The Violet Devil

俺はムラクです。。。 。Houjou Muraku。 。Rossius。 。Citta-Alveare。 。Rank; Citizen。 [apt h-4]。。。[action figure of Gunther Yzelphar can move up to 30 minutes a day, along with two wooden swords for it.] [A part of Heibon; Les Amis; and Shingeki no Citta]

[mangiato]

literally the worst [closed;sixthrossius]

When hearing the news of being able to go back home, Marco only amused the thought once, laughing it off and thinking he’d never leave if only to keep the memories and relationships he worked so hard to build for so long. Even knowing that Muraku would be leaving to go back to his world, he joked around about it with the younger the night prior, hoping to ease his own mind before saying goodbye to the boy he’d come to grow so attached to.

But, waking up to see the same boy he previously thought would be gone from his life the next day only brought total confusion and a bit of fear rather than joy and relief. Marco even becomes startled when the other rustles awake from his small, make-shift bed across the room. Unsure of what to do, he remains quiet until Muraku sits up and wishes him a good morning—something that feels almost routine, but it couldn’t be a standard with some person he doesn’t even know, right?

“Ah… M..morning? Sorry, this might sound a little rude to wake up to… But… Who are you? How did you get into my room?”

[sixthrossius]

Jolting awake, the rossiun teen sits up immediately. Surely, this should be home right- in his, uh… Home, probably…? He didn’t remember, though, he does remember this is the same bed he usually sleeps in. He blinks, and looks around to make sure he is right. It is the room he shares with Marco, but he was sure he should’ve returned home? Why is he here…?  

He notices that the other teen wakes up in almost the same manner as him. A bit wary, Muraku speaks up- a bit hesitant he is in doing so, but he tries his best to remain calm. A part of him knows that staying calm in such situations are the best, “Good morning, Marco-…” He falls silent at his reaction to seeing Muraku in the room they share.

“I…” He pauses for a moment, to consider his words. The rossiun teen bites his lip as he stays silent. What should he do?

“It’s just that I don’t have a home, and you allow me to live here. Do you not remember, Marco?” He begins to explain, he only stretches the blanket just a bit saying all this. However, most of it is true, this is how he did come into this home anyway, “I’m Muraku Houjou…” He continues to talk in a calm voice to not upset Marco in any way possible, “It’s alright, I apologize. I don’t mean to intrude… Is everything alright…?”

[ikanotbelieve]

; feels like deja vu

Who knew their constant bickering didn’t give them a chance to leave, so instead, the family had stayed.

He wasn’t sure what was going on, but there was a feeling in his head which brought the male to shudder. He hadn’t felt well, and even as he brought himself to get out of his bed, he couldn’t recall his home being as nice as this one. With a shrug of his shoulders and figuring out what he wanted to wear, the male decided to bring himself to the Shopping District. Looking around, he was a bit lost, to be honest, wandering around as he took in the sights but he was sure he had been this way before but what reason?

Finding himself in a small shop, he was a bit indulged in the various sunglasses that were on sale. Even though the time was still cold, it didn’t seem like people even cared anymore. The blond finding himself a pair that he settled upon his features, looking in the mirror as he contemplated whether or not he wanted something like them. Maybe it was better if he got someone else’s approval.

Snaking his arm around someone else’s a clinging to them, the male grabbed a camera from his pocket as he placed it before him and the other person; a smile on his features. "Hey hey hey, how do these shades look on me. Nice right? We should take a picture because, my my my, my camera is able to capture two beautiful people in one shot, dontcha think so~*."

[sixthrossius]

His head begins to ache, and every time he tries to remember anything it just aches more. Something, just something is pounding at his memories to get out, to remember what is important to him. Yet, nothing comes to Muraku’s realization. He searches for Marco in his apartment, though the other teen isn’t found. The rossiun teen rubs his head, a bit frustrated at the recent events. This isn’t right… There had to be a reason for all of this, but what? Why did he go home anyway… There were important people—he thinks at least… Right?

