suck my ass, aki

I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-24 to see how my muse reacts to:

Your muse making mine some hot chocolate

Your muse wrapped up as a present

Your muse making an awful snow man

Your muse asking for help putting up up decorations

Your muse singing carols

Your muse hiding mistletoe everywhere

Your muse hitting mine in the face with a snowball

Your muse being drunk after all the mistletoe and wine

Your muse putting out cookies and milk for Santa

Your muse getting a cold

Your muse tearing down all the Christmas  decor

Your muse making snow angels

Your muse eating too many candy canes and getting sick

Your muse in an ugly holiday sweater

Your muse forcing mine to wear an ugly sweater

Your muse wrapping presents

Your muse making yellow snow

Your muse trying to catch snowflakes on their tongue

Your muse trying to share a scarf with mine

Your muse confessing their love

Your muse inviting mine to go ice-skating

Your muse dressing up as santa

Your muse sitting on my muse’s knee

Below the cut are a bunch of one-liners pulled from Marina and the Diamonds’ album·“The Family Jewels.”

“Are you satisfied with an average life?” “Drinking champagne to forget yesterday, ‘cause I remember the way it ended.” “Better to be hated than loved for what you’re not.” “It’s easy to be sleazy when you’ve got a filthy mind.” “Do you think you will be good enough?” “All you ever think about are sick ideas involving me and you.” “Hollywood infected your brain.” “I’m a fucking wild card.” “You’re just a little bit too much like me.” “I feel like I’m the worst, so I always act like I’m the best.” “Well, you don’t know fuck about my family.” “I feel numb most of the time.” “I’ve got nowhere to go.”

But here’s the catch! 

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

HOMRA is an organization that was founded by one of the previous Red Kings. A name given to those of the Red Clan, the name refers to the flame that burns so passionately in the hearts of it’s members. For, while HOMRA can at times be likened to a gang, above all else it is a family. Under the guidance of the previous Red King, Mikoto Suoh, it sought to burn all of those that might make HOMRA it’s enemy; yet under the new King Anna Kushina has found a new meaning for it’s flame.

The fire of the Red Clan is not to burn, not to destroy, but to protect. To protect their family, to protect their bonds. As those with power, they simply must protect. Those that wish to join HOMRA must be well-intentioned and interested in forming bonds with their fellow Clansmen. Because those bonds are a strength in themselves.

INFORMATION

BAR HOMRA

MEMBERS

     “I d-dont know why I’m here. There’s so much noise around that it’s kind of scary. I’m used to…forests, and a small town. Nothing like…” They would wave their arm to gesture around them, before looking at their feet. Their next words would be a quiet mumble.

“WHAT, you’re just a village kid or something? I guess that makes sense... alright, c’mon. I gotta get a feel for the place too, so you’re coming with me.”

HE was waiting for his food quietly, his mind making his mouth shut, lost in trought, he knew he was forgetting something, but couldn’t quite put his finger on what, he still remembered all of his friends, and even the ones whom he had lost, but this wasn’t time to get emotional, he wouldn’t get all sappy on public, but something pulled him abruptly from his troughts, a voice, to be exact, a voice he remembered far too well.

BUT he paid no mind to it, at least, he didn’t want to expect for his friend to just appear right next to him or get his hopes up for nothing, so he simply stood as he was doing previously, tense behind his cape, he kept a serious face, despite how tense he was, and he unexpectedly had just recieved his steaming bowl of food in front of him and he just spoke in a rather quiet tone.

REGARDLESS, he had to order something, or else he was loitering. And Shinji surmised that he would rather have a clean slate here than have some sort of black spot on his records, even if it was just a conscience thing. Besides, that voice sounded vaguely familiar, if a bit more worn than he may have recognized from the past.

          ❝ These shelves are stupidly high. You, help me get what I need so I can leave. ❞ Who puts cereal on the very top shelf anyway?