what made you want to roleplay as yuki?
i’ve loved him from the get-go.
immediately he was mysterious. a character with no background, just an air of allure and intrigue.
then, he grew, as all good characters do. we watched him exercise personal demons, fall in and out of love, and uncover his true self below all that he had hidden.
and i admire that, deeply.
" Would you believe me if I told you I got lost—-"
❛ easily. ❜
Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns
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tagging: kyokyokat preciousriceball hatsuuharu and anyone else who wants to give this a shot.
BASICS:
name: Annie age: 18 preferred pronouns: she/her or they/them zodiac sign: libra taken or single: taken! three facts: i've been in a onesie all day because i don't have class til four, i have several paintings in my room, my lower lip is so chapped stAB ME
EXPERIENCE:
how long (months/years?): three and a half years on tumblr now how’d you start: my friend and i watched atla together: she made a ty lee, i made a mai platforms you’ve used: texting, skype, omegle (ooP), tumblr, so on worst experience: recently people i know got mad at me for not condoning rape threads 8))))))) sorry!!!! best experience: when i'm with the squad in any fandom and we just have such a good thing aH i love it
MUSE PREFERENCES:
female or male: male, usually favorite face: i don't use fcs least favorite face: see above
WRITING PREFERENCES:
fluff, angst or smut: angst! long or short replies: medium best time to write: like 2 am are you like your muse(s): yun and i are similar in a lot of ways
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> Name: Yuki Sohma > Age: 17 > Species: Human/Zodiac Rat
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drinker smoker done/does drugs knows what a broken heart feels like has committed a crime suffers a physical disability suffers a mental disorder has experienced severe trauma
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> Biggest fear: Loneliness, not being loved, darkness, isolation, his family. > Recurring nightmare: He enters his home, and no one within recognizes him, or can even see him. He calls for them over and over, but they ignore him, eventually dissolving into darkness. This darkness forms into walls, and Akito's voice comes from a location he can't identify. This dream fades following the closet revelation. > Something they miss: Not much, actually. Everything now is better than it had ever been. > Biggest regret: Allowing himself to withdraw from people for so long. > Pressure point: Insinuate he wanted to be in the Sohma home for any reason. > A secret: There have been incidents during dinner that anxiety has crept into him, causing him to lose comfort in speaking -- in these moments, he has to go to the bathroom and breathe for some time.
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fire or watermother or fatherto hurt and be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love
Veronica Roth, Allegiant
SURPRISE BEAUTIFUL PERSON! Once you get this, you must put this into at least 8 people's asks (ANONYMOUSLY or not) who deserves it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it's nice to know that someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out! Help spread the Anon love, not hate.
talk to me about yuki. talk to me about yuki suffering ptsd. talk to me about yuki managing panic attacks. talk to me about yuki growing, despite his trauma. talk to me about yuki relapsing, and then growing stronger. talk to me about yuki in good times, and in bad. talk to me about yuki with flashbacks. talk to me about yuki overcoming trauma for those he loves. talk to me about yuki having panic episodes. talk to me about yuki standing up to the source of his fear. talk to me about this amazing, heroic boy.
“Wouldn’t nose chap be such a unique invention?”
❛ if that range included cheek balm, as well. winter truly is vile. ❜
it’s all fun and games, they say: who are they? one must wonder, and who are they to decide?
with such egos, and mounted so high above the crowds of the ignorant below, THEY must be so proud. so boastful among their ranks.
until someone gets hurt, they add quietly, until someone gets hurt.
he thought better, now, than to refute his nickname. for, really, what more was he than a collection of convenient titles?
❛ — although, even the jester must’ve eventually realized that his own jokes don’t make him laugh anymore. ❜
▶ｃｈｉｒｐ◀
⇁ ❝ As long as the audience laughs then it’s okay if he doesn’t produce one he can call his own. ❞
— - it’s worth it, he thinks because surely the smiles of others, real or fake give them pleasure, letting them avoid their burdens, if only for a moment.
to forget, and to feel safe, to allow a moment of bliss, it’s not too much to ask for, nor is it a sin. The selfish human nature is primal and that which one can can selfless, seems to be dirtied by the ideals of others.
sometimes simple bliss is all he asks for.
from his reverie, he was gracelessly pulled.
the clouds which shaded his vision, and hung overcast, dispelled: not to expose a timid sun, but a moment of crisp, brilliant clarity.
like sliding open the doors to first the first breath of winter.
cold, and abrupt, but sobering.
❛ you know... ❜
pausing to gather his thoughts, organize them coherently upon his tongue, the pencil he had been toying with fell to the desk.
❛ i'm not so sure the jester is defined solely by those he entertains.
-- but... by those he makes happy. ❜
theprinceyuki: (x)
❛well, if kyo knew how to get dressed in under an hour, we wouldn’t be having this problem. ❜
they would clamber the ends of the earth for her, even if only promised her smile in exchange.
they would offer all that they owned, if it meant she would live in luxury.
