#frcstie

[slayersaided]

please don't throw the kakushi. his life is hard as it is. who knows how long he was gone.

[bigdhashira]

@frcstie​ said (inboxx) : "Tengen, can you please refrain from throwing the kakushi? They are very dear to us." ( kagaya )

At once; the fight leaves Tengen’s body as he falls to the ground with one knee, arm resting on top of his bend leg as he dips his head low. “My sincerest apology, Oyakata-sama. I let my emotions get the better of me, it will not happen again. I will accept any punishment you deem fit for this act, nothing is too much if it means obtaining your forgiveness.”

[unwcvering]

@frcstie replied:

He’s so angry

       “The muscular oaf is sniffing me. I have reason to be. I do not know if he lack manners, if he is part dog, or if all of those muscles have deprived his brain of oxygen and has made him foolish.”

[kyousei-a]

     @frcstie​ sᴀɪᴅ:

Aiko vc: you think we can get him to do the longest yeah boi?

     ❝ Do not... be so presumptuous... as to think... you may speak to me. ❞

[straye]

🔥 from akane 💕

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.

"A Shepherd should think well to pay little heed to her hound's howling."

"......" Oh. This is one that actually requires him answering.

"... well. At first, I found you to be an incredibly cute kind of attractive, but..."

"Let's say you've grown into the word, to the point that the definition can't quite describe you."

[never-surrender]

@frcstie || Kaigaku

"Get your fuckin' cooties away from me, bitch." was he currently leaping away to get away from a particular demon that dealt with love? Absolutely he was.

[nvrcmplt]

@frcstie - it u

I LOVE HIM IW OULD D1E FOR HIM

[sociietiesarc]

@frcstie​ said: 1oo﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out . ( from tsumugi to toji ) 

he should have known that things don’t work out for people like him. people like him don’t get happy. it’s the only thing that crosses his mind when he gets home — he had moved tsumugi into a bigger place so they could live together with enough space to raise a baby about a year ago, but he never thought he’d actually be able to call the place home. there’s blood everywhere / he doesn’t have to see it to know that much. there’s enough of it for him ( although unnoticed by others ) to smell it before he even got to the porch and it’s then that he knows that nothing good could come from this. it’s 3 something in the morning and he walks home to a disaster / walks into the house without having to unlock the door because whoever was here before him left it opened. that detail, however, gets glossed over by the fact that his wife is laying in a puddle of her own blood on the couch. as if that wasn’t bad enough, she was lying there as if she’d just fallen asleep like she had many, many times before. despite the blood, she looks so peaceful. red paints the couch, the surrounding floor / it’s on the walls and even the ceiling / it colors the furniture, sprayed about as if there was some sort of struggle and she looks like she’d just fallen asleep on the couch and forgot to wake up. her clothes are torn and ruined, but she looks so peaceful. she’s dead and he knows it. she — tsumugi — tsumugi had been attacked in the comfort of her own home and died. she died alone, probably scared out of her mind, probably.... where’s megumi? shit, where’s megumi? usually, the baby would be awake around now, up and crying because he’s hungry, or he can’t sleep, or he had a bad dream, or something, but there’s no screaming child. it’s just dead silent in the house / no crying / no fridge humming / no ac going / just still air that sets over him, her, and the entire house as he goes from the front door to the couch, bee-lining for his wife. late wife. for his dead wife. for the love of his life and mother of his child. she’s gone and he wasn’t around to do anything about it. while she was fighting for her life, he was halfway across tokyo, working on some assignment so he could get paid and buy her that new fridge she’d been talking about for the past few days. she couldn’t have been home for no longer than two, maybe three hours. did she die instantly? was she moved from somewhere else to the couch, laid down like a doll and left there as a note to him to remind him that he wasn’t allowed to be happy? did she drag herself to the couch on her own? did she bleed out there while waiting for him to come home? toji’s already too far removed from his senses to think to check. he’s too busy crouching in front of her, not caring how much of her blood got on him, halfway pulling her lifeless body into his arms and he holds the now dead tsumugi as if everything was fine. he doesn’t cry. no matter how much he wants to / no matter how badly his heart hurts, he doesn’t cry. he wants to, but the tears never come. why does he not deserve happiness, again? what had he done to deserve this? why couldn’t it have been him? why didn’t they come and kill him, instead? tsumugi was innocent / deserved better / deserved a life / happiness / a future. why’s she the one laying in his arms with blood all over the place, in his arms? she’s not cold yet, but she will be in a few more hours. why’s she the one dead here? why did tsumugi have to die? he knows who’d done it. it doesn’t take a genius to know that this was the zen’in clan’s way of telling him that although he was free, he wasn’t free. why does it matter, though? it wasn’t like they ever liked or even cared about anything he did. they didn’t care when he left / but he’s not allowed to be happy. he’s not allowed a family. where’s megumi? eventually, toji moves from where he is, moving from the crouch to sit down in front of the couch, facing the still open door. he brings tsumugi with him, settling her in his lap as if she wasn’t dead when he knows the truth. he reaches for her phone, blood covered and slid underneath the table, too far out of reach from her and how she was originally placed to even call for help if she even wanted to, takes it after some reaching and flips it open. the brightness from the screen almost blinds him but he doesn’t let that stop him. after scrolling through her contacts, he calls the one person he knows usually keeps their kid when he and tsumugi are busy. when she picks up, he speaks, using every bit of dwindling restraint to hold back everything he was feeling. “ yua? ” toji? it’s late. “ i know, where’s megumi? ” he’s here, is something wrong? it’s 3 a.m. and he’s sitting on the floor, in a pool of his dead wife’s blood with her on top of him, so things weren’t exactly right. it’s three in the morning and he came home to a dead wife and no six month old son. his wife is dead and he’s praying to god — any god, all the gods — that yua has his kid and toji doesn’t even believe in gods. “ sorry, can you keep him for the next few days? i’ll explain in the morning. ” click.

