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trustphyte:

           He was on the spot and he didn’t even know WHY. He wouldn’t interrupt her thought process just await for her to say whatever needed to be said… At least, that was his intention at first; He was about to open his mouth to ask ‘what’s up?’ but just as he did she came to the conclusion she needed.

            Ah, yeah, the headphones. Once always upon his ears with some sort of music playing either LOUDLY TO BLOCK OUT or softly to console him when he was forced to SPEAK to others. He did not forget them, no he would never just FORGET, today he CHOSE to leave them upon his desk at home.

            “No way would I lose those, Rhyme. They’re probably more limited edition than your bell.” He smiles with a hand placed on his hip to exude an air of casualness over the subject. Though being REMINDED of their absence makes his mind take on a weariness of without. 

        “They’re at home. I figured since… We’re hanging out today I ya know…” The smile is harder to keep and the same hand goes to rub the back of his neck as that feeling settles in, a regret for leaving them behind and not around his neck at the very least, “Didn’t need them.”

   GENUINE grin ( silly, really ) at his response; and there’s a beat of happiness with her heart. Quiet, lonely... he’s come so far, she notes, from the boy she had befriended in the Reaper’s Game—- creative, friendly, a friend she holds close to her heart and wouldn’t dare let go so easily. 

❝ I see, ❞ There’s a slight sway in her movement; hands held politely behind her back, ❝ —-can’t imagine them being harder to come by than this though. ❞ This, referring to the bell around her neck. Rather an argumentative tone, her words lace a joking tone. Unspoken is her appreciative feeling toward his gesture,  ❝ So... where to first? You mentioned showing me some art. ❞

#trustphyte #( verse ) ━ ✶ // tomorrow is another day #( i hope this works sorry i took so lONG ??? screams )

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Abby: Stressed Queen: give neku cat ears 2k17 Abby: Stressed Queen: wake up america Abby: Stressed Queen: neku is actually a cat boy britt ☆: WAKE UP AMERICA britt ☆: i’m starting a riot about this tbh Abby: Stressed Queen: We go to the white house and DEMAND the game be remade britt ☆: YES britt ☆: i’m packing my bags now for the trip britt ☆: packs some knives and shit Abby: Stressed Queen: Im so glad neku will finally be the cat boy he was always meant to be britt ☆: imagine how happy he could be britt ☆: us, the real heros of this game Abby: Stressed Queen: another countdown Abby: Stressed Queen: for a patch where neku has cat ears

britt and I are gonna save the fandom.

#( OUT ) realground // #( i'm not over this tho #i'm ready to rebel )

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faithdoll:

                she’s a sweet girl , she notes  ;  she was during the game too , most likely , but reaper had little attention devoted to individual players at said time  —  even when things got interesting she can’t say her gaze fell more toward any player over another , here to do a job not fool around , meddling in the affairs of those who would be damned should they fail.  still …  she noticed , at least , the sacrificial girl turned noise turned entry fee  ;  certainly a story , like some morbid fairytale with a bittersweet  ‘ decently ever after ’.  

                ❛  —  it’s fine.  and i don’t mind.  ❜      if she did she wouldn’t have offered in the first place  —  she can’t say she cares for the girl on a personal level , but she can attest , at least , to the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach that arises when considering letting her walk alone through city streets with those damn thugs    (  &  god knows who or what else  )    still lurking around somewhere.      ❛  you’ll have to lead the way.  ❜

   SHE finds relief in the woman’s words; a subtle sigh slipping past her lips, and her mind thoroughly calmed. Amongst this is there a smidgen of embarrassment that courses through her—- she’s tough enough, sure ( at least, as tough as someone like her could be ), but the risk of danger still runs each day. Something she’s ( not so pleasantly to say the least… ) learned in a world most wouldn’t have the ‘ pleasure ’ of visiting.  

❝ This way, ❞ She turns, facing a busy street ( busy for the late hour, at least ), ❝ just a hop, skip, and a jump away. ❞ Still within the city, her home waits just outside of it ( a suburb, of sorts ), not terribly far. Mind focuses on the path ahead, leading the other, yet curiosity manages to steal her focus away. ❝ Where are you from? ❞ Around... she assumes, as questions begin to fuel her thoughts. It’s unusual, she thinks; the fact that she feels that they may have crossed paths once before this. 

Crazy, she thinks of herself.

#faithdoll #( verse ) ━ ✶ // tomorrow is another day #( BEAT EM UP BEAT EM UP #pulls out camera )

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appliqe:

       She can tell that there’s a struggle in the girl’s mind but only giggles quietly and offers her hand out when she introduces herself, “I’m Eri! Shiki really needs to put a little more effort into letting me meet all of her new friends.”

       Clearly a joke, she wouldn’t hold it against Shiki for her time split, trouble balancing it between this new group and Eri herself… A part of her hoped the other girl wouldn’t mind Eri taking the time to reach out to those who had caused her dear friend to smile a little more often than before.

