#ky0udai

[rphunter]

Hi! I’m Darcy. After a long, difficult year, I’m out here looking for some fandom RPs to celebrate my relative freedom! I’m in my twenties and would prefer that my partners were 20+ as well. I’m also currently only looking for canon/canon and m/m pairings (trans and nb hcs are totally welcome!).

Here are the fandoms I’m looking for and the characters I write (with my main ships for them).

Naruto ✨ Kakashi Hatake (Yamato, Gai, Iruka, Zabuza) ✨ Shikamaru Nara (Neji, Lee, Naruto) Zabuza Momochi (Kakashi) Yamato (Kakashi, Asuma)

Bleach ✨ Shunsui (Ukitake, Coyote Starrk) ✨ Urahara (Aizen, Yoruichi, Tessho) Byakuya (Kenpachi, Renji)

Haikyuu ✨✨ Oikawa (Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Daichi, Matsukawa) ✨✨ Sugawara (Daichi, Iwaizumi)

Kuroko no Basuke Aomine (Kise, Tetsuya, Kageyama) Kise (Aomine, Kasamatsu)

I can write adv-lit to novella but I love lazy-lit length replies (200-500 words).

I’m comfortable with full nsfw or fade to black, so just let me know your comfort level.

I would like to write over on discord for the sake of organization.

I love chatting with my partners, sharing hcs, etc. I’m much more motivated to RP when I feel as though I’m friends with my RP partners!

I’m also open to group RPs where I’m able to write any of the aforementioned muses (as long as the group is 18+).

If you’re interested at all in any of these fandoms/pairings, please feel free to message me, or just like this post, and I’ll reach out to you for a chat!

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#ky0udai #naruto roleplay #naruto rp #bleach roleplay #bleach rp #haikyuu roleplay #haikyuu rp #kuroko no basuke roleplay #kuroko no basuke rp

[puckish-rogue]

13. Death (for the tarot ask game)

Tarot Headcanon Questions

13.  death  :  is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ?

Perhaps it's best if he lets go of that lingering pain—the hate for a man he, for a short time, revered so intensely to the point he would lay out his own life for him. After all, he gave this one a sense of purpose. An identity. Built him up with words of encouragement and validation. Making sure he knew how good of a job he did. That this work, as violent and deplorable as it was, would be beneficial for the city and its people. They were a guiding light. A means for salvation, no matter how stained with blood their hands would get.

Yet for this child, the blood would soak right into his skin.

To have everything you've worked so hard for—your identity, your wealth, your connections, your power—be snatched away in such a violent act of betrayal, perpetrated by a man you looked at as THE embodiment of loyalty, well.. let's just say that 'some wounds never heal' has some truth behind it. For how can one truly move on from such a traumatic event when it played such a large part in shaping you to become the man you are today?

#ky0udai #all access interview ⚜ { asks } #i’m more of a puckish rogue ⚜ { headcanons }

[bellsliturgy]

@ky0udai . yasuko&&majima

the many days and nights she's spent in the hospital were spent drifting in and out of consciousness, losing count of the days if indeed she ever started counting. in a coma for how long? she asks, over and over again, and can never remember the answer. her delirium and lethargy were the worst parts of it--the pain was nothing she couldn't handle, the bruising around the glued and stapled flesh having gone from a ghastly purple to a mild and ugly green. the tubes in her arms, however, were mildly distressing, unable to move freely without a discomfort that made her stomach churn. she'd been in hospital numerous times in the past, but this time was different. brain foggy and floating amidst a sea of murky gray uncertainty, she only recalls the last thing she sees before everything goes back.

taiga.

alive. alive and out of prison, here in kamurocho. she doesn't know or understand how things came to be, but her heart feels weightless in her chest as the blood seeps from her. he's free, and he's safe, and he's alive. and that's all that mattered.

her survival from the gunshot was unexpected--miraculous the doctors kept referring to it as. she cares not for their expressions, and answers them simply and as minimally as she can get away with. when taiga visits her, however, she glows amidst the off-white bedsheets and robin's egg blue hospital garments. a sun against a foggy sea.

her heart sinks, however, when she learns he's for prison again soon--but only to serve time for his escape. he'd be serving a regular term, away from death row. her wounds nearly tear open for the racking sobs she couldn't hold back--a nearly three decade-long nightmare ending at the last.

