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      A chuckle --delicate lips parting, trying to make the other understand that yes, he knew, he perfectly knew. That's why he was the Yin to Mondo's Yang, after all --being the composed one, the one trying not to act impulsively and stupidly in order to ensure their survival.

       « I. . . I suppose he would, yes. »

      With a last thought towards those bright red eyes he was sure he wasn't going to see ever again, the little programmer moved, light footsteps parroting his position as he slowly started setting the teapot and the precious drink on the table. 

      « We have classic green tea, or some Earl Gray --which one do you prefer? »

  {{ₒ}} Leon sighed a bit as he was looking over at the other male as he was rubbing the back of his head as he whispered a bit.

"Ya know it wasn’t my fault….I tried to calm her down…she lunged at me and accidentally impaled herself on the kn-knife. Ishi—-….I mean…the Hall monitor would wanted us to do what we can do…I guess?”

After a few moments of silence, Leon assumed he just wanted to be understood that he never wanted to have such a thing to happen to him or anyone. He just wished everything turned out differently. Moment he heard the offer for tea, he glanced back at the smaller of the two.

"Yeah, that sounds fine to me.”

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      Sniffling, trying to wipe away the rivulets staining his cheeks --here he was, the little programmer that city of his used to respect and adore, before the mighty fall despair delivered to every single house and skyscraper. The memory itself of the fact, of what engulfed his city with toxic gas and corpses and mechanical bears ready to maim whatever dared meeting their sight was able to bring new tears on that innocent visage of his --and again he wiped, not wanting that other one, that weird concept of 'copy' of his deceased friend to think he was even more weak than his looks would suggest.

      « He has always been in my heart. Since we first met. » A murmur, for a moment something like a blush appearing on his cheeks, still too faint and pastel hued to be noticed on a pale canvas such as his complexion. He remembered definitely, the first time the loud hall monitor entered in his life --and how he became one of his best friends, one of the few people truly meaning the world to him. Loosing him --that was a blow too much cruel, too much violent to deliver to his poor, innocent heart. 

       And his heart somehow weakly rejoiced to the other's words --a familiar tone saying the right words feeding the delusion of the programmer, a crooked smile appearing, for a second or two, on chapped lips as he kept his eyes on the rubies of the other.

      « I suppose yes. . . I. . . I am not exactly what people would define 'strong' to be honest, bu-but it's also true that right now, whatever s-sort of scheduled thing in the world has been w-wrecked away by the war. . . »

  Ishimaru tensed up ever so slightly at his tears being wiped away by the other. No one had ever done that before… No one had ever tried to wipe away his tears as he cried…it was…nice…But he didn’t allow his mind to simply focus on that, there were more pressing issues…

He payed close attention to the boy’s words, his heart sinking the more he spoke… A…wreck of a city? Had something happened outside of the gallery? And what of these bears? Were bears murdering people as soon as they saw them..? 

Ishimaru could imagine such a life…after all, he had seen similar events happen in the gallery…anyone from the outside was attacked by the paintings, his siblings. They would attack and not stop until the person was finally out of the gallery, or the person was dead…He felt guilt, he knew what it was like to be unable to save someone…while it wasn’t someone as important as a dear friend of his, he still felt the unbearable guilt of knowing he had let someone die…

"…y-you…don’t have to move on…y-you….can keep him with you i-in your heart…k-keep him alive there. A-As for what happened outside of this gallery, I do not know for I have never seen the light of day. B-But…I c-can only tell you this, fight…fight with all of your might. e-even when the world is crumbling keep fighting, do not give up…you are not weak…I-I can tell…you’ve made it this far after all, haven’t you?" 

#thefakesoldier #this is so late look at me kicking myself for this

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THANK YOU!

#i didn't know i was a bias i don't deserve aaaaaaaa- #; [ mentioned.txt ]

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They call us angels when we're actually monsters!

The life of an idol is a simple one; to distract the world of it’s problems and supply an escape of false but addictive security. That’s it, nothing more, nothing less. That is the expected life of an idol in this crippled world of pollution, violence, and corruption.

