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Misunderstood Independence
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"Can you blame me? In the end, I wasn't like you and the others. Leaving was inevitable." ------------------------------------------------------ Independent RP blog for Fushimi Saruhiko, [K] Project. Literate, novella roleplay. Always open for ask box survey, etc.~ Tracking tag: asksarusenpai
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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/I'm considering on changing this account to someone else since it's very quiet here..
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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// Just a test! Reblog it if my muse can jump in your askbox without annoying the mun!
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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Munday Symbols
❤ - Any tumblr senpais ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself ☄ - My opinion of you
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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It was probably a nice ten seconds of nap he had earlier until gentle pats woke him up. His eyes rolled over lazily, just enough to see who was the culprit who woke him up from his rest. Fushimi stared at him in silence for several seconds, studying his expressions and possibilities as to why he was here and actually trying to talk to him. Not everyone in class even wants to greet him due to his cold and somewhat lazy appearance.
"As you can see, I was trying to sleep," he answered, sounding uninterested with the friendly gesture given by the boy. Silently, however, he returned to studying the boy before him who was still right there, seeming unmoved by his rejecting remark.
Ashinaka High School. Even in day time, the school looked as dead and quiet as ever other than students of the Students Committee who seemed to be walking here and there; busy with the preparations of the upcoming Summer Festival that the school was going to hold. Drawing...
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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/Online.
Now that the festival is over and I'm having a 3 months break, I'll try to return to this fandom again and RP on Tumblr. I've seriously missed out people and stuffs, orz
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  And also, thank you for those who have followed me. Let's RP! >> Despite the Mun hasn't been making any proper welcome greetings. Message me for starters, et cetera, xD
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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/Sumimasen
I've been really busy lately, plus Firefox suddenly doesn't want to respond to Tumblr, orz I'll try to be back soon, @@
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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/Online for a bit.~
I'll be back to tend the replies after the festival in my campus is over~!
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Fated Meeting
A new day always seem to come at its weirdest moment for a certain young man who had just decided to abandon his school. Not just his school, everyone, including his once close friend and the gang who had taken him. The young male had just woken up that day, his dark hair which was once down and tidily combed, today, they were cut a bit shorter and messed, much to his taste and satisfaction. He hadn’t fully described why he had decided to betray HOMRA, the decision which Misaki had gotten so enraged for; and definitely, he couldn’t turn back after ruining the prideful symbol of their clan on his chest.
Tch.
He cursed quietly when he found that he was out of anything for breakfast but a loaf and a carton of milk. He lazily picked it up and impatiently finished it before gulping down the whole carton of milk and thrashed it away. Fushimi put on his glasses and wore his ex-school’s uniform. The tie was loosen up and his overall appearance had given off the lazy attitude. After leaving HOMRA, he had nowhere to go to. Not like he had anyone to care about him anyway. Once at a time, he did wonder if he had made a right decision.
But random violence was just not his thing.
He would rather work in an organized place to find new challenges. Though working in a hierarchy might kill him sooner or later. He trudged along the path in silence, making his way to a another clan’s place just to have a look for today and reconsider his thoughts on joining them. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he took a seat on a bench across the road, silently observing their activities despite the bored, dull look in his eyes.
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Fated Meeting
A new day always seem to come at its weirdest moment for a certain young man who had just decided to abandon his school. Not just his school, everyone, including his once close friend and the gang who had taken him. The young male had just woken up that day, his dark hair which was once down and tidily combed, today, they were cut a bit shorter and messed, much to his taste and satisfaction. He hadn’t fully described why he had decided to betray HOMRA, the decision which Misaki had gotten so enraged for; and definitely, he couldn’t turn back after ruining the prideful symbol of their clan on his chest.
Tch.
He cursed quietly when he found that he was out of anything for breakfast but a loaf and a carton of milk. He lazily picked it up and impatiently finished it before gulping down the whole carton of milk and thrashed it away. Fushimi put on his glasses and wore his ex-school’s uniform. The tie was loosen up and his overall appearance had given off the lazy attitude. After leaving HOMRA, he had nowhere to go to. Not like he had anyone to care about him anyway. Once at a time, he did wonder if he had made a right decision.
But random violence was just not his thing.