With a sigh, the teen decides to leave the apartment to get some fresh air. That may be the best remedy for his pounding headache anyway.

Though, his stroll around the city he seems to remember just fine is interrupted by someone. An arm slinks around his own, and Muraku almost recoils, but he turns to face the person that greets him…

Oh.

“Kano Shuuya.” He says, with some relief, especially since that name with this face comes easily to him. He remembers this one, for sure, the hooded kid that always seem to be joking around.

A sigh leaves his lips, “… Please cease… This isn’t a time to goof around, am I correct?” as a habit, he immediately begins to practically scold him. Well, this kid seems just fine, now does he? One thing does concern Muraku, but he brushes it off for now.

"What on earth are you thinking, at a time like this...?"

[marblesque]

✖

Send me a ✖ and I’ll doodle your character playing Flappy Bird 

[sixthrossius]

Wardrobe!

Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

Terrible.... Really.. Bad. This kid shouldn't be allowed to dress himself. For the most part he does okay looking nice with his school uniform [which he does wear a lot since he's accustomed to his school]- a blazer, tie, and pants.. You know, that stuff. But... Then he wears tennis shoes, and purple gloves. Of course, the gloves look just fine with his rossius uniform- but who even allowed this kid to wear them with the Jenock uniform that's blue/black/yellow... It's so stressful... I need him to not.

The purple gloves are very important... Very. That's definite the staple piece.

He actually can pick out nice peacoats, and scarves for winter... But... It's always purple gloves. Even if the purple doesn't match the outfit, he will wear them? ? ? Yep... Yep.

[sixthrossius]

Vice

Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

He has a bad habit of staying up for hours past his "bed time". Usually he tries to set a bed time for him so he can get the appropriate amount of sleep, but if  he has unfinished work he will nullify that bedtime so he can finish all the work he needs to 100%. So, he can be quite the night owl. 

The biggest time when he feels any shame is if he messes up... He is definitely a person to want to learn from his mistakes, but being berated, and looked down on from a commander of higher rank can be rather embarrassing. Especially being lectured in front of his platoon, not just for him though, he ends up just feeling bad for putting them through that. He's definitely someone that looks for success, not failure. 

[yourfuckingmuse]

A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

[gunplaprince]

∆ another world, once again {open/intro}

This place looked similar, yet it had a different atmosphere. That message from the man on the screen —television? That’s what Sei had called it, at least. Well. The message on the screen left him rather annoyed, but then, he didn’t know where to start in this city. Once again, he was all alone in a foreign country. How big this one was, he couldn’t tell.

"Where is this place…? I’ve gotta get back to Sei and everyone…" Reiji brushed his thumb over his bracelet as he stared up at the sky from a back alley. The stars seemed so far away…

But apparently, the gem wasn’t working. A tight feeling rose in his chest as Reiji’s brow furrowed. Admittedly, he felt a longing for the people he met there and Gunpla Battle. Did this world have Gunpla Battle too? Because he was good at it, he longed for better opponents to curb his craving for challenges. Best to do what he could— which was to survive here. He certainly couldn’t afford to let his spirits be down all the time.

Sorry, Sei… But it’ll probably be some time…

"…Ah— crap—" Unconsciously, he’d been playing with the gem from his bracelet and it slipped from his hand. Running after the the precious gem, he yelled, "Oi, wait up!" Fortunately, it hit against a pair of feet, and he was able to pick it up and replace it in its place on his bracelet. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but he was careless.

Standing up, he looked to the person and grinned. “Thank you, you really saved me there!”

[sixthrossius]

Was it a dream, or not? Honestly, he could’ve sworn he was back at Kamui, and everything was back to normal. The same old war simulations with the LBXs… The students… And meeting with his platoon again-  his very, oh-so precious platoon he loves dearly. Yes, the boy was happy to be reunited with the life he was accompanied with, but everything was shaken up once more.

‘Welcome back to the Hive, Muraku!’

