#xxIra

[zorkaya-moved]

@xxira​

It’s a foolish thing to allow her son to disappear from her sight even for a second. The boy whose silver hair and golden eyes were a straight resemblance to the Russian mafiosi. Her son barely the age of two was always attracted (similar to his mother) to curious and unique people. Sadly, it included (as of now) approaching the most dangerous man currently on the block. The presence of her child makes her moves even sharper as she’d not allow her kid to step closer to look at the Varia’s boss, hiding the toddler behind herself, her dress making it easier to make sure the youngling’s appearance will not be exposed before the other’s eyes too much. 

Was she a foolish mother? Perhaps, it was a mistake to not hold her baby’s hand, she’ll have to skin his governor alive the moment they’re back at the residing estate. As of now, the mistake was already made and the woman stared in the face of another with an unusual coldness, her playfulness rarely disappearing, but for today her actions as a mother spoke louder than anything. The ever-playful and cheeky woman who had never lost her brightness would show just a bit of her persona as the winter itself in protection, defense of her kin, akin to a lioness. 

“Forgive my son or being curious. Arseniy did not mean to insult with his curiosity,” Zarina speaks calmly, glancing behind at her son who didn’t look bothered one bit, his tiny hands clutching to his mother’s skirt while tugging her as if asking to look at the man in front of her. The lack of father figure would explain his curiosity, but she certainly did not wish to hear any inquires before the boss of Varia. It made her quite unhappy that she thought trusting the governess to take care of her son while Sokolova would be here was a good choice. The woman will lose her job and her life, not like insignificant trash can be trusted in the future. “I hope he did not cause you problems, Xanxus.” 

The lack of fear in Arseniy’s eyes would explain how he approached the other man, wanting to connect or see if he knew where his mama was. He could already speak bit by bit, which was shocking for many people, but not to Sokolova. It didn’t help that Arseniy now tried to steal another look at Xanxus from behind his mother, peaking out and giving him a bright smile. With a sigh, Zarina placed reached down to pat her son’s head, asking him to get behind her once again as she did not trust even a cell in the man’s body that stood before her.

[everlastingflame]

@xxira​

The brunet found himself in the garden of the Head Quarters. Fall was around the corner,   leaves were slowly losing their color tainting them all shades of reddish hues -as if splattered with blood, he noted with morbid humor- before succumbing to the harsh weather.

It was mayhem. 

The Millefiore had grown exponentially in the matter of weeks and had launched their attack of the Vongola bases shortly after the Gesso and the Giglio Nero had merged. While most were appalled that the Second in command of the Millefiore, once the boss of an allied family, dared to betray the Vongola, yet Sawada had felt the shift in the balance of power, in the trinisette, the second it happened. In that moment, the bitter realisation that whatever forces he could gather, whatever devotion and strength he could muster, it would all be in vain.

His fate was sealed the moment Gesso had full control over the Giglio Nero.

However, he refused to let his fate corrupt the future of his Famiglia, of his friend, of his subordinates. With limited help, which included his Cloud Guardian and Irie Shoichi only, his plan was set in motion; his Guardians were sent out of the country for missions or rendezvous with family as was the same for CEDEF and his meeting with The First in command of the Millefiore family was set. 

It was mayhem, but as he stood in his garden, all he could feel was full acceptance for his own plan, for his fate. And for the last piece of his puzzle, he was waiting for Xanxus arrival. Tsunayoshi suspected the raven would find his current moves curious at least, yet he hoped the other would let it slip if presented with a high-reward mission.

[queenharumiura]

“Trash,” he addresses the brunette suddenly, severe expression unreadable as always, “Bel's birthday is in ten days. Don't forget.” With that, Xanxus leans back in his throne, clearly with no intention of offering any further elaboration. Was the stern boss of the Varia dispensing advice or administering a warning?

[Unprompted Ask] @xxira

...!

... Is Haru allowed to know this? She's asked Bel about his birthday before and he didn't tell her. It would probably be respectful to pretend she didn't hear this and wait for Bel to say something himself-- but at the same time... if she doesn't do something and he finds out... will she turn into barbeque?

She thinks about two gifts that she'd already prepared in her room. "Guess... one of those will become the birthday gift then, hm?” She wasn’t sure if she’d have the time to prepare another thing in time. 

As Xanxus was retreating back to his throne, “Thank you for the heads up, Xanxus-san.” Adding another person to the list of those to prepare a gift for. 

[applxhead]

List of KHR RP Blogs

Includes categories for: ACTIVE, and INACTIVE blogs !

If you want any blogs added, to have someone moved to a different category, or whatever, IM me !

