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This blog is now an Indie-Hibari

Previously group affiliated, this blog will now function as an indie roleplay blog for the same character (Hibari Kyoya) and will be undergoing reconstruction.

#ooc

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Even More Drabbles

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Call Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

Leave a “Enamor Me” in my ask, and I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Fight Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.

Leave a “Get Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours[as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Invite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to

Leave a “Join Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Kill Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.

Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Leave a “Offer Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.

Leave a “Paint Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Shag Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters.

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Unbind Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “Value Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]

Leave a “X Me” in my ask, and I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]

Leave an “Yahoo Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]

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Narrowed, slate eyes continued to bear into Tsuna’s. There was no inkling of strength in the terrified way he trembled and racked his tiny brain for a way out of this. 

Hibari could read the conflict radiating from his quivering form.

It wasn’t as though he didn’t understand the concept of Tsuna’s Dying Will forms. Truth be told, he actually didn’t understand it as well as everyone else, but he got the gist of it. Still. Such a thing required strength of mind and soul, didn’t it? Because there was no way that Tsuna, as he sat now, could ever invoke the same awe-inspiring strength worthy of a powerful adversary.

No. Instead, he ran and it filled the cloud with rage. So he followed.

After Hours | Hibari & Tsuna

Tsuna was terrified why did have to fall asleep in that darned shed it was nothing but trouble everything was nothing but trouble. The brunette had not known a single day of peace since Reborn got here and dragged all these weirdos into his life he hated it. He of course expected no mercy or simple give up from Hibari-san but he didn’t know what else to do he had no desire to fight him at all. The brown eyed teen felt himself being dragged and tossed outside the shed scrambling to his feet hoping by some small miracle the raven haired teen would just want to chase him off that didn’t seem to be the case.

Instead he spoke in irritation about Tsuna’s ‘unpredictable’ nature, how did he not understand by now that only the dying will bullets or pills made him that way. Either way he still seemed to be looking for a fight and Tsuna scrambled to his feet, he may have been a pathetic loser but he was one with a will to live.

So Tsuna did the smartest thing he could in this situation.

He ran, ran like HELL.

#after hours #piccolo uomo leone

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          No-Good Tsuna. That has been Sawada Tsunayoshi’s nickname for the past few years. Talentless in sports and academia, he has nothing to brag about and nothing in life to look forward to.           One day, his life is turned upside down when a baby mafioso named Reborn comes with a shocking revelation. Much to his chagrin, Sawada Tsunayoshi has been named a candidate for the highly covetous position of the 10th boss of the Vongola family, a powerful mafia group in Italy with connections all around the world! From then onwards, Tsuna’s life has never been the same. With Reborn’s help, who was sent to teach him how to become a good mafia boss, he gathers 7 reliable guardians, faces off against oppositions from other members of the family and outside forces trying to bring the Vongola down, and even a timetravel trip to the future — Tsuna’s life has become one heck of a roller coaster ride!  

          At Dying Will RP we follow the adventures of Tsuna and his guardians as well as the various, colorful cast of Reborn! Follow along with the canon storyline or embark on an Alternate Universe adventure with other members of the group. We write it all and are always eager and happy to accept and welcome new additions!

—- Check out our [ABOUT] for more information as well as our [RULES]. —- Don’t know if a character you want is taken or not? Check out our [MASTERLIST]. —- After you’ve picked your character, feel free to [APPLY]. Applications are always being accepted, but we encourage you to submit a reservation for your character first!  We, at Dying Will RP look forward to hearing from you!

#reborn! #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr rp #reborn rp #promo #roleplay #rp group #roleplay group

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Saw someone say they miss KHR on my dash, so have a post of sassy pineapple and the skylark. 

#the disciplinarian #hibari kyoya #mukuro rokudo #good art #holy shit

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50 words for murder  

                           and I’m

                                          every

                                                          one 

                                                                    of them

#motive #musings #quotes

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The 3 important B’s

#literally me about Hibari

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‘Amusing’ was not what Hibari would call the current situation, but Mukuro was correct. He never thought he’d catch the other so powerless. Not in this sense, at least.

His stormy eyes remained narrowed. Pitiful was right. Never had the prefect experienced such disappointment. 

Irritation was a common emotion, as was derision. Anger was harder to come by, but here it so obviously blazed in his eyes.

Why?

Why should he be so bothered by it? He could have easily continued to ignore the onslaught of text messages, but here he was, glaring-- absolutely livid.

This was not the rival Hibari wanted.

A part of him held a strange sense of regard-- of respect for the mage. He was the only real challenge Hibari had. Mukuro did not treat him like a student with lessons to be taught, he was not weak willed, he did not buy into the notion of “family”. 

Everything about their rivalry was simple and untouched by the unnecessary complexities of the world they lived in.

 Seeing the other in this state... it bothered him greatly.

“You didn’t answer me. Are you proud?”

Distaste || Hibari and Mukuro

He could barely make out the furious gaze that the older teen was sending his way, but knowing Hibari for so long - he didn’t need to. Instead, his mismatched eyes tried focusing on the body before him. 

