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It had become a habit for Soma to study in Harpwood’s library whenever a test was coming up. He always worked best in a quiet environment, after all; contrasting to his own domicile. Not to mention the endless amount of books that could provide as supplementary materials.
That particular day was no exception. The blond rested his black postman bag, before then paced to a certain shelf that contain the necessary books for tomorrow's test. It was no longer a secret that the Biochemistry professor always had the most difficult problems saved for his class. Soma doesn't plan to fail it.
Soon, his cerulean hues eyed each of the books resting on the shelf. The professor had explicitly said to find the Textbook of Biochemistry with Clinical Correlations book, as 50% of the test will cover the entire book. Fortunately his classmates were dumb enough to not look for it in the library.
‘Okay, two left--’ his thoughts were interrupted by a glimpse of white slipping between the pages of the book. His unoccupied hand reached for the paper, then read its contents. His eyes widened at the word ‘Biochem Test’ scribbled on the top, and a small ‘Akari’ just right below it.
...Did he just find the professor’s cheatsheet for tomorrow’s test?
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ah hello everyone!! I’m sorry for the lack of activity lately! College finally started again and i’m stressed af with the exhausting schedule. I’ll process the starters I owe first before working on the replies so please be patient <3 Anyway i’m always open for plotting!
#rtrp ooc#[i hope GE's last episode this week can help me w/ Soma's muse unu;;#im sad and disappointed at the same time tbh]
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Soma was never one to initiate a conversation with a random stranger in a coffee shop, and he never planned to change that record either. But he was desperate--well, saying he was desperate would be an understatement. His professor was just about to send the syllabus for that semester to be printed out, and yet he had forgotten to charge his laptop during his session in the library before.·
The blond stomped towards a certain guy that was sitting on the corner of the room, his white laptop still turned on rested on his hands. Soma didn’t wait for the other male to notice his sudden presence to announce himself.·“Is that socket used or what? I need to use it for class.”
#princeperowna#yogi01#[hello friendo~#thank you for liking!#feel free to ask another if this one doesn't work!]
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“Then step aside.” he growled. Her attitude earlier screamed·‘spoiled brat’ all over the place, something that Soma hasn’t seen for a while since he left the high-society world. It’s quite amusing and irritating at the same time, having to deal with this kind of people even in his freedom.·
Well, the difference is he wouldn’t need to hold back rude remarks anymore. It was no longer his problem to please people for the sake of his father.
Snapping her fan open at her words, Okuni remained still where she stood, not bothering to move out of the way as rudely requested of her. Eyeing the white haired male who seemed slightly older than herself, Okuni lifted her fan to her face and easily snapped it open.
“My, how rude.” Her tone held a slight mocking tone to as she completely ignored his words, uncaring of whatever rush he was in. Knowing her words would only serve to further annoy him, Okuni gave a smirk. Angering people was always entertaining to her after all.
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since i need to pick up more activity for Soma, please like this post for a starter? capping at 3!
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rirukc:
It wasn’t as though she was particularly annoyed, though perhaps it was the exhaustion that played along her expression that made her look rather angry, an irritated look thrown towards a stranger much taller than she was, Riruka could only pause; staring ( Glaring ) none too conspicuously, never shying away from the male’s own intimidating look, though as she continued to take in his face, as pleasant those features were– it started to genuinely pissed her off. Was he looking for a fight?
“Oi–” She started, body stiffening as if she was ready to throw a punch if needed. ( & She will make no mistake! ) “What do you want?” There was a quality of demand in her voice.
What she didn’t know was that, it was only a mere accident why they had ended up staring rather intently at each other, like tugs finding each other in the middle of the street before a knife fight, still; Riruka’s fight instincts tells her to continue frowning until he goes away…even if He did get there first.
His patience with the girl was on the border of running out. Their glare-off had probably went underway for a minute now. Should he just snatch the book and run off? With his height and all, he definitely had the advantage. But then he still needed to register the book on his way out. Dammit. Can everyone just leave me alone for once?