He would rather work in an organized place to find new challenges. Though working in a hierarchy might kill him sooner or later. He trudged along the path in silence, making his way to a another clan’s place just to have a look for today and reconsider his thoughts on joining them. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he took a seat on a bench across the road, silently observing their activities despite the bored, dull look in his eyes.
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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“Forgive me Sasuke. This is the last time.” 
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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Confirmed 3 new K novels
-The past of Fushimi and Yata, penned by Yellow. The truth behind Fushimi’s betrayal will be revealed.
-The pasts of Suoh, Totsuka and Kusanagi in the beginning stages of HOMRA’s formation, penned by Pink. According to her, this will feature their first meetings with each other.
-A novel centered on Munakata, featuring SCEPTER4 dealing with various incidents, penned by Red. 
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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Fated Meeting - II
A new day always seem to come at its weirdest moment for a certain young man who had just decided to abandon his school. Not just his school, everyone, including his once close friend and the gang who had taken him. The young male had just woken up that day, his dark hair which was once down and tidily combed, today, they were cut a bit shorter and messed, much to his taste and satisfaction. He hadn’t fully described why he had decided to betray HOMRA, the decision which Misaki had gotten so enraged for; and definitely, he couldn’t turn back after ruining the prideful symbol of their clan on his chest.
Tch.
He cursed quietly when he found that he was out of anything for breakfast but a loaf and a carton of milk. He lazily picked it up and impatiently finished it before gulping down the whole carton of milk and thrashed it away. Fushimi put on his glasses and wore his ex-school’s uniform. The tie was loosen up and his overall appearance had given off the lazy attitude. After leaving HOMRA, he had nowhere to go to. Not like he had anyone to care about him anyway. Once at a time, he did wonder if he had made a right decision.
But random violence was just not his thing.
He would rather work in an organized place to find new challenges. Though working in a hierarchy might kill him sooner or later. He trudged along the path in silence, making his way to a another clan’s place just to have a look for today and reconsider his thoughts on joining them. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he took a seat on a bench across the road, silently observing their activities despite the bored, dull look in his eyes.
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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The Beginning
Ashinaka High School. Even in day time, the school looked as dead and quiet as ever other than students of the Students Committee who seemed to be walking here and there; busy with the preparations of the upcoming Summer Festival that the school was going to hold. Drawing circles lazily on his desk with his finger was a certain student with his dark hair combed down and tidy. His thin lips formed a bored pout and disapproval on the life which has been going really flat for him.
His chin was rested on his other hand boredly. It was still 2 hours left before the classes were over and already, he was prepared to sling his bag and took a run from school. His full-framed glasses were then shifted as he moved his hand to rest his cheek on it, instead of his chin. SLowly, he was definitely falling asleep.
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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(reblog this if you are a RP-er that doesn't mind people coming in your inbox to RP~)
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Fated Meeting
A new day always seem to come at its weirdest moment for a certain young man who had just decided to abandon his school. Not just his school, everyone, including his once close friend and the gang who had taken him. The young male had just woken up that day, his dark hair which was once down and tidily combed, today, they were cut a bit shorter and messed, much to his taste and satisfaction. He hadn't fully described why he had decided to betray HOMRA, the decision which Misaki had gotten so enraged for; and definitely, he couldn't turn back after ruining the prideful symbol of their clan on his chest.
Tch.
He cursed quietly when he found that he was out of anything for breakfast but a loaf and a carton of milk. He lazily picked it up and impatiently finished it before gulping down the whole carton of milk and thrashed it away. Fushimi put on his glasses and wore his ex-school's uniform. The tie was loosen up and his overall appearance had given off the lazy attitude. After leaving HOMRA, he had nowhere to go to. Not like he had anyone to care about him anyway. Once at a time, he did wonder if he had made a right decision.
But random violence was just not his thing.
He would rather work in an organized place to find new challenges. Though working in a hierarchy might kill him sooner or later. He trudged along the path in silence, making his way to a another clan's place just to have a look for today and reconsider his thoughts on joining them. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he took a seat on a bench across the road, silently observing their activities despite the bored, dull look in his eyes.
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asksarusenpai ¡ 12 years ago
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Art by 参樹 [Cute~]
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