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@wakesme
WHAT WILL DEFINE A HUMAN WHEN THEIR LIFE HAS ENDED AND HIS SOUL HAS SAILED AWAY TO BECOME ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE IS WHAT HE DID WITH THE LOVE THAT WAS BORN IN HIS SKULL . / AN INDEPENDENT ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER , WRITTEN BY HEATHER .
like this for a lyric inspired one liner and i’ll do them before / after work !
TSUKI AKEMI.
⊰ ✪ ⊱ * ░ ┊ ❝ BRIGHT TRANQUILITY ❞
A silent ( cheer ! ) inside of his head , his countenance growing even more ADORING as Chuuya approached him closer. how cute. He was like a little kitten ; unsure whether such affections were — — — genuine. Ah , but naturally ! To the god , affection must come from the heart , broken as it may be. Having Chuuya in his arms only made the broken pieces FLUTTER !
Tsuki drew her closer , fully ( embracing ) him in his arms. ❛ heaven’s most affectionate fool. ❜ The god snuggles himself closer to him , until they were both making contact of their anatomy. Clearly , he knew not what personal space meant anymore. And even if he did , he was — — — distracted.
“ Heeeeh ~ ? I know. But , I like having you with me ! ”
HESITATION NOW LACED EVERY MOVE LIKE THE STEADY ACCURACY OF A PUPPETEER’S STRINGS CONTROLLING HIS ACTIONS . how uncertainty can affect the very depth of a person’s soul ! so unfamiliar , he holds his hat close to his chest with the arm closest to the ground , gripping it tight , almost crushing it’s form like a child relies upon their stuffed animal to chase away a nightmare . but his other hand -- that rests upon the other’s chest , curled inwards now with breathing room all but imaginary .
& then surprise ; AGAIN . perhaps for the first time he hears those words -- at least in a form that came straight from the heart and not from anywhere else . just an admittance , and nothing more . he’s a bad person , frequently he hurts , kills sometimes , enough that he would never expect to hear anything of the sort . he had been about to ask for confirmation , TO HEAR THE WORDS AGAIN , but he refrains for something a little less selfish . ‘ ... i guess i like being with you . ‘
fun fact: chuuya deserves a hug
things i want: ppl to love my ocs things i dont get: this
does anybody wanna watch star trek voyager w/ me and tammy
send chuuya some rlly cute asks or smth cause my head feels like its been thru a blender and i need some life
alright dudes i’’m going to be heading out to a concert for the night, dont expect me to be back at any time before midnight -- if at all. if you wannachat or anything hmu on IM or on skype @ nerds.king
chuuya’s hair gives me so many issues like.. i just wanna pet it... and curl it round my fingers... it looks so nice.. and soft.. hair goals
We’ve known each other for a long time. I’m totally familiar with your moves, pacing, and habits. I wouldn’t have been a proper partner otherwise, right?
by りう
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TSUKI AKEMI.
@wakesme ♥’d
⊰ ✪ ⊱ * ░ ┊ ❝ BRIGHT TRANQUILITY ❞
“ Chuuya-kuuun ! Come hug meeeee…. ”
His tone awfully — — — needy ! , clearly his sense of space had long been gone from its EXISTENCE. Affection and touch is all he craves at this point ; his countenance ( doting ) with arms reaching forward to form grabby hands at the other. His anatomy lying on the grass under his submission to mother nature , he wished for a time of ( cuddling ! ) with Chuuya if he could.
Was this becoming a thing to him now ? ? ? APPARENTLY.
there’s an ounce of hesitance , however , it’s not in response to the offer . no , he’s become used to the other’s antics now , and shares a fondness for them ; something small but gentle nestled snug into the base of his heart . it was nice to feel wanted , needed , like a blanket of comfort over the shoulders of the shaken . rather , his hesitance is at the thought of dirtying himself in the grass .
there’s a moment of thought -- brief , complimented by a quiet breath , before he gives in . he has to take off his hat , holding it to his chest as stray hairs fall in front of his eyes , and he moves to lay by the other’s side . TOO KIND & TOO GENTLE , THERE LEFT THE QUESTION OF IF IT COULD BE TRUSTED . it was unnatural for him to recieve anything of the sort and it was something that left him flustered enough for a faint hint of a blush to cross his expression . but after a moment’s pause , he edged close enough to rest his head against the other’s shoulder . ‘ you know ... you’re quite clingy . ‘
HAYDEN DEROUEN.
Hayden nuzzles his nose into Chuuya’s wet locks, taking in the scent of both shampoo and conditioner. With his keen senses, his nose allows him to pick up every little scent, to break it down to it’s RAW materials; that was the BEAUTY of lycanthropy. He removes his nose from Chuuya’s hair and places a SWEET KISS upon the nape of his neck, the flesh still DAMP from his morning shower. He peeks over top of Chuuya’s head to gaze upon the beauty that was the art of cooking. He moves from behind his lover and leans against the counter beside the stove, giving him a rather SUGGESTIVE smirk
“ y’shoulda told me you were takin’ a shower; I woulda joined ya’ “ He says, crossing his arms over his chest “ I’m starin’ ta’ feel LEFT OUT ‘round here “
amusement ; closed within the form of a twisted grin , a show of teeth , and electric eyes narrowed and framed by dark lashes . he doesn’t respond for the moment , instead choosing to retrieve a couple of plates and place them down upon the counter with a quiet clink . ‘ you were sleeping like a LOG -- i didn’t want to wake you . ‘ he takes the slightest of steps forwards , and lets a hand come to rest against the lowest point of the other’s chest ; soft fingertips brush against muscle .