Maybe he did take that small vacation back to Kamui Island a bit too lightly, and now he regrets it a lot. The Rossiun teen stands idly with his LBX, Yzelphar, in his gloved palm as he stares at the familiar buildings, and streets surrounding him. He closes his eyes for a minute, and sighs. Is this really real? Apparently so… Not everything is lost though! The people he loves dearly must still be here. He can make this work, he can’t just sit down, and sulk about his losses.

A small tap against his shoe, and he turns around. Violet eyes stare down at the gem that makes contact with it, but it is soon snatched up by another’s hand.

“Is this item your possession?” He asks then comes to the realization, “Ah. I see. I’m glad I could assist.” Even though he didn’t do anything, at least the item isn’t lost.

“A… Marble, is it…?” Odd. He didn’t really come to terms to why such a thing would seemingly important to one. Well, he isn’t one to judge…

[sixthrossius]

パーティータイム[@Arata]

[blastrising]

Arata noted how he took Muraku off guard with his sudden compliment, and worriedly wondered if it was a bad move on his part. Was it too awkward of him? But before embarrassment could wash over him anew, the other thanked him for it, and even complimented him back. Oh, uwah, now it was his turn to feel flattered. He was glad Muraku thought so — it meant he looked good enough. Laughing sheepishly, he replied, 

"You’re welcome, and aw, thanks! I wasn’t sure I’d look good in a suit to others. I never wear them, so I’m happy you think so." 

Speaking of dancing though, Arata wasn’t exactly confident about his skills yet either. He may have practiced now and then, and gotten a bit of help from Muraku, but he was still worried about accidentally stepping on toes or tripping in the middle of dancing. He certainly did not want to embarrass himself, or Muraku, like that in the middle of the crowd!

But he’ll have enough time to recall all the steps of waltzing later, for now he was too busy getting excited about the food. They probably had some sort of grandiose buffet ! Oh man. Arata followed the Rossian, or rather, went ahead of him by a few steps. “Me too! I’m actually heaps hungry right now; and I wouldn’t want to dance or do anything on an empty stomach.”

Soon enough, the two teenagers stepped inside the dining hall, and what they had there definitely did not disappoint. Just look at all that food…! It was like they had absolutely everything, and Arata couldn’t wait to start filling his plates and devouring the food.

But he was kind of thirsty too, so before that the Jenockian walked towards the table serving punch, and poured some for himself and Muraku. It was just common courtesy! Something even Arata had (stop don’t laugh it’s true). He handed the cup over to the Rossian and waited for him to accept it. “I don’t know if they serve milk here, but here you go in the meantime.”

[sixthrossius]

“I’m not surprised,” He says calmly, “considering how you can’t even wear your Kamui Daimon uniform properly, Arata.” He looks at the teenager, and raises an eyebrow at him; teasingly, in a sense. It isn’t as if he means to insult the boy, of course! Just another small joke to poke at Arata’s rather…Embarrassing, yet endearing habits.

Though, when food is mentioned, it does remind Muraku that he’s a bit hungry himself! It definitely piques his interest to get his hunger out of the way before the couple went off to dance, or stroll through the other areas of the large mansion. Ah, such a massive mansion this is, really! There’s going to be so many things to do. Muraku has to admit, to himself, he is certainly overwhelmed by this atmosphere. However, it does feel nice. He’s ready for the surprises this ball has for Arata, and him.

They make their way to a large table where all sorts of foods were laid out. Such an interesting variety it had. Muraku scans the table to see if any of the foods interest him enough to try- or if there were any foods that he took a very special liking to. Before making his decision Arata is already pouring punch glasses, and soon, one is handed to Muraku.

He takes the glass, and looks down at it when Arata says that comment. After he takes a small sip, he simply replies, “To inform you, I do drink other beverages than milk.” Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true, but there is a small slice of truth with that! Milk is maybe … Perhaps… Ninety percent of his diet when it came to liquids. Oops.

He walks down the edge of the table, before noticing a set of kebabs, mainly strung with meat on them. Muraku stays silent for a moment, eyeing the plate, and then promptly picks it up. A bite. A moment to chew. Swallow. His expression lightens up, and finishes off everything with, “Ah. It’s good.” His compliments to the chef…! 

