Samaru Heiwajima ► no blood relation to Shizuo Heiwajima
✧ original character intended for the DRRR!! fandom but now,
✧ multi-fandom ✧ multi-ship ✧ multi-verse
✧ AUs and crossovers welcomed
✧ may contain some triggers considering Samaru is a contract killer but those are tagged and mun is willing to tag absolutely anything
✧ all forms of roleplaying styles used
✧ as said, mun & muse are 18+ so nfsw material will be tagged as such
Shizuo just heard as the other male told him a little bit about himself. He noticed he didn’t get into details. Well, the blond wasn’t an open book himself. In fact, he was most likely to not open up with people other than Celty and Tom. He would be reservated even around his brother to not cause him any concernments. Kasuka had already a fairly busy life. But it wasn’t about Kasuka now.
"Brazil… Huh? I’ve heard it’s a nice place." He murmured keeping his gaze on their way, but still listening to whatever the other had to say. "I’ve heard there’s a lot of wild in there too." Though the time he heard about it was at a history class and the teacher was probably talking about something that happened 500 years ago. However… Sometimes it would appear something on television about Amazon Rain Forrest… It was in Brazil, right? Was the whole country like that? Not like he ever held interest in other countries, but knowing someone from there mad it inevitable to wonder about how the place he lived was like. Well, perhaps it was none of his business anyway.
That was stupid, thinking that much about a country he barely heard about. But for some reason that guy awaken a curiosity he didn’t even know he had. Wait…The world cup will be in Brazil this year. Shizuo wasn’t a fan of football at all, but there were people talking about it everywhere, so he couldn’t help but to know that useless information. Perhaps that’s why he got curious. The name probably just sounded familiar. Those guys speak spanish, right? Well, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like he knew any spanish anyway.
Samaru couldn’t really say much about the country. Sure, he was born there but he left before he was even finished high school. He didn’t even have time to make much memories. He did remember the scenery, his house, and the heat but that’s about it.
As a child, he spent a lot of his time exploring the places around his house rather than being inside of the house itself. It was a simple home with two floors and three bedrooms, one for his parents, one for himself, and a nursery that was always under construction, never quite complete until months before he ran away. His parents were always trying for a second child but had no luck. Despite such unfortunate events, they still made Samaru feel like he was enough for them. They constantly told him that they wanted a little girl because Samaru would make the best big brother.
Months later, when Samaru just turned thirteen, his parents finally managed to successfully get pregnant. That’s when it clicked, when he realized that he wasn’t enough for his parents. All of their time was devoted to this baby who wasn’t even born yet, or so Samaru thought. They loved him, with all of their heart and then some more but he was too blind. When he ran away, they were absolutely heart broken. They lost their baby once it just reached the third trimester, just two weeks after they lost their first child. To this day, they probably still mourned their lost children. Samaru refused to believe such a thing. Samaru refused to think about his family anymore.
“Were you born here, then?” Samaru questioned after swallowing the sudden lump that formed in his throat. He was willing to do anything right now to divert the focus of his mind.
"With a mouth like that, I am genuinely surprised your knees aren’t bruised."
“With a mouth like this, I can do a lot of things.”
↑↓ — “Hehe~ Samantha?” The hypocrisy of laughing at this has not yet occurred to him.
“Only Tom calls me that, and it’s going to stay that way.”
"Samantha, Samantha. Will there ever be a time you aren’t on your knees?"
"Never when you’re around, big boy~"
i see a lot of people spending time thinking about “who tops” in their otp when they should be thinking about
- who quotes twilight at the other person
- who appreciates cat videos more
- who spent a hellish summer working in the worst gamestop you can imagine
- who lets the other person win in ticklefights
- who chews on their pencil
- who’s the person who accidentally thinks of their grandparents one time while they’re making out and kills the mood
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.” — (via atmosthetic)
ooc; also you never texted me when you landed did you crash and die like expected
yup yup, i did