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@kcnkei​ ❤ ‘d  

【♛】༄   It was so much easier for him to admit his attraction towards others when he was intoxicated. It could have been because it made him more confident in his ability to flirt, which quite frankly his skills were not as good as he thought they were. Or maybe it was because he was just more open when he had some booze in his system.

He had only had one or two drinks, yet he felt cocky enough to try his hand at charming a girl he found rather cute. He approached her, gently taking her hand and smiling warmly.

“Enchantée Mademoiselle. How are you this evening? Would you care for some company?~”

#【𝒯𝒽é 𝒜𝓋𝑒𝒸 𝐿𝑒 𝑅𝑜𝒾.】༄ ( ic ) #kcnkei

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〚 @kcnkei『 chep ! 』continued ! 〛

          Danny usually had a pretty good sense about when it was time to step in and when it was time to step back. He knew when problems were too big to tackle. He knew when it was or wasn’t his turn to save the day. He didn’t consider himself a hero. He just knew he had certain powers that came with certain inarguable responsibilities. He helped people because he knew he had to, not because it gave him any sense of personal accomplishment. Sometimes he wished he didn’t have to. Sometimes the responsibility was too much to bare. Sometimes he didn’t think he was worthy of carrying that kind of weight -- but none of that ever stopped him from doing the right thing.

          The situation with Chepi was more complicated than just ‘doing the right thing’. If Chepi was anyone else, Danny might consider it to be time to step back. Addiction wasn’t an issue of ‘right’ or ‘wrong’. Chepi getting help wasn’t something that he could decide for her -- but it obviously wasn’t something she could decide for herself either. It was a big thing. A gray thing. A complicated thing. And yet -- it wasn’t complicated at all.

          The simple question was: Was Danny just going to sit and watch while his friend was literally killing herself? Of course he wasn’t going to let her leave.

          “Yeah, right.” He grabbed her arm harder than he was comfortable with, but comfort wasn’t a factor in this particular equation. “You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met, but that was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard.” Danny’s voice wasn’t shaking like it had been before. Tension had been steadily rising between the two of them, but confidence came for him with this newfound sense of urgency. “I don’t have to ‘know’ you to know that this isn’t something you can keep up. Addiction isn’t anyone’s long term plan.” God, he sounded like public service announcement, but he couldn’t care less.

          “None of what you’re saying is making any sense and the fact that you can’t see that is a huge fucking red flag. And you’re right, I don’t have the right to ‘infringe’ on your life -- or whatever big word you wanna use to make it sound more dramatic -- but I don’t care what rights I have. I care about you.”

#// sometimes you just write things that make my muse spike so much #// that i have to reply to it before i do anything else #// this is how i end up writing replies for you right before class or right before i have to spend the rest of the day doing hw #👻〚 interactions『danny』〛 #🖤〚 kcnkei『 chepi 』〛 #kcnkei #addiction cw

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@kcnkei​ / from here

He’s not usually like this-- well, at least not much of a drinker, anyway. He was always a bit mopey. Still though, what tempted him to pick up a glass? He’s not really sure. He thinks sometimes he just does things he knows are stupid because they give him a momentary rush of agency. Like he’s actually decided something for himself.

Similarly he’s never touched a cigarette, but when the other offers him one, he seems willing to take it. Or at the very least, the idea of fresh air and a different taste in his mouth seems nice. The alcohol taste was starting to make him feel just the tiniest bit queasy.

“O-Oh-- uhm...sure.” He nods, tries to stand but finds himself staggering just the slightest bit. He hadn’t stood up in a good hour or so, so frankly it was a bit surprising. “Woah--”

#kcnkei #↻ combat baby / MAIN VERSE . #adam........please... #alcohol tw #smoking tw

[ferociousslumber-a]

@kcnkei​

This place was filled with all sorts of big no-no’s. From the air thick with smoke of cigarettes and heck knew what else, to the deafening sounds of chatter, music and brawling. Not usually his kind of establishment, thought he’s been getting more and more accustomed to it. At first his sensitive nose almost made him throw up from all these scents, but now the young wolf could tolerate it pretty decently. So Achim walked through the back alley, doing his best to avoid bumping into guys and girls in different states of inebriation, subtly scanning the area, taking in the scents behind the curtain of clubbing specific odors.

It’s not long until he catches of glimpse of what interests him. She’s there, seemingly alone, seemingly distracted from the chaos around them. Between them there’s a wire fence, which he leans into a bit. He keeps staring for a moment, maybe waiting to be noticed too? After all, he’s not hard to pick out from a crowd, if you pick the right angle his eyes reflect the light like crazy.

He looks to the right, then to the left. No hole in the fence. So he climbs it over, throwing himself to land on the other side pretty gracefully, it’s clear he’s done this before.

