#Karisu

[rhysfiona]

karube and arisu doodles that i never put on tumblr 🤓

[arichishiya]

KARISU SMUT

LINK

Rating: Explicit.

Pairing: Arisu Ryohei/Karube Daikichi.

Words: 5930.

Chapters: 2/2.

Tags: top karube, Sub Arisu, Bottom Arisu Ryouhei, dom karube, Sexual Tension, slight angst, Loosing virginity, First Time, occasional softness because they care about each other, Karube lowkey goes feral, Rimming, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hickeys, Bite marks, Bruises, Slight Pain Kink, slight sadism, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Breeding, Possessiveness, karube has a big cock, Porn With Plot, mentioned Karube x Emi, past Karube x Emi

Summary:

Emi breaks up with Karube.

Karube and Arisu have sex.

That's it. That's the plot.

[kura-tsuki]

Tkrv oc facts

[javqw]

姫野かりす(ひめのかりす) Karisu Himeno

[tinylongwing]

Ga'ga karisu, Saipan Reed-Warbler (Acrocephalus hiwae) is a critically endangered species found in the Northern Mariana Islands. Though few remain due to habitat loss, they fill the air with their rich melodic songs in those places where they can still hold on.

Their closest relative, the Nightingale Reed-Warbler of Guam, is extinct due to habitat loss and the invasive brown tree snake.

[chronicles-of-the-fallen]

Just a little (silly) sprucing up~

New header and new avvie. XD

Yes, I know it's Karisu. Reading Tokyo Chronos is really warping my brain folds, but in a way that is specifically fueling my re-editing... I swear, I'm trying really hard not to project Nema onto the panels, but it's getting increasingly difficult...!

Currently feeling torn in multiple directions. I've BEEN back from my weeklong birthday-gift vacation to Maui. I've reset. I've spammed photos on my personal accounts. But now the email I've been using for decades is yelling at me that it's gonna start bouncing back emails sent to it because I guess that's how full it is... Very cool of me? I'm mostly certain it's because of decades' worth of roleplay content in there. So... even though I'm feeling the pull to go in for round two of The Re-edit, it seems like if I want to keep using the email account in question, I'm gonna have to move the roleplay content elsewhere. Somehow. Some way. I have a possible plan brewing... I guess I'm hoping that maybe once I get the ball rolling on that, it'll actually progress quickly and I can go from there to The Re-Edit? My fingers are itching for it.

[quirkwizard]

Given that we now know that Karisus Devil Fruit is actually Soot and not crows, do you think it could work as a quirk in a way that is maybe similar to Sandstorm?

Hi quirk wizard I saw you did a bsd ability to a quirk is it possible to translate the priceless tears ability into a quirk ? Thank you!!!

Not as full-on translations. While we do have Quirks like this with "Sandstorm", these variations are quite strong. Priceless Tears works with the entire body, rendering the user next to intangible as they can move around wherever they want without any major downsides. Karasu is even worse. Not only can he convert his entire body to soot, but he has full control over it and can make more of it. You can have power similar to how they work. They simply need adjustments. For example, I've done an ability like Priceless Tears with "Besmoked". It has similar applications of moving and dodging, but it puts a much harder cap on the user with how little they can move around and the timing needed to apply it. I've done something like Karasu with "Black Sand". They have a lot of control over the iron sand they make, but it's far more limited, both in terms of how much the user can't turn into the substance and in that the user only has so much to control.

[karisu-chan]

Oh sweet mamma! Karisu-chan's got yet another new social media account, well sure ain't that something!

Now enough of being silly, i am karisu! I like hugs and sweets and the color red and it's a pleasure to meet you my good fella. I do hope we get along well and that I might see you again in the near future

[chxshiyaa]

popping in and posting to the void for some... character introspection? a character study? whatever *taps mic* 🎙️📣 the #1 karisu supporter is reporting for duty, this won't be that long.

saw this gif on my feed and me, school dropout who once dreamed of being a psychiatrist, had some ™Thoughts. im a disorganized person, from my mind to my actions, so i will try to make this neat as i possibly can. i actually took my meds today, so my head is quieter.

at some point in the show, in the borderlands, i think either during their first game or the seven of hearts, im pretty sure karube harshly says something pertaining to arisu being lazy while he (karube) works his ass off. my amnesia may be misguiding me so just to be safe, if he didn't say this, arisu's family definitely has (or something along the lines of it).

so, we have this picture of arisu. he's a college drop out who refuses to get a job, stays home and games all day. clearly, he's very smart, so to his family he's just lazy, since he has this intelligent brain, yet he still dropped out of college and won't get a job.