“Hands off the book.” was the only thing he could mutter. Losing his composure there would only cause a ruckus. Judging from her look, she’s exactly the type of girl that he should avoid like the plague--that if he wants to keep his sanity amidst the finals week.
#rirukc#riruka01#[ssssh its alright!#i have hell week ahead either#sorry if this took super long ahhhhh#exams hurt my brain]
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“...Move. You’re in the way.”
Soma would’ve spent more time with being courteous if he wasn’t in a bad mood that day. Well, his bad mood comes daily to be precise, but that day it was especially horrendous. With the lack of sleep plus paper deadlines piling up on his desk, the dark-skinned male couldn’t help but put up with his condition. He couldn’t bear to fail that semester, not when he’s so close to getting an internship in the Brieve Hospital.
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hikokarasu:
{☼} Hinata at least took solace in the fact that it had been completely an accident. Otherwise? There was absolutely nothing comforting about this situation.
Well, it had been an accident. He had a tendency to be clumsy when it came to things that weren’t volleyballs, and that included the carton of eggs that he had somehow managed to accidentally smash on an unsuspecting stranger’s head. All because he tripped over himself.
“I-I’m very sorry!!” He bowed down, eyes on the other at all time just in case the stranger decided to kill him, so at least he had a chance to run away. “Please don’t kill me!”
It took Soma all of his energy to retain the self-control that was on the edge of shattering apart. If it wasn’t for the books in his hands, he would’ve seized the other’s neck and snap it off. For a moment there he continued to stand in silence, eyes boring upon the smaller male.
But in the end, he couldn’t muster enough energy to react accordingly and sighed instead. “It’s fine.” his tone of voice betrayed the words spoken. “Just... Get me a handkerchief, will you?”
#hikokarasu#hinata01#[iM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG#tumblr is messing up a lot ugh#and unstable internet sobs]
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lordfuntomhive:
“ Hm..? Ah, Soma Schicksal. It is I who should be saying that, I did not recognize you at all with your–… getup. Quite frankly, you look like a commoner. ” the much younger earl spoke fluidly in return, addressing the taller male as if he was an adult himself. “ I’m out right now on my way to visit the Funtom store. Just a simple monthly inspection. What brings you out here? “
Three years. For the past three years, ever since the fire that burned down Ciel’s home–and life–to ashes, the boy focused everything he’s got to revenge. With most of his time devoted to carefully cultivating an indestructible business conglomerate, the young Phantomhive head was sadly out-of-touch with recent news and events circulating around the higher circle. The case and hushed media frenzy surrounding the blond heir standing impassively across him was one of them.
“ I remember you; you were the young teen from the Fenrir group my predecessor introduced me to during one of the several social functions I’ve to attend as a child. ” he continued. “ You’ve grown quite well. How time has changed. ” Giving the other another once-over, the boy couldn’t help but inquire. “ May I ask as to why you’re currently wearing plain clothing? I would assume you’re undercover to effectively observe how the local staff runs your family business, but I do not know better. ” that was what Ciel would normally do to inspect the quality of his Funtom stores, by dressing like a middle-class boy. “ Kindly enlighten me? I am utterly curious. Not to mention terribly out of the loop amongst news circulating around the higher-end. ”
Grown quite well? Soma scratched the back of his head, unsure whether he was supposed to be amused or peeved by the Phantomhive heir’s words. Isn’t that supposed to be my question? And how old is he again?
Then the dreaded inquiry came; had he not heard from anywhere? His refusal as the Schicksal heir may not made it to the headline of any newsletter, but it had spread among the high-end society like a plague, even leaking upon the general community. He had already lost count of the whispers he heard behind his back while strolling around the city with plain clothes--again, another privilege his previous status couldn’t offer.
A sigh escaped his lips, brows furrowed as his mouth turned grim. “Just call me by my name.” Instead, he opted for the indirect way. “It doesn’t matter anyway.” Hopefully, the Phantomhive heir’s mind was as sharp as his manner of speech.
