#{ Muse: AyameS }

[aparticularbandit]

I know we universally dislike how Danganronpa handled Chihiro and "he dresses like a girl because it makes him feel comfortable and less anxious but also he wants to become stronger so that he can shed his anxious feminine self and be a real man" but.

I had less of a problem than maybe I should have.

Because.

That's Ritsu's storyline in Fruits Basket (albeit with less murder). Ritsu dresses as a woman - full Hiyoko style get-up - because it makes him less anxious, because it calms him. His idea is that when he becomes more confident and sure of himself (and feels less like his existence is a blight on the entire world for which he must apologize (hi Mikan)), he will dress in suits and be more manly. In fact, the main character, Tohru, believes he is a woman until it's revealed otherwise, and this is seen as a deep point of shame.

However.

Fruits Basket also gives us Ayame Sohma, who overflows with the most confidence of anyone in the entire series, and who also. is a fashionista. Also occasionally wears women's clothing (a wedding dress, at one point, because his clothing store is to fulfill men's fantasies, and one of them is apparently wearing a wedding dress and getting married). Does not see a problem with stylizing his little brother's clothes as more feminine or putting him in a dress (despite said little brother very much not liking being mistaken for a woman or having people mention how feminine he looks).

Like.

Ayame aggressively does not care about your gender roles ever at any point in time.

And Fruits Basket tells us that this is the person Ritsu wants to emulate.

So like.

I should have a problem with how Danganronpa handled Chihiro.

But I'm also starting to wonder how common a plot point/trope this sort of thing is in Japanese media.

[obsidiennes]

[ Continuing with @hirak0s ]

"D'ya need help? I coul' make ya one or both... I've already got our Halloween costumes done."

Bambietta practically threw herself forward in surprise over the collected references, hiding them with her arms and chest!

Wait, what was this woman saying? "... What do you mean? You make outfits?"

[kirisinmeafterhours]

"Y-Yeah... w-who would do anything like that with their D-Duel Monsters..." She totally would-

[per-oceanum]

Croc is the only muse I have who could have interacted with Cora at some point so therefore--

👉👈

[minteayoongimakesmewoozi]

been thinking about this for a couple days now, so... a lil bit of royalty!au teehee

Ayame said she was raised in a family of blacksmiths.

Who would know better?

Her hands and arms had been scarred, even before she became Shishou's apprentice. They thought it was from the forge.

They didn't know it was from archery practice.

She had an excellent sense of balance. From the forge, she would insist. From working the billows.

Wrong. It had been from horse-riding.

Her stitches were clumsy. Because she had never been well-practiced in her mother's teachings. Her mother had been a seamstress. At least her embroidery was passable.

No, her mother had never been a seamstress. Noble women never mended their own clothes.

Nobility was one way of referring to the Higichi family of Okutama. Kuge was another.

Hime was not simply a childhood nickname.

"Hime," Tanjirou whispered, eyes wide, "what are you doing here?"

Here, on Mount Kumotori.

Ayame furtively glanced around, but they were alone. Tomioka-san had long fled, and it was only herself, Tanjirou and Nezuko.

"It isn't Hime, it's Ayame," she said sharply. "I'm here as a Kisatsutai trainee, not as... and I gave up my succession. There are - there is no more Ayame-hime. Just Ayame."

She knew they had a strange upbringing. They were the same age, but they were never the same station. Tanjirou, as a guard. Ayame, as royalty.

But there was only one Higuchi and two Kamados left. And she had given up her succession, the same way Oniichan had done the same before her.

Hime was just a childhood nickname now.

Tanjirou paled. He clutched his oni sister close and choked back a sob. There was no more Higuchi family. Only Higuchi Ayame.

But that didn't make him any less her guard.

Tanjirou was not unfamiliar with a katana. With Breathing Styles, with Breath of Water, but not with a sword in hand.

But Tanjirou said he was raised in a charcoal burner's family. It wasn't a lie. His family had burned charcoal for Okutama.

They were not merely charcoal burners.

