No title available
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
@theartofmadeline
Game of Thrones Daily
No title available
shark vs the universe
cherry valley forever
tumblr dot com
No title available
Discoholic 🪩
Jules of Nature
Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)
Xuebing Du
KIROKAZE
blake kathryn
YOU ARE THE REASON
d e v o n
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
RMH
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Finland
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Switzerland
seen from Greece
seen from Brazil
seen from Portugal
seen from Vietnam
seen from Malaysia
seen from Canada
seen from Iceland
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from United States
@rexumbram
I feel like Ouran High School Host club is the one fandom that everyone’s in, but never talks about.
Why do we not talk about this?!
I went to karaoke with a bunch of teachers in Japan and someone put on Sakura Kiss & I knew all the lyrics and my Japanese coworker turned to me and whispered “Ah, so you’re a pervert too.”
The redhead gave a sly grin in return to the others actions. It was rather cute to him. Almost endearing, but he would never go that far with merely a human. Oh, heaven no, he could never get attached to this child. So, this flirting meant nothing to him, other than a bout of nostalgia from when he was in the academy. “Now, how could I ever forget such a lovely name? Especially when it goes to such a fine-looking young man?”
"I wouldn't quite call it lovely..." After all, it had been one of the more least preferred in his father's book of prodigal names. His siblings had gotten the better deals on that end, but they were simply names, and Kyouya never cared enough beyond that to think that it gave any of them an advantage over one another.
The dark-haired teen reached up to adjust his glasses before folding his arms. "So dare I ask then what you are doing out at this hour of the evening? I doubt it's because you also magically mixed up your transportation."
“The name’s Grell Sutcliff. What about you, Handsome?” Without missing a beat, the redhead was a bit closer to the other and feeling up the poor boys arm.
Shouldn't have asked, the young Ootori thought inwardly as he felt the hands start to roam up his arm. What was it with people and being so touch-feely with one another, was this some sort of new thing that he hadn't quite caught on to during its craze?
Instinctively pulling his arm back, Kyouya made another face and made to stand up and brush himself off. "Ootori... Kyouya Ootori, though I'm beginning to think of asking you to forget it immediately."
⊰【Ⅷ】⊱ - ❝It’s not a dress! It’s a cloak! Y- I-❞ Good job, you’ve shocked him into silence, where he’ll just casually flail is arms for a second. Then - narrowing cat green eyes; a smirk tips his lips. Slim fingers dragging the zipper down on his cloak - a simple roll of his shoulders sends the article of clothing to fall to the ground. ❝That better, butler boy?❞
"..." Now it's Kyouya's turn to lose his tongue, not entirely sure how to respond when someone practically started stripping in front of him. The only person that really did that nowadays was Tamaki, and the idiot was currently nowhere to be seen. Slender dark brows purse before the young heir lifted a hand and rubbed at the bride of his nose, just between his eyes.
"I... suppose that does solve the problem of running, yes."
hA
guess who finally remembered their log in information pff
⊰【Ⅷ】⊱ - ❝Don’t pout, now. You wanted to spar. It’s not my fault you can’t beat me.❞
"In that dress...? I would sooner think you to trip over it than manage to hit me."
"Why are you hugging me?"
“Because….you’re my mon ami!”
"Simply a taste of your own medicine, papa.” That smile didn’t leave, but it wasn’t quite as malicious looking as it had been before. There was a slight softness to it that only came out every so often, most times during those when Tamaki was sulking or worried about something, but most did not know Kyouya well enough to realize that he had his own way of caring; it was just that few ever got to see it.
"Now… enough of this, hm? There’s much to do, and none of it can be done if you are sitting here growing mushrooms. Ouran needs its King… yes?"
It takes a few moments for Tamaki to come to from his bout of childish antics, but when he finds himself out of it, there is a smile that could belong to someone smug. But in this case, it was the smile of a fool and a hearty moron. Tamaki pushes himself up from his seat and then turns to Kyouya, giving his signature pose that he took on whenever he had an idea—or tried to fulfill spirit within the club. “Maman, you are right! Besides, I am almost positive Kings do not grow their own mushrooms—how silly would that be?”
