#ponzumi

[tsundere-model]

Happy Pocky Day @magicgeekponsol

Traced this vid for it [x]

What do you mean is a day late, ofc not

[tabimatsu-info]

so in the recent dragonia event i ranked 3930, but i didnt get any tickets as a reward. i went to the closed event thing and i checked my box but there weren't any tickets! is there any explanation?

Yes, the explanation is that they take a while to count up and give out the tickets. Usually it takes a few hours, it’s nothing unusual! I still haven’t received mine, either. It’s taking a bit longer than usual, but don’t worry too much, they should be here within 24 hours at worst

~Mod Totty

[ddtriohub]

and ponzumi

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME WHO YOU SHIP MY MUSE WITH AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE OF THEIR FIRST KISS. ||Accepting|| @magicgeekponsol​ & @tsundere-modelVerse: Canon Demon!verse

There were many casual touches given to the human, the one he suspected to be a sinner, but as time went on by-- he couldn’t help but second guess himself. Had he truly found himself a sinner that he wanted to send to an early grave? 

No, it couldn’t be that. He didn’t believe it. Many empty, but alluring words were purred to slowly seduce this human deep into the sinful act of loving a demon. Allowing your heart to be ensnared by the likes of him could be worthy of a sin itself, but the heavens were lenient to a point. 

He did not know about Ponsol’s true identity so it couldn’t be his fault for Ponsol was that great of an actor, and he knew how to hide the majority of his demonic energy to make him more approachable. 

Those humans who were sensitive to demonic energy would feel mysteriously threatened by his presence, so he worked to mask his energy to make other humans less wary of him. 

Ponsol was just talking to the silver-haired human in front of him and was taking in all of the signs that he was displaying. He was getting closer and closer to actually falling in love with him, it seemed. Excellent. 

Thing were going all according to plan, but a nagging part of his mind was telling him to not feel so elated by this turn of events. 

Taking in all of the signs however, he could see that Izumi was getting nervous around him. He could hear his heart beating, and smell the way he was anxious by his scent growing stronger. 

If he wasn’t already over the edge, he knew just what to do in order to tip the scales. 

Wrapping an arm around Izumi’s waist and pulling him towards his chest, the demon traced along Izumi’s soft lips with his thumb before he stole the other’s lips with his own. With how tightly he held Izumi to his body, he could feel a heart beat erratically beating within that chest. 

A tug at the corners of his lips would denote a smile, a sign of happiness, but it was only for the demon himself. Izumi had nothing to smile about. He was well on his way to being tricked by an evil demon. 

Poor him... 

[tsundere-model]

♪- Izumi

Meme: For every  ♪ I’ll shuffle my iPod and write a drabble inspired of that song|| Accepting 

       Double. Magic of Life.

Ah…

どうでもいい　そんな顔して予期せぬ雨に心濡らす闇を顔に塗りたくり光を目に宿し生きた心地などせずに(Making a face　Like I didn’t careAn unexpected rain soaks my heartPainting the darkness on my faceSheltering the light in my eyesI never felt alive)

Carried by a capricious wind, cold droplets of rain splashed against his face forcing the blue of his eyes away from the ground and up to the sky. The blue had turned to gray without his knowledge and the lines of the buildings far ahead now seemed hazy under the cover of the rain that now fell over the city.

He heard hushed steps and running as the people around him, the silhouettes of different lives and thoughts went into hiding from this cold punishment.

He barely reacted, the cold rain falling over his face and rolling down his features, his heart numb. Had he ever felt alive? Besides the short moments of his youth were he had thought himself able to give his life for an idea… for mere words of love.

何もかも慣れてくのかな　昨日までの溢れる涙も騙してた　隠してたんだ壊れそうな自分を　もうこのままバレないで自分を騙して　クールに胸を焦がして(Can you get used to anything?　Even the tears that overflowed until yesterdayI’ve deceived them　Hid themSo my fragile self　Wouldn’t be found outJust deceive yourself　And long for something, without showing it)

Droplets of rain hurting like needles of ice over his skin, he dragged himself further through the streets. Even as the light went down and the neon lights of the stores reflected over the wet floor.

Had he grown used to his own worthless self that the realization of how easily replaceable he was didn’t brought tears to his eyes anymore? Or had held them back for long enough to forget how to properly cry? He had tried so hard. Up to this point he had done whatever he could to prove himself worthy and yet… it wasn’t enough.