He had grown up with a sword in hand, and he had learned to swing it under his Otousan's tutelage. His father had been the guard to O-Junhiko-sama. Tanjirou was meant to be the guard for O-Akihiko-sama. Then, O-Ayame-hime.

No, just Ayame now.

There was no Higuchi family.

But there was the Kamado family, however small.

He didn't know if Urokodaki-san had figured out he was familiar with a katana. He already knew how to do basic strikes. He had spent his childhood sparring with Hi - with Ayame.

There was no Higuchi family.

There was Higuchi Ayame.

There was the Kamado family, reduced to two.

The Kamados had always guarded the Higuchis.

"Hime," Tanjirou gasped as the obi sliced into his shoulder, and Ayame crashed into a building.

She didn't scold him for using that old title. He wasn't sure she was conscious.

Wasn't sure if she was breathing.

He was her guard. He was supposed to protect her, even though she told him time and time again that he was just Tanjirou, and she was just Ayame.

"You don't have to live your life protecting me. I don't want that. I can do it myself."

That was what she had said after they fought Kyougai. He hadn't wanted to agree, but she was stronger than him now. She was one year his senior when it came to all things Kisatsutai. She didn't need protection.

He couldn't have protected her even if he wanted to.

Too distracted by the civilian behind him, he had rushed to protect that man instead of his hime. (Ayame had always been hime to him, even when they were children.)

Warabihime threw her hair over her shoulder. He didn't have to breathe in to know she was satisfied with the destruction she had caused. Buildings lay broken. People were screaming.

And his hime was not with him.

Anger rushed through him as blood dripped from his eyes, staining his cheeks with crimson tears.

He was supposed to protect his hime.

He was going to cut down the false Warabihime in her name.

"Tengen-san found out."

"Eh?"

"In Yoshiwara."

"Eh?!"

Ayame crossed her legs and frowned at him.

Tanjirou winced. He was still recovering from his coma, so he couldn't even dash away. Not that he would want to. Even if Ayame didn't think she was royalty anymore, he was her guard and would continue acting as such.

"You called me Hime," she said, accusatory. "When Gyuutarou was going to stab me. On that roof."

Tanjirou winced once more. Ah, that...

It had slipped from his mouth without a second thought. He might call her Ayame to her face, but she was still O-Ayame-hime to him. He hadn't meant to!

She continued, "He thought it was strange, so he did some digging. Found out that I'm kuge. Which means he knows you're buke."

His eyes widened. "No!"

"Yes." She crossed her arms as well. "So. He knows."

"Has he - has he told anyone?"

Zenitsu and Inosuke flashed through his mind. They knew the stories Ayame and Tanjirou had told of their families best, which meant that they knew the least about the true nature of their families. They were both nobility, and they did their best to act like they weren't.

Ayame shook her head. "He didn't tell anyone." She pursed her lips. "Zenitsu might suspect, though. He was in earshot."

Tanjirou groaned and covered his face with his hands. What a mess.

"We should've just told everyone," he mumbled.

He didn't have to look at her to know she was glaring at him.

"No! I don't want people to know I'm kuge. They'll start thinking I'm unsuited to be a Demon Slayer. I'm a tsuguko. I can't let that happen."

"Hime..." A sharp pinch to his ankle. His leg jerked, almost causing him to kick her off the bed. "Ow - Ayame."

She nodded in satisfaction. "There. Isn't it better when you're just Tanjirou and I'm just Ayame? Look at everything we've done since we became normal people. I don't want to lose that."

Normal people, huh? He didn't think anything they were doing was normal. If they were normal people, she would be a blacksmith, and he would be a charcoal burner.

She would not be his hime. She would just be Ayame.

His heart fluttered in his chest.

"You're beautiful," Tanjirou breathed.

It was wrong. He knew it was wrong, these feelings that welled up in him, but he couldn't help it.

Because Ayame was seated before him, wearing his haori and the sunflower hairpin that he bought for her, and she was looking at him like she wouldn't look at anything else.

