#ruinneux

[kyukicho]

leans up on his tippy toes just to give Alicein a kiss ♡ .

            “Well, if this isn’t a nice surprise?” Arms lazily drape around small body while he returns the smooch.

[great0ld0nes-a]

Chuu for the icon meme >:D

[diverse-hearts-a]

@ruinneux​ asked for a Shirase Starter

A winding road where strangers meet To feel the love of a warm drink My body moves, it's speaking loud Don't have to say what I'm thinking now

[multiipl]

@ruinneux​ said:

“I don’t wanna be left alone.” / Kou !

*; this » Icebreakers

Nobody does. Nobody wants to be left alone. While the Port Mafia wasn’t exactly lacking personell, it’s not like they had a lot of interpersonal relationships given their high ranking positions. They had subordinates and enemies, they had the boss, they had each other, but out of the aforementioned parties, only the last one really mattered on a more personal point of view.

Kouyou knew what it meant to feel alone. She knew what it’s like to be left behind, knew exactly what it was that Chuuya was feeling. Loneliness is rarely anticipated by anyone. Tolerated like a cold breeze on a winter morning, yes, but who wouldn’t rather sit in the warm comfort of company instead?

─── ❝ Don’t worry, Chuuya. ❞ A hand gently placed on his back, softly stroking in circles like the caring older sister she has always been. ─── ❝ As long as I can help it, you will never be alone. ❞

[errantinfinity]

@ruinneux​ asked ; “ you haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ” / Jouno !

quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters

He’s angry, this one. Jouno can hear it, the way the rage floods through him, sinks into his very bones. A smile lifts the corners of his mouth, pleasant and, if one didn’t know better, seemingly warm. He knows no fear. Nakahara of the Port Mafia poses no threat to him. He doesn’t pose a threat to any of them.

─── ❝ Doesn’t you having a bad side suggest that you have a good one? As far as I can tell, the only side you have is uncouth. ❞

[arrowsfly-archive]

chuu vc oi, specs, that your purse you just dropped?

‘ yeah it is and i’m about to beat you to death with it. ‘ 

[lunartxger]

@ruinneux​ asked: the contrast between the two items he got this year is vivid——one courteous, the other holding the sentimental value only the tiger could understand. inside a black matte box engraved with the (foreign) brand name rests a silk tie of burgundy color, costly yet soon– he hopes–to be added to the boy’s daily attire.❝ happy birthday,Nakajima. I plan to treat you to a couple bowls of chazuke later… if you’re free, of course. could be anythin’ at all, but I’d rather you fully enjoyed it, hm? ❞

     with a small sparkle in his dual-toned eyes; not having expected mentor to get him anything this year ( always simply being grateful for the new life he’d been given ), atsushi smiled. curious about the nature of the present the man had gotten him — it was no doubt expensive judging from the packaging itself. that much he didn’t mind: atsushi had been trying not to have a visceral reaction to anything of a higher cost than what he was used to. besides making himself look ridiculous every time he’d sputter out rejections, he was no longer in a state of constant poverty to feel shame. 

     with a careful grasp; atsushi opened the present neatly & his eyes nearly widened out of his sockets comically. once again careful, the boy set the box down — fingers moving up around his collar to undo the usual tie he’d kept wearing since the first day he’d arrived. setting it inside the box, while tying the new one in place with a happy grin. maybe it contrasted heavily with the monochromatic scheme he’d had but he thought it was a nice addition. 

     ❝ thank you, chuuya-san~ ❞ he said finding enjoyment in something so simple, yet appreciated since it was a gift he could use often ( the idea of how to clean it would naturally come later ). ❝ i’m always free when it comes to chazuke, chuuya-san~ it’s the one thing i really love to eat~ ❞

happy birthday, atsushi | accepting

[misercndvs]

   “ ah, good morning ! “  her voice rings out, jogging slightly to catch up with chuuya. there’s a basket on her arm, covered in cloth. she sticks her hand inside, pulling out a warm, fresh pastry.  “ have you eaten yet ?  here, i have plenty. “

@ruinneux​ / starter call.

[derbuchdieb]

@ruinneux​ / ♥︎

❝ You look a little run down, mate.. ❞  Markus couldn’t blame Chuuya either, with the stress of everything going on around them involving Dostoevsky’s escape ( thanks to Ace’s incompetence ), it was no wonder the whole of Port Mafia were feeling on edge and exhausted. Markus included, with his hand still bandaged and healing from losing his finger. 

❝ Do you want to grab a bite to eat? ❞  Regardless of the circumstances, they still had to take care of themselves. 

[kyukicho]

😍 / Mikuni can have a Little bit of ego stroking bc they haven't seen each other in a while

Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive

            “oh? which is my most attractive feature? Do tell, I’m dying to hear you say it.”