Yeah. He’s serious.
“Maman, you work hard.” Tamaki mused, shoving one of his hands into his pockets and leaning a bit back towards Kyouya. He extends his free hand to his best friend, grinning like the idiot everyone loves. “You must be stressed—perhaps Papa can get you a massage after club hours.”
"Quite silly indeed, I would think." Kyouya simply smiled in a knowing manner before leaning back a bit. It was rather amusing how little it took to bring the Host King out of his slumps, but in the end, it meant less work for Kyouya since Tamaki's mood swings would occasionally disable him from being able to continue club activities, and that was when it became a problem for the Shadow King.
Upon seeing the outstretched hand, Kyouya lifted his gaze and smiled a second time as he reached out and took it. Tamaki assisted him easily with getting to his feet, and once done, he dusted a bit of imaginary fuzz off his shoulders and then ran a hand through his hair. "Perhaps... That isn't a bad idea."
☪ - ❝Oh. ~ !❞
⊰ He hadn’t really meant to stumble in like this. He’d been looking for a friend, and could have sworn he’d seen them come down this way. But when he opened the first door he saw, he wasn’t greeted with his friend - he was greeted with a room full of girls, boys sitting here and there at the tables and - Brown eyes watched, head tipping curiously as he watched one of the females blush. Whatever could be embarrassing her that horribly? ⊱ ❝Wh-.. What is this place?❞
From the closest corner sat a dark-haired man, having just finished sliding one of his pieces across the board as he indulged in a game of Backgammon with one of the ladies. He looked up when the door opened, and upon seeing it was someone who he guessed had stumbled on the music room on accident, excused himself from his crowd for but a moment.
"If I may," he began, casually walking over to the smaller before he came to a stop, heels together and back straight as he leaned down enough to bring them eye to eye, "you have found the Ouran Host Club. We are a club dedicated to bringing entertainment and company to this school's attendants- mostly young ladies, as you may have noticed, but men are not entirely uncommon either. Are you lost?"
He froze, amethyst eyes settling upon the strange man that appeared from seemingly nowhere. There was absolutely no way a normal person could move like that, and Kyouya’s eyes squinted from behind his spectacles.
”… If this is something club related, I’m going to have to ask you to wait until tomorrow and come to the music room. I do not take out of hours appointments.”
Humming, the reaper walked towards the other, getting into the others personal bubble. He did not quite know the thing known as personal space. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. But, that’s alright, you’re cute, after all~”
Kyouya automatically leaned back, lips pursing into a characteristic frown. Not only was this man oddly dressed, he was almost like Tamaki in the sense he spoke so suggestively... which the dark-haired teen was honestly used to, but not when it was someone other than his blonde friend.
"... And who are you, might I ask?"
THESE ARE SOME OF THE TAGS THAT THE 4CHANNERS ARE HITTING.
PLEASE, JUST STAY AWAY FROM THE TAGGING SYSTEM.
The caption was to a gory photo, under the #feminist tag.
This is serious.
Signal boost, please. People need to stay out of these tags for now.
Kyouya is fucking terrifying. I mean, Tamaki was glad that Kyouya was expressing his true self but why did his true self need to be so scary. So when Kyouya made that evil smile, it made the possible heir shudder with absolute terror. In fact, he even went so far to jump back as soon as the bear was set back into his lap. Goodness gracious, his friend was evil. “I-I-I’m sorry.”
“M-M-Maman…do..do you want back rub? Or a nap? You seem strained.” And super scary.
"Strained? Not at all, Papa..." Kyouya continued to smile, casually watching as his friend practically bolted away from the same toy that he had been so frantically searching for not moments before. He knew that- in truth- it was really himself that Tamaki was attempting to put distance between, and it didn't really bother him, but he sort of followed after the other anyway. Just to see how long he could push it.
He eventually sat down beside the other and casually folded his hands in his lap. "I was thinking of something perhaps more along the lines of chat over tea."