"Ayame," he whispered.

Not Hime. Just Ayame.

Her fingertips were rough as they skittered across his jawline, but so, so gentle. He couldn't help but lean into her touch.

He was just Tanjirou, and she was just Ayame.

Her lips pressed to his and it felt like fireworks bursting to life in his chest. It was Hinokami Kagura burning him up from the inside, but it didn't matter as long as she kept holding him so gently.

His hime.

His -

Hime.

She was kuge, and he was buke, and it looked like the same thing on the surface, but it was wrong.

It was wrong, but why did it feel so right?

But it wasn't. It was wrong.

Because she was O-Ayame-hime, and he was Kamado-kimi.

It was the same thing on the surface, but it wasn't the same thing at all. They were of different ranks - not just in the Kisatsutai, but in life as well.

Otousan always told him to never forget his duty.

He was his hime's guard, and nothing more.

"Tanjirou," she whispered. His heart ached, even as it was soothed by the way she called out to him. As if they could stand on equal ground. "I - Tanjirou, I - "

"I can't," he croaked.

Her hair was so soft, ink-black tresses spilling over his fingers. He was undeserving of such a position; his hands were never allowed to touch her. They were meant to protect her.

Even if it meant from himself.

"I can't." No, don't look at him like that. Don't look at him like - "I can't. I'm sorry. I - "

I'm not worthy, Hime.

Tanjirou knew she would come to him. She was always braver than him.

"I think," Ayame murmured, "I'm falling in love with you."

"Don't say that," he said, even as his heartbeat fluttered in his throat and his chest swelled with emotion. "Don't..."

How could she? When she was O-Ayame-Hime, and he was Kamado-kimi.

He dropped to a bow, forehead pressed to the tatami. Showing her the respect she deserved.

"Tanjirou - what are you - ?"

"O-Ayame-Hime, please forgive me."

Her breath hitched. Her scent swirled around him, suzuran and charcoal, sadness and grief.

"I'm not - "

"As your guard," he continued, "it was inappropriate of me. I apologise."

"Tanji - "

"Hime."

"..."

"..."

He didn't lift his head. It wasn't proper.

Her voice was cool when she said, "You are forgiven, Kamado-kimi. Please raise your head."

Oh. He hadn't heard her use that tone with him since...

"No more Hime or O-Ayame-hime. Just call me Ayame, and I'll call you Tanjirou. Okay? We're - we're friends now. Right...?"

Tanjirou slowly straightened. His throat was tight, but even if he could muster any words, it was - it was inappropriate for a mere guard to speak without being spoken to. He kept his gaze on the tatami in front of his knees; a guard shouldn't lay eyes on a princess unless they were in public.

"Kamado-kimi, raise your head."

At his hime's command, he raised his gaze to meet hers.

She sighed. "So that's it, then?"

Tanjirou took a deep breath.

"That's it, then."

It was time they both remembered their places.

Tanjirou's nose wrinkled at the burning scent of alcohol.

“It's tradition,” said Zenitsu. He swallowed a mouthful of his sake and claimed Ayame's seat for his own. “Sorry that didn't go the way I planned. I forgot how quick your reflexes are.”

He shot his older friend a mildly annoyed look.

“Zenitsu…”

“We all knew it was gonna happen anyway. I just thought I'd give you guys a kick in the ass. Get things moving along, ne.” Zenitsu glanced at Tanjirou. “I didn't hear whatever you guys were whispering about, don't worry. The music was too loud.”

A sigh of relief slipped from Tanjirou's chest. He forgot about Zenitsu's incredible hearing.

To stave off more questions, Tanjirou sipped the sake dish in his hands. The alcohol was just as burning and unpleasant as he remembered.

“Ne, it's about to get more dangerous.” Zenitsu tipped his head back. “Not for us, but for Ayame-chan. She'll be fighting in battles that we can't help her with soon enough.”

“That's true…”

"So, whenever you call her Hime, it makes her really frustrated. It's not like she's helpless."

