#{rp:ic}

[downtomyunderoos]

@deathboundinautumn​ liked this post for an ass kicking.

Akihiko performed a hasty, gravitational tug at Shinjiro’s collar only for his left to plummet into his cheek.

But he didn’t fall. He couldn’t because Akihiko remained gripping, and Shinji was always the pillar; one hit wouldn’t give rise to justified ruckus. Sometimes this frustrated Akihiko, of how hard he had to strive to get on Shinji’s level. In some situations he felt he needed to use violence to get his point across. On another hand, he derived pleasure having someone to scuffle with, one without rules interfering, and this really wasn’t a secret.

[guardianofbelief]

"Despite the myth of being a gothic romantic lover, Dracula is a creep. "

.... I don't wanna know how you got this information and I'm a little creeped out myself.

What is the fascination with vampires? They are just goths on a liquid diet with a skin condition

But no, Dracula can stay the hell away from me thanks.

[emiliaharcourt-official]

When I say that the 11th street kids is filled with morons, I’m saying it affectionately.

[chiayyyy]

“Happy Birthday to me~!”

[downtomyunderoos]

blows gently in his ear

Was that a ghost...?

[downtomyunderoos]

anonymous submitted:

(You can just have your muse react to this mun, I just found this funny lol)

[image credit & original credit to personaparadise]

What.

What is this?

The first thing he notices and fixates on for a while, clearly, is his bare, exasperated self for all to see. This appears to be a sports magazine mock-up cover. Yet why does it look like he was roped into an amateur photoshoot? Where is the flex? The glory? Masculinity?

 ( Oh, does he want to strip. )

“Okay—who took this photo of me?” Or is this manipulated. “They didn’t get my good side. Uh, I mean—I didn’t give permission!”

[emiliaharcourt-official]

How the fuck is he even fitting into that shirt?! I mean come on! It doesn’t even look comfortable! Not to speak of the fucking my little pony print. How the fuck is this stylish to you, Chase?

Chris is sooo stylish! That’s actually one of the things I admire most about him!

[downtomyunderoos]

@loversquiver​ liked this post for an.. ass kicking???

Were his pride not on the line, Akihiko would had preferred shielding his eyes from the scene and fleeing with a figurative tail between the legs.

But that wasn’t an option in Sanada Akihiko’s book. Instead, while boiling red in embarrassment, he let irrational rage from his Small Conglomerate of Expressions Allowed to Manifest in Front of His Kouhai overwhelm him instead. His bewildered hands shoved a girl away.

“What are you doing?????!!”

Aimed directly towards Takeba -- who wore only a towel. He, too, wore only a towel. 

?????

[downtomyunderoos]

@eris-the-phantom-thief​​:

She slid the door open a bit more to snatch the papers. Honestly when it came to other people Hana behaved more akin to a scared raccoon than a person. Hiding, curling up when she can’t hide, and even trying to growl to make herself seem scarier…which might’ve worked if she wasn’t as scary as a cupcake.

Hana only shook her head at his question and tried to study Akihiko’s body language. There didn’t appear to any signs of any danger, no posturing to hit her, no smug facial expression, or getting up in her space. There was nothing save for a fairly dumbfounded look on his face.

Finally exhaling she opened the door fully to come out of hiding, ‘if all else fails I have my hood…’ It was getting late and Hana had changed into a simple short pink night gown with light mauve stripes, a pirate cat on her right breast, and a soft hood.

Uh, okay…? Those reflexes, though. Maybe he had just witnessed not even a fraction of her power. Now he was partially curious, partially weirded out as his now-empty hand remained in the air, fingers dangling.

He put it down once she opened the door. Akihiko didn’t expect much else to come out from this. What should he even say?

“So… those papers… I didn’t read them myself, but I’m guessing mission and safety information are what’s on there. Also probably mentions this building.” Briefly he peered away with his hands on his hips, searching for topics. Then his eyes landed on her again, momentarily detailing her hood and dark hair.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” Akihiko flashed an insistent smile. “I’m looking forward in seeing what you can do, Cooper.”

[downtomyunderoos]

Hana yawned like a kitten as she flopped onto her bed after moving into the dorm that would serve as a base of operations in Port Azul. The sky blue walls were now decorated with various trinkets, shelves and her bed with a fuchsia down comforter. Plushies decorated the sides of her bed along like little guards. As cool as she tried to be, it was strange that she would be sleeping in a place where her family wasn’t there. Her attention was soon brought to a knock on her door.

“Hey, can I come in? It’ll be a sec.” His voiced muffled from behind the door. “Sorry for bothering you. I don’t normally do this since guys and girls are separated by floors, but Mitsuru asked me to drop off a few documents.”

[downtomyunderoos]

❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜

Normally he’d take offense, but...

“Sigh... Yeah, I guess Mitsuru will see through this.”

[downtomyunderoos]

@loversquiver​

sanada akihiko → takeba yukari

[txt] Do you lift?

[txt] Saw latest Featherman r

[downtomyunderoos]

@eris-the-phantom-thief​:

The voice sounded a lot like Akihiko, one of the two that had saved her. She got up from her bed and slowly opened the wooden door a bit to see him. “Y-yes…?”

She still trembled around the elder members, and was never sure of what would happen. However Akihiko was one of the few she felt less so around. Maybe it was that dumb smile he had when he introduced himself but part of her felt like she could trust him.

Of course the other parts of her was scolding her for thinking such things. ‘You can’t trust anyone…it’s not like they’d bother with you if you didn’t have something they want.’

With papers in hand and remaining to be, Akihiko caught her staring without saying or reacting to much of anything. “Is… something wrong? Did I come at a bad time?”

He awaited for any evident cues, was aware of how he couldn’t pick up certain hints. Or was it because he was here? Ugh... Mitsuru, why couldn’t she have done this herself whenever she did have the time? Well, this girl was new, so…

He waggled the papers in hopes she’d respond. Hello? Anyone there?

[downtomyunderoos]

“Don’t arrest him. Just smack him. Hard. With a phone book on a body part no one can see. Know what I’m saying?”

While reaching for his phone, Akihiko makes a face particularly towards that final request.

“No, I’m– I’m not going to do either. I’m just going to check in on him, that’s all. This is Junpei we’re talking about.” 

When everyone concurrently attended Gekkoukan High School, Junpei inclined towards being a class clown more than a punk – by far. Couldn’t even be assed to partake in a legitimate skirmish with Takeba. Something Akihiko was fond of, honestly.

He couldn’t conjure a reason for him to turn to crime… except if something had happened these past few years. Hoo boy. Wouldn’t that be one for the history books.

“…Unless you’re trying to tell me he’s still bothering girls.”

[downtomyunderoos]

She's just glad someone she considers a best friend has finally returned, " Welcome back Akihiko."

He’s just thankful that she can take him as if nothing has changed. As if he was away for only a few hours. Their fateful meeting when she approached him for the first time with that evoker had never been for naught in this relationship since. 

“Thanks, Mitsuru.”

[downtomyunderoos]

@psychcdelica​ liked this post for an ass kicking.

Two hungry, spellbound fists targeted a figure, who, for what reason he hadn’t imagined (hell, he couldn’t think), was his enemy. Yes, an enemy. Enemy. They were the enemy. Like a bull blinded by red. He couldn’t see what surrounded him -- any other form fuzzy and inconsequential -- because the enemy in front of him needed to be pulverized. 

Regardless of a potential past they possibly shared.

He heavily breathed unbridled rage. In an irrational frenzy. Oxfords kicked off ornate flooring as Akihiko charged straight at Mitsuru with zero restraint, initially swiping with his right only to actually try his luck landing with his left.