𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝓃𝒾𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒.

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Hello from the grave~ I’m here somehow?

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Ryan Amador, “Instead”

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Hiatus over?

So sorry I literally dropped off the face of the earth, my muse had been elsewhere, but I’m back now and I thank you all @cinderella-esque @shxujobrave @maregis, @dracomaid @amphiboyus, @oflilacs and @ghostpillow and anyone else who currently has a thread with me for being so patient, I will reply to our rps, I promise. High school is nearing its end so I’ve been kind of everywhere. To all of you have been following me, hello !! I hope to see more of you and come on more often from here on out. ♥

With that said, like this post for a starter, and I’ll surely get started while I do my waiting drafts. Thanks guys. ♥ Or you know, just like it cause you wanna. Either works.

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sup fam im alive lmao. sorry for unexpected inactivity ))

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❣ cinderella-esque ❣

Yukako watches the pianist lightly graze his fingers over any key in silence whilst he tells the tale of his upbringing in the instrument. The question of why his parents forced him into doing such a thing arose, but she isn’t rude that she would cut him off. She listens.

He’s trying to say that he would like to have learned it on his own terms. The trailing off on sentences and the quieting ❛ I guess ❜ wasn’t needed for her to figure that much out. Yukako’s eyes shift from the piano keys to the top of his head, and to his eyes. She doesn’t have a family — but he doesn’t need to know that. ❝ No, I haven’t. ❞

  ❝ That must be at least a little bit easier to deal with then. I’m sure there will always be people that try to lecture us and push us around though, huh? ❞ Ritsu allowed the QUESTION to simply float in the air; after all, he wasn’t one for such talk. Continuing his gently symphony until the very last NOTE, the idol then directed his gaze to the woman. She wore a school uniform, but had all the CHARMS and grace of an elegant woman. A daughter of some rich family, perhaps? He hummed, shrugging off the assumptions and putting his full attention onto the other.

  ❝ But anyways, thanks for making my night a little more amusing~♪ My name is Ritsu Sakuma,I think I owe you at least my name for listening. ❞ With a tilt of his head, raven locks that framed pale features only parted from their position SLIGHTLY. ❝ We’re both students so. . . Well . . . I think . . . ❞

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              she hums quietly as she crouches down next to him, smile resting idly on her face as she looks down at Ritsu.  really, she isn’t surprised in the slightest by his want to nap, but with things to get done, she can’t exactly allow it.   “ you know, you’ll have to get up eventually, Ritsu - chan. ”    //  @petitcercueil

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 ❝ But ‘eventually’ means that I can sleep a little longer~ ❞ The other Knight GROANED as he stretched himself across the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable place for sure, but the boy was desperate to gain his usual bouts of shut-eye. Scarlet eyes drowsily gazed up at her, Arashi most DEFINITELY lived up to her role as ‘big sis’, always caring so tenderly yet acknowledging when to grasp an ear or two. ❝ Natchan, can I tell you something. . . ? I think. . . It’s something you would understand, at least. ❞

 In hindsight, it was a MINOR request, but to Ritsu Sakuma, the words withheld on his tongue held quite a bit more weight.

[wnq-writers]

Why, Universe, did you decide I was strong enough to handle this?

(via deathrisen)

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Will be on in a bit. . . ))

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Send me  “◇“  for my muse’s reaction to yours suddenly grabbing and hugging them //accepting

 ❝ Hehe, did you like our show, Ricchan? You helped the Knights do really great you know~ ♪ ❞ The group had ESCAPED into the cool night air outside the stage, away from the noise and CHEERS of energy from active fans. While the other Knights were resting in the grass and benches, EXHAUSTED after a long performance; Ritsu was met with a tight and loving hug from his dear friend Riku. It was warm, PROTECTIVE in its tightness around his form against the evening breeze. 

  ❝ So, I did that solo for you. I’m extra tired now, I haven’t done one of those in a while. ❞ The idol hummed into the hug, APPRECIATING that his efforts gave him the hug she promised! ❝ If you keep hugging Ricchan, Ou-sama is gonna want one too. ❞

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♛ cinderella-esque ♛

❝ Do you think I’m untrustworthy? ❞ The dimming of her lilacs didn’t illuminate as his roses bored into her, that yearned for acceptance, for someone to not try and sought him out just to end him. As long as she doesn’t threaten the well being of her or Koichi, then he can PROGRESS IN LIFE without any fishy behavior from her.