          They live for the applause,                                              so feel free to supply.

☞       ASK   |   NAVI   |   MASTERLIST         ☜

#promotes the au because it deserves to be promoted util the end of time #; [ promo.exe ]

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despairprogrammer replied to your post:      « Even if it’s late, I managed to find a few...

"C- Can I have one?"

      « But first promise me you won't try to use those bears against me. »

#despairprogrammer #( babysitting himself: he's doing it )

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      « Even if it's late, I managed to find a few pocky boxes! I'll give them to Mondo when he will be back. »

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outofrun.exe: { that hella awkward moment in which you truly want to do a promo for a certain jjba blog b u t }

#outofrun.exe #keep me away from photoshop unless i have to do icons pls

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      He could sense it --the pain, the grief and ache coiling all over the Hall Monitor's being, that same horrific sensation wrapped around his own heart and making breathing and focusing hard even for him. He, who was supposed to remain calm, to help the other with a bit more of rationality! But it was normal, after all, to panic just a little bit when friends, precious companions in life and trouble, were in danger. Ishimaru didn't need of a whiny teenager --he needed someone who was firm enough to guide him and mend his wounds, to tend him back to a decent health until the other was able to decide if he wanted to remain with his friends or if he wanted to separate.

      And Chihiro was ready, perhaps, to accept whatever decision the companion will make. . . when the time will come. For now, his only major interest was to lead the other towards the refuge --tiny hands grabbing the paler and bigger ones, squeezing them just a little as he started moving towards the simple path the programmer himself followed in order to reach the , forcing himself not to cry again because no, Ishimaru didn't need his tears at all.

      Ishimaru needed hope, the same hope Mondo and the programmer himself slowly collected and kept away from monstrous eyes, little by little, shard by shard. And they were ready to dare those shards with the Hall Monitor without even thinking twice --with that friend who looked so helpless and hopeless, so needy of a little flame to warm his bleeding, cold heart--, ready to hold his hands during times of need and catch him when he was going to fall.

      Silence reigned during those few minutes bringing the tiny programmer and the fallen monitor right in front of a simple door --one of the few abandoned apartments that managed to keep themselves together when the palace itself started to crumble away under the weight of the war, after climbing a few stores of stairs and possibly avoiding dangerous cables and holes. The door was opened with a little, almost unnoticeable click --the programmer himself moving first, checking if there were any intruders in the hideout or if Mondo was in, but the lack of suspect sounds or the familiar growl of the bosozoku definitely confirmed the other that no, no one entered the hideout while he was away.

      « It's okay --enter, quick. The couch will be right in front of you, feel free to lay on it while I go looking for the first aid kit, okay? » He reassured, opening a little bit more the door, waiting the other to enter before closing it and, eventually move towards the little bathroom --ignoring the mess that was filling the hideout itself.

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  Friends…the word sounded foreign to him, even now. Even when there was someone who was willing to help. Even when someone who he’d been lead to believe was dead and buried stood before him offering their help. Kiyotaka closed his eyes a bit longer, gathering as much of his bearing as he was able. The intense nausea still hit him like a wave, clenching his teeth and swallowing it down seemed to be the only thing he was capable of at the current moment. His hands clenched against his knees a fraction further, the news that he would be required to walk more sinking in the pit of his stomach. As much as he wanted to believe in perseverance—something he so often preached to the other teenagers still trapped within the school—even Kiyotaka’s own blind optimism couldn’t save him from the reality. Not this reality, anyway. Life outside was just as bleak as it had been in those walls. The sky looked like it was casting an every dingy shadow across the desolate land. How Chihiro managed to survive at all was a marvel in itself. "A-Alright…I trust you, Fujisaki-san." It could have been a trap, really anything was possible at this point. The former prefect was now convince that Hell existed on earth, and he was living it. Reaching back, he touched his wet scalp, the drying blood sickening him once again. This wasn’t a dream, everything he’d experienced had been real; so frighteningly and shockingly real. After that second confirmation that he wasn’t simply trapped in some kind of nightmare—unable to wake up nor call for help—he decided now was the time to stand. "I believe I can make it just a bit farther…please lead the way." His own words sounded dreary to his ears. Their former confidence sucked away for the time being. Possibly even forever, only time would really tell. Kiyotaka could only hope there were others. More survivors Chihiro had managed to hide from whomever had done this to the once prosperous nation. If there was one thing the boy refused to do, it was fall victim to the sick game that person was playing. Even if all of his hope was sucked from his very core, he would not fall again.