(read: burnt out. arisu is the CEO of gifted kid burnouts but that's another discussion.)

now, let's look at karube. i have barely read the manga, but in the show, we know little about him or his past. his surface personality shows someone who is somewhat brash; doesn't keep his head on in stressful situations; indulges in quite a few unhealthy habits.

he's reckless, almost — having an affair, indulging it right under the nose of the ™Other Man, subsequently got fired and punched in the face. clearly has no qualms about violence. he's farther in life than arisu but he's still a mess (who has an affair at their job, other than secretaries and smooth CEOs?).

he doesn't appear to be extraordinarily smart, meaning he probably has no career ideas lined up. even if he did have something in mind aside from the bar, he wouldn't get any scholarships and can't afford to pay his way through college.

arisu's family sees him as a disappointment and almost a lost cause, but it appears karube sees him differently, and is jealous of him, in a way. slight inferiority complex vibes, just slightly, given it's clear he thinks arisu could accomplish great things if he weren't so burnt-out lazy. arisu is smart, we mentioned this. he has a family, not a particularly loving one, but they would pay for his schooling. if arisu went back to college, he could be anything he wanted to be, really.

and what does karube have?

in his last moments, he didn't think of a mother or a father, which leads me to assume he has no family. highschool grades aside, he isn't academically gifted. he has no family to help pay college fees. arisu's life isn't amazing, but he still has more opportunities than karube. (opportunities he pushes away due to clear burn out, depression, and some other things.)

the trio, they live like teenagers, despite being adults. their life consists of goofing around and doing nothing for themselves. karube probably feels like he himself can't do better this, and neither can chota, but he sees arisu differently. he isn't willing to change himself, since he has no motivation or even the capabilities to, but arisu does. arisu could thrive better without them, if he opened his eyes and locked in. that's what karube thinks.

thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[bb-latvija]

Jaunais Valsts prezidents Edgars Rinkēvičs šodien dosies savā pirmajā ārvalstu vizītē un apmeklēs Igauniju, informēja Valsts prezidenta kancelejā. Vizītes laikā paredzēta tikšanās ar Igaunijas prezidentu Alaru Karisu, premjerministri Kaju Kallasu, parlamenta priekšsēdētāju Lauri Husaru un ārlietu ministru Margusu Cahknu. Savukārt vizītes noslēgumā plānotas sarunas ar Igaunijas medijiem. Arī bijušā Valsts prezidenta Egila Levita pirmā darba vizīte bija uz Igauniju 2019.gada 10.jūlijā.

[yui-kuromori]

Alice in Borderland AU where the highschooler from episode 1 (who died in the 3 of clubs) ends up surviving, and now the rest of the show is Arisu, Karube, Chouta and Shibuki awkwardly co-parenting this teenager while trying to survive the Saw apocalypse.

[rugbypolycule]

what more could you do

pairing: arisu ryouhei x karube daikichi

characters: karube daikichi, arisu ryouhei

rating: general audiences, no warnings apply

words: 1788

summary: freshly dropped out of university and knee-deep in depression, arisu ryouhei breaks up with karube daikichi with no explanation. months later, unable to deal with the fallout, arisu goes to his apartment. wounds that have yet to fully scab over reopen.

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Karube didn’t need Arisu. In spite of his poignant absence, the sun still rose every empty morning and set at frigid night. The cold still crept through the cramped apartment, through the creaking floorboards and in-between cracks in not quite sealed windows. The earth turned, it turned, and it turned without Arisu. In this, there was no argument.

So, Karube didn’t need Arisu. If the suffocating world outside his slowly encroaching walls continued its screaming persistence, then Karube too would refuse to bow out. He would grit his teeth, hunch his shoulders in his too-thin jacket, desperately not recalling an exasperatedly fond voice that would nag him to dress warmer. He would curse as he woke up to flecks of snow on his window pane and wrestle with his useless heater. He would not ache for the childlike wonder of someone who was no longer there.

