Ultimate Yakuza FUYUHIKO KUZURYUUfrom Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despairindie || selective || semi-activewritten by Raine || 01.04.18
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THIS BLOG IS ARCHIVED
Hey everyone,
Thanks for following my first Dangan blog. I’ve decided to move on from Fuyuhiko mostly because I don’t really have enough muse for him nowadays to dedicate an entire blog to him.
I’ve turned off my inbox. Sorry to everyone who sent something and never got anything back! It’s been a really fun run, I appreciate all of the wonderful threads and memories I’ve had with everyone on this blog.
Best wishes moving forward!
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“In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.”
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)
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Hide yourself. Run away from everyone. Die in that hole you dug for yourself.
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‘ what makes you think that you could understand ? ’
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won’t you have pity for the hopeless sinners ?
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my main coping mechanism is pretending like I don’t care
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there’s no { FIXING } me
… but, thank you for trying
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Go on, try to 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕞𝕖.
And good luck, ‘Cause you’re gonna need it.
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moodboard meme
send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.
✿ for a general moodboard about my muse
💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship
❤ for a moodboard about a romantic relationship of my muse
💗 for a moodboard about another significant relationship in my muse’s life
💕 for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships
👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style
👶 for a moodboard about my muse’s childhood
🏠 for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics
🍕 for a moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods
👮 for a moodboard about my muse’s occupation
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“Let’s get one thing straight– I’m not here to make friends. I have neither need, nor desire, to form bonds with any of you. This is a competition. One I intend to win. So unless you wish to find yourself made into a complete fool in front of all your peers, I suggest you stay out of my way.”
independent roleplay blog for byakuya togami, established 5/17/18, penned by sarah.
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Reblog this if your muse looks good in a suit.
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noblehope:
“Oh! That is a wonderful suggestion, yes, of course!” she exclaims, relief washing over her and removing the tension in her smile. Sonia is quick to drink down the rest of her glass (thankfully there was not much left from her taking two large sips already) and set it down right beside his. “I have not been outside yet, but I had intended to eventually with or without company… however, I am happy that it is the former.”
She couldn’t have asked for a better conversation transition. With practiced ease she looped her arm around his elbow and rested her free hand on his forearm ready to follow his lead. The gesture was innocent enough but that did not stop the butterflies in her stomach the glances they received from some of their peers.
There was no reason for any of them to think too deeply about it. One a queen and the other a kingpin—it all appeared to the others that they were practicing good humor, or at least what was normal for them. Nothing more, nothing less. That’s what she told herself, too.
“… you have very good form, Kuzuryuu-san.” she compliments absentmindedly as they continued towards the balcony. “It is refreshing. Have you ever had the misfortune to escort someone with poor etiquette? I imagine it is as nightmarish on the other side of the table.”
They fall into step with one another as easy as breathing. Fuyuhiko can’t help the way relief floods into his smile as well, offering his companion the courtesy of a glance as she speaks. His eyes happen to brush over the curious looks of their classmates, but he is eased by the fact that most of them lose interest. A soft red gaze never leaves his back as he makes his way to the balcony, however. He wouldn’t have expected it to.
Sonia’s turn towards compliments and idle talk makes Fuyuhiko chuckle again. Leave it to the princess queen to jump on a new train of conversation at the first opportunity. While he clung to the past, she was always looking forward to the future, wasn’t she? Or maybe...
“ There was one time, yeah. I had to rub shoulders with a foreign family, so I learned how to dance. “ He sounds a little sheepish as he tells the story, but in front of Sonia, surely the vulnerability couldn’t hurt. “ Turned out my two weeks of lessons were better than most of the people I danced with that night. Either I’m a natural, or they were just shit. “
The brief retelling sees them to the outdoors. Though the party was underground, make no mistake-- Ibuki had weaseled her way into the top floor of the tallest building in the city, far away from where anyone could photograph their class reunion ( aside from Koizumi. ) The view was breathtaking, but now that they’d exited the building, Fuyuhiko realized how cool it was outside. Without prompting, he gently slid his arm away from Sonia and shrugged off his coat. His undershirt was warmer than Sonia’s part-lace dress; he wanted her to have it.