Tanjirou choked on air. "Zenitsu...!"

"You're not subtle. I've suspected for a while now." The blonde laughed to himself. "A real-life princess, and you're acting like this? You really are an idiot, aren't you?"

"Ze - Zenitsu! Quiet down!"

"No one's listening, it's fine." He drank another mouthful of sake. "Ne, you're living the life most guys dream of. Why won't you just be honest?"

"It's not like that. She's my hime, and I'm her guard."

Zenitsu nodded. "Yeah, yeah, but she's never treated you like that. Ayame-chan's always treated you as Tanjirou, you know."

"That..."

His protest died in his throat.

That was true. Since the moment she met him again on Mount Fujikasane, they had been standing on equal ground. Tanjirou and Ayame, not Kamado-kimi and O-Ayame-hime.

Zenitsu knocked his shoulder against Tanjirou's. “She'll need all the luck she can get, either way,” the blonde said lightly. “Inosuke and I already gave her good luck kisses, but don't lag behind too much. I'm sure it'll mean a lot coming from you.”

Tanjirou gaped. “Wh-When did you…!”

Zenitsu laughed. “Ayame-chan's right. Your situational awareness is terrible.” He tipped the rest of his sake into Tanjirou's cup. It almost sloshed over. “Drink up! Then you won't chicken out.”

Zenitsu stood, stretching his arms up. His hands landed on his hips.

“Y'know, the idea of you finding happiness before still irritates me a bit,” his eyebrow twitched, “but if it's you and Ayame-chan, I can't help but root for you guys. I guess it's 'cause you're my best friends.”

Warmth that had nothing to do with sake bloomed in Tanjirou's chest.

Zenitsu hadn't known they were kuge and buke. Even then, he was still rooting for them. He didn't understand how different their stations in life were, but maybe it didn't really matter. Not when they were this far away from Okutama.

Tanjirou gazed down at his sake dish, then drained it. It still burned, and it was bitter and unpleasant, but he felt a little more ready to face things.

“Help me up,” he bade.

Zenitsu grinned. “Over to your hime, ne? Come on, slowpoke.”

It was easy enough for Zenitsu to elbow his way through the small crowd. They almost seemed to part, especially when they saw Tanjirou.

Ayame was laughing about something with Aoi and Genya. She didn't laugh loudly, but her shoulders shook with mirth. Tanjirou kept his eyes on her sunflower clip – the sunflower clip he gifted her. The gift she accepted, even though it was far beneath her station. A hime should be adorned in fine silver and gold, not cheap copper and brass

You're beautiful.

“Ayame,” he called out.

She turned towards him, a question in her eyes.

His hand cupped her jaw, keeping her head still. Her eyes widened as he ducked in close and pressed his lips to her cheek.

Cheers and catcalls erupted around them, but all of Tanjirou's senses were honed in on the feeling of her cheek against his lips. Embarrassment and suzuran mingled as Ayame went completely still.

“Tanjirou, what – ?”

“For good luck,” he echoed, reluctantly pulling away.

Blue met red.

Her eyelids fluttered, her cheek growing warm beneath his fingers.

Still beautiful.

“As a… friend?” she said hesitantly.

He smiled, pulling his hand away. His fingers hooked in her kumihimo cords, thumb brushing over the one he had made with Zenitsu and Inosuke.

“As your friend,” he agreed.

After all, kuge or not, she would always be his hime.

[queen-ofsunflowers]

Between the three of them, Ayame, Yuriko, and Tsubaki all have a similar theme when it comes to their names. All three of them are named after flowers, and those flowers hold meaning to their character.

Ayame [ 菖 ] means "iris". Irises have a few meanings behind them, but the ones that matter most here are "hope" and "faith". Ayame is the sister who always believes and tries to see the good in others, no matter who they might be or what their background is like. Shiro is a perfect example of her doing this.