ACTIVE;

@queenharumiura - Miura Haru;

@lalucedivongola - Elena;

@lightning-will-bovino - Lambo;

@vipermirage - Viper/Mammon;

@xxira - Xanxus;

@belacedia - Belphegor;

@everlastingflame - Sawada Tsunayoshi;

@nosorrowandregret - Sasagawa Kyoko;

@ilbronco - Dino;

@bitingskylark - Hibari Kyoya;

@loreconcepts - Multimuse: Sawada Tsunayoshi;

@playeroneiswinning - Multimuse: Sawada Tsunayoshi;

@thechaoticden - Multimuse: Reborn;

@nebyuula - Multimuse: Byakuran

@prsonatm - Multmuse: Chrome Dokuro;

@soutsuka - Multimuse: Superbi Squalo, Kozato Enma;

@hanabatakemuses - Multimuse: Mammon, Belphegor, Kozato Enma;

@xxyumeno - Multimuse: Sepira, Zakuro, Aria, Daniela, Kawahira, Byakuran, Dino;

@musessinabag - Multimuse: Asari Ugetsu, Yamamoto Takeshi;

@thehandworld - Multimuse: Chrome Dokuro, Gokudera Hayato, Rokudo Mukuro, Yamamoto Takeshi, Asari Ugetsu, Uni/Yuni;

@multifacetecl -  Multimuse: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Hibari Kyoya, Rokudo Mukuro, Byakuran, Belphegor, Giotto, Bianchi, Xanxus, Gokudera Hayato, Alaude, OCs; Used to be  undergrounclmafia

@rotrioted - Multimuse: MANY.

@nexilium - Multimuse: OCs; Used to be ncxilia

More below cut !

INACTIVE;

@applxhead - Fran;

@i-am-not-a-frog​ - Fran;

@thebloodytempest​ ( ? ) - Belphegor;

@fumarebomba - Gokudera Hayato;

@sixthscorpse​ - Rokudo Mukuro;

@nogoodvongoladecimo​ - Sawada Tsunayoshi;

@zettaflarc - Multimuse: Byakuran, Rokudo Mukuro, Fran, Superbi Squalo, Belphegor, G, Daemon Spade, Lampo;

@mystflame - Chrome Dokuro; ( But I’ll be impatiently awaiting for her to come back <3 )

@juudaime​ - Sawada Tsunayoshi;

@followrpmadness​ - Rokudo Mukuro;

@scarred-sovereign​ - Xanxus;

@mistcorpse​ - Rokudo Mukuro;

@swords-and-bats​ - Yamamoto Takeshi;

@extreme-sun​ - Sasagawa Ryohei;

@goro-goro-juudaime​ - Sawada Natsu / Nuts;

@corpseowl​ - Fukurou Mukurou;

@hibari-kyouya-skylark​ - Hibari Kyouya;

@sincursedforests - Aoba Koyou;

@gentleruler​ - Giotto;

@beau-alouette - Duomuse: Alaude, Hibari Kyouya;

@hanevmas - Dino, OC;

@dinocavallo - Dino;

@mukudo - Rokudo Mukuro;

@multaangore - Multimuse: Gokudera Hayato, Mukuro Rokudo;

@ncxilia - Multimuse: OCs;

@undergrounclmafia​ - Multimuse: Sawada Tsunayoshi, Hibari Kyoya, Rokudo Mukuro, Byakuran, Belphegor, Giotto, Bianchi, Xanxus, Gokudera Hayato, Alaude, OCs;

[zorkaya-moved]

❝ fuck politics, i just want to burn shit down. ❞ (from xxira)

@belacedia / @xxira

The words alone make her note how unsuitable he is for the person who she'd like to see the world change. Zarina only smiles at him, without any change and without showing her wish to judge him for his words. She’s ne judgmental witch, so many would’ve wished to cut her head off for her notes and snarky comments. Well, so many already wish to do it, but they’ve been all met with a sad or a terrifying end, going insane or even pleading their loyalty to her as if she were some cult leader. She’ll always laugh at those who try to go against her yet when she knows they want her all the more. Humans always want what they cannot have, she’d make so many men and women kneel before her once the doors close. Their loyalty to her is borderline religious and it feeds her ego, but she knows none of them can ever be trusted. 

Humming, the woman twirls around as she walks around his office. The moonlight shines on her silver hair and making her look like she doesn’t belong in the world of mafia. Her clothes are black and only her tie and her shoes have a golden glow to them, it makes her seem like a business woman but the pretty face of hers makes people question how she can be spending time with such people like Xanxus or Varia. They are all the same, but also not. Belphegor is one who catches her attention for his unpredictability, but Xanxus? She wants to see how far he’ll go and if she will change his mind in the future. A handsome man like him would’ve been such a type if not for his ‘scum’ and his more-so violent tendencies that he made sure to speak of now. He does not care of politics? Ah, the world would be doomed if he’d taken up the place of the leader right now. Not that she think he’s fully incapable, but where is the fun in it? He’d just become a blurry image, a man just like others - violent, strong, domineering. He will not bring the desired fun to her, he will not change what is already at the core of mafia: gunpowder and fire. 