“Hey,” he calls out as casual as he can while pacing slowly towards her. “What’cha doing alone? Don’t like the music?”

#kcnkei #[Achim talks] #[Older!Achim]

[archivedakphaezya]

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐮 / @kcnkei​

      Nighttime caught him wandering under neon lights, trapped in his own disquietude. No exciting deals that he’d known of were to take place in the near future and needless to say, between swiping a few bills from the hard-working people trapped at the subway station during the rush hour and wasting time looking for mischief, the drifter’s schedule was entirely vacant.

      At least, until someone nearly headbutted him off his feet. Luckily, his cat-like reflexes steadied him back up right away and his quick wit assessed the situation in seconds. One of them was roughed up and the other was taller than both of them. Not even he was enough of a bitch to kick a puppy while it’s scuttling away from danger.

      To reach for the knife at his belt or to get lost in the crowd…Well, Shoku didn’t skip leg day and neither did he. But to call Shoichi a hero would be a blatant misconstruction of his character. A self-indulgent martyr is more faithful to reality.

      Without lingering on that thought, he grabbed Shoku’s arm and whispered a simple ❝This way, kid.❞ before he yanked him in the opposite direction and towards the limelight. What lay ahead of him couldn’t have possibly been as bad as what awaited behind him, could it?

#kcnkei #I'll leave those vultures guessing ❧ ic #[exit pursued by a bear] #[you dont have to reply if you dont want to but!! I thought it was neat]

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   He was quiet for a long while, staring absently down the glass in front of him. He’d been kicked out for a while-- something about work, or whatever. He didn’t pay much attention after he was given the credit card. 

   With a soft sigh, he leaned in towards the nearest stranger, chewing his lip. “You look lonely.” He purred softly, slender fingers rolling across the counter towards the other-- probably getting uncomfortably close. “What are you doing out so early in the night?”

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[uzchis]

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!” / from Shoku!!

‘Something’s Wrong’ Sentence Starters

“You’re getting blood on my clothes!”  | @kcnkei​

he blames it on zoning out when he’s not supposed to, blames it on the loud volume of the tv when boisterous hahaha’s filter into the kitchen area from some comedic scene in a sitcom that’s probably not even funny but all he knows is that when the pain settles in, it really settles in. he see’s splotches of red, white, & silver before the pain in his hand really hits him and as he backs away from the stunning picture, he see’s those same splotches of red follow him in the form of drops on the floor. from the kitchen, to the living room, and then to the bathroom, it follows him along like little trails of a sardonic reminder. gazing around, he sifts through the cabinets under the sink and when he finds he cant make out what’s inside  (it’s dark, he tells himself) he looks over to the door where he spots a hanging grey cloth. he grabs it, wets it, wets his cut, and then ties it around his hand. then he looks around, see’s a white cloth by the side and grabs it to get rid of the red, blurry spots from the bathroom floor. he’s just finished with the bathroom floor and is about to move onto the living room when he hears his roommates voice, both shrill & accusing.

“what? yeah, i uhhh…” he squeezes his eyes shut, tries to clear his stupid vision before looking at the cloth wrapped around his hand and then at the one he’s been cleaning the floor with and lo and behold, it was in fact, shoku’s shirts. two of them, to be exact. he pauses, looks towards the kitchen where he left the onion and to no surprise, there’s some blood on it as well. there’s really only one thing that started all this mess, one thing that he really wanted to avoid and never admit (especially with all the little signs) and maybe disillusion himself with because frankly speaking, he always hoped to never get the short end of one of his fathers shitty genetics. hands balling into fists with no regard that the blood begins to seep deeper into the shirt, he gazes at shoku incredulously. “well… fuck, i think i might need to get glasses.”

#kcnkei #v ; modern.

[flxwergxrden-a]

6 am openings sucked , but at the very least customers didn't tend to come through the shop until much later in the day. unfortunately for toby , that wasn't his reality today and he nearly jumped out of his skin when a customer entered , the indication bell on the door jingling aggressively whilst he smacked his head on the inner portion of a book shelf he'd been dusting. ' shit ! ah , welcome. ' / to antoine ?

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With a loud slam, the blond hit his hand on top of the counter. Narrowing his eyes with almost a glare and voice full of hatred for what he was about to ask Tony proceeded with his request. “ Gi’ me your best romantic novella. ” Because despite appearances the youngster was very fond of romance, however, very embarrassed to admit so.

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@kcnkei has the patience of a million years ( for lawful lady ~ ) 💧

Archer wasn’t exactly the type to close his eyes on his actions... well, yes and no. Unlike those who entirely ignored the consequences of what they did, in his case they’d always be there. At the back of his head, unable to let go, but unable to find no reason to keep going. The opportunities. The power.