when it came time to part ways, he makes her a promise he knows he can keep, and she waits until she's given leave to depart the hospital. able to walk at least short distances before resting, she's granted the courtesy of a wheelchair to the front gate before stopping to ease herself up, clad in a gown far too big for her in lieu of the bloodied clothes she arrived in.

and it's there that her face brightens again--large, unassuming eyes once clouded by despair gaze upon the angular visage of another beloved soul, their reunion long in the making and dawning like the rays of the eternal sun. if she could run, she would have, making a beeline towards her friend, the brother of her brother, but she would make due with an easy walk, as brisk as she could manage, before she lands in his arms. the tears that prick her eyes do not sting, but are warm, soothing like a salve.

"goro..." his name slips from her lips, a tight whisper that she can barely speak, "it's been so long... i feared you had long since perished. who do i thank for the gift of having you and taiga back in my life?"

#ky0udai #yasuko ic tbt #WOW this Got LONG???? #but also not me getting very emotional

[onimaji]

To Angel to pick your poison, Akiyama. /@ky0udai.

To Majima, Downtown Ryukyu wasn't a very busy place in Okinawa--though on that note, that thought alone was coming from a guy who'd lived in Kamurocho which was much busier in comparison and a fair bit more tightly packed in comparison to Ryukyu. That being said, Ryukyu had its charm.

Legs open and spread wide as he sat in the cushy chair behind his desk, Majima sat in Angel's managerial office all by himself, taking a much needed break from his patrons while his boys continued to run the shift. They knew to call him if anyone started giving them trouble though.

Ryukyu might've been a sleepy dragon while Kamurocho was a whole 'nother beast, but in all honesty--Majima liked dragons. No sooner had he thought this though did a certain dragon in particular cross his mind. . .

Ah . . . Kiryuchan. What was that guy doing at this time? He'd up and left--for better things as far as Majima had heard, but the former Yakuza hadn't ever pressed for details beyond that. Other that that, he was supposed to have gone pretty far away and Majima, well, he didn't want to know where, exactly. After all, he, himself, had felt worn down by the Yakuza life in general and had made the choice to walk away from it, too . . . and those he'd held close . . . shit was still fucked for them, but, no--not today. He'd walked down that road before and knew where those thoughts went.

They couldn't be entertained this time.

Sitting there for a while longer, Majima shuffled through some papers he'd had in his desk drawer before grabbing hold of his cellphone, and a small weight lifted from his shoulders. Nishida had said that's where he'd put it if found, and though he could've brought a new one, the one he held now--still pristine--held a fair amount of memories. He wouldn't just discard that--couldn't, even.

Turning it on, he played a few games (and time passed, steadily) before he was being called to the front to fill in for one of the guys who'd apparently come to work under the weather, fuckin' idiot. If he was sick, he shouldn't have come at all. Not only did he risk spreading the bug to staff, but also to the patrons of Angel.

. . . The guy was his idiot though, so he let him off easy--with a glare and a threat to no longer be having any teeth less he took his ass home to rest up and feel better. Once that situation was handled though, Majima proceeded to calm himself and settle into service mode, scanning the front for unfamiliar faces as he stood behind the counter.

There wasn't much to do as those who were seated had been taken care of, so Majima settled back, busing himself with the counter itself and inspected its current level of cleanliness. His lone eye dropped to the polished surface, for a moment, distracted.

#formerly yakuza always demon / ic. #v. ​bearing all teeth and fangs / main. #ky0udai #ky0udai: akiyama #profanity cw

[mjm5655]

what chess piece represents you ?

black rook

you are the black rook. as a piece that can move inwards & outwards, you're a master of self-reflection. being the black piece, you hide an inner beast within you. perhaps you're one to rush headfirst into trouble, was it for a friend's sake ? or your own ? are you the overprotective type ? did you know your grip was that tight around someone's neck ? for all your protectiveness and deliberate planning, you can't wash the blood off your hands that easily.