& they would go to a school formal dinner, if it meant she would find pleasure in adjusting his tie.
his gaze, once transfixed on the silhouette of the cat, struggling and wrestling with suit jackets behind a closed door, moved downward to the pair of hands brightly straightening his jacket.
brightly smiling, and brightly humming.
then, much like the sun warming over winter’s face, the beginnings of a smile drew over his cheeks.
❛ one of these days, miss honda, you really will have to teach me how to do this myself. ❜
a brief gesture towards his tie, so that his hand could rest atop hers.
❛ maybe by then, i could try my hand at tying your bows.
but, until you do —— no laughing. ❜
ah yes, & the sun had risen.
Iᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴏғᴛᴇɴ Tᴏʜʀᴜ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ﹐ sᴜʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴠᴇs ᴏғ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ɢʟᴏss ᴀʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ·ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪɴɢᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ. Yᴇᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ. Hᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴜʀʟ﹐ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴛᴏ Hᴀɴᴀ﹣ᴄʜᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴜʀʟɪɴɢ ɪʀᴏɴ ﹣ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ﹣ ᴛɪᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪʙʙᴏɴ Yᴜᴋɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛ sᴘʀɪɴɢs.
❝Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ·ᴛ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇ﹐ ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪsᴛ ᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ﹣ ᴀs I ᴡᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ﹣ I ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ. Iᴛ·ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ﹗❞
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ﹐ ғᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ﹐ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ. Oɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀᴄʟᴀssᴍᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ﹐ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ﹖ Sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ·ᴛ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ﹐ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ. Mᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇᴅ. Hᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛɪʟᴛᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄʟᴀsᴘᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴛɪᴇ.
❝I ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ. Tʜᴇʀᴇ﹐ ᴀʟʟ sᴇᴛ.❞
Sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ Hᴀɴᴀ﹣ᴄʜᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇss﹐ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ Yᴜᴋɪ ᴀɴᴅ Kʏᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ. Hᴇʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴅɪᴅ sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ﹐ Oᴜ﹐ Hᴀɴᴀ﹐ Yᴜᴋɪ﹐ Kʏᴏ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪsᴛ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴜʀᴇ Kʏᴏ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴀɪɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴀ sᴜɪᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ.
only as of late did his position extend beyond the superficial. it was not to say those within the council were his friends --
more, sources of warmth, and consistency -- like the nourishing promise of a stream's current.
uncontrolled, yet constant.
thus, once the mention of a formal gathering was proposed, plastered about the council room, he knew far before he was implored to attend, that he would be present.
perhaps, for the better.
❛ let's not talk about the none too distant future -- at least, not about a future without your company. ❜
she would leave, as they all would. some, into prison cells, some, into the world. he knew the difference, somewhat, more so, in a sense.
for now, for now.
a glance downward, a complacent smile,
❛ perfect. -- & thank you, once again; i will make this up to you, in one way or another. ❜
then, an irritated huff,
❛ if we're lucky, by now, that stupid cat will have just figured out how to lace his shoes, and we'll leave within the next two weeks. ❜
I shouldn’t
have to Ｊ Ｕ Ｓ Ｔ Ｉ Ｆ Ｙ
what I do
ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ. ｗｅ＇ｒｅ ｈｕｍａｎ．
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( Yuki and Tohru going to an event that requires formal attire. )
❛ well, if kyo knew how to get dressed in under an hour, we wouldn't be having this problem. ❜
they would clamber the ends of the earth for her, even if only promisedher smile in exchange.
they would offer all that they owned, if it meant she would live in luxury.
& they would go to a school formal dinner,if it meant she would find pleasure inadjusting his tie.
his gaze, once transfixed on the silhouetteof the cat, struggling and wrestling withsuit jackets behind a closed door,moved downward to the pair of handsbrightly straightening his jacket.
brightly smiling,and brightly humming.
then, much like the sun warmingover winter's face, the beginnings ofa smile drew over his cheeks.
❛ one of these days, miss honda, you really will have to teach me how to do this myself. ❜
a brief gesture towards his tie,so that his hand could rest atop hers.
❛ maybe by then, i could try my hand at tying your bows.
but, until you do ---- no laughing. ❜
ah yes, & the sun had risen.
I'm new at this and don't have much experience at all... and from what I've seen you're really good! /)~(\ But I'll give it a shot. ▲
send me a▲ and i’ll generate a random starter!
( Yuki has something that Akihiko desperately wants or needs. Yuki won’t give it up easily. )
with the exception of kyo,any level of hostility withinthe walls of his home was —— avoided.
gratuitous violence in a place ofsuch comfort would besmirchall that had been organized for him.
relatives, as they cycled in and through shigure’s bandaged doors, knewhow to respect, honor, and cherishthose presiding within.
❛ what does it say? ❜
like poles, the two stood oppositeeach other in the dining room.rigid, breath caught just belowthe words struggling for poweron the edge of his tongue.
and clutched firmly in his relative’sgrip, a letter, sealed and signed:
sohma house.express delivery to one yuki sohma.
❛ for you to come all this way, only to tell me the letter for me isn’t worth delivering — leads me to believe what’s inside is something to hide.
so, i won’t ask again: what does it say? ❜