Yuriko [ 百合子 ] has a few meanings, but the first two kanji combined come to mean "lily". Depending on the color, lilies can have different meanings. At its base, it means "refined beauty" and "purity". Yuriko is her parents' golden child, so they see her as someone who can do no wrong. Someone who is pure down to their root. However, a yellow lily can mean "falsehood", which is what that vision is. Yuriko as a person is closer to a red lily, "warmth" and "desire" (things she truly craves) as well as orange for "hatred", mostly directed at her mother and father.

Lastly, there's Tsubaki [ 椿喜 ]. The first kanji in her name means "camellia". Their meaning can change based on the color, but at its core, camellias mean "admiration" and "perfection". Tsubaki looks up to her two older sisters with all her heart and strives to be perfect in her parents' eyes for quite a while. Pink camellias mean "longing", a wish she has buried down for those she loves (such as Ren, her son) to not suffer as she has. Red camellias have a hold on her as a whole, though, as they can mean "you hold a flame in my heart". She's a very passionate woman.

Out of all the sisters, Tsubaki's name was very explicitly chosen for a reason. Camellia blossoms have no scent. Tsubaki is an unwanted child who wasn't planned like her sisters. And unlike her sisters, she couldn't live up to her parents' standards. Nothing was good enough for them, as she lacked the traits that they desired most.

They're not the only ones who carry the flower theme as well. Their mother's name is Hanae [ 花枝 ], and with the kanji used, it can mean "flower branch". Fitting for someone who named her daughters after flowers.

And finally, there's Ren [ 蓮 ], whose name means "lotus". This flower's meaning can mean "eloquence"/"expressiveness" -- the primary reason Tsubaki chose this name for her son. But also have another meaning: "estranged love". Seeing as Ren's relationship with his grandmother isn't the greatest, it makes sense for the one grandchild she refuses to acknowledge to be named such, no?

[latenightsonrooftops]

WIP

[apocalypta-secundus]

You tear my butchering of the english language from my cold dead hands.

Ayame and Shinji both take a chainsaw to it.

An' I'm gettin' real good'at writin' it. Despite having to sound all of it out while writing... ow.

[uraharashouten]

"Haha, why Kurosaki-san, there's no need for such a dramatic display when a simple text will do—"

Certainly not now, after they'd established such rapport, and contact was as easy as sending a string of emoji... He glanced at the device in his hand, which displayed his last message:

🚫🥇🤔✅➡️☔☀️👔🌲❓

"You needn't have troubled yourself to come in person; you could have responded in kind. —Was the meaning not self-evident?"

@uraharashouten

❝Geta-boushi?     If you wanted to talk about something….I'm glad you didn't send another message in that paint bomb thing…Yuzu had nightmares for a few days after.❞ Ichigo chewed on the inside of his cheek, remembering the bloody message from way back then.     It was campy, but he guessed it kind of suited the man.

[aparticularbandit]

Junko meet Ayame Sohma when

[pvincesspeach]

hi  everyone  !  i'm  claire  and  i  am  so  excited  to  be  here  and  introduce  you  to  ayame  !  i  haven't  written  on  tumblr  in  a  while,  so  i  am  extra  motivated  to  get  some  threads  going  with  everyone  ᡣ𐭩  •  feel  free  to  hit  me  up  anytime  on  discord  or  on  here  if  you'd  like  to  write  with  me.  also,  feel  free  to  leave  a  like  on  this  post  and  i  will  reach  out  to  you  !

𐙚  find  more  info  about  ayame  under  the  cut  !

⋆｡‧ here  is  a  notion  page  that  has  all  of  her  info,  but  i  am  going  to  put  up  a  little  summary  of  her  in  bulletpoints  as  well  !