Even if he only wanted to be loved… even that was too much to ask for…

この迷いをどうすればいいのか　もうわからないからわからなくていい リスクがあるから高鳴る心臓を感じられる　信じた路を(What should I do about these doubts?　I don’t even know anymoreNo need to know　Because there are risksI can feel my pounding heartThe road I believed in…)

There was nothing left… he had wrapped his heart in lies, protecting himself from the fear of being abandoned by never coming close to anyone in the first place. Was that the right choice? Had he made a mistake?

How could he know… he had convinced himself that a role of villain suited him well; that he could stand the hatred of the whole world and stain his hands of blood. But could he really?

Wasn’t this the best choice? To sacrifice his own wishes, and murder his heart, so those around him could be happy. So they wouldn’t have to be broken to pieces by the cruelty of this sick world…

If it was right… it shouldn’t hurt so much. To be loathed. To be left behind and forgotten.

癒しの傘はささなかった　ヘッドライトに胸を暗く深く透かされたそっちは違うよ悪戯に天使や悪魔が耳もとで冷たく囁く(I didn’t hold up an umbrella　The headlights illuminating through the dark of my heartThat’s not itIs it an angel or a demon that is whispering coldly by my ear?)

The rain stopped… at least from falling over his small frame, already slouching by the weight of his pains… the sound of water bouncing loudly against tensed plastic made him look up. The dark color of an umbrella covering him…

Blinking slowly, he turned around to find an all too familiar face behind him; that platinum blond hair and golden eyes that at some point seemed to have turned into a reassuring sight for him.

Because he was always there when he was about to break down. When he needed help…

Even if he haven’t asked for it… even if he was sure he didn’t needed any help. Ponsol always managed to appear in front of him and do exactly that… How much of his suffering and vulnerability had he seen already? And not satisfied he kept appearing like this… when he needed him the most…

Admitting you need help doesn’t mean you are weak.

What do you know? What can you know? Why do you say things that feel so comforting? Don’t you see how hard he is trying not to break down?

圧迫する心臓のオペラ　アスファルトを叩くオーケストラの雨息もできなくなる程　生きてる匂いがした世界を繋ぐように微笑む(The heavy opera of my heart　The orchestra of rain against the asphaltThe smell of being alive　So strong you can’t breathSmile as if to tie this world together)

He was drenched wet, but Ponsol didn’t paid it much mind, sticking close to him so the umbrella would work its purpose, letting him hold from his arm so he wouldn’t go falling down…

And his heart was beating all so fast again, right inside his chest. So loud the sound of the rain seemed insignificant besides it… so much he could hardly breath…

He couldn’t understand… what this emotions were. Why did he wanted to rely in the other? Why did he only felt alive when he could be with him like this.

今は何も力はなくて　だが空虚な世迷言じゃない抱きしめて　抱きしめていて崩れそうな心を　どうでもいい今はまだ理解されなくていいクールに心燃やして(I have no strength now　But it’s not an empty excuseHold me!　Just hold me!I don’t care about　my crumbling heartRight now　there’s no need to understand yetJust set your heart ablaze)

He was never a strong person.

Easily swayed by the darkness of the world. Easily crumbled by the pressure and the loneliness. He had tried to hide that, to make himself seem strong. Unwavering. It was all a play… him pretending to be what he had always looked up to. Nothing more.

And he had never showed the truth to anyone.

Not even when Leo had promised to make him happy.Not when Narukami had wanted to listen to his worries.

He had never wanted them to see… he had never wanted anyone to know. And yet, here he was… clinging from someone, looking at him with eyes full of tears and his heart beating like crazy.

He had never wanted someone to understand him like he did now. He had never wanted anyone to be there for him like in this moment… with this person.

“Ponsol-kun… I… I’m sorry… I just…” not even able to make his thoughts into words, Izumi had already thrown himself to the other’s arms. The tears that had refused to come out before now streaming down his face without any signs of stopping. There was some reassurance in being able to rest his face against that chest, in being able to cling to him and show his true emotions.

And Ponsol returned the gesture, arms wrapping softly around him, adding just a bit of strength once he was completely wrapped in his arms.

この迷いをどうすればいいのか　もうわからないからわからなくていい　リスクがあるから高鳴る心臓を感じられる　信じた路を迷う方角へ(What should I do about these doubts?　I don’t even know anymoreIt’s ok not to know　Because there are risksI can feel my pounding heart　The road I believed inFollowing a wavering compass)

Perhaps, his choice of life had been a mistake. Maybe there was no need to destroy his own happiness for others…

Maybe he could be weak sometimes. Maybe he didn’t had to pretend all the time… and show his true self to at least one person.