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#﴾ MAJIMA ⸨ HC ⸩ #/ok this is actually fitting

[declaawed]

lay back down. you're not healed up yet. (😈 daigo @ mine)

Daigo's voice. The sting of hospital disinfectant. The stiffness of a hospital bed. As Mine lay there with eyes barely opened, hindered by the fog of the lifting hospital anesthetic, his mind replays the events of the Millennium Tower rooftop. The way he so badly wanted nothing more than to throw that ass of a CIA agent off the building alone, swat the Dragon of Dojima's hands off of Daigo's person, keep him close like a treasure he'd been searching for. But that wasn't atonement. This wasn't atonement, either. Mine had betrayed Daigo --- the one person on this vile Earth that ever looked at him like a human being instead of a tool or a walking wallet. The kind of betrayal that made Mind curl his fingers until his nails bit at the plush of his palm because of his hatred of that feeling. He'd become the one thing he hated the most about the human race.

Even as Daigo urges him to lay back down, to allow his body the time to heal, his mind was consumed by thoughts of regret. Oh, how he wanted to escape those suffocating walls, but not for his own comfort, but so he could make up for the pain and suffering he could so clearly see in the glint of Daigo's dark eyes, unable to bear the thought of him carrying Mine's actions on his shoulders alone. Suicide wasn't enough, not when the plan falls apart. The cost of a pinky, an arm, an organ --- whatever it took to erase the chairman's pain, though he could never erase what he'd done.

"Daigo..." There's a certain husk to his voice that made him sound tired --- god, so tired --- though his eyes read that he's wide awake, there, alive. It wasn't what was supposed to happen. And yet, he takes advantage of the moment. If he insisted on him keeping his body low, he'd bring Daigo closer, a hand so careful and graceful, reaching out to take Daigo's hand, bringing it back to rest his palm against Mine's cheek.

He never thought he'd have the privilege of smelling that specific cologne ever again.

|| @ky0udai

#mine | writing #OH BOY OH BOY DO THEY MAKE ME S O B #mine doesn't even care that HE'S alive #he just sees that DAIGO'S alive; nothing else even matters #| askbox

[judgementkazukun]

WHICH AESTHETIC™ COLOUR ARE YOU?

charcoal

You're smart, analytical, and appear balanced to the people around you. You work hard not to judge others, and to listen carefully before giving advice. For that reason, the people in your life trust you deeply, and listen well when you express an opinion because frankly, you're usually right. This need to appear calm and well-informed can be a little crushing, though-- you don't need to hide your uncertainty quite so often. It's human to need help sometimes, and with all you've done for your loved ones, they would be more than happy to provide it.

tagged by: @ly-l-a tagging: @proditeur / @shininginyourlight (nishiki!) / @ky0udai (your choice!) / @gloryseized (your choice!) / @zankokukami / @hautevaux / & anyone else who wants to feel free to steal it and say i tagged you

#i personally think kiryu has 1 brain cell #but other than that this does fit him well #character study #dash games

[puckish-rogue]

📜

Send 📜 (or ‘Wishlist!’) and I’ll tell you one thing I want to write! ( ACCEPTING )

I'd love to explore the Saints being able to work alongside other groups. Potentially form some strong alliances to help them in their growth! It's something that really hadn't been shown in the original series, outside of having associates here and there. So I think it'd be a lot of fun to do this with Muses who might run their own gang, criminal organization, business, really anything that'd be mutually beneficial.

#ky0udai #all access interview ⚜ { asks } #Wishlist ⚜︎

[bellsliturgy]

🕯️

(rei about wagi of course)

his apartment in kamurocho didn't differ too much from the cramped living space he had in sotenbori. few amenities, little space, but comfortable enough for now. yoru made herself busy pawing at reijiro's neglected bowl of instant ramen, dipping her paw in the broth, licking, and dipping it back in. his own attention was elsewhere, gaze carried on the gentle summer night breeze to gaze at yonder stars in the night sky.

kashiwagi-san...

curled up on his floor sofa, he reflects on the relatively quiet events of the past week. mama's past words ring in his mind's ear, reminding him that the world of the yakuza wasn't one he wanted to get mixed up in. kashiwagi-san wasn't like the brash, loud-mouthed thugs that seemed so common in sotenbori. tall, commanding, straight-laced, with a piercing glare that entranced and intimidated him in equal measure, kashiwagi-san was... a cut above the rest.

i suppose he has to be... he's the family... captain? lieutenant? whatever. herding yakuza must be so stressful regardless of his title. he looked... tired. or maybe that's just his face.