#hisaniki #; [ t: reunion.avi ] #aaaaand here i am #terribly late but here i am

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Send me a ™ if you think I could be a writer for my muse's canon dialogue

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outofrun.exe: { i. . . maybe it's for the best that i log off here. i'll probably be on my jjba blogs, dave or on prime minister ishimaru. }

#i just am not feeling okay and extremely uncomfortable. #outofrun.exe

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outofrun.exe: { i confess i am extremely judgmental when it comes to my portrayal of chihiro. i know he is a quite delicate muse with lots of drama under his shoes, and i always try to be cautious when trying to rp since i don't want to touch any buttons. . . but it's hard. it's hard to find partners with such a muse, especially during those moments in which i just desire to do shitty, nonsense things ( because you know, i'm human too, and sometimes i have trash needs as well! ), or even when i want to plot something relatively relevant to the au and the plotline.

it's hard to be a chihiro roleplayer, especially when i want to have fun, with certain muses related to the character, but i always fear to ruin everything because there's already some chemistry with someone else and feeling like the unwanted wheel of the car is unavoidable.

and this discourages me lots of times from logging here and try to rp. }

#outofrun.exe #tw: negative. sort of.

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compliment the person you reblog this from in the tags

#nina is actually hinata #best hinata #miss u nina #; [ meme.exe ] #outofrun.exe

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❊ I want to roleplay with you ✸ I want to plot with you ✤ I want to ship with you ✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great ❦ I sort of secretly ship a thing with your muse(s) ✷ I wish our characters were friends ✢ I like your characters ✱ I don’t like your characters ✣ I like the way you express your muse(s) ✫ I don’t like the way you express your muse(s) ☬ I feel like your characters are underdeveloped ❂ I don’t agree on all your headcanons ✡ I agree on all your headcanons ❋ Your blog is one of my favs ✦ I like seeing you on my dash ✵ I don’t follow you for roleplay ✧ I wish you would notice me ✩ You intimidate me ✪ You seem like a cool person ✺ You’re hard to approach ✻ I wish you weren’t so shy ❄ I look up to you ❆ I love your art ❇ I love the way you write * I want to learn to know you # I’m too shy to approach to you ☓ We should talk! ♥ *Your choice what to write*

(via taintednurse)

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      [ SILENTLY JUDGING ]

#; [ dash commentary.html ] #i see what u did there

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Spoon Oct 2013

#; [ real.exe ] #( chihiro more like am i pretty now oowadakun and ishimarukun ) #( brb being ship trash )

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      « You know he's still q-quite angry for the m-mutual k-killing thing. . . and you know he's p-pretty stubborn when it comes to. . . f-forgiving. W-we are s-still dealing w-with Kiyotaka's m-mourn. . . »

      He sighed as well, a hand reaching for the former all-star's shoulder, petting it a little. It was not the time to cry for the Hall Monitor again --he already filled his nights with tears over tears.

      « Nevermind. . . d-do you want a cup of tea. . .? »

  {{ₒ}} “Punch me for what? Trying to see if I can find us some food and I mean actual food that I could at least cook over the campfire? Fi-fine!”

With that being said, Leon finally sat down on a chair as he huffed a bit as he was just trying to make it easier for Chihiro and Mondo especially with the incidents that occurred.

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      « Leon, seriously. Mondo isn't even home, and you should be glad --because he probably would have punched you again. Now sit down, before your leg starts hurting again. »

  {{ₒ}} Say that to the guy who’s still walking on crutches! Why!?

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