Despite not remembering exactly why the cloud guardian was standing there in the first place, he knew it had something to do with the mistake of picking up his phone in a not very sober state, resulting in a few poorly-written messages that lacked any correct spelling to begin with.

What was he supposed to do in a dead end like this? His weapon was nowhere to be found, not that he could fight anyway, and he had strictly demanded to be left alone for the day so his subordinates were too far away to help him at this point.

It’s almost like he was able to feel Hibari’s boiling anger from across the room that he realized just how much of a disappointing rival he was being. 

“It’s rather amusing, no? I never thought we’d find ourselves in a situation where I stand powerless in front of you.”

A sad smile spread on his face, his head leaning on the sofa’s armrest as he chuckled under his breath.

“But I’ll take your accusation for it. It’s pitiful how I fell victim to my own hands.”

#Distaste #sixxpaths

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          No-Good Tsuna. That has been Sawada Tsunayoshi’s nickname for the past few years. Talentless in sports and academia, he has nothing to brag about and nothing in life to look forward to.           One day, his life is turned upside down when a baby mafioso named Reborn comes with a shocking revelation. Much to his chagrin, Sawada Tsunayoshi has been named a candidate for the highly covetous position of the 10th boss of the Vongola family, a powerful mafia group in Italy with connections all around the world! From then onwards, Tsuna’s life has never been the same. With Reborn’s help, who was sent to teach him how to become a good mafia boss, he gathers 7 reliable guardians, faces off against oppositions from other members of the family and outside forces trying to bring the Vongola down, and even a timetravel trip to the future — Tsuna’s life has become one heck of a roller coaster ride!  

          At Dying Will RP we follow the adventures of Tsuna and his guardians as well as the various, colorful cast of Reborn! Follow along with the canon storyline or embark on an Alternate Universe adventure with other members of the group. We write it all and are always eager and happy to accept and welcome new additions!

—- Check out our [ABOUT] for more information as well as our [RULES]. —- Don’t know if a character you want is taken or not? Check out our [MASTERLIST]. —- After you’ve picked your character, feel free to [APPLY]. Applications are always being accepted, but we encourage you to submit a reservation for your character first!  We, at Dying Will RP look forward to hearing from you!

#reborn! #katekyo hitman reborn #khr #khr rp #Reborn rp #come join us! #the group is small but our members are talented writers!

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II-

#the disciplinarian #hibari kyoya

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@piccolo-uomo-leone

Scary wolf.

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I always see this AU where Tsuna is a cute little bunny and Hibari is a wolf…but what if it was the other way? 

So here we have a useless wolf Tsuna and an angry bunny Hibari in their first meeting. (I’ll draw more of them later)

#i love this lmfao #the disciplinarian #hibari kyoya

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Mukuro: hey, Kyoya, what's your number

Hibari: *visibly texting* i don't have a phone

#relevant lol #sixxpaths #motive #musings #quotes

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@sixxpaths

the best arc in Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is clearly the Mukuro the Owl arc

i mean just

besides the fact he’s a fucking talking owl, his dialogue just

can he even hear himself

  mukuro u little shit, this is called karma

#admittedly #hibari is amused

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Distaste || Hibari and Mukuro

@sixxpaths:

Mukuro hated looking and feeling vulnerable. He was absolutely sure he would die before anyone could every see him so desperate and wasted. Normally the illusionist wouldn’t let that ever happen but right now he just couldn’t help it, couldn’t help himself anymore. The taste of alcohol which was so alluring to him had him crashing to the ground, right beside the couch as he took another sip from the bottle. Legs spread, jacket tossed somewhere in an unknown location, the only thought running through his mind was about the price of the drink and how he was supposed to spend his money on more important things, like feeding the rest of his gang. Yet, it was already too late so those questions were soon left behind like his common sense.

Although his vision was blurred and the light coming from outside wasn’t exactly making the situation better, he could tell apart one single silhouette coming through the doorway. The only person he didn’t want to be seen by in his state. There was no mistake. Hibari’s visits always amused the young illusionist, when he was sober that is, and their fights were a great source of entertainment. Surely he would be disappointed to see his favorite rival acting like a weakling. How in his right mind did he allow himself to be drunk when he was always on the run? He questioned himself while giving the cloud guardian his usual smirk, hopelessly trying to regain his composure once more.

A genuine derision, far more potent than usual, filled the teen as he made his way through Kokuyo Land. 

Earlier, he had received a text message from the other. It made little sense as it was littered with misspelled words and shitty grammar. 

It was a simple thing to ignore. He didn’t even bother trying to figure out what it said, nor did he care to ask Mukuro to send another message with more sense to it. However, it became harder to ignore when he began to receive more messages from said mage. 

At some point, he could have sworn he read the word “drunk” amidst the jumbled letters of his text and Hibari’s eyes narrowed as he forcefully shut his phone and pocketed it, determined to ignore any further onslaught of texts. He would have nothing to do with a drunken fool and would not be goaded into any fights. An intoxicated opponent was a dead one.

Except, the barrage of texts didn’t end. 

An audible growl left the teen’s lips as he grabbed his coat and left.

He tried not to make visits to Kokuyo Land a frequent occurrence, but he was a glutton for the thrill of the fight and Mukuro was too entertaining a rival to stay away for long periods of time, especially in the absence of the Bronco.