⋆｡‧  about  ayame  :

ayame  is  from  aomori,  northern  japan,  but  has  moved  for  study  and  work  to  tokyo. 

she  is  26  years  old  and  a  bit  of  a  nerd  ! 

it  had  always  been  her  dream  to  work  at  a  theme-park,  so  she  worked  hard  to  achieve  that,  finally  landing  her  dream-job  as  an  imagineer,  thus  spending  some  time  in  orlando,  florida  as  well. 

currently,  she  is  working  on  a  new   super  secret   project,  that's  why  she  moved  to  seoul. 

her  korean  is  still  a  bit  bad,  but  she  manages  –  definitely  does  need  some  help  sometimes,  though  ! 

she  likes  ‘  relaxing  ’  hobbies,  such  as  reading,  having  coffee,  taking  pictures  and  going  on  walks. 

after  moving  away  from  home,  she  has  been  exploring  her  sexuality  a  bit,  and  goal-driven  as  she  is,  finding  love  is  one  of  her  priorities  now. 

the  idea  of  taking  part  in  the  show  came  as  a  no-brainer  at  that  point;  being  alone  in  a  new  city,  only  having  her  work  by  her  side. 

⋆｡‧   some  wanted  plot  ideas  :

would  love  for  ayame  to  interact  with  other  ‘  soft  ’  girls,  watching  movies,  going  on  coffee  dates,  listening  to  music  together. 

it  would  probably  be  also  fun  to  have  her  interact  with  more  outgoing  characters,  someone  who  can  show  her  around  and  cause  a  bit  of  a  whirlwind  in  her  life. 

someone  who  can  help  her  improve  with  her  language  skills  !

ayame  tends  to  smoke  whenever  she  is  stressed,  so  maybe  the  filming  and  everything  got  to  her,  maybe  your  muse  as  well,  and  they  meet  each  other  at  night  having  a  cigarette  ? 

[uraharashouten]

"Ah, Shin-chi... as sweet a daydream as that may be, I most seriously doubt I'd be the first."

"Wanna be the first t' kiss it?"

"Aw geez." She's out, for now.

[arcielee]

Ayame pouted. “It’s such a shame, really. You would have had the prettiest hair if you would have just taken care of it.” 

He was standing over Kazuma, his fingers combing through the freshly trimmed edges of his dark hair while his other hand held the silver scissors.

Kazuma only hummed at first, turning another page of Shigure’s latest book. “I think the real shame is that I did not meet you sooner so you could show me this self-care regulation,” he countered in a teasing tone, a crinkle to the corners of his eyes with his smile that often swept Ayame from his feet. “But I have you now, and this will always grow back.” 

It rattled Ayame still. Kazuma had a way with his actions, with how he spoke that would often cracked through the coquette mask he wore. But today, he decided to tease him back, bending at his narrow waist until his chin almost pressed into Kazuma’s shoulder, his lips almost tickling his ear. “I think we should cut it even shorter so we can see that sexy jawline,” he whispered, his teeth nipping. 

Kazuma's smile spread in response, but he never faltered, his motion fluid, smooth like silk. His thumb bookmarked his page while his other hand wrapped around Ayame’s elbow, the heat of his palm pooling through his sleeve. He turned his head, pulling him closer to capture his lips, his kiss the embodiment of everything Ayame loved about this man: gentle, always careful, and so very warm. 

It had a dizzying effect, and Ayame felt the blood rushing to his head. 

Kazuma pulled away, his smile still in place, his dark eyes washing over to relish the red that now stained Ayame’s cheeks. “Whatever you think is best,” his voice was low, another chaste kiss to his lips. “I trust you.” 

Ayame already knew this, but he would never grow tired of hearing it.

This is for my beloved @chattylurker 💜 Thank you for indulging me and being my muse (and dear friend)

[queen-ofsunflowers]

So, um... I realized something and I'm not sure how to feel about it but.

Ayame - Surface Pressure

"Give it to your sister, your sister's older. Give her all the heavy things we can't shoulder."

"Give it to your sister and never wonder if the same kind of pressure would've pulled you under. Who am I if I don't have what it takes?"

Yuriko - What Else Can I Do?

"I make perfect, practiced poses; so much hides behind my smile."

"What could I do if I just knew it didn't need to be perfect? It just needed to be? And they'd let me be?"

Tsubaki - Waiting On a Miracle

"And I'm fine, I am totally fine. I will stand on the side as you shine... I'm not fine, I'm not fine...!"

