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A chance. by Talented-Fushimi, literature

Because I love you (part two) by Talented-Fushimi, literature

Because I love you... by Talented-Fushimi, literature

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1: -- by bring-justice, journal

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ooc: welp by bring-justice, journal

Devious Journal Entry by bring-justice, journal

( regarding recent events...please read. ) by undersea-guardian, journal

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ooc by bring-justice, journal

  • Nov 29
  • Japan
  • Deviant for 11 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
Race-Human.
Status-taken bybring-justice
Age-19
Status-Alive
Date of birth-Nov.7
Sign-Scorpio.♏
Blood type AB
Aura blue&red
Scepter 4 third in command.
Former Homra member.

"Can you blame me? In the end, I wasn't like you and the others. Leaving was inevitable.”

Fushimi is a sociopath by nature, he can be far more twisted then he'll lead on, only really showing this trait when he engages in battle with Yata Misaki, his former teammate from the red clan, having betrayed Homra and joining Scepter4
He can be cruel, bloodthirsty and occasionally sadistic, which can be shown clearly in battle. Fushimi usually grins in battle and may occasionally laugh, he also shows signs of arrogance and superiority towards his opponents. When around his former teammates from the red clan, he fights them without restraint.
He is quite intelligent, being able to solve complex mathematical problems moments after knowing of the equation.

(Smut and gore in notes, obviously~
And no, I own none of these gifs/pictures, but if you want me to take it down and it is your artwork, then just note me and I'll gladly do so, thank you.)
(Mostly because everyone else kinda disappeared and summer work is a pain. But on a brighter note, I have Internet at my place now-)
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Tch.

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Running a hand through his hair, the bluet walked through the halls of the Scepter4 building, his blue eyes focused straight ahead and his free hand resting against the hilt of his blade. Everything had been far too calm for his liking these past few weeks. After the events of a few months ago coming and going too calmly- Saruhiko Fushimi loathed it because it led him to think and thinking was bad because it led to memories and feelings. He was a weapon, a piece in a game. Nothing more. He walked down the somewhat busy halls of Scepter4 looking for a temporary distraction. He could train, but fighting phantoms only went so long. Clicking hi
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(It's super effective! I'm back.~ And yes, Milo we can have matching icons, when I get on the computer I'll look for some, my phone seems to hate being on google...or just searching up things in general. :T But yes, I'll look for some pictures.)
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(Happy birthday Fushimiiiii~ :glomp: :hug: :glomp:
I brings cake for youuu :iconcakeplz: ^o^ )
(I wonder if all K accounts have some plan on returning We all died, should we panic?)
(Because everyone else's muse died, when the next season of K comes out we should be fine-)
Without a spot on him, Kuchinatsu headed down the street to a cafe for a little relaxing. No one would even suspect him to be a hitman since his appearance wasn't conforming to the norm, nor did he ever have any blood on him. With a happy smile on his face, he paced down the road. Although with his scythe—that was practically a good foot taller than him—he didn't really blend in; still it was better than being covered head-to-toe in liquid crimson. Once at the cafe, he looked around for a seat, but most seemed to be taken. A small frown graced his features, till he spotted an open seat by the other. "Um...excuse me, but can I sit here?"
[[ Yata is so dusty, lol.
I need to revamp his account at some point. XD ]]
(Psh, that's okay. XD
Take your time.~)
(( Forgot to put this in my reply but a fanfic sounds like a nice idea. ; w ; ))