the princely type

         due to stress and a complete lack of muse for tamaki since college started, i've decided to just archive this blog. i might come back to tamaki at some point, but i do not plan to do so for a long time. any threads that i currently have will be deleted and if i do ever plan to return i will start up all new threads. thank you all for the support!

{ naiveheroine: }

   { ♕ } — He notices that she's being very humble about taking                     the compliment, bringing a wide grin to his face. "Of                     course I'm talking to you, do you see any other beautiful                     angel's here?"

{ itsranka: }

   { ♕ } — His heart's pounding, he's sweating profusely, and his eyelids are                    twitching. He should move, he should run, but he just cannot get                    his legs to work! Ah, where was Haruhi when he needed her most?                    Speak, speak words, you aren't a statue to have darts thrown at!                    "H-H-Hey Mr. Fujioka--" He was honestly a babbling mess now,                    all he wants is to not upset the other.

{ drxmmer: }

   { ♕ } — So immersed in his own playing, he had not heard the other                     come in. His hands slammed on the keys, creating an awful                     sound as he jumped in his seat with his heart pounding.                     "Gaaah! You shouldn't sneak up on people like that!" He stands,                     removing himself from the piano so he could take a deep breath                     and recollect himself. He had just now registered that he had been                     complimented, so he pulled blond locks away from blue eyes and                     smiled weakly. "Sorry, I was just startled. Thank you for appreciating                     my playing." Scanning the girl up and down, he tilts his head to the                     side slightly. She looks familiar. "Are you in the light music club?                     The one that does the concert for these festivals?"

{ lonely-nase: }

{ seiyos-queen: }

   { ♕ } — "And what might you be looking for?"                     He'd try to help as best he can.

{ absqux: }

   { ♕ } — When the bright flash of red hair sped in front of him, he nearly                     stumbled back into the water from surprise. But then he saw the                     worried expression on the girl and regained his composure. A calm,                     gentle smile curved his lips as he pushed wet strands out of his face.                     "Yeah, I'm okay. No need to worry about me, young fire princess!"                     Sooner or later he would learn how to turn off this princely role that he's                     got himself stuck in. Spotting the towels in her hands, he pointed at them.                     "For me? Thank you!" He's just as chipper as usual, even despite the                     uncomfortable feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin. The blond                     removed his shirt to ring out the water that absorbed into the fabric,                     completely shameless in this endeavor. He then took the towel from the                     girl and wiped off his face, then ruffled his hair to dry it out.

         ALRIGHT SO I FEEL LIKE ACTUAL TRASH NOW BUT. i'm no longer going to write a starter for every single follower i get. it's gotten out of hand honestly and i've been avoiding this blog because of it and it's been stressing me out to no end. i'm now just going to do the replies that i already have and then once i have control of those i'll make a post asking if anyone wants a starter and what not. i'm so sorry guys, i really tried to keep up with it but. sighs.

{ delinitus: }

   { ♕ } — "Good, because I would have to convince you if you would                        have said no." His charm is at full power right now, and if                        he was not careful he could run out quick. Powering down                        slightly, he peeked around the side of the umbrella to look                        at the bright blue sky. He wanted to ask why she was carrying                        an umbrella in the first place, but he decided to hold it off for                        a while. "So, where are we headed?"