But I'm Your Loser.

Also probably a hippo. Independent RP blog for Koujaku (DMMD and Re:Connect) 18+ | NSFW | Multi-verse | Selectiveship Shipped: Aoba (main verse)

[asakonoe]

[aobabe]

特別な気分 紅雀 & 蒼葉 by HiToDe

[peach-oniisan]

Still my favourite meme ♡

[notwhatswanted-deactivated20160]

    I’m such a wreck.

    Another down night. Anger and self-loathing weighs down on insecure shoulders, sinking into his skin like a needle, tattooing his emotions against his back for all to see—forever, it felt like. Fingernails claw against the bandages, a hand extending to grab onto a bottle of liquor. Wordlessly, he lifts it above his head, not even noticing the person stepping into the bar when he throws it down. A loud shatter, before the bottle breaks against the black counter top, spilling alcohol over the edges.

    "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

    He grips the top of the bottle even tighter, slamming it into the counter over and over again. It threatens to cut his hand, if he isn’t stopped.

[redautumnrain]

      Sure, his life had undergone a series of changes in the past few months, and not all of them were particularly easy. However, it was safe to say he didn't mind the direction his life was going now. Of course, there were still some bumps and pot holes in the road, but Koujaku supposed that was they things went. They'd be paved over eventually. One thing was for certain, however, he wasn't about to forget the one who typically rode shotgun on this winding road. And despite everything that had happened to both of them along the way, he hoped that was one thing that wasn't about to change.

      It been a while since he'd graced the threshold of the Black Needle. Not that it was intentional of course. And perhaps his visit couldn't have been better timed.

      "Hey, Miz-" The click of the door behind him, and his own greeting were lost to the sound of shattering glass and the stream of murmured expletives. Almost reflexively, Koujaku jolted at the suddenness of it all.

      The next instant, he was at the counter, Mizuki's tanned wrist in hand, to keep him from breaking the rest of the fragile glass bottle neck in his hand.

      "Hey, hey, hey!" He repeated. There was an urgency in his tone that didn't mask any gentleness. Last thing he wanted was a right hook to the jaw, and in the red-head's current state, he wasn't sure that wouldn't just happen. "You need that hand, buddy."

[khaleecia]

[bishamonten-sama]

☄

Send me ☄ for a text that was supposed to be deleted, but was accidentally sent.

[TEXT] my ass is sore today. thanks jerk

[redautumnrain]

-- [Text]: Uh you're welcome? 

-- [Text]: I'll massage it when I get home

-- [Text]: sit tight

-- [Text]: wow that was unintentional 

[redautumnrain]

seriouslybeni

             "Smile for me, Beni!"

[aozure]

Drew some KoujAKU

[aozure]

did i win yet

[mangxlhaft]

▒░〖 ☂ 〗 ░▒

                        ❝ Ehh? Do you mean Mink-san? ❞

[redautumnrain]

      "Yeah. Bet he's a real charmer. That frown is really somethin'."

[redautumnrain]

mangxlhaft

      "He must be a real romantic, huh?"

[redautumnrain]

紅 - beni - crimson, a deep red

Independent RP blog for Koujaku from DRAMAtical Murder

» DMMD and Re:connect » OC, Canon, and AU friendly » 10+ years over all RP experience, 3 on tumblr » typically multi-para; para and one liners accepted! » 18+, nsfw, and gore friendly; tagged accordingly » Friendly Mun who talks too much for their own good

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時雨 - shigure - a shower in late autumn

[bishamonten-sama]

redautumnrain said: steampunk hair are you shittin me right now

bye obama

[redautumnrain]

That is atrocious. Look at her split ends.

[redautumnrain]

damnaoba

why

[bpdzoro]

[bishamonten-sama]

Aoba had been having a normal day, doing normal things, and in fact he was out and about that afternoon, not thinking about being ambushed or attacked or even thought about, when suddenly, as he was finishing up a delivery and was about to go home —

He was so ruthlessly ambushed by some red monster speaking in tongues so foul he ought to have called a religious leader right then and there to expell whatever atrocious Dark Spirit of Broken English or Demon of Butchered Song Lyrics had overtaken his boyfriend.

"Koujaku what in God’s name is coming out of your mouth?"

He swore, he let the guy into his life, let him cut his hair, and suddenly he was completely incapable of a normal, rational greeting. Next time he would probably don a Spider-Man suit and sling down from the rooftops. He honestly wouldn’t put it past Koujaku.

[redautumnrain]

      "I'm high on beleivin'~!" he wailed on, "That you're in love wi- Hey!" It would seem that his lover wasn't impressed. Damn. He should have gone for the Spider-man costume. It might have had more of an impact. Koujaku made a mental note, and logged it away for next time.

      "What? Am I not allowed to serenade you? Make your day a little brighter?" The grin hadn't been whiped off his face, despite the interruption. In fact, it might have actually grown. Aoba could be so down right adorable when he was fussy. And deep down, he knew he enjoyed it. Right? Alright, maybe it had been a bit embarrassing. But he was certain he'd gotten the words right!

       "Was it that bad?" he asked, smile faltering ever so slightly at the persistent frown on his boyfriend's face. "I'll work on my pitch."

[classicrockneverdies]

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[redautumnrain]

damnaoba

      There he was. His red gaze locked on that crown of blue hair as if he were programmed with some sort of homing beacon. Target acquired. A grin spread across his face as he slipped into step beside Aoba, rather casually.

      Softly, he began to hum (though to be quite honest, his English was deplorable, and possibly hard to understand as it was.) "I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me... Boy, you just don't realize, what you do to me...-"

      And then, when he was certain the attention he was looking for was garnered, he began to belt, albeit obnoxiously.

      "Iiiii~'m HOOKED ON A FEELIN'~!"