Once he stands on his feet, Yukako advances on him with a raised hand that lightly dusts his shoulders off before she stands behind him, looking at his wings that surfaced from his back. ❝ NO, if I wanted to kill you, I would’ve already done it. ❞ She let her index finger and thumb run across the wings, the tip of her fingers tapping against the tips. ❝ Were you born with this? ❞

❝ Mm, I was. I’m your natural pure-blooded vampire~ ♪ ❞ The boy teased, his sing-song voice however, withholding HONESTY and pride in his condition. He flinched only slightly at the DELICATE touch of the other, relaxing into the brush of feminine fingers. There was a certain amount of trust he felt emanating from her, with an EQUAL amount stemming from himself. As if the two knew they could SOMEHOW believe one another’s words; mutually, as long as their lives did not intervene. 

   Ritsu leaned into the touch as a symbol of his final decision on ACCEPTANCE.

 ❝ I guess we both really had no intention to kill at all, huh? I don’t think you’re untrustworthy now. I never trust humans when I first meet them. ❞ A faint yet childish smile spread across soft lips. ❝ But you feel different. Even with your ability. . . Who are you really? ❞ The vampire laughed INWARDLY at his own curiosity with the girl. He was not expecting things to turn out this way, nor to be greeted with something akin to KINDNESS. The very same wings the girl touched fluttered once more and then relaxed, reflecting his own growing demeanor. 

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まだ寝てないので今日です。はっぴ～ほわいとで～～

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I’m awake, gonna clean out my drafts again!! ))

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Neck/shoulders and hands!!

Crane of neck to supple shoulders, down to delicate hands.

  Ritsu’s neck, subtle in its TURNS and TILTS, can be defined as neither too long nor too short. Pale as porcelain, smooth like a canvas, it is a SACRED place one could only touch when the boy is most vulnerable. His neck is delicate, easily tickled by CONTACT and the harbor of his STRESS ( a hand is placed behind it, scratching in contemplation ) . The idol’s neck is a KEY form of his expression from where his face cannot display; from a simple tilt of curiosity to a mischievous SMIRK. Ritsu’s neck is used constantly, but not to be FREQUENTED by any other touch than his own. Such a place should be reserved for times when he found himself and a place in someone’s heart.

Trailing to his shoulders, a petite, doll-like figure is CRAFTED in his form. Ritsu’s shoulders are rounded much more FEMININELY than masculine, due to his weak stature and over all growth. Perhaps to someone who considers strength to be a factor of love; Ritsu leaves MUCH to be desired. They are soft to touch — not ticklish like his neck’s sensitivity. Though the idol’s shoulders are a FICKLE place, he is not used to being grasped by. Nonetheless, doing so will surely grab his attention.

Pale hands were quite USED to fiddling along keyboard keys when he was younger, those same; small frail hands with delicately LONG fingers suited for the pianist. Ritsu almost never grasps anything with STRENGTH; either through aloofness or uncertainty one can never truly tell. His hands too, are their only sanctum of pure intent and HONEST feelings — if you are met with their hold you are accepted as something DEAR in the idol’s eyes. Though their soft nature does not go without cuts or small bruises, perhaps causing some accidental holds or worries from the other Knights.

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hair!

//accepting.

Raven tresses.

 In Rei’s own words, his younger sibling’s hair is DELIGHTFULLY soft and feather-like. Ritsu adores his hair being played with, but ONLY if the hands belonged to one he truly trusts. Smooth like silk and always GENTLE to the touch, one can only wonder how every tuft of the idol’s hair can stay so soft ( genetics, perhaps? ). Even the Knights themselves are perplexed by the ENIGMA that Ritsu’s hair only suffers a few stray curls and bends when he rests, never a KNOT or troublesome frizz. Once you are allowed to so much as TOUCH the hair of the boy, he will silently prompt you to continue stroking it, so he can end up in another peaceful REST.

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