bought  a  tie  for  him  that  matched  the  color  of   the  dress  she  had  picked  out  for herself.  she  thought  it  would  be  rather  cute  of  them  to  match  and  she  hoped  he  did  not  mind.

     when  the  day  of  the  big  dinner  came,  shion  found  herself  growing  nervous  as  the  hours  ticked  by  slowly.  she  unexpectedly  felt  inadequate,  especially  because  she  knew  she  was  going  to  meet  such  important  people.  she  felt  her  stomach  twist  into  a knot  just  like  her  hair  she  pinned  up  ---  she  could  at  least  try  to  look  the  part  of  someone  important.  she  was  uneasy  about  introducing  herself,  after  all,  what  was  she  supposed  to  tell  them  ??  her  status  as  a  mere  baker,  a  nobody,  would  be  boring  and  unimportant  to  them.  she  knew  it  would  only  make  them  question  how  she  managed  to  get  in.

     after  a  while,  shion  eventually  found  herself  staring  at  her  reflection,  inspecting  herself  for  any  flaws.  she  was  hyperaware  of  her  entire  appearance  now  ---  not  a  single  misplaced  hair  would  escape  her  gaze  undetected  tonight.  out  of  the  corner  of  the  mirror  she  could  see  ryuzaki  gradually  put  himself  together  for  the  night.  it  did  not  take  him  long  to  change  into  the  suit,  but  it  did  not  take  her  long  to  see  that  he  was  struggling  with  the  tie  she  had  bought  him.  

     she  pushed  herself  from  her  vanity,  dress  dragging  ever  so  slightly  against  the  carpeted  floor.  shion  said  nothing  as  she gently  swatted  at  his  fumbling  hands  before  taking  the  tie  into  her  own  hands. a  neat  knot  was  quickly  created  with  ease  and  with  no  blunders.  tying  a  tie  was  one  of  her  several  skills  she  had  learned  over  her  many  years.  it  made  her  happy  that  she  finally  had  the  opportunity  to  tie  the  tie  of  someone  so  dear.

     “  you  look  handsome,  ”  she  whispered  once  the  tie  had  been  officially  situated  carefully  and  comfortably  around  his  collar  and  neck.  her  compliment  was  shy  like  a  teenager  out  on  their  first  date  with  a  long-time  crush,  nervous  and  wanting  to  say  the  right  things.  “  this  color  looks  nice  on  you. ” a  hand  carefully  smoothed  itself  over  the  sleek  material  of  the  tie  as  her  gaze  drifted  up  to  look  at  ryuzaki  directly.

PROMPT.

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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