#fourthchairman

[hachidorinoko]

// Sumfin soft for sinday Sunday 💕 👻 full image under the cut because there’s a lot of skin involved...

I wanted to try out the pencil tool and thin gouache brushes after they were recommended by a friend ^^

[mewgagotoku]

@fourthchairman

[ Text; Kazuma ] Kazumaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... (＞人＜;) Are you really really going to be at work all day today? .°(ಗдಗ。)°.

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[ Text; Kazuma ] I’mma love you twice as much to make up for it tonight. Miss you.😘🥰 Meet me under the arch on Tenkaichi for 8pm, I’ve got a surprise for you. 💖 Happy Valentines Day, my 👑KING👑 , I love you.💖（╹◡╹）♡

[iheartkiryu-blog]

@fourthchairman

“Can you just get off my back for a second?” he snapped. Nishikiyama’s exasperated expression melted away when Kashiwagi shot him a frightening look, but the defensive frown remained on his face. “Look, I’m sorry. I know. I know, and I’ll fix it, I promise.” 

Kashiwagi stood up straight, having finished dressing the last of Nishikiyama’s wounds-- nothing serious, but the side of his face had needed closing and dressing, and he knew he was going to be developing a nasty bruise along his cheek and his jaw. “Thanks,” he mumbled, lifting his hand to touch the wound closing strip on the side of his face, and only dropping it when Kashiwagi called his name sharply.

The door to the Kazama Family office opened, and Nishikiyama turned his head curiously to see Kiryu standing in the doorway. Now that was a surprise; he’d made Lieutenant Advisor not long ago, and since then Dojima had been keeping him busy. Nishikiyama wondered what had brought him here-- if it was work, just a social call, or if Kiryu had heard that he’d run into some trouble and come to find him here.

He wasn’t altogether sure which he preferred it to be. Still, Nishikiyama immediately changed his posture, leaning back and resting some of his weight on his hand in a faux-casual pose. “Long time no see, huh? Not too important for us after all.” They’d met up at Serena just two nights ago, of course. “Kazama’s out, if you’re looking for him.”

[daedalcs]

“You don’t give a damn about me.” [ Carson ] - oh whoops I spilled angst all over the place sorrry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Silence falls immediately the argument Jean had been boiling up over suddenly losing it’s flame completely like someone had stomped on it. Feeling like she’d been physically hit she needs to blink a few times, gaze falling to the floor as she realizes that she can’t even look at her son. 

“That’s not true.” is all she can say and it’s barely above a whisper. Everything that she had done for him was because she cared more for his own wellbeing than she ever did for her own personal welfare. She’d given him up knowing that dragging a child into her way of life wouldn’t have been good for him. Jean never wanted anyone to have to live through a fraction of what she did growing up with her own father and brother. 

Standing there today in the kitchen was all because of him, she could have just let the bullet hit her so many times. Could have just let go of the ledge when she was nearly knocked off of buildings. She kept holding on and moving forward despite every broken piece all for him, just to one day make it back to her son even if it was in the form of a life insurance check.

“I should have never come back you know. Things were so much better off without me around and I understand that now.” Jean nods and collects her coat from the kitchen chair before stopping herself hiding her shaking hands beneath the jacket.

“I know Kiryu told you next to nothing about me, but not for one day did I ever forget about you. I never once stopped giving a damn about you Carson, it’s the reason I came back in the first place. A mistake I can see.” Jean nods stiffly already feeling the burn of tears in her eyes and she fishes in her pocket for something and puts the folded picture of her holding him in his little blue baby bundle on the table between them.

“I’ll be leaving, what’s best for you clearly doesn’t involve me in the picture.” 

[daedalcs]

‘ did you do this to me ? ’

Sipping from the mug of coffee and glancing over the morning paper Jean does her best not to look at Kiryu, knowing the second she does this facade would shatter. Humming as she mentally steels herself she places the mug back down and looks up at him as innocently as she possibly could. 

On his face in washable marker is a butt. Jean, a 35 year old fully grown woman, did her very best not to laugh. Swallowing against the stupid giggle that bubbled up in her throat she furrows her brows in mock confusion and then looked him over for a second.

“I don’t.... know what you’re talking about? You look fine?”

[mewgagotoku]

✎ Tenji! <3

WHOOPS, MY FINGER SLIPPED. (Thank you for encouraging this T_T )

[kingofkamuro]

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Send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse. | Accepted

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[daedalcs]

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dial ★ for a little tension || accepting!

“And how are you going to make it up to me?”