[reflectionbound]

→ Valentines Day! ← @ruinneux​ said: how fitting, for the eve of Greed himself to give to the legendary sin that keeps taking. it's now that he presents Lawless with a box of chocolates — no grand celebration to make out of it, apart from the smile accompanying his gift. a little indeed goes a long way. "chocolate, anyone? heard you love ‘em."

      For every Servamp there’s a virtue to match. Those virtues are the missing pieces of themselves; the parts sin encases then erases. For Greed, there is Charity. Greed’s Eve must be willing to give, for Greed will selfishly take and take until there is nothing left to give. However, he’s learned what it means to give and share. Over the centuries, he’s grown to recognize how much he’s stolen from the world. A list of lives that calls for two hands to count; those lives meant something to someone --- several someones.

       However, here he is. Sitting in an office chair, his feet propped on Chuuya’s desk to annoy his Eve. The newspaper in hand, he looks over to see how the press is depicting his Eve. Certain headlines earn a chuckle, and others earn a scoff. At the sound of the door opening, Lawless sets the paper down on his chest. Blinking twice, he turns to see Chuuya before flashing him a grin. The grin falls to a curious ‘O’ when Lawless notes the box in hand.

        “ Ehhh??? Chuu-chan, you didn’t have’ta --- ” He begins, taking the box in hand. The look to his eyes is quite genuine, and he lowers his feet to the ground. Canting his head, he looks to the box curiously before the wide grin returns.

     Once again, he looks to Chuuya. “ Since you went out of your way for this, I’ll share ‘em with ya. ”

[bsdcompositivity]

Anonim said:

@ruinneux's Chuuya owns my heart. ♡ Kae's writing flows so effortlessly and is always a pleasure to read and all the headcanons really show she's really invested in squeezing the best out of her portrayal and let me tell you I'm drinking that all up! I'm so happy to have someone like Kae to write with and explore character relationships and build worlds together!

[multiipl]

@ruinneux​ said:

❝   Seduction  is  like  a  game  of  chess  and  I'm  the  queen.  ❞ / Kouyou fkkgskfg

*; this » Mansion Party lyric sentence starters

─── ❝ The Queen, you say? ❞ An amused chuckle leaves her lips as her imagination of Chuuya in drag runs wild. ─── ❝ Is it because you swing both ways just like the Queen can go wherever she wants? Or because of your petite stature? ❞  Her kimono sleeve rises as she covers her lips to not expose her laughter to the world. ─── ❝ Oh pardon me, I didn’t mean to be rude, your majesty. ❞

[diverse-hearts-a]

“We on for movie night?” / Shirase ; prior to Chuuya's defection ;)

|| Heathers: The Musical Sentence Meme ||

Ah shit! Was he the one who was supposed to be picking out something for them all to watch that week? Why did they even let him choose when it seemed pretty clear that no one tended to like the choices that he came up with. Maybe that was also the reason as to why he’d forgotten until now.

Wait - if he said we - did that mean just them or everyone else? Since when did he start to pause and worry about such a stupid thing like word choice. The silence was lingering on for too long. By now, Chuuya must think that he’s insane or ignoring him. He scratched at the back of his neck a little to try and let it show that he was thinking about the answer to give. Such a simple question and it had Shirase tripping all over himself. Try not to act suspicious was the advice given to him and yet here he was, second-guessing even the most innocent of statements - no questions. “Well, I think a few of us can easily sneak into the back of that new place to open recently. Shouldn’t be that hard, and they have a few good movies on show since it’s their opening week and all that shit”. Finally, he was relaxing again. He wouldn’t have been so nervous if he didn’t have those worries going through his mind from the other council members but - how could they suspect Chuuya of doing anything like betraying them? He wanted to destroy Port Mafia, so surely there was a mistake in the reports to have been given. Right? All four reports, though? He wanted to doubt those four people rather than the red head that stood currently by his side.

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[valentiques]

@ruinneux​​​ asked:

“ no guts, no glory. ”

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ♡ | accepting.

Hidden by her deceivingly short stature held an immense capacity for strength and potential. Pink locks bounce off of her back as she yanks her axe out of a corpse in a gruesomely fluid motion. Crimson drips off the weapon, to which she eyes Freikugel with only a mild expression of distaste. She’s been long accustomed to the dips and odors of metallic in a swarm of tasked assassins coming for her head – birthright of crest holders most scorned. It was all so tiresome. Hilda shakes the weapon of remaining blood residue as best as she could before the strange voice graces her ears. Unable to tell if the comment was in jest or in true commendation, she quirks a brow, slugging the base of the axe over her shoulder.

“Gutting people is the last thing on my to-do list! But it seems that all I’m met with recently is an increase in bloodlust.” Unconcerned about her safety with his sporadic appearance, she simply sighs, stance slouching slightly. Was he here to attack her too? Not many of those who tried to pounce on her ever really spared the time to engage in small talk. “I’m so tired! Totally unequipped to be doing something so daunting. Really, I should have a bodyguard.”