Eventually, the snow would melt. The man who had left would take the rent money with him, and Karube would have to figure out where else he could take up space. Karube would go to work in a run-down bar in the sticky heat of the coming summer, cicadas filling the silence in his mind where a plan for the rest of his life should sit. Karube Daikichi would be, in all senses of the word, alive.

Even so, his chest was empty – so he filled it with tar. Karube was never particularly interested in smoking before the hole in his life abruptly dug itself. Now, the nicotine numbed the disquiet in his head, and his throat burned, and for a brilliant moment nothing felt real. For mere seconds, he could shed the sense of loss that hung around him like a bad smell. He tried his best to heave his heavy hurt out with every exhale, to no avail. He kept smoking, kept treading the smouldering ashes into the concrete beneath his boots outside his apartment building. Kept telling himself this was the last one, that this would be the last time he allowed himself to feel like this.

Eventually, the pack emptied. His hands trembled with it, fingers clenched around cool air. Pressure blossomed in the centres of his upturned palms, stomach knotted, the spaces between his ribs drawn tight.

He shoved his frostbitten fists in his pockets, steeled himself to face a space that was not his home. But as his eyes followed his cloud of exhale, they caught on a figure on the other side of the empty street.

Karube Daikichi realised he did not need a heart.

What was the point of a muscle which tore so easily? Which couldn’t regulate its sole function when it was confronted with such devastating eyes? His heart, this useless lead pump in his chest, that supplied blood to his forsaken limbs. To the legs that would halt for nothing tangible on this earth as they made their way towards Arisu. Like a pitiful asteroid in its hapless orbit around a star, Karube fell into place in front of the man who had left him.

‘Daikichi,’ was all it took to break him. To snap the thin wire that ran from head to heart, built to forbear embarrassment in times like these.

‘Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that anymore.’ His voice was abrasion in the quiet evening air. Arisu, tensed and taught, raised his hands in cautious surrender.

‘Sorry. Karube, then. Karube.’

There was always something wounding in the way Arisu said either of his names. As if it was something precious. As if he hadn’t swirled the taste of it in his mouth and resolutely spat it out at Karube’s feet. It made him feel untethered, strings cut all at once and without warning.

‘You kept paying the rent. You left, without telling why, and you never stopped paying the rent. Do you think I need your pity, Arisu? Do you think I need your father’s money?’

Part of Karube wanted to spit more poison at Arisu. To ask if living as a constant disappointment to his father was really so much better than living with Karube. To ask if he really did hate him that much, that he would run to someone who had never tried to understand him, who never tried to love him. Karube had given him so much love. Why did he throw it away?

‘It’s not pity. I would never pity you.’ Arisu’s speech was often soft and hesitant, but in this statement there was an unmistakable firmness.

‘So then fucking explain! You left, Arisu.’

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.’

‘Why do you keep apologising? If you’re really that sorry then just…’

‘Just what?’ And his eyes. Glassy with unshed tears and rimmed with red from many previous. Arisu was a man exhausted. That his spine was curled forward, that his shoulders almost grazed his ears made him seem smaller and more fragile than Karube had ever known him to be.

The useless muscle in his chest constricted itself again. Karube’s veins throbbed with it. Had he ever really known Arisu? Had he ever meant anything to him? He bit his tongue to stifle the pathetic question he so miserably needed to ask. But brittle eyeteeth could only do so much against a brain on fire.

‘It’s not fair. None of this is… is fucking fair, Arisu,’ and he makes a fist around the urge to reach out, to touch his frost-reddened cheek, to gentle a thumb at the thin skin of his eyelids. He buried such bile once again in the pockets of his worn jeans, glared at the pavement like it would fix any of this. And he had to clench his diaphragm, swallow once, twice, to kill the sob that clawed its way up his throat. He could feel Arisu’s stare itching at his scalp.

‘I’m sorry. I’m- fuck I’m so sorry, Karube. Please,’ and the waver in his words stuck like needles in his skin, ‘you have to know that I’m sorry. It’s all my fault.’

And all too suddenly, a hand cupped his cheek. It was the cruellest thing in the world, the warmth of it. How Karube’s neck arched towards its softness, how Arisu’s palm was moulded to fit his jaw like they were fired in the same kiln, forged in the same fire. Who was Karube to stop it, when the seam of his lips smoothed ever so slowly against the length of Arisu’s thumb? How could he have halted the splintered shudder that parted his lips against the tendon of an unfurled fist?