As he entered Mukuro’s lair, he was unsure of what to expect, but the sight of the taller teen sprawled across the floor, an idiotic and distorted version of his usual smirk plastered on his face, brought a thick sense of distaste to the skylark.

He did not like alcohol.

Slat eyes narrowed, he remained at the door.

“Proud of yourself, are we? Pitiful.”

#sixxpaths #Distaste

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Expression unreadable, minus the vaguely annoyed vibe he radiated eternally, he would rather kill the silver haired teen than admit to anyone else, even himself, that he was fine with the current state of this detached allegiance. Of course, he’d rather like to maintain the thought and appearance of hating the idea of crowds and other people.

To go further, to have anyone dare call them friends, to have dinner together, it was more than Hibari could handle. Even having Gokudera in his home for this long was beginning to irritate him. 

Still, he was learning. Otherwise, he would not have picked him up after having spotted him passed out on the sidewalk. Then again, Hibari had an odd sort of obligation. He attributed it to keeping the peace of the town. An unconscious boy laying in the streets was out of place.

Silence prevailed and for a moment it was peaceful. 

How annoying.

Hibari’s eyes narrowed and they zeroed in on Gokudera still sitting there. Why was he still sitting there?

“So are you done playing dead or were you going to take advantage of my hospitality for the rest of my afternoon?”

Frustration

Gokudera glared at the yellow bird that wouldn’t shut up. He had hopes that the little yellow bird would be well behaved unlike its new owner, but it seemed those hopes were shot down. This was why he hated animals.

Hearing the cloud guardian deny his offer to treat him to food was actually a relief. As much as he thought he could get along well with the other teen, he knew he honestly couldn’t. At some point he’d end up fighting the other and he knew just how that would end.

“It’s a form of saying thank you, but since you don’t want to, better for me.”

If the bird didn’t shut up anytime soon he was going to end up murdering it even if it pissed off Hibari. 

#frustration #bombatempesta

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Something about the other’s pitiful quivering angered Hibari as well as confused him. His perception of the little animal seemed to perpetually fluctuate. At times, the brunet bared the sharpest of fangs, and at others, he seemed perfectly content to suck on leaves.

His eyes narrowed. Tsuna’s lame excuse did little to settle the cloud. After all, it was against the rules to be inside the school’s facilities so late.

The sorry shivering and attempt at a defensive stance, however, turned him off from the idea that he could get in a good spar. 

Still, he wasn’t about to just let him go, at any rate.

Switching one tonfa into his other hand, Hibari freed up his grip to instead latch onto the front of the herbivore’s shirt. 

Dragging him with relative ease across the dirty floor, he threw him out of the shed, stormy eyes still narrowed with a glare.

“You’re weak. Then you are not. You are unpredictable and I don’t like it. Do not cower. It makes you easy prey.”

At that, he took up a battle ready stance, expecting Tsuna to do the same. The other’s nature made no sense. He should not have fangs as large as he did and then have the nerve to cower. If he did not pick up his act, Hibari would gladly wipe him from existence.

After Hours | Hibari & Tsuna

The door swung open violently and for a split second Tsunayoshi Sawada’s face lit up in a brilliant flash of hope. However, that second ended as quickly as it began when he registered who had just kicked the door in.

He would have rather stayed int that shed all night than be found by Hibari-san. What was more he looked angry, very angry and the ensuing question, the typical Hibari question, only cemented the fact that Tsuna was in trouble. Big trouble and what mad it worse was that he was completely alone on this one, Reborn was who knew where and everyone else had gone home.

“H-hibari-san of course I-I didn't’ I came here for school!” Tsuna frowned and shook trying to find a way to explain himself as quickly as possible before he wound up a bloody mess on the ground somewhere.

“I was just cleaning up and I fell asleep and they locked the shed and I…just take it easy I’m not looking for a fight and I didn’t break anything I swear.” the brown eyed teen held up his arms in a pitiful form of self defense but what else was he going to do it wasn’t like he could run the entry was blocked by the menacing older teen.

#After Hours #piccolo uomo leone

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Though his eyes narrowed at the illusionist’s message his smirk did not disappear. Mukuro’s message was a challenge, as was much of what the mage ever said to him.

There were multiple factors working against him when they first went toe to toe, but the disciplinarian was not beneath making excuses, not even for the sake of his pride. No. Those wounds would heal on the day he would tame the older teen and bring him to his knees.

[txt] :: You and I remember that day very differently. I would be glad to demonstrate.

Hateful

Seeing Hibari answer caused a smirk to spread on his lips, knowing that the prefect rarely liked to respond to texts, especially if they were from him.

“Oh? That’s not what I saw the first time we crossed paths. If I recall correctly, you were kneeling before me. But do inform me in case I’ve underestimated your strength.”

Of course, Mukuro knew the cloud guardian was well capable of rivaling him on that matter as their fights were always a great source of entertainment. But the illusionist was too cocky to ever admit that aloud. In all honesty, he just hoped to irritate him enough to drag him back into a battle.

#Hateful #sixxpaths