#ciel01#lordfuntomhive#[hey hey sorry this is late!#i had to fumble around with the new reblog thingy ugh u_u]
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can anyone help me with the new reblog thingy? I can’t find the editable reblogs extension on the new XKit :( please help, it’s hindering me from replying ;;;;;
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How is it that the universe kept finding a way to annoy him?
Loud classmates was no longer considered a hindrance by Soma as he had learned to live with that fact. But his own home? His safe haven from all the noise and blinding lights Brieve had to offer?
Unacceptable.
But then, what could he do? The construction wouldn’t have taken place if it wasn’t for his naggy neighbor demanding a massive renovation in return for the fist-sized hole he inflicted on their separating wall. It wasn’t that he had monetary problems to pay for the damage, but wasn’t his neighbor exaggerating?
Skimming through the bookshelves of Brieve’s Central Library, the dark-skinned male finds himself much more collected than his initial state upon witnessing the ruckus next door. ‘Might as well do some reading, anyway.’ he said to himself, reaching upon a particular book that piqued his interest.
Unfortunately, his hand caught a slightly smaller one already latching itself onto the book. Electric-blue hues trailed the stretched arms to find a pink-haired girl, much shorter than he was, watching him with the same irritated look upon her features. There was a brief moment of silence exchanged between them, with Soma deciding to continue their glaring contest until the girl gives up.
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lordfuntomhive requested for a starter
Born into his family, Soma has grown accustomed to being forced to socialize in high-end parties. The people he grew up with always comes with a varied background; from pharmaceutical companies, to candy-processing ones. It wasn’ that he find them interesting anyways--being his father’s son means meeting the same people over and over again.
And now that he had broke free from his father’s grip, who knew he might come across one of his family’s ‘friends’ in Brieve?
“...Phantomhive,” he spoke, his monotonous tone concealing his own surprise. Glacial-blue eyes assessed the much younger male before him. How long has it been since they last saw each other?
“Fancy seeing you here.”
#lordfuntomhive#ciel01#[hello friend!!#i hope this is alright!#i figure they might have met each other once or twice in parties before~]
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hikokarasu requested for a starter
Splat.
A hand reached upon the slimy liquid that soaked his platinum locks from above, only to feel a slightly bouncy texture on the center of the liquid. Fishy stench began to infiltrate his nostrils; it wasn’t enough to make him puke or anything, but it still smells bad nonetheless.
Then it dawned upon him. ‘....eggs?’
Now Soma was sure his murderous expression was really going to take form that day.
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Another starter call! No caps for now and length may vary!
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Loaded (baked potato) question! [hey there ^^/ long time no see~]
“Did you forget about me?”
The words slipped through his lips so nonchalantly, yet the dull pain in his chest proved otherwise. He knew it was not intentional, nor it was completely her fault for being so occupied with the recent orders that flooded her shop causing her to forget to visit him in his not-so-healthy condition.
Before Sophie had a chance to reply, Soma produced a deep sigh. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it.”
Maybe he was really meant to be alone after all.
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put ‘loaded question’ in my inbox:
and i’ll generate a number 1-45 for a question my muse will ask yours. angst, fluff, smut, humor, etc.
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crimsonian requested for a starter
It was funny how the Brieve Police Department HQ began to feel like a second home for Soma.
He was never one to come looking for a fight, yet there are always thugs who would come at him asking for one. Depending on whether he was in a good mood or the opposite, Soma usually would ignore it as long as it didn’t go beyond the verbal line.
But there are also times when his mood is as bad as his own temper. For instance; earlier today. When those moments come, usually those good-for-nothing delinquents can come out of the ER with a broken bone or two and still considers themselves lucky. Soma himself gets into police custody and thrown into jail until his father’s men bailed him out.
Yet surprisingly, that day was an exception. Instead of being locked in a cage full of other law-breaker, he was placed in an interrogation room. Sure, it wasn’t exactly a lounge with buffet, but he’d pick that any day.
Cerulean hues watched the officer before him in a nonchalant manner. His digits drummed onto the metallic table underneath, creating a thrumming sound. “Can I go home now? Homework’s piling up.” he finally spoke up.
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