“ Then do it! You have the power, you have the people, you have choices to intimidate others for you to bring out all what is there! ” She exclaims, opening her arms to the moonlight as she stops before the window. His office is dimly lit, but she doesn’t mind. The illusionist in possession of a Hell Ring has made the Devil accept her as his mistress and she will laugh in the face of people who are so foolish to forget that Lady Macbeth was the one who orchestrated the plot for the murder. Who would not wish to join the dark side when the moonlight goddess is so beautiful on the outside? “ Burn away those who dare to speak against you, dominate them, take control. Isn’t this the pleasure all men get drunk on? ” She is no man, she is a woman who loves to watch the theatrics of mafia. Even Reborn has mentioned of her cruel and cold mind, even if she is as cold and analytical on the inside, her fatal flaw is her thirst for entertainment. “ Far better than any liquor, the thrill that can only be obtained when power is shining in your eyes. Glorious, truly! ”

The glass of whiskey is in her hand with glass cubes in it as she glances at the man, the Cheshire Cat like her will always appear and disappear when she wants. Her lack of fear before the man doesn’t mean she doesn’t know of his power. Oh no, she is acutely aware, but it’s better to be close to witness the differences in his behavior. 

[zorkaya-moved]

I want the K (from xxira, but only if you want to ahah)

@xxira / @belacedia 

I want the K. ( selectively accepting. )

Insane, downright absolutely fucking insane. 

There’s no fucking way she didn’t know how Xanxus was, the wrath burning in his veins just like fire would burn away forests and cities upon its peak. The Surtr from Norse Mythology was the bringer of Gods’ downfall, the one who represented fire. Everything about fire was dangerous, especially if that fire was Xanxus himself. He was everything that screamed ‘danger,’ the lion... He was everything that domination spoke about, the power and the strength in his hands would certainly lead so many to collapse before him in fear. The very epitome of power and influence, handsome to the boot as well, a valuable plus. 

This is why she was glad to hear that he did not become the next boss of Vongola. It’d be the same song of a strong, masculine man who wouldn’t care and who would be more of a tyrant. It’d be typical, but she’d never speak of it until it’d be asked, there’s not need to anger the one who she gave such a coquettish smile at this very moment without any fear reflecting in her eyes. She already heard it enough: don’t anger the boss, be quick and get the fuck out. How cute of everyone was to tell her that, but then again, being underestimated always led to such cute scenarios and warning. She “appreciated” them. 

Zarina didn’t look down on him, but her gaze betrayed her lack of any fear of him. There’s a certain knowledge. If he was fire, she was ice. If he was summer, she was winter. If he were wrath, she was apathy. There are so many combinations that could come into their dynamic that it’d take a long time to finish them all. It was obvious, however, that Sokolova had either titanium guts or she was just a dumb woman who was too obvious to the obvious danger oozing off Xanxus. Ah, it was fun. 

No one would dare to touch the burning flame, they’d get burned. But Zarina? She was made of ice, a little bit of melting would do her good or so she’d say if anyone tried to be poetic because no would’ve expected this to ever happen. At least, not with some blood spilled and limbs dislocated. However, it still did happen...

The empty glass of whiskey was put away, there’s an opportunity that cannot be taken back as the Russian used the newfound tension to witness just how lucky she’d be today. Maybe, she’ll have a great time or she might have to jump out of the window and use her skills in parkour to stay alive for a little bit longer. Nonetheless, the fire inside his eyes and in his touch made her own eyes shine with a combination of mischief and confidence. Did he think just glaring at her would make him look less attractive? How cute.  

No. Instead, lips were pressed against his jaw as she wasn’t wearing heels high enough to reach for his lips without dragging him down. There’s a light tug, but nothing too strong to make it seem like she was taking the power away from him. It was dangerous, but the contact of her cold lips against his hot skin was alarmingly intoxicating. He smelled like that damned expensive whiskey but to her he smelled like fire; it was even more fascinating. Won’t he make her feel warmer on this chilly day? But then again, will she even survive it? T

he confident kiss to his jaw, then several more across his sharp jawline. Every kiss of her lips was cold against his warm skin, a reminder of how ice run through her veins unlike his. Seduction and temptation played on her scarlet colored lips, avoiding to tell him of the way this red lipstick will leave some beautiful marks. 

“Should I run on the count of one, Xanxus?” As if any person would be able to handle him. The raw power radiating from Varia’s Boss would make more people scared of him rather than truly showcase attraction. If any of his men were in this office, they’d consider today to be her funeral. Though, it’s been a while since she’d been working with them. Who knew if her charms even affected the man in front of her? Unlike others, he was interesting for different reasons and this kiss could’ve been avoided, but it was too tempting.

