Herp derp, can't believe I took so long to make one of these.

Anon is enabled, and screening disabled. Please tell me what I'm doing right/wrong in playing the homo angel dictator~!

 [Hello everyone! Byakuran is in the mood for the holidays, with his eggnog and candy canes, and is especially feeling merry considering he's finally managed to break up that pesky couple, Spanner and Shouichi.

Although he's not able to decorate a tree or string up lights, he has recently come into possession of some photos , so it's a good a time ( Read more... )

 [Byakuran is looking very energetic this evening, shifting around anxiously in the lobby clad in casual (and fashionably...ragged?) clothes. He's been waiting for this evening for months, planning every bit out in his head, from the type of pants he'd wear to the type of car he'd drive- and yes, he can drive. At the very least to  prove that he ( Read more... )

 [Here is Byakuran in a fantastic mood for the winter, standing around the coffee table in the first floor lounge and making the coolest, tastiest gingerbread house ever. I'm sorry, did I say house? I meant CITADEL.]


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 [So, Byakuran was trying to do a little bit of internet research the other day in the school's commons. He doesn't actually care that much about the confusing machines to have his own in his dorm, you see.

Unfortunately, in the bowels of the interwubs, Byakuran discovered something great and terrible- something called 'yaoi fanfiction' that people ( Read more... )

 [In the commons area is that white fluff of hair you've all grown to recognize and love/fear, accompanied by the consistent crunch and crack of white teeth eagerly working away at a box of Cracker Jacks. It's pretty odd how that perpetually smiling mouth can stay so white and clean with all the junk he crams into it (not always foodstuffs, mind ( Read more... )

 [Hey everyone! Today's a very special day, which precisely none of you ought to know about- but that's fine, because as you step into the kitchen, you'll find Byakuran seated at the table, ready to devour a luscious chocolate mousse cake. 
While he looks about ready to dive into that delicious mass, he's visibly restraining himself from prodding a ( Read more... )

[There are an awful lot of Italian students housed in this school, aren't there? So many that it shouldn't be uncommon to see tidbits of Italian here and there, to hear it in passing conversations. It's almost a little sad for the Japanese students who can't understand it, since it's such a fine language.

But, maybe it's for the best they don't- ( Read more... )

[The hum of the cricket's song is rumbling and thick, pervading the still of the night just outside of Hitman High. There's a figure settled on the cold steps of the side doorway, the concrete biting through thin uniform pants and breath slightly fogging up the chilled October air. Byakuran sits outside, next to the gentle glow of the mounted lamps ( Read more... )

[It's October! The month of crumpled yellow leaves, fat orange pumpkins, and heavy golden moons! Of course, it's also the wonderful month of ghouls and goblins- so it's certainly appropriate that everyone suddenly became aware of Giotto's dead butt-buddy friend haunting the school. Do you think he was watching us in the bathrooms?

It's not clear ( Read more... )