yoru takes to drinking from the ramen cup, no longer stealing droplets of flavored broth with her paw. she shows no interest in the noodles.

i meet with kazama-han in just a couple of days... i'm nervous but. if i can reach an agreement with him...

reijiro pulls a cushion to his chest, bound uncomfortably flat beneath layers of unyielding fabric.

the yakuza have money. loads of it. the bubble may have burst but so few self-respecting clinics are willing to entertain them... if i can get my foot in the door... then maybe i can get what i need. and maybe i can... see him again, too. wouldn't... wouldn't that be delightful? i wonder if he'll be there at the meeting with kazama-han... oh, i hope i don't screw this up. please don't screw this up...

@ky0udai

#rei ic tbt #yakuza verse tbt #wow gay??? #ty for sending

[declaawed]

this will help with the pain. (kashiwagi @ adachi)

Age definitely had a tendency to slow people down a little bit. And even though Adachi heavily prides himself on his physical prowess; built like an ox, he'd say, he could at least admit to no longer being on the same level as Ichiban and the others like he once was. The police academy did wonders for him, but maybe his DMV years were starting to catch up to him. Between street punks and creeps and all the other fist-happy people that would crowd the streets of Isezaki Ijincho, Adachi would definitely feel the sting in his bones a bit more than he used to.

He lounges lazily in a booth at Survive Bar, arm held palm up on the table, littered with various gauze and disinfectant and cloths as the bartender sits opposite him, glasses perched so elegantly on his face, brow furrowed with how focused he looked on the bloodied gash that tore through Adachi's palm; the result grabbing a knife from an attacker blade-first as a last resort. It hadn't even bothered him until the bartender pointed it out. Adrenaline, perhaps. When the disinfectant gets generously applied to a cloth, Adachi chuckles at the other's warning. "I appreciate what you're doin' here, barkeep. But I assure you, these old hands have been through worse, hehe--- ow ow ow." Whatever suaveness in his voice is immediately hissed through clenched teeth like steam from a kettle.

As his hand gets diligently wrapped in gauze, he can't help but let his dark eyes trail over every inch of the bartender's form: from every salt and pepper strand so cleanly slicked back to plush pink lips to the neat steamed tie he'd been so gracious to let Adachi borrow previously for his antics as the rich Yamada. He hums in thought, and as soon as he catches the other man's eyes again, he can't help but raise a single brow flirtatiously. "You sure your name isn't Takashi? 'Cause depending on how you write the kanji, it can mean hero. I think that's pretty fitting for you right now."

Never one to miss an opportunity to get a word in with that mysterious bartender.

|| @ky0udai

#adachi | writing #| askbox #he's such a damn schmoozer #I love them

[declaawed]

it looks worse than it really is, i swear (yagami @ kaito)

"Heh. Hurts like hell, though." Truthfully, Kaito was referring more so to being bound to a hospital bed more than the gunshot wound to his gut. Sure, that also hurt like a bitch --- but while he definitely had a bit of a lazy side to him, it was only ever enjoyable laziness when it was on his own terms. He lets out a long sigh, tilting his head back against a slightly stiff pillow and looking up at the room's fluorescent lights.

He'd look over at Yagami; and even without his partner in crime needing to say a damn word, he could already read that look. "C'mon, Ta-bo, lighten up. Didn't I tell ya? I'm invincible! Gonna take more than a single bullet to take me out." The grin on his face was overly confident, as smug as he was stubborn. But even so, he knows that his teasing could only ease so much of Yagami's worries, even when the other detective responds with a humoring chuckle that Kaito's heard so many times. It was that bittersweet sound, whereas Yagami's genuine laughter was more like windchimes.

Sure, he was told by multiple nurses not to move too much, but he was never much of a by-the-book follower of rules, anyway. He shifts his weight, a subtly painful groan escaping his lips before a hand pats at the side of his bed, signaling for Yagami would join him. He lets the other curl up against his good side, Kaito's arm snug around his shoulders as he admires the way he fits into his side so perfectly, like the space was made just for him.

"And when ya see Hamura next, tell him that if he was trying to kill me, his aim is shit."

|| @ky0udai

#kaito | writing #he's a bad bitch u can't kill him 💅