“ Here, “ he says, laying it across her shoulders. It’s warm with his heat and carries his scent even after he steps away from her to check the shadows of the balcony. ( Old habits died hard. ) When he’s satisfied by the lack of danger, he turns back to Sonia, and... he blinks. Is it wrong to think she looks better in the Kuzuryuu colors? His smile is a gut reaction and, for a moment, looks a little dopey. He waxes it into a proper smirk as soon as he gets a hold of himself, though, clearing his throat as he looks out towards the city.
“ We’ve got a nice view up here, I’ll give Mioda that. “
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noblehope:
Hearing him speak her name for the first time thus far tonight brought clarity to her troubled mind more than the apology itself. Sonia looked down in her glass of wine that almost matched the shade of her cheeks and busied her free-hand by tracing the rim slowly with her finger; the party and everyone else’s merriment fading away into the background. It was just them now.
“… why, your intentions.” she answers quietly. “I feel foolish to explain… must I any further? It is embarrassing to even assume that… that was anything more than but a joke in poor taste.” Sonia turns inwards towards him as she continues speaking (a habit learned to prevent people from reading her lips) and breathes in his gentle, earthy cologne that made her head light. If this were any other time she would have commented on it, complimented it. Now? That would just make things even more awkward than they had to be.
The truth is there forefront in her mind but the words do not form on her tongue. There’s little that she could say without compromising herself—exposing old feelings that always resurfaced whenever they were face-to-face even when she tells herself they won’t—if she hadn’t already. He really must think she’s a silly girl.
“Ah, but… I do not believe you have to question that reason, yes? Hm, it is a very obvious one.” Sonia forces a laugh and brings back her smile while she explains the truth without the truth. Another pause, another sip, and her eyes find his once more. “… I do not like there being awkwardness between us, Kuzuryuu-san. Your company is too valuable to allow silly things to ruin it.”
His intentions, she says. Fuyuhiko can’t help thinking she’s the one misunderstanding through all this. It hadn’t just been a joke, and honestly he’s a little surprise that she denies the possibility of it being otherwise so... vehemently. He tries not to be upset by this, instead watching Sonia’s perfectly manicured nail go round and round the lip of her glass. He doesn’t even think about their proximity; he’s smelled jasmine and gardenias from the moment she offered him punch.
What he’s thinking about-- what he’s consumed by-- is how he can’t quite decipher her language. Fuyuhiko is much more direct than the diplomatic queen, so her attempt at describing ‘the truth without the truth’ misses him almost entirely. He has an inkling of an idea, but he doesn’t want to be wrong. In any other situation, he might try goading a clearer explanation out of her, but Sonia is not an interrogation subject nor an enemy of his clan. She is a friend and he used to wish she were more; he knows better than to be rough with her.
She’s right about one thing, at least. The awkward tension isn’t doing well for either of them. He mulls over his options for a moment, staring down at his sake cup before he catches movement out of the corner of his eye: an incoming waiter. His mind is made as impulsively as ever; he downs his sake in one go and endures the burn as he sets it on the transient tray. His next words are a carefully staged offer. She’s free to reject, but as he extends his elbow, he hopes she won’t make him out as a fool.
“ C’mon. Let’s go get some air. “
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noblehope:
The drinks come and she thanks the waiter kindly after picking the glass of what she knew to be her favorite of Novoselic’s red wines. Ever eager to share her culture, Sonia had insisted that she handpick tonight’s wine selection from her own private selection for them all. There were only so many bottles allowed outside the kingdom per year, and she had made sure to have their reunion make that cut. For some, she was sure, it’d be the only chance that they would get.
“W-what?” He almost makes her drop her glass at that response. “Kuzuryuu-san…! You jest, but I would prefer if you did not again at my expense like that. I would never use you. I-I only meant that—that would never be my intention. Secondly…” she trails off, looking aside as her face grew hot again for all new reasons.
Date him? Date him? It was all part of his teasing but it brought up old feelings and daydreams she had buried deep. A date, a date, one like she always… Painfully aware of the growing awkwardness between them, she clears her throat.
“Please be careful of what you say less I am given the wrong impression. I.. I would hate for that, too.” Is she thinking too much on this? She’s thinking too much on this. Absolutely.
Her mouth is dry. She takes a sip.
