Dear Young Lion

thunderspeaks:

snipernosniping:

1. RPer’s real name?
2. Why did I choose my character, and how do I choose to play him/her?
3. If my character was born in a different era, what would I change about him/her?
4. RPer x Character; how would our relationship go?
5. Give one headcanon l have about my character(s).
6. Favourite thing about character.
7. What do I imagine when I think of my character?
8. If you changed your character’s clothing options, what would you change and why?
9. If my character were to be given a haircut by me, what would I do?
10. If my character were to die, how would I react?
11. What is character’s biggest secret?
12. Who does the RPer ship your character with?
13. Worst moment for character.
14. Best moment for character.
15. What RPer secretly wants character to do.
16. How character reacts to magic anons.
17. What RPer likes about character.
18. What character prefers the most on Tumblr.
19. Most likely scenario for character on Tumblr.
20. What does RPer dislike about character?

(Yes, yes! Ask Suzaku-mod questions in Suzaku’s absence. Or come up with some of your own.)

(Source: fashionablyneurotic)

exgoblinking:

bishieshishi:

Shishi gave the boy a friendly smile. It wasn’t difficult considering he was happy he had something to do now. “I suppose I did threaten you before didn’t I? I forget why….But you probably deserved it.” He gave a little laugh, so Ama would hopefully see that he was kidding, and stood.

He looked over the boy’s injuries once again, he looked like such a poor little thing all banged up like that. Shishi shook his head. “I won’t tell anyone Ama, You’re welcome to hang out here once. I could use some company, even if it’s as awful as yours.” Again he threw a wink to him to show he was saying it all in good humor. 

“Now you may not know this, but as a fighter I have a lot of magic potions and little tricks to make you look good as new. What do you say? I could have you healed up in minutes!” He put his hands to his hips as if he was quite proud of this information. “If you don’t whine about the pain, I’ll even give you some of that ice cream in the freezer when I’m all done.” He knew that would be the hook line and sinker for the boy and a warm smile spread out across his face.

Amanuma perked up at the mention of sweets. Even though it was probably grocery store brand and not homemade, ice cream was still ice cream. Free was even better. “I’m okay with pain. I’ve gotten burns and stuff before.” He pointed triumphantly to a faded scar about his left elbow. “Yeah, I’ve gotten into some pretty tough situations. No big.”

“But!” Amanuma exclaimed, making sure he wasn’t swayed by temptations before the negotiations were complete. “First thing is I need to make sure you’re going to keep your promise. I can’t just take your word for it, I need to be sure.”

Up on tiptoes to accommodate for Shishi’s absurd height, Amanuma raised an outstretched pinky finger. “I am going to teach you the most sacred of all human bonds. It is called the pinky promise. It is a promise so holy that if surpasses even the spit handshake. If you break it, it will bring a lifetime of shame onto you. So. Do you promise? Promise not to tell on me?” There was no hint of laughter in Amanuma’s eyes as he explained this grave subject.

Amanuma boasted about past injuries, how he was no stranger to pain. This amused Shishi in the slightest, knowing that a small human child was bragging to a demon about the “tough situations” he’s been in. He also felt a bit sad for him, knowing that someone as young as him had gone through situations that left him scarred. This was Human world, weren’t they supposed to have it easier?

Shishi was only a little put out by the fact Amanuma couldn’t take his word at face value. He was a demon of loyalty and honor and would never go back on a promise. He listened intently as Ama began to speak of a human ritual. He had not heard of a pink promise before, or a spit handshake, but he would admit the former sounded much more hygienic. Ama extended his tiny pink and made his command. Promise not to tell on me.

The Imp stuck out his own pinky in the direction of Ama’s but left it dangling in mid-air. Was that all he was supposed to do? “Amanuma, I promise that no one will know you were here today.” he said in his most regal tone, tossing back his head a bit to make it seem even more dramatic.

thunderspeaks:

(Tell me, tell me!)

((Lets do this.))

(Source: london-umbrage-is-falling-down)