He’s gonna shop till he drop, Akane.
And so it begins once again.
I can mark my attendance in this fandom as soothing, even though I’ve got courage to make this blog not long ago, like a year after I discovered Haikyuu!! to myself. It’s the type of series I genuinely enjoy and it reminds me ‘bout my time in Eyeshield 21 fandom.
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Got tagged by ijinowaruijinkaku cause he’s a poopface.
- While usually I find greater comfort in rping stoic characters a large number of my muses are actually manipulative shitstains/villains. Then there’s Chibiterasu.
- I’m awful at talking. I stumble over my words a lot and stammer rather often so it’s hard for me to hold decent conversations without fucking up and feeling awful about it
then again I get tired easily from talking for long periods of time so.
- I am a ridiculously unforgiving person.
- Tokyo Ghoul anime frustrates me so fucking much.
- Hello I am TsukiNeki trash, rather more like I’m Tsukiyama trash except Tsukiyama isn’t trash and I will literally screech at anyone who thinks otherwise.
No I’m not biased what are you talking about.
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Happy Birthday, Kou!
From today onward I will be heavily inactive on both Tumblr and Skype due to packing, going back to college, classes, and due to personal reasons. For the most part I will be working on drafts and throwing things into queues but rarely will you see me actually online. To be honest, however, I’ve sort of lost a lot of will to rp on Tumblr (rather rp in general) so taking a bit of a break from it all will probably help me find my muses again.
Happy birthday Kogami-san!
It had been weeks since Akane had started pondering what present to offer the Enforcer, aware of his fastly approaching birthday, uncertain what may content him however, yet not willing to settle for a trinket she could have found just anywhere. Perhaps was it not so much in appreciation over what Kogami had taught her as a mentor as much as a silent apology for having brought him back to work for a system he had previously deserted, not completely against his will for the life of a Hound still remained a more comfortable one than life in an isolation ward, making his choice but an easy one, but most of all because he had desired freedom above all now that he had lost the sole reason that had kept him living, and striving, for during those years as a latent criminal. A gift idea had come to mind when, during one of her late night shifts, one where she had stayed much longer than she should have in order to review the case files she had been working on one more time, the brunette recalled the volume of Swan’s Way sitting on the Enforcer’s coffee table last time she had visited his quarters.
The book the Inspector had wished to get her hands on had been more than tricky to obtain, Sybil’s system not allowing for its existence, paper versions of books near impossible to get your hands on in this day and age as well. The inspector had been able to find it through the internet nonetheless, thanks to the many friends and acquaintances she had made on different Commufields, and it was only a matter of time before a paper copy of Finding Time Again from Marcel Proust found its way to her apartment. It had been expensive, a crime against Sybil though, knowing full well what this system was now, she felt no remorse committing it for it was to endanger no citizen lives, a small tinge of pride filling her upon knowing that she had been able to outsmart the brains as well even though it was but a minuscule victory. Her pick hadn’t been innocent for it reflected Kogami’s state at this very moment, back to where he belonged even if home wasn’t such a good place for him or anyone else these days, a society that the Inspector wished to change above all now that she was aware of its flaws. Even though it would take a long time, even though it would require for people to loose their habits and the convenience the Sybil System represented to all, she had the certainty that freedom [Time] would prevail [be found again] no matter how long it would take.
Neatly wrapped in dark blue paper, the brunette had brought the small present to work, hoping that the enforcer didn’t possess the whole collection of books already and that picking the very last one of the In Search of Lost Time series hadn’t been a terrible pick, the idea of messing this present making her slightly anxious. She may have discreetly attempted to have a look at the books Kougami possessed in his collection before making her choice, she hadn’t been able to make out this particular one, thus believing it to be a decent present. Upon arriving the Unit 1 office in the MWPSB tower, the Enforcer was sitting at his desk, and with confident steps, she approached him, opening her hand bag once she was standing in front of him to retrieve her present. “Good morning Kogami-san. Happy birthday!” Akane offered him a smile, extending a hand holding the package for him to take, her heart thumping in her chest, fully knowing her gift to be a hit or miss… though she truly wished for the former.
In spite of their regular prior arguments ‘bout numerous topics, the redhead possessed respect toward wise by years humans, even though he wasn’t informed ‘bout age of the older male and less he knew ‘bout his interests, yet he attempted an approach. "—This is Wakizashi, Edo Period.” Words were leaving mouth through parted lips, as he proceeded, giving away on stretched hands the weapon. "—An auxiliary sword, for close quarters fighting and to behead a defeated opponent. ‘Wakizashi no katana’ what means ‘Sword thrust at one’s side’. It’s a companion type of a sword, you don’t seem a person who will fight side by side with mortal partner, so accept this one.” And a bow followed the latter words.
Piqued, he observes the shortblade with minute intrigue,
possessing fascination upon bestowed with the weapon—
beautifully crafted, no doubt, but the male needn’t withhold
the obvious concern toward an enforcer, especially one
with his fearsome potential; to wield a weapon free of
influence and judgement ordained by the Sibyl System is
homologous to treason likely punishable by death, not a
particularly enjoyable end much less one fitting for Shinya.
A shame, however, for the blade piqued his interests.
”It’s nice, but enforcers aren’t allowed to have
weapons like these.”
In medias res of uttering said words he discreetly, he deftly
takes the blade and places it within his jacket with naught a
syllable whispered thereafter save for a brief shaping of pale
tiers as indication of thanks.
Happy Birthday Kougami Shinya! [8/16]