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“Royal balls are such a bore, aren’t they?”

Royalty AU sentence starters!

                       The dark head turned sideways to face the voice with a swish of raven hair, slender eyebrows raised themselves in surprise. It was indeed an unusual matter for anyone to term a royal ball as boring, especially since it was the best place to pick up partners, for long and short term purposes. Unless it was her, of course. 

                      “I couldn’t agree more” she acknowledged with a nod. “It is quite intolerable, especially when you’re forced to wear heels and such ruffled dresses” came the grumbled response. It was a relief that she hadn’t been asked to participate in the dance yet. She wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as her sister. “However, I do find it odd that you would say so. Don’t men such as yourself look forward to such social gatherings to….mingle and such?” she enquired, grey eyes inquisitive.

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It wasn’t a coincidence that Tsukishima had managed to single out the only other person at this ball who looked as bored as he himself was. He was rather hoping that if he were to engage the woman in conversation that he would be able to escape the machinations and advances of the other females in attendance. He could only indulge them for so long.

He nodded in agreement at the complaint about the standard wear for these sorts of things; they were very impractical. “Men such as myself?” One eyebrow rose in surprise. “I wasn’t aware that you knew me well enough to make such an assertion. As it is, I find all of this,” he made a broad gesture around the large room, “to be a substantial waste of time.”

[hotaroz-a]

She was curious now. “What were you expecting then?” Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to play along with whatever was going on. 

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“I didn’t know what to expect, that was part of the fun.”

[hotaroz-a]

“Alright then. I still don’t understand how this is suppose to fix your boredom.”

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“Well I was hoping for a bit more of a reaction from you, honestly.”

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[hotaroz-a]

“Since when if you don’t mind me asking?” Honestly though, she didn’t mind playing along.

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“Since I decided that I was bored, of course.”

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♥ SURPRISE PIGGY BACK ATTACK

Tsukishima moved when he heard Riruka approaching, and watched as the young woman crashed to the ground where he had been standing. Shaking his head, he knelt next to her to make sure she wasn’t hurt. 

“What exactly were you trying to do, Riruka?”

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Meme here || Accepting    @hotaroz

❛we are officially a boring, domesticated, cohabiting couple.❜

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SEND ME A ⌘ AND I’ll GENERATE WHAT MY MUSE WILL SAY TO YOURS

about: coliver quotes from how to get away with murder. # of options: (1-102) || feel free to change pronouns if relevant. generator: (x)

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tagged by: @grotcsque

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse). The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must re-post and tag 10 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires (we all know muses can change with their character development.)

TEN  QUESTIONS

✕   what is your favorite word?       “Hmm, only one? Jejune, then.”

✕   what is your least favorite word?        “Dull.”

✕   what turns you on?       “A lot of things do. Care to venture a guess? No? How about a hint...there’s a reason people call me a sadist.”

✕   what turns you off?       “Anything that becomes too boring or predictable, mostly. Although, I find daddy/mommy play off putting as well.”

✕   what sound do you love?      “The pain and confusion in a person’s voice as their minds struggle to make sense of their conflicting realities. I also find the sound of turning pages pleasant. I suppose it just depends on my mood.”

✕   what sound do you hate?     “The sound of obnoxiously loud people who very obviously have low IQs and no sense of originality.”

✕   what is your favorite curse word?    “Hmm, I suppose that I say shit most often.”

✕   what profession other than yours would you like to attempt?   “I would have to say that it would be pleasant to write horror novels. Failing that, I would be a fairly decent chef.”

✕   what profession would you NOT like to do?   “Teaching or desk work. The tedium just might kill me.”

✕   if heaven exists, what would you like to hear god(s) say when you arrive at the pearly gates?    “All I can hope is that they’re original when they’re telling me I’m going to hell. I would be disappointed if they sounded as if they were scripted in a B-rated movie.”

BONUS  QUESTIONS

✕   something most people don’t know about you?     “I actually do remember my past before meeting Ginjo, despite the fact that I claim to have none of those memories.”

✕   sexual preference?     “I generally prefer women, but that’s not to say I would turn down a man that could spark my interest.”

✕   what position do you sleep in?   “I sleep stretched out with one arm above my head.”

✕   what if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time?    “I would grin, explain to them the reasons why they are wrong, then most probably I would prove it to them.”

✕   greatest fear?    “Being completely abandoned.”

✕   if you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be?    “Hmm, an interesting question. But one I don’t much care about. Don’t you know that memories can be fickle things?”