"All I need is a change. All I need is a chance. All I know is I can't stay on the side! Open your eyes, open your eyes, open your eyes...!"

[minkimoop]

Muse/Character List

(Edited July 25 2024)

3/5 slots are taken

✔ is a character I like to play

💛 is a character I would like to try or don't often play

✒ means that I have a plot idea for said character or fandom

💖 Is a character that I am itching to rp as.

🛎Is a fandom that I have OCs for

If you don't see a character or fandom you like, feel free to ask! I probably just forgot to put it on the list.

Anime Fandoms

Banana Fish

✔Shorter Wong✔✒

✔Yut-Lung✔

💛Ash Lynx💛

Black Butler

✔Sebastian✔

✔Undertaker✔

Bungou Stray Dogs 🛎

✔Dazai Osamu✔

✔Kunikida Doppo✔

✔Odasaku✔

💛Chuuya Nakahara💛

Code Geass 🛎

✔Lelouch Lamperouge✔✒

✔Euphemia Li Britannia✔

✔Shirley Fenette✔

💛Kururugi Suzaku💛

Fruits Basket

💖✔Ayame Sohma✔✒

✔Yuki Sohma✔

✔Hatori Sohma✔

💛Hatsuharu Sohma💛

💛Shigure Sohma💛

Given

✔Akihiko✔

✔Haruki✔

Ouran Highschool Host Club

✔Kyoya Ootori✔✒

✔Tamaki Suoh✔

💛Takashi Morinozuka💛

Yona of the Dawn

✔Jaeha✔

💛Shinah💛

💛Hak💛

💛Zeno💛

Video Games

Detroit Become Human 🛎

💖✔Connor RK-800✔✒

✔Hank Anderson✔

💛Markus💛

Ikemen Vampire 🛎

💖✔Arthur Conan Doyle✔

💖✔Leonardo Da Vinci✔

✔Dazai Osamu✔

✔Sebastian✔

💛Vincent van Gogh💛

💛Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart💛

Ikemen Sengoku

✔Mouri Motonari✔

✔Date Masamune✔

💛Oda Nubunaga💛

Mystic Messenger

💖✔Jumin Han✔✒

✔Saeran Choi✔

💛Zen💛

💛707💛

That's Not My Neighbor

💖✔Francis Mosses✔✒

The Legend of Zelda Series 🛎

✔Ganondorf (OOT,TP)✔ ✒

✔Ghirahim✔ ✒

✔Majora (MM)✔

✔Nabooru (OOT)✔

✔Zant✔

💛Impa (OOT,SS)💛

💛Midna💛

💛Zelda (OOT,TP,SS)💛

Television

Rwby🛎

💖✔Qrow Branwen✔✒

💖✔Ozpin✔✒

✔Lie Ren✔

✔Nora Valkyrie✔

✔Pyhrra Nikos✔

✔Weiss Schnee✔

Jessica Jones

💖✔Kilgrave✔

✔Luke Cage✔

Avatar the Last Airbender

✔Zuko✔

✔Sokka✔

✔Toph✔

💛Aang💛

💛Katara💛

Movies

Hunger Games series

✔Corilanus Snow✔

✔Haymitch Abernathy✔

✔Finnick Odair✔

💛Lucy Gray Baird💛

💛Peeta Mellark💛

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dreamingxhearts​:

“I admit there’s some peoples who are like the stereotype rich and annoying too. That’s their problem, not mine. Feeling lucky to not be that kind of dumb person.” Ayame.. You sound like Tsukasa now.

“Aren’t you a ball of fun?” Seems she was being weirdly serious. “Then what type of person are you?”

lpreciousl​:

“Only better thing about it is the comedic reactions for using too much money. It must be fun to have no one cook properly. Stupid.” at least the image in his head said so.

“I admit there’s some peoples who are like the stereotype rich and annoying too. That’s their problem, not mine. Feeling lucky to not be that kind of dumb person.” Ayame.. You sound like Tsukasa now.