#saru-ritsu

[howl-the-great-wizard]

"Alright, fine, you win."

“Aha! See that wasn’t so hard to admit now was it?”

[hiro-san-blog]

AH

🌷🐑🌷——– MEME. Accepting.

Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose.

(It chose DON’T)

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Hiro’s eyes widened childishly as he realized Ritsu was taking his leave. Hiro needed someone around, he didn’t want to be left alone to think about his painful feelings. The emotions that were circulating through him weren’t toxic, they simply confused him and they caused a sharp ache in his chest.

          “W-wait…! Don’t… Ugh… Ritsu, stay.”

[akito-sohma]

【・ヘ・?】:Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

I don’t think so. Because Akito isn’t around bunches of people that often, she hasn’t…Yet.

[hiro-san-blog]

☎

          🌷🐑🌷-- -- MEME. Accepting.

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

💬[MSG] ritsu pcik me up its rainign

💬[MSG] ristu were are u

💬[MSG] RTSU PLEA

[sword-and-gown-blog]

@saru-ritsu liked for a starter

               💝- 💎 -💝-- The golden maiden clicked her heels together in sync with the gentle clicking of her tongue. It was definitely exciting to be shopping for some traditional Japanese clothing, but... None of these outfits had petticoats! Elizabeth needed something to distract from her lack of figure, however, this way of dress tied around her waist, almost drawing more attention to it!

            Though, something did catch her eye. A beautiful orange-sherbert color, gently splashed into the corner of her eye. Soft hues, slim, the fairest skin with not a blemish in sight... Turning, she briskly trotted towards to figure of beauty, ignoring the surprised seamstresses as they were not finished measuring her.

                 •Excuse me, madam? I couldn’t help but notice your outfit... It’s so cute! Orange suits you so well... That’s it, I want one just like it but red! Come on, help me look?•

         She’d given up on her housekeeper/butler, who was agonizingly slow at picking out the outfits, and decided to temporarily adopt this stranger as her own. Batting her large emerald hues at him, she jutted out for pink, glossy bottom lip.

                   •Pleeeeeaaaase? Please please?•

[akito-sohma]

⊙

Send me ⊙ and my muse will bold all that applies to yours

I think you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

[wingtiippeda]

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▉ ▊ ╳┊( memories • accepting ) ;

There are things he does -- little things, things he does not notice in the process of them. If pressed, he can’t name them, but some things just connect. They make sense in a way he cannot describe, but if asked he might say they go together: collared shirts in muted gray, hunched shoulders, lips pressed into a thin line. They aren’t unhappy things, or conscious choices. Just moments tumbling together. 

Spring is just starting to chase away the clinging, lingering ghosts of winter. A few brave buds are beginning to stir, waking from slumber with little spots of pink and green pushing away the last icicles on the trees with their spreading growth. Kureno watches them through the window, and he also watches as two small, round sparrows flutter to a stop, causing ice to drop when feet meet branch. Part of him wants to make a face, but he doesn’t know what kind, so instead he sits and looks. 

❛ No way! There’s no way you have enough! ❜ 

He’s been paying attention to the voices behind him, so they don’t catch him by surprise. But the volume of Kasai’s exclamation draws his attention, wide eyes fixed on the little group currently sprawled across hastily pushed together desks. They’re all elementary schoolers, none of them older than ten, but Kureno feels the barest flutter of his lips upwards as he watches the group. Kasai has his palms flat on his desk, humorous disbelief coloring every word and very clearly elucidating what he doesn’t say -- that’s so cool! prove me wrong! 

Nishida has his arms crossed against his chest, sporting the proudest smirk he can mange. It looks a little out of place, and Kureno wants to laugh in fondness when he says, ❛ I do! I saved every day for a month! I’m going to buy it! ❜

❛ Do you really need it? ❜ Sasaki asks, tilting her head to the side. But even her quiet, careful words are edged with excitement that glimmers -- that wakes carefully, and spreads pink and green. Her voice is warmer than the last of winter’s chill. 

❛ Do you think I’d lie? Please! ❜ Nishida laughs, and though Saski and Kasai look ready to argue, the humor is infectious. They succumb to their giggles. Kureno feels them too, building up in his chest, tickling the path of his throat, threatening to make it past the vice of his drawn together lips. 

❛ We should go, then, ❜ Sasaki says pragmatically, swinging right off her chair and standing -- tall for her age, holding herself high, trying and failing to hide the spring in her step. ❛ Or we won’t have any time. ❜

Kasai follows suit, jumping upright and swinging his arms into a victory pose that threatens to knock him off balance. ❛ This is going to be so cool! ❜

Nishida leads the little group to the back of the classroom and out the door, and something shifts, unlodges, drops in the pit of Kureno’s stomach. For a moment he watches them in mute horror, bewildered -- hey, hey where are you going? Why are you leaving? Did you -- aren’t you going to? 

There are things he does, like noticing. He knows that Sasaki wears her hair down on days when something is wrong and she is sad. Nishida can’t control his face when he’s about to tell a joke. Kasai shares his good news every time and lights up when he sees someone smile. 

Kureno’s shirts are in colors that look faded when purchased new. He stifles his laughter, and swallows his questions. He looks and notices, and tries to learn everything about his friends so that he knows what they need. He doesn’t speak up when they walk out the door, and forget that he is still sitting there. 

He feels something in response. Something he does not like that is hot and bitter and also cold all at once -- it sits in his stomach as he watches the other students file out of the classroom, in pairs and groups. Behind him, he hears the sparrow-couple chirp to each other. 

[akito-sohma]

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   send me 🍹 for a short fanfic/headcanon of our muses

 Headcanon. I have this cute idea about Ritsu and Akito trying to cook a dinner together. For some reason Akito is actually in a good mood on this night and decides to open up a little bit around Rii. The whole thing is a epic fail through…with all the times Ritsu apologizes, Akito burns herself, and the food gets dropped, Etc… In the end they sit down to a meal of burn rice, over sweetened miso, bitter fish, and a mismatch arrangement of sauces. It should never be eaten under any circumstances. However it is. They eat it all. 

    Because of an unstated reason, Akito holds her tongue and pretends to like the cooking. (I’m not sure how Rii would go about it….But he eats it too.) The headcanon comes to a conclusion, when Hatori finds them the next morning passed out in front of the tv. Crippled by tummy aches.