Maybe his life-choices had been a mistake. How could he know? But, if all of that had lead him to met Ponsol… to this moment of feeling safe, reassured and accepted… Cared for. Then he wouldn’t regret it.

[tsundere-model]

hmm hmm wanna attempt Izumi and Ponsol too?

Meme: If they had a kid @magicgeekponsol

Name: Sayuri and Violet Geripeta

Gender: Female

General Appearance: Non-identical twins. Sayuri has pointy blue eyes and slightly wavy platinum blond hair. Violet on her part has softer golden eyes and very smooth and straight silver hair. They both have fair white skin and are more or less the same height and weight, but Sayuri is a little bit curvier than her sister. They will measure their height and weight constantly and fight over it.

Personality: They are both competitive, confident, determined and resentful.I do not recommend carelessly approaching them. If you look down on them or insult them or their family they’ll roast you alive. They both have high communication skills but are rather arrogant and sharp tongued, not very into small talk and quick to judge. They are also well-mannered and can conduct themselves in all kinds of situations, but Violet is more lady-like than her sister. She is also more spoiled than Sayuri and likes to use her charms to get favors. Sayuri is more direct and rough spoken, also having a shorter temper and being rather quick to throw things around, while Violet is more roundabout and sarcastic.

Special Talents: Both have top grades in their classes as expected. Violet loves music and enjoys to sing and play the piano. She is also rather good cooking, usually making rather complicated original plates. On her side Sayuri isn’t very good with artistic stuff, though she is surprisingly good in sports. She is very good in debate and hopes to be a lawyer like her mom.

Who they like better: Sayuri really loves her papa, acting rather sweet and cute with him and ONLY with him. She admires Izumi but is more of a competitive ‘i want to be better than him’ kind of feeling. Violet on her part prefers to be with her mom, shopping or baking together.

Who they take after more: Sayuri takes more after Izumi while Violet takes more after Ponsol.

Personal Head canonS: They have never dated since they standards are too high for normal human beings. Not that they are very interested in it anyway. They will often compete over who gets the better grades. More often than not that ends in a tie to the annoyance of both parts. Their underclassmen address both of them as ‘Onee-sama’.Sayuri loves fencing since she learnt from her dad and has won several competitions. She is also the captain of the tennis team. Violet has a band at her school and is popular enough people will come over to watch them play. She is actually rather close to Leo, learning how to sing and compose from him. She is currently focused in becoming a musician in the future.They both know a lot about the meaning of flowers, and have rejected people before for their poor flower choice or the mixed meanings in their bouquets.Sayuri is the older one.ALSO they both love going over to meet Shugarl and Arashi. Sayuri will often try to get Shugarl’s attention either with some intellectual conversation or with some martial art practice, while Violet will spend time with Arashi cooking, gossipping or talking about fashion. Actually idk if Shugara is gonna have kids but if they do i now feel like either Sayuri or Violet would have a crush in one of their kids. You see? This is next level shipping. You ship the love-children of your ships.

Face Claim: Left is Sayuri Right is Violet.

[tsundere-model]

((OOC: Let's see what you think for Canon!Ponizu))

Meme: Send “Date?” and I’ll answer  || Accepting

:3c @magicalheirponsol

Who asks for it:

[x] Your muse asks mine (I’m sure Izumi could... eventually. But he’s honestly in gay panic most of the time so how is he gonna mange to say he wanna go on a date with mr. i’m too hot for you)

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[x] Platonic Date

[x] Romantic Date

[x] First Date

[x] Double date with: Yes to AraShu and Ponzumi date. I remember we talked of beach double date and I’m ofc down to it bc im love

Location for the date:

[x] Movies  • [x] Romantic Comedy (very date-like so ofc)  • [x] Adventure Movie (Probably izumi’s safe bet when he is like uhhh is this a date or am I thinking too deep about an invitation to the movies. friends go to the movies all the time don’t they?)  • [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  • [ ] Horror  • [ ] Drama  • [ ] Buddy Movie  • [ ] ___ (other options)

[x] Restaurant  • [x] Expensive/High Class  • [x] Small and familiar  • [ ] Fast Food

[x] Nature • [/] Beach (he isn’t a fan but look.... he gets to see ponsol’s body. That alone is perfect excuse for him to go) • [x] Park • [x] Forest     • [x] …and having a picnic (he gonna make a lot of tasty food so ponsol is gonna have to eat it or eat it)

[x] Visiting a Museum (i can see them going to like a photography exposition tbh)

[x] Visiting an amusement park (i think izumi would like to go at least once to an amusement park date, maybe look at the parade together)

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[x] Staying at home • [x] Watching movies (any chance of cuddling is good) • [ ] Playing Video Games • [x] Reading

[x] A botanical garden and/or greenhouse date!