[arrows-feather]

plat 6 all go to help mikhail out of his control pod cause hes still really out of it after being unconscious for so long and hes literally so out of it that he doesnt realise everyones there until theyre practically latched onto him. i could keep going but i shouldn’t

[torotorotron]

[utsukoushii]

[anything but Beautiful / OPEN]

Outrageous. That was the best word Kousuke could use to describe the current situation. Since he had arrived here, he had felt nothingbut intense irritation at the ridiculousness of it all. Well, maybe tinge of fear… but that was not something the blond was willing to admit to himself, let alone others.

He had lost hope that his father had some sort of part in this plot, and now he wasn’t sure if he was relieved that his daddy isn’t involved in this or fearful of the fact that he was alone. If anything he was honestly quite upset - only a day before the incident had Kousuke finally managed to see his father for the first time in a long while after being called from his overseas studies, and even then he hardly spent any time with him. As much as he tried to tell himself that he didn’t care, he knew full well that he was lying to himself.

And now he was left with… this. Clenching onto the rather useless replica figure of his dear LBX Lucifer, Kousuke gritted his teeth with rage.

“They take me from my home, drop me in some strange place, and leave me with… with… this!?”

Powerful rage consumed him the more he looked at the toy… it was a fake, a copy, it was… it was anything but beautiful. At first it made him feel a little less homesick, but now it was simply a cruel reminder of a world he was missing. Clenching the replica harder in his grip, he couldn’t take even looking at the thing that was supposed to replace his Lucifer, and in a fit of anger, threw the figure straight ahead.

“Ugh!! You are ANYTHING but beautiful!! Disgusti—!!”

Kousuke suddenly gasped and stopped mid-sentence as he realised he’d thrown the toy in the direction of a stranger, hitting them straight on the back of the head. There was a deadly silence, and suddenly the blond had no idea whether to burst with anger or fits of laughter. It didn’t take long for Kousuke to decide now was the perfect time to take out his pent up anger on the unsuspecting stranger.

“You!! What are you doing! How dare you stand in the way of Lucifer! Did that hurt? Good! That’s what it feels like to be blessed by the tool of God’s chosen one!”

[sixthrossius]

At this rate, maybe Muraku will begin to wear protective head gear before walking out in the oh-so dangerous Hive City! No, that’s sarcasm; however he can only manage to take so many strikes to his head.

While walking around the familiar area, getting what needs to be done, he isn’t greeted by a stranger this time. Oh, no, this is different. Nothing says hello than an action figure hitting you square in the back of the head! With the whack of the plastic toy, the Rossiun teen stumbles forward with uneven steps, but catches himself before he could make a fool out of himself, and fall straight onto the ground.

Muraku grits his teeth when he feels the sharp pain throb in the back of his skull, ow, ow, ow… What an aggravating pain, this is. He furrows his eyebrows in slight frustration, but takes a breath in, and loosens the features on his face to return to his default, stoic expression. Now, he turns around to confront the stranger who is now giving Muraku his full attention.

… What an unpleasant attitude.

“Surely, the pain in the back of my skull feels as if it came from the devil himself, more so than God.”  He looks at the eyepatched blond, frowning at him with a disapproving expression. Though, after that remark, the teen comes to a realization at the familiar name.

“The name, however… A LBX, is it…?” Well, this is surely interesting.

[sixthrossius]

パーティータイム[@Arata]

[blastrising]

For once, Arata wasn’t late for something, so he let himself bask in that sense of satisfaction. It’d have pretty horrible of him to have kept his…’date’ waiting during such a nice ball like this, too, so he was glad Muraku didn’t wait too long for him. What he wasn’t glad about though was the fact that he completely forgot about the necktie around his neck until the other pointed it out. 

