#royalty!

Send “____![character]” and I’ll answer:ROYALTY

New backstory:

Born as a prince to a small county, he was heir to the place of king and nobody expected anything less from the young child, considering he was the only child. Gradually becoming more and more aggravated over his lack of freedom he ran away from his kingdom at age fifteen. Years and years of relentless brainwork had served him well, and he managed to get to another area where he was unknown, but not before dyeing his hair into black and finding old clothes, creating an entirely new look. 

New setting:

Kingdom he was heir to, then the place he escaped to.

New likes:

Pretty much the same, honestly. But he probably likes his garden back at the palace, and misses it. 

New dislikes:

Royal clothing. Definitely. 

New friends:

Hiromi, the young girl he bumped into as he arrived at the new state, and who offered him a job and more or less promised him a new residence as long as he worked for her father.

New enemies: 

His parents, but what he doesn't know (in both canonverse and this verse) is that they're really just people who didn't break through their mould to do what they wanted. And the people from his county that are looking for their lost prince.

New look:

Royal clothes; then black hair and clothes Hiromi lent him, probably. But he kept his pyjamas from his prince days they're comfy. 

Other:

He's scared of people finding him, and knows that telling anyone about his identity would probably result in some sort of downfall so he's extremely secretive, and goes by the name Ryou instead of Jules. 

Mun’s thoughts:

I didn't really do research for this, so I'm sorry if anything seems inaccurate! But otherwise, this verse is actually available to rp with (which is why Satan asked for it, I bet), and you can read royalty threads (mostly Hiromi and Jules' buildup, tbh) here!

KUROKO NO BASUKE: RAKUZAN (haha I'm sorry in advance)

New backstory:

Any comment about him always chased back to the Emperor, the boy the same age as he, the same face as he, only far more superior than he. Only difference was--he ended up in the same high school as him. Rakuzan, Emperor of Creation.

Leave me one of the following words and I will write a drabble OR A STARTER about it.

A figure shrouded in black fabric moved through the crowds, the bottom of the cape billowing in the autumn wind. He walked swiftly, avoiding any contact, as if he had an appointment he couldn’t possibly miss.

When in fact, he had absolutely no destination. 

Hands held the the part where the whole cape was held together by a button; a part near his heart. The hood hid the boy’s face, where a pair of brilliant gold eyes shone through, and damp black tendrils of hair fell forward onto his forehead, leaving faint imprints. 

The boy hurried downtown, hoping for a familiar face. There were none.