[x] A tea-shop date

[x] A shopping date ofc, eating crepes, taking selfies and getting matching clothes

The date might hopefully end with…

[x] …holding hands

[x] …a kiss

[x] …in bed (IM HOPEFUL FOR THE DAY IT’LL HAPPEN)

[x] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends (i think the only way this happens is whenever they get to bed together lmao)

[ ] …a marriage proposal (maybe someday lol)

[ ] ___ (other options)

[tsundere-model]

“W-what... the hell is this” Izumi blinks once and twice, trying -and subsequently failing- in keeping the heat off his cheeks. 

He guessed the haughty heir would mock him for this -girly- reaction of his, yet it was hard to keep his heart from racing -and hard to take his eyes away from it too.

Ponsol wasn’t around anyway so he might as well let it show a little bit... eyes sparkling at the really, really good sight.

“So handsome~ ♡”

[tsundere-model]

["Anon"] Izumi with Ponsol or Shugarl because they are fun to play around with dynamically, and I've grown attached to them over the years. Both offer something fun and interesting. Either way, they'd try to be supportive in their own way, which Izumo deserves. The rules never said they couldn't be crossovers, huhu.

Meme: Send me charas you ship my muse with and why | accepting

“E-eh? With my senpai? I mean, of course they are amazing idols... and they are very cool... and ha-handsome... and maybe I have thought a tiny bit about it before...but! it’s not like idols can date... and even if they could they’d easily find someone far better... they just like teasing me around that’s all”

--Bonus Ponzumi one lol

“Hah? Me and that arrogant, narcissistic, asshole? I’m not that bad at picking my men, thank you very much. Stop looking at me like that! No, I won’t be swayed just because his smile is kinda nice and he’s like handsome and he might look good under that stupid suit he always wears, shut up.”

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CROSSOVER SHIPS ARE BEST SHIPS HANDS DOWN

I’m so attached to these 2 ships too //sobs into hands its the kind of ship that you kinda start for lulz and then 3 years down the line you have 20 aus and multiple kids. It’s perfect. I love it.

[tsundere-model]

Ponzumi White day Drabble

Here we are, with the default!au for Ponzumi. I hope you enjoy it! Do with this as you like as always. ^^

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As per tradition (If you could call it that), Ponsol had chosen to put the gift somewhere that Izumi would find it eventually. He wasn’t going to give it to the model in person. You didn’t even give him his gift in person, and you didn’t sign it either, so why should he be kind enough to deliver in person himself? He would return the favor and then some.

A bag was taped above the door, far out of reach for Izumi to reach. He may not notice it immediately, but when he’s walking back to his condo, he should be able to see that something was taped over his door way.

What a crafty ploy. You can yell at him later for it, but then he’ll simply tell you: “Oh? Why do you think I was the one who did such a thing? Where is your proof?”

Anyways, inside of the bag was a canister of a green tea jasmine tea blend. Both of which are good for your skin, and so he chose both to gift to Izumi. A model’s skin was their life, so something that helped with keeping the skin clear and healthy was important.

Another gift inside of the bag is a golden compact mirror. On the back was a silver rose motif with words underneath it. The lettering was silver in color that read:

‘Every rose has it’s thorns…’

It was when you opened the compact mirror that the phrase continued on the inside: ‘It doesn’t make it any less pretty.’

He knew that Izumi had some issues, whether they be personality issues, or issues when it came to his own self-esteem. He didn’t think that he was worth much, or that he put others before him because they were far more ‘worth it’ than he was.

While he didn’t know why he would think such a thing, but he didn’t think that was true. Even he knew that Izumi worked hard and he was dedicated to his job. Those who berated him with scathing words were most likely jealous of him. Who were you to say that he didn’t work hard? If you had an ounce of work ethic that he did, maybe you’d be more popular yourself.

Alas, those were only words he could keep to himself rather than saying them out loud. He did have an image to keep, after all. It wasn’t something he was willing to give up for a simple neighbor. They may be friends, but he wasn’t quite willing to completely destroy his image.

(That is to say, he wouldn’t let people get away with stupid remarks without some form of karma biting them. As long as his image wasn’t tarnished, he wouldn’t spare anyone any ‘karma’ in the form of his evil deeds)

It’s true that it’s much easier to go further in the business if you kept a pleasant attitude and you didn’t burn any bridges. Izumi worked hard, but from what he could tell about Izumi’s personality, he likely butt heads with others quite often.