"Oh—" But before Arata could begin explaining himself, Muraku already busied himself with tying the cloth. Well…this was embarrassing to say the least! Barely 5 minutes in here and he already managed to make a fool out of himself in front of Muraku. Maybe he should have learned how to tie a tie properly beforehand.

"Haha, whoops. My bad! I’ll try to remember this for next time, if ever." He looked presentable enough though, right? Nothing else should have been out of place; he even made sure to check himself thoroughly in the mirror before leaving his apartment. For comparison, Arata looked the Rossian up and down — he didn’t look too different from his usual self, since the standard Kamui uniform Muraku wore all the time was similar to a suit in Arata’s eyes.

"The uh, outfit looks nice on you."

That just slipped out somehow, but he wasn’t lying at least! Muraku did look…good, admittedly. Proper and regal, even more so than usual. (Maybe even handsome but Arata didn’t want to think that.) Hopefully Arata looked just as nice, so he wouldn’t have to fuss over his appearance again later.

Ah, well, enough of that; they had an event to get back to. “The dancing part won’t start right away, I think. How about we grab something to eat before?” The dining hall should be close by, if he remembered correctly. Arata did feel slightly peckish, and just thinking about all the fancy food they probably had here made him hungrier with each passing second!

[sixthrossius]

“Doubtlessly, it should be in your best interest to make a note of this.” Muraku states, a slight admonishing tone towards the other students, “You won’t forget, if so.” Although, considering Arata, who he presumes may be rather forgetful, it may happen again. Ah, oh well. It’s just a tie, a simple piece of clothing, no big deal.

Oh! The unforeseen compliment makes Muraku perk up, giving his attention from the recently fixed tie, to Arata’s face; a bit off guard that the teen that was so unsure about this whole gathering at first would go out of his way to flatter the Rossiun in such a way.

He remains silent for a few moments, pressing his lips together, then relaxing his features he nods, “Thank you very much, Arata… I appreciate the compliment.” He says, almost a bit embarrassed, though he feels bliss knowing that he looks presentable in this outfit, “I can say the same for you.” For once! Especially after seeing him not dressed so properly in the Kamui Daimon uniform... What a pleasant change, hm?

Right, dancing… That’s a thing Muraku made extra sure to prepare for, yet he feels unsure; unprepared, even! He begins to doubt himself just a bit at the thought of dancing around a large group of strangers. Well, as long as he applies everything he learns to the actual situation, it should work according to plan.

The slight uneasiness lifts off his shoulders when Arata turns a one eighty with his decision. To be honest, that suggestion sounded more appropriate right now, so Muraku gives him a nod in agreement, “Let’s go then,” He begins to walk, “I am curious on what they have to serve anyway.”  

[dollofmarble]

Opening move

[dollofmarble]

Oh, it appeared she had caught the individual off-guard, if the sudden tenseness could be taken as proof. Typically, the child would’ve been more attentive to the stranger’s body language to avoid disturbing them, but this time she hadn’t even been subtle in her approach. Dlanor couldn’t help but feel she should be ashamed for her rash action.

At least the male had relaxed quickly, so it was probably safe to assume they were not too bothered by her interruption. And so, at their greeting, the child bowed her head slightly in return, awaiting a response before speaking again. A hint of concern appeared in her golden eyes, however, as the boy glanced at what she assumed was a clock.

The vague sense of anxiety is fleeting, and she perks up slightly at the nod and response; or more specifically at the stranger’s manner of speech. It was still early to tell, but it seemed as though they used a rather formal form of speech and, while it might be silly, it was a little reassuring. It reminded her ever so slightly of Heaven.

"GREETINGS." For now, she’ll at least make sure this is not wasted time for either of them. "Firstly, allow me to apologize for approaching you so SUDDENLY. I’ve just arrived to Hive City, however, and I wished to ask for directions or perhaps a general layout of the CITY. Any information is deeply appreciated, <Mister>…?"

Maybe being more specific could’ve helped, but what the residents deemed important locations was also helpful.

[sixthrossius]

He shakes his head to dismiss her sudden apology, "It's completely alright." He simply says. Well, it seems this one is a stranger to the city. It makes sense, usually Muraku isn't confronted often unless someone is in need of assistance anyway.

