手裏剣(女)

[shuriken-onna]

*shojo glitter*

[shuriken-onna]

@turktseng

Tseng was focused on the voice message her received before he finally closed his PHS, glancing at the younger Turk, before bringing up his coffee cup, “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear you.” Before he could even take a sip, his PHS buzzed again against his desk, a hand quick to snatch it up, “Ah, hold on one moment-” The phone flipped open and checked the new incoming message, expression tensing a bit as he read.

Cissnei figures the preoccupation is a feign and laughs, holding her mug of tea closer in both hands. It’s only afternoon, and she wanted to doze off at a reasonable hour of the night. “So, the rumors ARE true...” She takes a sip of the tea, quieting down once she notices the expression. 

[incorrectffviiquotes]

Tseng: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was?

Legend: The exploding kind.

[bloodiedrequiem]

Babysitting||Shuriken-onna

[shuriken-onna]

bloodiedrequiem:

Rufus glanced up from his textbook, heard the knock, and slumped onto his book. So much for hoping. He groaned softly and didn’t even get off his book when he spoke to the door. 

“You may come in,” he called, knowing if he didn’t say anything, the Turk would come in anyway. The voice was lighter, softer, more feminine than what he was expecting to come fetch him. He quickly checked his mindset though; feminine did not mean less hostile in the Turks. If anything, it meant whoever was on the other side of his bedroom door was even more terrifying. 

It didn’t mean he was any more motivated to get up and get changed though. Grumbling, he picked himself up enough to turn another page in his text book and start another derivative. 

Cissnei entered the room, stopping only a few steps inside. She looked at the suit, still pristine and folded, and then toward Rufus. It’s something of a surprise. “Shall I ask to keep your car waiting, or are you not planning to attend at all?” The repercussions aren’t on her at all: she is merely told to keep watch over the president’s son--Whether he is at the event or not. 

[angelnamine]

[rpmernes-blog]

bad idea starters.

❛on a scale of one to ten… how illegal do you think doing this is?❜

❛okay, but, consider this: i don’t care. i’m gonna do it.❜

❛there are certain moments where i consider you someone with brilliant ideas and a good future. this is not one of those moments.❜

❛how hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle? how many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?❜

❛it’s three in the morning and i’m bored and you’re the only one awake. let’s break into a gas station store.❜

❛WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT FILL UP A “SUPER BIG GULP” CUP WITH 5 HOUR ENERGY AND CHUG THE WHOLE THING. MY HEART HAS EITHER STOPPED COMPLETELY OR IS BEATING SO FAST THAT I CAN’T FEEL MY OWN PULSE.❜

❛is it a bad idea to use mountain dew instead of milk in your cereal?❜

❛i heard if you suck up enough helium, your voice starts to sound really squeaky… wanna go buy some balloons?❜

❛can you cook bacon with a hair straightener? asking for a friend.❜

❛yes, i did beat him up and i will not apologize.❜

❛complaining helps the situation, like, not at all.❜

❛sooooo, i kind of adopted a puppy.❜

[mintflavour]

[flava-proelium]

mintflavour:

A late day 4 for Inktober, and a very quick n messy one, too. First time drawing Elena.

Pose copied from my photo reference book, People and Poses. Gotta catch up with todays before midnight *scribbles frantically*.

[iosonostanco]

-throws rubber bands at his co-workers cos he’s bored of office work-

[shuriken-onna]

Cissnei jumps once she’s hit by the stray rubber band, casting a glare over her shoulder toward the man who flung it her way. She reached to pluck it from her hair--worse yet, it had tangled around a few strands--which only annoyed her further. Once she had the rubber band free, she turned to her desk and took a few sheets of paper from her drawer. A few tears here, a couple of crisp folds there, and then she had an arsenal of her own: paper shuriken, complete with cork board push pins sticking out from the edges. She swung her body around in the office chair, returning fire: whatever shuriken didn’t stick to clothes, ended up pinned to the nearest wall. 

[bloodiedrequiem]

Babysitting||Shuriken-onna

@shuriken-onna

He wondered if he could get out of the gala.

Rufus conjured up excuse after excuse, hoping it would be enough for him to convince his father he wasn’t needed for press and publicity at the Shinra Annual Fundraising gala. Too much homework. Violin practice. Violin concert! Chess club. Training with the Turks. Anything.

He didn’t want to be paraded around like a show pony like he always was. 

He knew his excuses would fall flat. Still, he buried himself in advanced calculus homework to try and make studying appear more important than his old man’s press conference. He glanced at the clock. No one had come to fetch him to get ready. Maybe he had gotten out of it?

He looked over at the tux he had had pressed and set out for him by the maids. Unlikely, but a youth could still hope. 

He much rather be training with the Turks anyway. 

[shuriken-onna]

No heavy footsteps, no noisy chatter over PHS, only a few taps upon the door announced this TURK’s arrival. 

“Sir, we’re ready to leave when you are.” 

Undoubtedly, this voice might seem unfamiliar--bodyguard assignments weren’t often issued to Cissnei. Yet, given the right amount of TURKs on medical leave or plentiful amount of assignments, such an arrangement is possible. She stepped away from the door, removing her PHS from her jacket. A few soft tones chimed as she tapped at its keys to message the driver outside... and since the president’s son had decided to be fashionably late, it seemed to be a good time to catch up with a few messages waiting in her inbox. 

She wasn’t in any sort of a hurry, but if shown a cold shoulder, orders were to barge in without permitted entry. 

[shuriken-onna]

Lift!!!!!

Cissnei cried out as she was plucked right up off the ground--but that fragrance, those hands--they’re familiar to her. She keeps herself from thrashing about, her head turns to glance over her shoulder. “...Astrid?!”

[magnoliamemes-deactivated201906]

Send “LIFT” to lift my muse off the ground.

It can be for any scenario you see fit. 

©Magnoliamemes

[shuriken-onna]

(( <333 ))

[angelnamine]

[devotedecay]

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[shuriken-onna]

“I hope you will keep smiling. Always.”

Cissnei stopped in her steps, looking back at her. Her smile is reluctant, but she manages a bit. “That’s a little weird to say... don’t you think? Like something to tell a person you won’t see again.”

[memeasaurus-promptus]

Argument/Fighting Sentence Starters

“We shouldn’t be doing this!”

“Please, no-!”

“I think we need some time apart.” 

“What are you doing?!” 

“Where are you taking me?” 

“How could you?!”

“What… is this?” 

“You can’t be serious!” 

“I am not sorry!” 

“I am sorry!” 

“I didn’t mean to!” 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“If you leave now, you better not come back.” 

“No, no no!” 

“Please, don’t die on me now!” 

“I shouldn’t have done that…” 

“You shouldn’t have done that.” 

“Why you little-!” 

“I know you took it!” 

“I said something that I can never take back…” 

“You hurt me, and now you’ll pay for it.” 

“Don’t you dare hit me!” 

“I’m not coming back.” 

“I hadn’t meant for it to come to this…” 

“I-I just… lost control-!” 

“Give it back!” 

“Why did you leave?” 

“I spent years looking for you!” 

“It shouldn’t have ended this way.” 

“I never meant to break your heart.” 

“You broke my heart.” 

“Get back here!” 

“I’m not done with you!”

“I’m done!” 

“I am sick of this!” 

“Don’t you set one foot in there!”

!+ add your own

[shuriken-onna]

(( I'd love to RP but gosh darn it when would I get the time and how would I hold my attention and p. much anyone interested is gone TnT ))