#akaixko

[rufuseell-blog]

continuer à partir d'ici. |  @akaixko

    ❛     Ahhh. !! You’re SO KIND with me, thank you. !!         But I’m not a girl, I’m a butler of DEATH. !! ~ ♡ A SHINIGAMI,                    actually. Please, tell me you name amazing man. !!   ❜

[yrkvinn-blog]

@akaixko

The last place Mink wanted to be was in the residential district, especially looking for the other Scratch leader. He’d long since removed the blue contacts, there wasn’t a need for them, and wandered toward Koujaku from behind. 

“Oi, Red. Got time for another customer?” Mink held up a good bit of cash for him, ignoring the women wandering around the storefront. They seemed adamant about getting a good look at the man. 

With tense shoulders, the man stayed where he was, not venturing further toward Koujaku. He was leaving himself a chance to make a quick exit.

[blueleaf-aoba]

'*'

Aoba was taken by surprise at feeling the others lips upon his own. He hesitated for a moment, before pulling back, covering his mouth, eyes widened as he stared at his best friend. “Wh-what was that for?”. Was it just a ‘heat of the moment’ kinda thing? Aoba didn’t know.

[lastremainingalpha]

"Have you no conscience?" Hope you don't mind c:

“Conscience? Is that some weak human thing? It sounds fake.” In contrast to his clueless commentary, Alpha’s devious smirk and mocking tone betrayed his full awareness of the concept–and desire to aggravate the scarred man. Of course he had a conscience–it was called a key lock. Otherwise, he had no interest in feeling guilt. He had his protocols, and that was certainly enough.

[harmonicsymphcny-blog]

akaixko replied to your post:akaixko replied to your post:when will a mink show...

we dont have weerus and torip tho

the main squad..

[harmonicsymphcny-blog]

akaixko replied to your post:when will a mink show up

t r u e

finally, the whole squad

[zettai-ou]

—akaixko;

—  Long white tresses picked up in the wind as Griffith watched his men set up their temporary camp, a small smile of elegance playing on his plump lips as he took in the sight. It always filled his egotistic heart with joy to see his men working hard. Today, he was not clothed in any armor. It was a resting period for the Band of Hawk and he would spend his day in his chiffon tunic; belt around it’s waist, a pair of reliable pants and his boots.  In the meantime while his mercenaries set up their newfound camp for the next few days or week, the effeminate male decided he would take a stroll to the nearby springs. It was beautiful, and he enjoyed moments of calm such as these. The light from the sun in the sky pierced through the trees and reflected off of the water, enhancing his already pale complexion as he seated himself beside the springs. 

—  Someone was approaching. Looking up through thick lashes, Griffith took heed of a man coming into the clearing from the brush. “...Hello.” He greeted them in a mellifluous voice, a petite smile on his face.