Perhaps, this could be a trip to a hospital, but she wasn’t dumb enough not to prepare to get out as fast as possible with a chuckle on her way out, sending an air kiss just to showcase her satisfaction with apathy’s disappearance for a little bit. The heat radiating from him was astonishing, it made her want to know if he’ll be able to warm her cold heart that was so dissatisfied with all the previous partners for several months now. 

Sokolova’s lips curled into a charming yet mischievous smile, her confidence never disappearing. The fear never appeared in her eyes. She wouldn’t have worked with Varia if she feared any of them, but she knew they were one of the most dangerous people in the world. And fuck, if she didn’t love to taste danger on her tongue. Especially when it contradicted her chill with heat. “Or should I have gone for the lips?” 

Truly, she was downright insane. A fox is a fox, and this fox was ready to be chased with guns and she was ready to disappear akin to a mirage. They were still business partners. Well, an arms dealer and the owner of Varia. It’d be a shame if this would lead to her avoiding the presence of the boss, it’d be a true shame. She wanted to learn more about how his mind worked. 

Olalala, Zarina expected to run. 

Even if she was beautiful and charming, the epitome of Wrath and power was not one to easily predict about this sort of things. That’s why she went for it, knowing just how unsafe the stakes were for her. But ah, she’d never forget the heat radiating from his body, the smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of fresh whiskey, and the thoughts he brought into her mind by representing fire itself. 

I guess, I should run out of the window.

Random number generator said: 9: Jawline Kiss

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ Magic does that. It wastes you away. ❜ (from xxira)

@xxira

If there’s anything she had to do, it was to listen and not laugh. The word ‘magic’ leaving Xanxus’ mouth was as ridiculous as see a unicorn. It felt like she was asleep during the meeting and this was some Alice in Wonderland bullshit where the boss of Varia was acting as a Mad Hatter, spitting out nonsense that didn’t exist in the world. The silver-haired woman had to step back internally to think that he might be meaning illusions altogether. It did portray itself as magic. Perhaps, witches who were burned at stake in history were those same illusionists - who could say for sure? If that was what he called ‘magic,’ it made her sit there in silence while looking at him. When he didn’t call anyone scum, she was quite her type, but he was her client, he was her business partner and she had to have some self-preservation. 

“Hm~ Or you allow it to waste you away,” she speaks light-heartedly while leaning against the armrest with both of her elbows, giving the boss of Varia a sly smile. To her, it was all about control and all about what you allow the power to do. There’s nothing that will waste you away besides life, but magic and power? Only if you allow it. Power will only make you submit if you allow it to, or so was her viewpoint of the world. Wouldn’t Xanxus make anyone and anything submit to him when it came to power and authority? How interesting it was to hear about it from him. Perhaps, she discarded him as a typical man all too fast. “Just like everything... simply make it obey your word and make it fear you.”

The ghosts looked into her soul and feared her. The monsters who got to witness her true self trembled in their wake. It was so funny. It was funny making those who underestimated her obey her, so many have fallen victims to vixen’s charms. Only those who were smart enough to know that even arrogance was a play of words were able to live without any care in the world. 

“It fits your visage more than speaking of being wasted away, don’t you think so?” Zarina tilted her head to the side, giving him another bright smile. Whatever there was ahead, it’d be fun to bring up the true self when everyone least expected. Right now, she just gave a push towards dominance once more. But did he need it? Probably not. I was just fun for her to be just a little bit problematic.

[everlastingflame]

@xxira broke the silence: ❝ i’m not looking for a relationship, i’m looking for a bottle of vodka. ❞

Long fingers were loosely folded around his orange coffee mug, his index finger comfortably looped into its handle. Coffee, a once detested substance, had become a staple in his excessively long days now. In the evening, when tranquility suffused the Vongola Headquarters as its occupants dwelled towards their rooms, Sawada had remained behind in the lounge to ponder about the meeting with Varia; while the meeting had lasted most of the day, a definite course of action was still lacking. As per usual, the tranquility was short lived. The brunet choked on the single sip of coffee he had just taken, sending him straight into a coughing fit and coloring his cheeks a crimson red. How was it that he and Xanxus - of all people - were talking about relationships?! A (quite awkward, he must say) moment passed, as he regained his posture and eyed the raven with an odd mixture of calmth and mischief brightening his expression.

“ How comes this does not surprise me?” He mused, a tune of faked innocence echoing through, “ though I am not sure which would last longer.” 

He was going to regret his words, surely.

“ I must admit, I might agree with you for once as to substitute this coffee for something stronger”.

[zorkaya-moved]

@xxira​ :  #HOLY SHIIIT#shots will be fired omg#dammmnn#it's late my brain will catch up to this in the morning but#dammnnn

‘shots will be fired’ can be taken in many ways... I guess she gonna run the fuck out. zarina says it was worthy it.