✕   what’s your middle name?    “I don’t have one.”

tagging: I don’t know, whoever wants to, I guess.

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@librodelfin​

Time ticked away, quicker than Naoko was aware of. When she had entered the university’s immense library, it was only five o’clock in the evening. As soon as she entered, she poured on books upon books concerning every little detail of criminal psychology that looked remotely useful for her essay. The further she read, the more dark-inked notes were jot down on her notebook, and later copied on the laptop for a final version. This pattern of reading, writing, typing, persisted for several hours. Her process did not stop until she reached her conclusion, though before having the chance to end her sentence, a hand on her shoulder had her jolted out of her trance. A librarian was telling her the library was closing, and upon inspection of the nearby clock, which displayed eleventh thirty, she hastily packed her bags and profusely apologized for having remained for so long. 

Her exit into the exterior of the building was met with a sharp breeze that had her cheeks coloured within minutes. Goosebumps settled on her skin and she drew her coat closer to her, shivering. Aside from the cold wind, however, the temperature itself was calm and rather average. Each step of her heavy brown leathered boots echoed throughout the empty streets. It was a surprise to find that, as of yet, she had not been targeted by the masked creatures that plagued her walks to and fro the university.

Even so, she remained prepared. After having lived for a few months in the relatively small town, she had learned that keeping her pistol on her person was a must. It became a habit to act as subtle as possible to avoid the firearm being detected by a police or a guard at the university. The feat of carrying an illegal firearm wherever she went was amazing in itself. Her ability to shoot, however, was much more fascinating. Her military training didn’t go to waste.

Unbeknownst to her, the streets weren’t as empty as she suspected them to be. A shadowed silhouette followed her steps, but Naoko had yet to be aware of the presence. Her focus was on returning to her apartment, feeding the dog, and having a well-deserved rest.

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The surveillance lasted for a week before Tsukishima decided that he knew enough to make a move. Ginjo was off elsewhere, making his own plans and recruitments, leaving the slender Fullbringer to manage this one by himself. Not that it mattered much, Tsukishima was just as effective, if not more so, while working alone.

But of course, the woman had to choose tonight to work late in the library, the same night that he had chosen to make his presence, and his offer, known. Tsukishima lounged on the roof of a building across from the library, where he could see the route his target would no doubt take home. The hours dripped slowly by, and he spent the time lazily flicking through his book with one eye on the door or removing any hollow that wandered into the area. Finally, she appeared.

Naoko. Snapping the book shut with one hand, Tsukishima rose to a standing position even as a smile spread across his face. Keeping buildings below him as cover, he kept himself aloft as he followed her. He kept behind her until they’d left the main campus, and possible security, behind. Then he accelerated ahead unbeknownst to her and dropped down into a darkened alcove. 

He listened to her footsteps carefully and waited until she was close enough that she couldn’t easily change her course to avoid him. The Bringer Light flashed faintly beneath his feet as he moved himself into her path, faster than most could see him move. Standing in the middle of the road, he waited calmly for the span of a few heat beats. He knew that he should probably do this during the day, but it certainly wasn’t his fault she had stayed in the library quite so long. All he could really do at this point was try to appear friendly.

“Hello, Naoko-san.”

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Reblog if your 18+

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Tsukishima Icon Dump (Part 3)

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Tsukishima Icon Dump (Part 2)

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Tsukishima Icon Dump (Part 1)

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                ❥ This had been a mistake. She knew that now. Maybe there had been no other means of saving Tsukishima at the time, or at least none that she saw, but Riruka was a clever girl. She would have been able to figure something out. Anything but this turnout. Well, too little too late. What’s done is done, and now she was going to have to face the consequences of this mistake. No way she’d be able to get the two of them out of there without a fight though. The expression on her father’s face as she and the slender man moved out the door told her this. Even without that facial glare she’d know. Riruka’s father was not one to take losing so well. She remembered that much.

                Tsukishima didn’t know her home, but he ended up leading her straight towards the door anyway. Riruka could hear her mother crying from down the hall. Words mumbling through the air about how ungrateful a daughter she was. How she only had one good child. Well, if those comments were supposed to hurt her, they didn’t. It was as she already said. These people were nothing to her. Not anymore, and if not for tonight, she probably never would have bothered to see them ever again. Simple as that. And then there was her sister. They shared the same hair and looks in most ways, but she would always be a stranger.

