#ryuukado

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Me: I need to stop drawing my otp

Also me: *sees The Little Mermaid* TIME TO DRAW

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TFW you’re so desperate for your rarepair content that you read fics from another language and use google translate to be able to read them

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Beauty and the beast Au with Ryuukado cause it fits. 

[herxum]

@ryuukado liked for a starter ! 

          ‘ you’re that kid, right ? one of the ones that celty knows ? ah, wait, you don’t mind if i smoke, right ? ’

[darekaimasuka]

It’s the most effective week for promotions as they’re a week short of christmas, so live-voting to this number on the screen has kicked back into action. 

The options flicker on the screen to a five-digit number and Aoba stares slack-jawed at a  quintuplet of idols dressed as snow angels dancing across the skin.

   HE’S never seen more skin in his life. 

He doesn’t look down when his fingers fly across the screen to the 2nd speed-dial programmed instead. 

      SENT: @ryuukado

??: Recipient

+52302 

“LET IT SNOW”

[darekaimasuka]

Never let a monarch live it down when he’s resurfaced scufless, unscathed, untouched. 

He’s seen the informant, the black rider making a great impact on the place (both big and small), riding around bringing --- normalcy.

That’s what Ryuugamine Mikado hates.

“I take it you’ll be needing this.” The phone Aoba lowers as a non-threatening gesture, is a pawned item - a product of him overthinking his stay. “You forgot it! Ryuu-Inseparable from your phone-gamine senpai.” 

“Word is on the street you were looking for me. Where would you be without me?” Aoba lightly clasps the phone shut, “Aren’t you lucky I look after you?” He asks, innocently, stopping short of his upperclassman a few steps to let the phone charm dangle in front of Mikado’s face. 

“Senpai. I’ll show you around! This tour is entirely on me.”

@ryuukado

[acephala]

( ryuukado )

      The city almost feels like home. It isn’t, of course, and she knows it; but she has spent so many months there that she can’t help but already know how it works. She knows the people, the shops ( even if she doesn’t frequent them ), the streets ( more now than ever now that she has Shooter back ), the atmosphere. She knows her favorite places to be, her favorite people to hang out with, even the ones she is sure she’s never talking with. People can be dangerous in the city, more so than in Ikebukuro, and it worries her.

      She doesn’t like violence, nor to be obliged to be violent only so she can save her own skin & her friend’s.

       But recently the city has been quiet; which is good, Celty appreciates it. But it’s exactly in those moments she misses her friends the most; Anri, Mikado, even Kadota’s gang. They’re safer in Ikebukuro, that’s how she reassures herself. They’re safe.

       At least some of them are. That person across the street... wasn’t that...?!

      It takes only a moment to park Shooter next to the boy as she catches up to him, another to take her PDA out and only a second to write her message.

Mikado?! How long have you been here?