And for years people wanted to point at a single man, when it wasn’t it. But even if they got every single one of them, none would undo what happened. It was only a whirlwind of the convoluted, selfish nature of humans. He knew some people remembered him, had something against him. But so very few went after him. Ultimately, breaking your routine? Getting out of your way and responsabilities to go after a man with no idea of how, when and what to do? This only happened in the movies. 

“What do you want. If you ain’t tracking me to shoot me then it’s going to be a very, very boring night.”

Archer pivoted on his feet, soft raindrops being the only sound outside his voice in the deserted nightly street.

“If you want an appointment, you don’t go through me. If you want a VIP pass, not me either... so scram.”

But she’s not here for that, right..? ... that officer.

#.kessler ( ic ) #kcnkei #nvm my length im just setting things up never hesitate to one para on me

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  ||  Kura wasn’t going to say that there was a specific type of person he disliked but-- right now he was just tasked with just tying up this specific nin and keeping him here until the mission was done but it was tempting to just kill him.

   Even though under his mask he was smiling, he really wanted to yell at his master for giving him such a godawful mission.

「 Look, if you don’t quiet down,     I’ll tighten the bonds instead.」

@kcnkei | ‘i am sorry’

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@kcnkei​ said:

✒️ c:

Send me ✒️ and I’ll write your URL in my handwriting along with a little note about what I think of you! // accepting

#【𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔'𝓈 𝒢𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇.】༄ ( ooc ) #kcnkei #【𝒜𝓃 𝒜𝓊𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔.】༄ ( ask )

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〚 @kcnkei​『 send ☁ for a moodboard of our muses ! 』〛

said: ☁ / Ben and Ku !!

i may not know much about a lot of stuff, but i know you’re like the hottest guy i’ve ever met and every time you kiss me my heart feels like it’s gonna explode

#kcnkei #// !!!!! #// okay i found like ten thousand pictures that i wanted to use for this #// so i'll probably have to make more for them in the future #❤️〚 boy next door『 ben &amp; shoku 』yecrn 〛

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' internal bleeding ? but isn't that where the blood's supposed to be anyway ? ' / ku @ michio c:

     Michio can’t help but chuckle at the question– he can tell there’s some humor behind it, which made it all the more amusing. “You’re right” he agrees, “but the body has lots of compartments and when something gets out of it’s compartment, it can ruin the game for everyone else”. He gestures to the paperwork he’s been working on. “Most of the time, we gotta wheel’em into the OT, just like how it was for this man who got stabbed in the flank”

—– @kcnkei 

#// aww yus thanks for sending this in owo #answered #kcnkei

[ferociousslumber-a]

' she usually loves strangers - ' toby held a hissing and spitting royal tight in his arms , giving the other an apologetic look ' - i'm so sorry. ' / for achim maybe ??

The young wolf stepped back, looking down at the feline with a deep scowl tugging at his facial features. This was a very normal reaction, from both sides of the conflict; he didn’t really like cats and cats definitely didn’t like him back…

“Ugh… yea, it’s cool, don’t mention it. Seriously don’t mention it, i dunno where you got that cat, but it looks like it could scratch out an eye!”

“Wouldn’t a leash be a better idea? I mean… you trust her that much to not run away?” because cats are weirdly, independent creatures which never obey you and actually hate you. Or so did Achim believe.

#[Achim talks] #[Older!Achim] #kcnkei

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@kcnkei || like’d

☕-•.-┋                              ❝   Hello   there   ,   little   one   .   Come   to                                                   keep   me   company   today   ?   ❞

The   ghoul   asks   ,   his   hand   reaching   down   to   pet   the   black   cat   .   He   never   understood   the   stigma   against   them   ,   any   cat   is   a   good   cat   .   Black   cats   were   ,   however   ,   his   favorite   .   He   looked   at   the   animal   and   thought   for   a   moment   ,   returning   to   inside   of   the   bookstore   .   A   minute   or   two   later   ,   he   returned   with   a   small   can   .   He   opened   the   top   ,   the   familiar   smell   rising   to   meet   both   him   and   his   visitor   .   

                                             ❝   Don't   worry   ,   its   none   of   that   fancy                                                     feast   shit   .   This   is   actually   really   good                                                     for   you   .   See   ?   You   can   see   all   the                                                     veggies   in   it   .   But   it's   mostly   chicken   so   ,                                                     I   hope   you'll   like   it   .   ❞

#☕-•.-┋⌜ᶦ ʷᵃˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ⋅⋅⋅ ˢᵒ ʰᵘᶰᵍʳʸ⋅⋅⋅ ˢᵒ ᶫᵒˢᵗ⌟ ━ river. #kcnkei

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Send 🎰 for me to put our muses into a random list generator then post the first five as potential ships! || Accepting

Chepi + BrookeMitei + YuriShoku + RiverNico + BrookeLeona + Aleksei

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