’ but ... the pancakes will take a while to cool if you’re that eager to spend some time together . ‘
☔ !!
he was already drenched from head to toe , with water dripping from the end of his coat and the rim of his hat . arms were locked tight around his own body against the cold , and he’d be lucky if he managed to avoid getting ill from the entire experience . he fully expected to have to make the trip home alone in the pouring rain , so it came a surprise when the rain stopped pattering off of his skin . he had to glance upwards to notice the cover that had been lifted above his head , and to notice who had put it there .
the gesture itself was ... oddly sweet , though it hardly made much of a difference to his current circumstance he still was able to appreciate it . the faintest hint of a smirk grew upon his expression then as he continued to walk side by side with the other . ‘ you know , i’m cold , too . are you going to do something about that as well ? ‘
' you're a sick fuck, you know that? '
if a monster is aware that it is a monster , and guilt nips at its heels upon every action and waking moment , is it still a monster ? wolves are monsterous creatures to a child , but they only kill humans to survive -- does that mean it is no longer monstrous ? a frown forms on the wolf’s expression , fiery hair framing his features like the flames of hell that a monster should burn in . PUT DOWN THE BLADE , TAKE AWAY THE SHARP EDGE , YOU CAN BE A GOOD PERSON THEN ---- for however many minutes you may survive after .
just accept it ; BECOME THE SICKNESS , let it consume everything despite the way it curls disgustingly within your soul , the way it grips at your ankles , tugs you down till you suffocate in the waters that are supposed to purify you . AWFUL EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING , YOU , WHO WERE RAISED TO PREY UPON THE WEAK , CONDITIONED TO RAZE THE SURFACE OF THE WORLD . IT’S WHAT YOU WERE DESIGNED FOR . DESTRUCTION . he isn’t a monster , he is the boy raised by the wolves that humanity has learnt to fear . how sickening ... corrupted abomination , your adversaries are no better than you . ‘ yeah , i am . so run back home to your PURE LITTLE AGENCY before you get hurt . ‘
DAZAI OSAMU.
they say that death isn’t enough, that it doesn’t really wash away the stain left behind by man. but a slap, a whiplash, something hitting one square on the face, does, because a man’s face is as sacred as his mother. that being said, the stinging of the slap still echoed on his skin and he’d reached up to press a palm against the tender skin if it wasn’t for the fact that he was bound by restraints ; however, the slap itself was enough for osamu to keep his head turned, refusing to make eye contact, but his smile ? that was one thing that stayed. ‘ the little guy in black has proved his strength by hitting a man who can’t hit back ! classic chuuya. in truth, i didn’t expect any less from the likes of you. ’ perhaps his mother was not so sacred after all.
‘ would you like the other side of my face too, so you can even it out ? i’m sure that’s an opportunity that even you wouldn’t be able to pass up, slug. ’ osamu raises his head, his annoying grin still prominent ‘pon his face. ‘ and no, as a matter of a fact, it didn’t answer my question. it’s okay, you can call a friend. ’
a mother carries advice for the sons & daughters , advice as reliable as roots to tie together the dirt upon a cliffside and prevent a landslide . IF YOU HAVE NOTHING NICE TO SAY , DON’T SAY ANYTHING . and if a root upon a cliffside should break there is no telling of the damage from the aftermath , no telling how many people would suffocate from the dirt and rock that crushes them . he clenches his jaw , hand tightens into a fist , root holds onto the dirt for dear life , THE EARTH STEELS ITSELF .
‘ you wouldn’t be able to hit back even if you were able to try . THOUGHT YOU WOULD’VE FIGURED THAT OUT BY NOW . ‘ unmoving , unwavering , the cliffside doesn’t bend . ‘ i’m here to teach you a lesson . you wanna give it a shot , be my GUEST . ‘
i still can’t believe that there is no point to chuuya’s life unless he’s helping the mafia. the reason he’s so loyal? he has nowhere else to go. the mafia is the only place/people that bothered to keep him around and even if that’s just because he’s “useful” it’s still more than anyone else ever did for him. the mafia is his family, it doesnt matter what bad shit they get up to cause like? he’d willingly bleed out for them. hmm. it makes me sad. it makes me extra sad that even though the mafia are his family, he doesn’t rlly have any close friends or anything there? its a workplace not a home. there are some nights, rare nights, where maybe a few of them might chill out but bc of chuuya’s high ranking position theyre few and far between. the closest he gets to friendship is with his subordinates but he’s their boss… bosses cant get too close to their employees like that it makes them think they can slack off and get away with it u kno. in other words, chuuya is a lot more lonely than he lets on, and he’s a lot more sad than he lets on.
AND ANOTHER THING this is where most of his anger comes from too. that sort of silent suffering is enough to make anyone mad but he can’t express it EVER, he cant go off on a rant to the ppl in charge of him, he wont allow himself to take it out on the ppl who works under him, he doesn’t want to be that cruel. so ofc he takes it out on dazai. of course he does. the guy that more or less bullied him on a day to day basis, and also the guy that destroyed their partnership? he's rlly the only option for chuuya to be able to express himself somewhat, because he cant take out anything on straight up enemies because its personal