"Bad idea."
❀ Independent Takashi Morinozuka roleplay blog
❀ 3+ years of roleplaying experience // 6+ years of writing experience
❀ multi-verse and multi-ship
❀ one-liners, crack, short paragraphs, and novella (I use icons/gif icons)
❀ crossover and au friendly
❀ askbox is always open for in character asks and plotting and if you just need someone to talk about anything
❀ mun is super friendly and hella rad and really awkward, so don’t feel shy about talking to me
ask // about // guidelines
——OX OF THE ZODIAC
° Independent roleplay blog for Hatsuharu Sohma ° Eleven years of roleplay experience, four on tumblr ° Multi verse, Single ship, AU & OC Friendly ° Novella style, multi para, para, script ° Use of icons and sometimes gifs
——MOO ASK ABOUT RULES
Yuki offered the other male a smile, still curious to how someone could get lost only to end up here of all places. Then again, could it rally be that much of an unusual coincidence? Unannounced guests were starting to become a usual thing for them now. “Yes, it seems that way. No need to apologize. It happens to the best of us.” Not wanting to seem rude, the grey haired teen moved to the side, allowing the traveling to come in if he wished. “You’re in the middle of nowhere but lucky for you, this structure has been found.” How much luck could a person have if they stumbled upon this residence?
Honestly, he hadn't a slightest clue how he had managed to get lost either. It wasn't like him at all, but somewhere along the way, he'd zoned out and walked in a random direction until he arrived in a place where even his phone was having a difficult time picking up a signal. He was still in Japan... right?
"Yes... I do suppose I am rather lucky." The dark-haired male hummed gently beneath his breath, deciding that he might as well come inside so he could stay out of the oncoming weather; the sky was congested with clouds, so he had no doubt that soon it would start to rain. "I apologize for dropping in like this, but the gesture is much appreciated."
As he stepped inside and slid off his shoes at the door, Kyouya turned to the other and offered a rather charming smile of his own, one that he had well practiced after being a host at Ouran for many months on end. "It would be rather rude of me not to introduce myself though. My name is Kyouya Ootori, and I am a student at Ouran High. You are...?"
What Pokémon can you see my muse becoming?
Bonus points if you explain why!
"I'm dripping with good looks."
♔ — Independent Tamaki Suoh roleplay from OHSHC
♔ — +2 years of Tumblr roleplay
♔ — 5 years of roleplay experience
♔ — Multi-verse and Multi-ship blog
♔ — I will roleplay with anyone~
♔ — GIF/Icon rp format
♔ — Crack roleplays, one liners, and long novellas are welcome
♔ — This blog needs activity or else Tama-chan will cry
home message rules about
It was raining. Too much rain really. Not that she minded, as she stood out in the rain, feeling as the raindrops had pelted against her skin and scales. It felt nice. Nothing to worry about for the moment. She knew that she should go back inside soon, to her tiny house, to watch the rain from there, but at the moment, it all felt like that wasn’t going to happen. But…someone was there, standing there, out in the pouring rain as well. Her violet eyes moved to look at them. "Do you need…somewhere to stay?" she asked, self consciously covering up her scaled arms.
This wasn't like him at all.
He blamed the lack of sleep, but somehow he had worked overtime and missed the last bus back to the subway. Normally he would have just called the butler to come and pick him up, but he'd requested the time off a while back, and now he was gone for the week after Kyouya had insisted that he would do just fine without the transportation. Tamaki had insisted that he come and stay at his place, but someone had to stay and take care of the estate and make sure the business was still running in order.
The last thing he wanted to have to do was call his father and explain his blunder, which he knew would not go over well.
As he stood in the rain, holding the black umbrella over his head, he heard a soft voice calling out to him that caught his attention. Amethyst eyes slid over to find a young woman not too far away, hugging herself in a sort of shy manner. He would blink once, expression schooled as to hide whatever was going through his mind before he would respond.
"It would seem I am in a rather unfortunate position. I've missed the last bus to the subway."