[duoplicitous]

ilu

[slayersaided]

     ❝ indama-san still believes in cooties? they’re not a real transmitted disease. ❞

[thagyann]

frcstie​:

It’s a simple question, if he was free later. The short answer, no. The long answer,     ❝     I got work today, then we’re going to S tonight–– huh?     ❞     His classmates are notorious for ignoring his sudden excited outbursts when talking about skating. He loves it, more than anything in the world, perhaps. It’s the feeling of being free on the board, the air pushing his hair back wildly. Reki can go on and on about skating, but he’s always cut short when someone isn’t interested enough. 

Not Langa, though. No. The blue haired teen could probably listen to Reki talk all night, until the sun poked its tired head above the trees. 

❝     Oh! Right! See ya!     ❞     He waves to the unsuspecting girl, obvious to the encounter.     ❝     You wanna hit the half pipe before work?     ❞     There’s excitement in his voice, and he’s smiling at Langa with that bright sun shining grin. 

VICTORY WEARS A SIMPERING FACE . setting a case of ego in the crevices of a persona , you wear to hide the gapping holes left in your closing off . THUS ARGUING YOU A FOOL playing the cold prince . only to burn as fingers brush reki's wrist on exit. you are liquor kissed sentiments . thrown out in a conflagration, cloud headed and split . guarding your heart has become tiresome and so you spill into reds wanting .

" " yeah lets . " you want to catch the sun off his lips, butndecide to hold his hand instead . " you wanna race ? " there is a hint of impish desires, to see him shine is to see the world as a better place. he was your safety and you were his crown , always to be together.

[bigdhashira]

@frcstie​ said : suma vc: don't be rude!

“He started it.”

[offestivities]

Now she has three people yelling at her. This is what happens when you have ears around the mansion. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT A BUTTFOR IS JUST TELL ME.” 

[kyousei-a]

@frcstie​ every day we are like this

[gyomei-hime]

          ━━         ❛      𝑂ℎ, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦! 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔?  ❜

Sanemi   could   only   stare   at   her   in   growing   horror,   floundering   for   any   words   at   all   to   push   out   of   his   flopping   mouth.   Until   lips   pressed   together   quickly,   grinding   teeth   together   hard   enough   to   make   a   noise   that   sounded   dangerously   like   a   creek   that   would   accompany   teeth   trying   their   hardest   not   to   chip,   and   his   cheeks   grew   a   rosy   sort   of   flush   to   them.   It   would   be   a   very   nice   look   on   him   if   his   face   wasn't   beginning   to   blossom   ripe   as   an   apple   all   over,   looking   all   the   more   like   a   bruised   tomato   …   he   trembled   with   the   very   knowledge   that   Kanae   could   see   not   only   his   bare   ass   but   his   crotch   as   well.   The   sobbed   whimper   was   something   he'd   meant   to   keep   in   but   all   the   strain   was   immense   enough   to   make   him   feel   lightheaded.

❛❛   why   Kanae?   ❜❜   He's   really   trying   to   get   it   out   but   stutters   viciously   on   her   name   a   couple   of   times   too   many   to   be   comfortable.   WHY   WAS   SHE   HERE?!   He   can't   even   properly   screech,   so   he   wheezes   like   a   balloon   slowly   deflating   to   the   ground.   His   arms   lower   his   raised   haori   down   to   cover   himself   from   her   piercing   gaze.   Usually,   usually,   he   would   puff   and   prune   under   her   gaze   like   a   peacock   trying   to   get   a   mate   for   the   season.   He's   been   caught   unawares   and   this   …   this   is   new.

Sanemi   isn't   sure   whether   to   let   his   ego   out   of   its   cage   or   abandon   it   for   property's   sake.   He's   not   sure   how   to   deal   with   her   having   seen   him   like   this.   He   cleared   his   throat   and   tried   to   play   it   cool,   play   it   off,   with   a   grin   as   wide   as   a   field,   edges   frayed   and   manic;   he   looked   psychotic.   That   part   was   normal.

❛❛   SON   OF   A   BITCH,   MY   ASS   CHEEKS   IS   HANGING   OUT   IN   THE   CUT   AND   YOU   WANNA   ASK   ME   IF   I'M   CHANGIN'?!   YOU   WANT   ANOTHER   LOOK   AT   MY   DICK   TO   MAKE   SURE   'CAUSE   I   CAN   SURE   AS   HELL   SHOW   YA?   ❜❜

━━ ✦          @frcstie​ ​  ​ ​      /         𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑒      —          * 「     ☆      /     accepting   」  .

[never-surrender]

@frcstie || Shibobi Tengen & Kagaya

His orders had been clear ... go in, kill the man, and get the hell out of there before anything else could happen. It was a typical assassination, though Tengen had found it peculiar that there was such an emphasis on ensuring he wasn’t seen. What was it about this man that created such intensity on remaining anonymous? It was with these concerns in mind, the shinobi remained hidden in the shadows and cover of the tree line, gazing upon the sight before him ... and felt a subtle twist in his heart. It wasn’t the fact that this man was a father that bothered Tengen, or the fact that he was a husband either ... 

He was sick. Visibly so. 

The only sign that there was danger lurking in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment was the fact that the animals all around were somewhat quieter than usual, every so often falling silent before starting up again. How long it took, Tengen couldn’t tell you ... but soon enough his target was led back inside and finally left alone. Moving across the roof with not even a whisper of sound, between one breath and the next Tengen made his appearance known in the silence of the room his target was within ... 

And yet he didn’t attack. Crouched where he was, the shinobi looked upon the sickly man, battling with himself