"Ah. I see. Welcome to Hive City, nonetheless." He greets her, "Apologies for being rude, Houjou Muraku, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?" 

Hm. 

That is quite a handful to explain to someone who had just arrived, isn't it? Muraku grips the knot of his tie, and fidgets with it for a moment as he organizes his next thoughts.

"For the most part, the general layout is a circle, and the districts are numbered in order." He explains, "If you need help with maneuvering between them you can take the train... Or walk." That's it, right? Simple enough. Muraku doesn't spend his time in all the districts to pay attention to them, mainly only the shopping one, and where he lives with Marco Bott.

"Does that information suffice, or do you wish to go into detail on anything specific?" He asks, "... You're not lost, are you, Miss?"

[sixthrossius]

パーティータイム[@Arata]

[blastrising]

Alright, okay. Arata managed to get to his destination fairly in time — he wasn’t late or anything, at least. Getting dressed back at home would have taken a lot less if he just knew how to tie a stupid tie (There was a reason he never wore one with his Kamui Daimon uniform!). After many failed attempts Arata had eventually given up and haphazardly swung the annoying clothing around his neck.

When he stepped inside the residence, the Jenockian took in his surroundings in awe. Wow, he didn’t think he’s ever been to a place as fancy as this. He actually felt pretty nervous now…! He hoped he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself in front of other guests, and Arata wasn’t usually one to get self conscious. Before he could delve on that longer though, his cellphone — which he promptly fished out of his pocket — rang.

Well, it didn’t come as a surprise to him that Muraku was already here. The guy was a stickler to precision and detail, after all. It’s something he actually respected about him! 

To: Houjou Muraku From: Sena Arata

im already here, so ill meet you in a sec!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Sliding the device inside his pocket again. If he remembered correctly, Light said it was behind the huge staircase earlier. So without any further ado, Arata made his way in that direction, spotting the Rossian soon enough upon entering the room. As he got closer, Arata called out to him.

"Muraku!!"

"Hey! I hope you didn’t wait too long."

[sixthrossius]

He feels relief after receiving the text from Arata; he's not late, that's good. The Rossiun checks his tie, and suit, to make sure anything isn't out of place. Tie, check; Suit, check; appropriate shoes, check; gloves, check. Everything seems to be in order, so now he just has to wait for Arata to arrive.

Muraku perks up at the familiar voice calling his name, and stands up from the couch, "No, it's fine." He says, he looks at Arata, then immediately narrows his eyes at his collar. 

"... Arata." He speaks up again, "That is now how you present yourself, most importantly tie a necktie properly." He lets out a small sigh, how embarrassing. He walks up to the boy, and takes the tie away from him.

"Pay attention now." He instructs him as he wraps the tie around the collar, and ties it into a neat knot against the neckband.

After fixing that, the teen steps back, and inspects Arata. He looks at the collar area, then everything else. He gives a small nod of approval. Good for now. The most important thing is that he doesn't look out of place now. 

Now, since that is out of the way, he crosses his arms, and looks around the room, "Perhaps we should go find something to do, right? Anything in particular you're interested in doing, Arata?" 

[sixthrossius]

Headcanon: Snow.

Since snow isn't frequent around the island, Mikhail, a platoonmate of Muraku, always talks about how abundant the snow is in Russia. The topic of Russia always piqued Muraku's interest, since he hasn't really seen much outside of Japan, or the island, and going to the home country that's very important to Mikhail would be really special to him. 

Mikhail talks about all his dogs that he loves so very much, and sledding in the snow with them, he even mentions maybe someday the whole platoon can come visit, and they can meet his family, and everything; so that's something he wants to do once they get on holidays.

[cittamemes]

Send me a word plus 'Headcanon' and I'll give a headcanon based on that word.

[sixthrossius]

how does mun feel about how yamato and cereal ressembling eachother since you glove porned

... Muraku is never taking his gloves off ever again...