He’d heard about how cut-throat the modelling industry could be, so he was going to assume Izumi did this as a survival tactic. You had to be cruel in order to survive the industry. Being nice can only help you to a certain point before someone decides to backstab you. Arashi’s previous incident was a good example of this.

There had to be a balance between being kind to others, but also being stern in the face of adversity.

That being said, Ponsol thought well of Izumi’s work ethic, and he knew that Izumi wouldn’t accept anything less than perfection in his own work. Being a model on top of being a law student? That shows dedication and will. He wasn’t some weak person who would bend from a few people speaking ill of him—that’s how Ponsol felt, anyways.

The mirror was a gift to remind Izumi that even if he had to get down and dirty, or if he had to show an ugly side of him to keep his position, it didn’t make him ugly. He knew that beneath it all, Izumi had a gentle soul.

This is obvious when he chose to take time out of his day to nurse Ponsol back to health when he was sick. It showed when he worked so hard to make a scarf for some person he loved (and Ponsol was going to guess it didn’t work out). Even so, he’d never seen Izumi speaking ill of this person at all.

Izumi did seem rather down for quite a while, however… as if he’d accepted this as a simple inevitable fact. Like he thought that it was obvious that the person he loved couldn’t love him back.

Whoever this person was, they were pretty idiotic, weren’t they? The same said could be said about him, because even he wasn’t sure he could return Izumi’s feelings. He’d gotten over his one-sided feelings towards Arashi, and he wasn’t quite willing to fall in love with another person so soon.

His feelings weren’t so cheap, you know?

If you wanted him to fall for you, you had to work for it. Why don’t you show him why you are worth his affections? How you are the best of the best? If you can’t even do that, then don’t waste your time.

If anything, his caring nature (though usually hidden underneath that biting personality of his) and his cooking suited his tastes. There was at least that going for the model.

A little note was stashed away in the bag, near the bottom:

“A gift for you.”

That was it. If he stated it was a white day gift, that would make it all too obvious, wouldn’t it? Surely it was still obvious who the gift came from (due to the way he hid the gift), but that’s fine. You started this, so you’ve only yourself to blame for that.

Though Ponsol had given him a White Day present the day before, there was nothing that would suggest that would repeat this year. No, that was a lie. He knew by now that Ponsol was very kin of repaying favors -just as himself. But then again, his Valentine present had been more… heartfelt this year. As if to not press Ponsol to return anything he hadn’t even marked down the card that came along with it - even if it was obvious by the way in which he had gifted it and by the contents, as long as his name wasn’t on the card Ponsol could always choose to ignore it.

Hence he wasn’t specially surprised when he walked out of his condo to find nothing -or when the whole day of school and work ended without him getting anything. There was part disappointment part relief in that void of presents - it felt as relieving as screaming ‘I Love you’ at the top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere. It felt just a cathartic as a love confession, but without any repercussions. Without everything breaking down and having a rejection being thrown to his face.

Of course, the tomo chocos he had gifted around find their way back to him in more ways than one -sweets, flowers, small presents. It was all rather small, which was a blessing as he made his way back into his condo.

It was only then that blue eyes caught onto something.

Was that a fucking bag, tapped over his door?

Squinting slightly as he approached he soon confirmed the object to be exactly what he had expected.

…

Walking into his condo he left the few presents he had got on the table before finding a chair he could use. Dragging him out to the hall, he dangerously balanced himself on top of it (the high heels certainly not helping in his endeavor) until he was able to release it from the wall.

Hopefully no one had witnessed that moment of embarrassment.

Quickly returning to his own condo (chair included), he sat down and gently opened up the package. Herbal tea - not a bad choice, and he was more or less aware of their healing properties.

He would have been satisfied with just that, but as he was going to fold the package to put it away in his desk, he noticed something hard in the bottom. Looking down into the package once more, he now found the golden object.

It didn’t took a genius to notice it was a mirror. Which was oddly bothersome as if it were a jab to his job… or maybe it meant ‘you should look at yourself in the mirror before walking out of your condo’. Or, most likely he was thinking too much of it.

Eyes stopping at the words craved over it he found his fingers gently passing over the letters.

…

“So annoying…” he mumbled to himself, cheeks slightly covered in pink as just barely managed to avoid getting all tear-eyed over nothing.

Now finally folding the package -putting it in the back of his drawer along with his card as a memory, Izumi hesitated just a bit before finally putting the mirror in his purse. It was better if he used it than if he didn’t.

And it would be a nice reminder not to get too full of himself - why ruin everything by trying to get more when just being friends could be so…

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