Small, like the first patter of rain on a cloudy day, Arisu begged.

‘Won’t you look at me?’

Could he have? Was it possible stare bare-faced and guileless into the sun without burning? Karube was willing to go blind with it, if it was Arisu asking.

Some of Arisu’s tears had spilt, shimmering rivulets grazing his cold-stung features. Karube’s treacherous thumb carved its home in the hollow of Arisu’s cheekbone. Ridiculous. Both men, all fragile lungs and wounded eyes, stood holding onto one another as if he couldn’t quite believe he was real. As if the other would stay for as long as he was held.

Like breathing, like the most natural thing in the world, Arisu closed what little distance remained between them.

He kissed him, a whimper leaking from between the searing heat of their mouths. It was torturous, and roiling up the arched column of Karube’s throat came a smouldering ire. Arisu always did this, always dealt the blow while looking like the most injured person in the room. It made Karube want to hurt. Thus the kiss became more teeth than lips, a grab for purchase on whatever chilled skin was exposed to him. Karube kissed to mark, kissed to plea, kissed to hollow out a space for himself that had long since closed.

The inside of Arisu’s mouth was hot, and Karube was a man starved for warmth. His other hand settled, curling against Arisu’s jaw, and all at once Karube was cradling Arisu’s face. He crushed their mouths together again and again, lips stinging and teeth too blunt to cut deep enough to make it right. Karube’s rage rose like steam out of him in the slick kiss, leaving a gentle simmer deep down in his belly.

Arisu cradled Karube’s jaw like one would hold a baby bird. His fingers gentled against his jugular, feeling the searing jackrabbit pulse of his blood under the goose-fleshed skin of his throat. His chapped fingers ran feather-light up and down, ever-so-slightly grazing the beginnings of karube’s hairline. In days gone by, Karube’s favourite thing to do was let Arisu run his fingers over his scalp, working through the tangles in his long hair until he was satisfied. This caress now was more of an echo, ringing hollow in Karube’s chest. His lungs burned with it as he gasped for air into Arisu’s mouth, gasped for what he no longer had.

It was like being crushed.

Pulling away was like pulling glass shards out of Karube’s tongue. His lips stung and his eyes burned and his heart hurt.

‘Why are you punishing me for loving you,’ he choked out, mouth filled with sawdust, ‘why can’t I have you?’

The moment shattered, red string of fate slashed to pieces. Arisu recoiled and almost snapped back, spine ramrod, eyes red-rimmed and wild. The spell broke as Arisu remembered what he came here for.

‘I’m just here to drop off my key,’ he said, voice broken but tone flat as he could muster. Arisu was a different man with the same face, a crude impression of the object of Karube’s tragic affection. Nothing felt right in the cold street, not in Karube’s palm where the cruel metal of Arisu’s key was pressed, fingers moulded over it into a fist by Arisu’s pitiless hand.

‘Just like that.’ It wasn’t a question anymore. The air that had so violently filled Karube’s chest as they kissed had seeped out and then some, leaving him deflated and exhausted. What little hope he had left had been dying a slow death since Arisu turned the corner onto his street.

‘I’m sorry, Karube,’ and Karube didn’t doubt that he was in the slightest, no matter how much it made his ears burn and his pulse ache.

He replied, ‘thanks,’ as devoid of emotion as he could muster. Karube didn’t need Arisu. Not his hands nor his kiss nor his apology. Crossing the street and unlocking the door to the apartment he resolved to move out of as quickly as possible was as easy as breathing glass without choking. Karube didn’t need Arisu.

He didn’t look back.

[arichishiya]

KARISU FANFICTION

LINK

Rating: Teenage and Up.

Pairing: Arisu Ryohei/Karube Daikichi.

Chapters: 1/1.

Words: 1046.

Tags: Unrequited Love, sad fic, arisu is smitten, karube is in love with someone else, short fic but I'd appreciate if you read it, Projection, feelings fic, No Dialogue, podfics are welcomed.

Summary: Karube always saved him, but these days he would hand him a knife and watch Arisu bleed while drowning in his own misery.

[kura-tsuki]

OC facts : Karisu

[incorrectcommunication]

Hairdresser: How would you like your hair cut? Nakanaka: Preferably with scissors, but a sword could be badass.

(Source: Tumblr?)

[wrecking-man]

Episode 6 screencaps 5/8.