Her reaction makes him want to flinch, but he stands tall and keeps his wits about him. He feels guilty, of course-- he had meant to make a joke at Sonia’s expense, yes, but he hadn’t expected her to take it so poorly. He bides his time to jump in and apologize, holding his tongue so that he doesn’t make another blunder by talking over her.
...except, for a moment, she pauses. Fuyuhiko isn’t the best at reading people, understand, but he can recognize a blushing girl. It surprises him. Sonia is always so composed and mature-- to see past her regal facade ( even for a second ) and spot the insecurities of any other woman... it’s humanizing.
The air between them is awkward, yes, but Fuyuhiko’s gaze softens. It’s an odd time to feel thankful, but he is. He’s thankful that he met Sonia, because she’s made him realize time and time again that if the queen of a foreign country can be like any other woman, then perhaps... for tonight... he can be like any other man.
“ ...I’m sorry, Sonia. “ Even after all these years, apologies are sour and alien to his tongue. He says one anyway because it’s deserved. He tries for something of a neutral expression, but he can’t help the concern and terrible, terrible hope that lingers beneath it, cushioning his normally brash tone. He knows he shouldn’t ask, knows that he shouldn’t be asking questions that he’s afraid uncertain of the answers to, but here he is, lowering his voice and drawing a little closer as their conversation leaves the realm of passing pleasantries and becomes... intimate.
“ What’s there to misunderstand? “
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noblehope:
The beach. An island resort. The more she thinks about it the more she wonders why they didn’t think of hosting their reunion somewhere like that instead. If Novoselic wasn’t so closed off, she could have made that a reality for all of them and a chance at last for them to see her kingdom. Next time, maybe, next time…
“Ahaha, oh my. How considerate of you to include me in your worries.” she said while moving her hand to cup her cheek. “I believe that… perhaps would be the easiest scandal I would ever have to dismiss if we were photographed together at our very own class reunion. Our reputations would suffer no long-term losses, I assure you. The world already knows our connection to each other, Kuzuryuu-san—you do not hide it either.”
She drops her hand and motions to his class ring that matched her own (unlike him she normally did not wear it, but tonight was special) on her left ring finger. Just like the others who wore it tonight, she’d taken care of it well. Point made, Sonia lowered her hand to rest on her hip.
“Besides, perhaps it would do me some good. My suitors always relent with their advances when I get involved in any sort of gossip.. how funny it would be to be told they are concerned with who I keep in close company again.”
More than anyone in her class was she used to her life being scrutinized underneath a magnifying glass. In her quest for peace and prosperity she had met with warlords, criminals, dictators, her own would-be assassins and more. All photographed, all documented, and in some she was even smiling. Laughing. Thus came the rumors, the naysayers, the hate.
But the years went on. She would continue to prove them wrong.
“Surely it would not be the end of the world for us to be caught together, would it?”
Sonia’s question catches him off-guard. The language she uses doesn’t mean to imply a romantic relationship, but part of him almost... wants it to be. He quickly takes that realization and shoves it into the back of his mind, far away from where it might slip into conversation. He’ll focus on something else instead, something innocuous, something-- ah, how about the venue?
If Sonia had complaints about the way their reunion was conducted, she’d have to take them to Mioda. It was the Ultimate Musician who had decided their location, the timing, et cetera. Certain people had pitched in (like Sonia for the guard staffing, Fuyuhiko with the reservation for tomorrow, and Teruteru-- naturally-- with the food) but Ibuki was the one who had put the whole party together-- and she was also the one breaking out the booze.
She announced her presence loudly, introduced the spirits loudly, played a chord on her guitar loudly. Immediately after her announcement concluded, the waiters were going around with drinks, everything from wine to spirits making an appearance. Eager for something to distract himself, Fuyuhiko flags someone down and takes a cup of sake for himself, allowing Sonia to choose her own drink. He realizes it’s his turn to carry the conversation, so he latches onto the last thing that stood out in his mind other than her remark about getting ‘caught together’.
“ You use me to weed out your wannabes? Damn, Sonia. The least you could do is date me first. ”
...oh, fuck. He said that out loud, even after trying to push it to the back of his mind. He clicks his rings against his sake cup and then lifts it to his lip, trying to be subtle about hiding his immediate desire to curse himself. Hopefully she’d just laugh it off. No need to drag this into awkward territory, after all.
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