                ❝I am NOT going to have this, Riruka.❞ No. He did not take to losing well at all. Riruka’s father stomped towards them. That wrongly set need to be a dad coming out and hitting the air like a fog. Where had this side of him been when she needed him most?! The father she had needed back in the days of her youth was never around. Riruka understood having to provide for the family, but even on his days off – he’d be at the bar or somewhere else with his friends. The man never cared back then, so why should he now?

                The older man rushed forward, and without much thought to his actions, he rose his hand to shove Tsukishima a step or two back and took firm hold of Riruka’s wrist. ❝Let me go!❞ ❝I will not. You are my daughter, and you are right. I cannot make your decisions for you, but when my gut has a feeling, I know to trust it and that man there is a danger to you – to us!❞ What her father didn’t know was that Riruka was already well aware of how terrifying her lover could be. Right now, all she could do was let out a soft chuckle while a smile firmly planted on those lips. ❝Yes, he is someone to be feared, Father, but I know he’d never hurt me… but, however, you are gripping my wrist just a little too tightly, and he doesn’t take too well to other’s causing me pain.❞ When her head tiled back towards her tall, slender boyfriend, the raven had that look in his eyes. One that told the world that hell was to pay.

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There was a part of Tsukishima that wanted to leave that place as soon as possible for Riruka’s sake. But there was another side that was aware of the growing tension in her father as he pulled them towards the door. He could hear the crying and the mumbled words in a nearby room, but his full attention was centered on the doorway ahead and the doorway behind them. Three. Two. On-

“I am not going to have this, Riruka.” There it was. Tsukishima turned to face the man with a curious tilt to his brows and that same smirk firmly in place. Fatherly love, more like possessive control. Some people had such a hard time letting go of the things they thought they had a claim to, Tsukishima noted silently as he sized up the other male. He saw very little love and a lot of bruised pride.

Tsukishima grimaced in pain as he was pushed back but didn’t make a sound or allow himself to be pushed more than a few steps. In any other state, the man wouldn’t have even touched him, and the ravenet wasn’t about to let himself show that weakness. Instead he felt his attention sharpen on Riruka at her outburst and his eyes narrowed onto the whitened skin showing beneath her father’s grip on her wrist. 

Slowly, a smile crept across Tsukishima’s lips at the man’s reasoning. He has no clue, the fool. Taking Riruka’s look and words as permission, he used a tiny bit of his fullbring to make himself ‘appear’ in front of the older male. His long fingers dug into the nerves of the man’s wrist, forcing him to release Riruka, and the other grasped his neck cutting off his air and pushed him back. He ignored the man’s struggling as best he could despite his injuries, the pain only adding to the dangerous edge of his voice. “You are so uninteresting, a walking cliche...and I just can’t stand boring people like you. You don’t deserve to have Riruka in your life, you fool.”

With that he let go of his neck and stepped away carefully, returning to Riruka’s side. He watched the pitiful creature carefully, waiting for him to try to retaliate. Not that it mattered. He wouldn’t be getting near Riruka again.

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Karmic Madness || Closed RP

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Peace.                       Finally.

Tsukishima lounged on the couch, one arm behind his head, the other holding his book up where he could read it. Riruka lay stretched out next to him, almost of top of him in the limited space. The stress of running had finally released its hold on them, the lingering effects withering away with the passing of time. They could relax, and they did.

He hummed softly to himself as they cuddled in the calm. Tsukishima enjoyed the warmth of Riruka near him, the soft crackle of a fire going across the room, the feel of paper beneath him fingers. The plot of his book held most of his attention for the first time in months.

The humming tapered off, Tsukishima’s smile slowly drifting down into a confused frown. He stared at the page of his book for several long moments. He closed the book, turning his head to let his eyes touch on the little details of the room. Something feels..off. Why did he feel like he wasn’t where he was supposed to be?

He let his arm with the book fall lightly above his head, eyes squinting up at the ceiling in thought. I..don’t have a fireplace in my living room, do I?.. There’s obviously one here…that can’t be what’s bothering me, I probably just can’t remember exactly when I had it installed. Maybe there was something I forgot to do?  Tsukishima’s brows drew together in frustrated confusion.

Movement against his chest had him glancing down sharply, his body stilling at the shock of pink hair that met his eyes. “Who a-?” The feeling dissipated almost as quickly as it had come on. Tsukishima relaxed. Riruka. That was a sleepy Riruka. What had be been thinking? Amusement at himself had him smiling as he shook his head and brought a hand down to run through her silky hair. “I think it’s probably past time to head to bed, hmm?”