#xhinsou

[violetueur-archive]

@xhinsou !!

It wasn’t her fault. He’d been asking for it, anyone would agree. If the stupid  bastard hadn’t pushed all her buttons and opened his big, fat, ugly fucking mouth maybe he wouldn’t be missing a few teeth right now. Could she be blamed for her totally appropriate reaction? Absolutely not! All she’d been trying to do was mind her own business, enjoy a few ( too many ) drinks at the bar — Adonis Tavern was it? — when this guy just had to go and interrupt her night. The bar was rowdy as is, fights happening outside all evening. It was just the VIBE of the whole place that encouraged that kind of behavior. Assaulting him had been a total accident.

Maybe it was her fault a little.

He was disgusting, what could she say? From the moment she’d seen him eyeing her up she wanted to punch his face in, steal his wallet and throw up — maybe not all in that order. Normally she’d eat up the attention of a handsome face ( man or woman ), maybe even flirt back. Maybe go home with them. Whatever, it didn’t matter. This guy was ugly, drunk and certainly didn’t know how to approach a lady. She had clearly been ignoring him, and he had clearly not been taking the hint, and when he told her to ❛ stop playing hard to get ❜ she’ll admit, she snapped a little.

And then she smashed a bottle of wine over his head.

Maybe a little too violent, but who cares? Well, he certainly did, because he’d yelled a few curses and tried to grab her. Now, anyone else might’ve run away or called for help, but Nicolette? No, that just wasn’t her way. Instead, she punched him in the mouth and stole his wallet and THEN she ran. He really hadn’t liked that. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue. She could protect herself just fine, but perhaps she got a little too drunk and worried he might actually damage her beautiful face. So she ran away, and here she was, being chased by this whack job, running full sprint at the closest figure she could find with her blurring vision, reaching her savior at impressive speed for a woman in heels — wait is that a CHILD?

❝ Hey! HEY!! Oh my God please help me, this fuckin’ psycho will not leave me alone! He’s like obsessed with me or something and I’m to pretty to deal with this! ❞ Wow, yeah, she definitely just asked an actual teenage boy for help. 

[nekogoggles]

A sigh ejected between gritted teeth, Shōta’s entangled form flopped flat on the ground ensuing a long and defeating struggle against his capture weapon’s alloyed binds. The only thing he’d succeeded in capturing so far was himself! presently immobilised like a kitten muddled in yarn and rapidly losing blood flow in all extremities. 

Frustrated by his own inadequacy, gloomy eyes ascended to an equally gloomy sky above him, dark grey clouds threatening to split open and soak him to the bone. Just what he needed. With no desire to end up caught in the downpour, his lust for escape was renewed. Shōta sat up, methodically writhing parts of his body in a bid to loosen the restraints around him.

The effort sucked up so much of his concentration, he failed to notice another boy staring unblinkingly at him until he’d managed to wriggle one shoulder free at last. He had no idea what this kid’s deal was, but the scrutiny made him uncomfortable, doubling how stupid he already felt for getting himself into such a tangle to begin with.

“Q-quit staring at me like that.”

•   @xhinsou​   •

[scarfheroine]

@xhinsou​​ ♡’d for a starter

You’ve always been a bit on the shorter side, body’s growth stunted by three years likely does not help with that. As life would have it, that means there is a number of things she cannot see, reach— the slight inconveniences that this translates to. Today’s festival is clearly no different of a situation for awkward girl, pursing her lips as she contemplates what would be the best solution. Person a ways away catches her eye: he might not look like the friendliest, possibly not the most willing to assist her, but Ayano has never let things like that deter her.

( Besides, she thinks he looks a little lonely over there all on his own )

“E-Excuse me!” She does her best to get other’s attention and hopes she doesn’t come off as too irritating, offers a friendly smile. “I was hoping I could ask you for a favor, if you aren’t busy...?”

[inexcitabilis-blog1]

@xhinsou​

“Do you think it’s a little late to be out, kid?” Risotto started, seated on the bench while he just watched the sparse population wander the park. He’s counted probably four separate people, three adults, one this teenager. Of course he couldn’t care less about why the kid was out, maybe sneaking out of some parent’s house after curfew, whatever it was teenagers happened to rebel against.

And of course this one had purple hair.

“It’s dangerous.”

[temnolev-blog]

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

character headcanons | not accepting

It honestly depends. Back when he was traveling with his friends, most of his thoughts were related to their current goals, making sure they had enough supplies, that everyone was alright and well. Really it was thoughts of making sure their group was all good and well, and they knew what they had to be doing. Here in Koi however…he doesn’t really think of much in particular before he falls asleep. He thinks about his friends from time to time, but for the most part his mind thankfully doesn’t make him think about anything. For once he can sleep without having to worry at all.

[rojoses]

verbal or non - verbal communication.

character headcanons // accepting

there’s a lot left unsaid between her and her teammates, and they don’t exactly have the luxury to sit and chat, and catch each other up either. so small things in passing, like affirmative words, touches, smiles and nods are just a few ways that reassure ruby – that tell her she’s doing the right thing, or that they trust her. 

so while ruby heavily prefers verbal communication when possible, she’s aware that it’s not always the best or most practical way of handling a situation. if you look at team rwby’s battles – aside from the shouting of team attacks, there’s very few exchanging of words. it’s because one. they’ve thoroughly practiced and trained to hone their attacks and two. because they trust one another. so without the presence of doubt, there’s no need to ask further questions ( unless you’re weiss ). 

and sometimes words are the nail in the coffin – solidifying things that… she’d like anything but to accept. and sometimes, they’re just too painful.

[chamberoftruth-blog]

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

What’s that? Just because she’s in bed she should stop thinking about work? Preposterous! As she’s going to sleep, Kirigiri plans/goes over the order of business for the next day. Which place to investigate when, syncing that with public transport schedules, what she knows so far and what pieces are still missing…

Although, when her mind starts to falter she starts thinking about the things that are usually shielded by her professionalism. She reminds herself of the reason she’s doing all this... for others. The acquaintances she met that day and old acquaintances from her past as well... She wonders what they’re doing, how they’re doing… and somewhere deep down hoping that they remember her as fondly as she remembers them.

[expieer]

verbal or non - verbal communication.

misc. headcanons.

He’s not mute, so its....frankly a mix?

Dimitri was born into royalty and expected to carry on the exectations therein, so he’s fully aware he needs to talk to people though he doesn’t consider himself much of an orator! 

As for his body language he does tend to carry himself like a noble would be expected to (bowing out of courtesy, general chivalrous gestures when necessary) but a good chunk of it--namely table manners--broke down in the years he was on the run from the Adrestian Empire.  (When you’re all on your own and only care about avenging your dead family some things kind of just don’t matter.)