       “Ah, that’s a good choice!” Her eyes were drawn to the simple bracelet around her thin wrist, “If you paired that with a cute t-shirt maybe a size larger than your usual size and a pair of leggings you would have an amazing little casual outting ensemble.”

        Eri only catches herself rambling by the time she has already finished, playfully knocking her knuckles lightly against the side of her own head, “Sorry, I can never resist a good outfit assessment…” 

   SHE can’t help but show an awkward smile; a soft giggle slipping past her lips as a delicate hand shifts to meet the one offered. 

❝ Yeah, a bit rude if you ask me. ❞ A solid attempt at sarcasm ( at least, she hopes the tone is traced to sarcasm ). ❝ Well... it’s nice to meet you, Eri. ❞ Although it doesn’t quite seem fair to label the meeting as a ‘ first encounter ’ of sorts when considering all that Shiki has told of her long time friend ( yet she feels it’s safe to assume there is plenty she doesn’t know ). 

Oh, she had nearly forgotten; grin briefly fading, and eyes fell to the bracelet she had been pondering on. ❝ —-You think so? ❞ Eri’s suggestions had naturally popped into her mind, imagining the possible options. ❝ Ah... It’s fine. Would you like to help me look for a new outfit? ❞

#appliqe #( verse ) ━ ✶ // tomorrow is another day #( i'm sorry this took so long bgfvcds )

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faithdoll:

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                she could hear them a street over , delinquents laughing  &  hollering , advances most likely unwanted spewing from their disgusting maws , insisting whatever prey they found this evening accompany them for some time  ;  ‘ it’ll be fun , girly ~ ! ’  a familiar phrase   &  fingers curl at her sides as corner is rounded ,  the gentle clack clack clack of her heels atop pavement drowned out by their jeering.  good , really  —  it makes her approach silent , sudden , both of which are very useful in current situation.  blonde hair  &  fear reflected in both body language and in gaze , the girl they’re bothering can’t be of more than fifteen years  —  and she’s familiar , which makes it slightly worse , face recalled from her time in the long game  ;  how unfair , really , to survive death just to return to a life that threatens you with it time  &  time again. 

                ❛  that’s enough.  ❜      spoken as a command , tone forceful as woman emerges from nightfall’s shadows to stand at girl’s side , just a few inches closer to her harassers.  she watches the surprise , the momentary fear in the form of startlement flicker o’er visages that is quickly replaced with something defensive  —  her gaze dares them to try something , cold  &  steeled and it would seem they’re smarter than she originally believed , almost ready to take her on by the looks of it , but  —  they back off , scowls  &  snarls on their face , and woman says nothing as she opts to merely watch til they have left , turned the corner and gone out of sight.  

                 ❛  …  they’re gone.  but i wouldn’t advise staying out here alone.  ❜      is what she goes with when she does speak , serious in nature yet there is a more gentle undertone to be found in speech now.  head tilts downward , a glance given toward petite female  ;  yeah , definitely her.  definitely the squirrel.      ❛  i can walk with you if you want.  i’ve got time.  ❜      she’ll text satoshi when she gets the chance , let him know she’ll be a little late  ;  he won’t mind , she’s sure. 

   LAUGHTER ( one -sided ), taunting; their words ringing restlessly in her ears—- and her gaze is thus downcast as she finds clenched fists fallen to her side. ‘ knock it off, ’ she demanded; her tone cold, yet her appearance ( her —- her height,  her look ) only seemed to call for further laughter, further mockery. But she could take them ( no ), punch one of them square in the face, show them that she means business. Yeah... that would show them. Realistically, however, she knew she stood no chance. 

It’s not until a weighted voice intervenes does she feel a sense of relief gradually fill her. Anxiousness however still clings to her; an unknown woman, threatening in stance, yet it seems this encounter is in her favor ( and perhaps this is why she manages to feel relief and anxiousness simultaneously ). A quick glance captures her tormenter’s fear—- that flash of foolish boldness, and it’s only a moment till they leave with tails between legs ( going... gone ). A weight lifted from her shoulders, and a now gentle tone speaks to her. An absent mind, it seems, as she briefly ponders before a gentle grin tugs at her lips. 

❝ I’d like that, ❞ She finally manages. ❝ If you really don’t mind. ❞ Home isn’t exactly a stroll through the park, and she’d surely find an anxious mind making the walk alone. ❝ —-Thank you. I guess I was really in a pickle just now, wasn’t I? ❞

#faithdoll #( verse ) ━ ✶ // tomorrow is another day #( CATCHES THIS #I WAS BORN READY #robot fam B'/ )

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Sakura - Shibuya, Tokyo.

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deiryu:

                she’s gentle , as is her promise , affirmation in way of single - syllable reply  &  he’s appreciative of it , not overly fond having hair man - handled in situations where such is not expected  —  braids are one such situation , and he emits a contented hum in response.  ‘ done ’  she says  &  he reaches for nearby hand mirror , wishing to see the job that child has done  —  &  he’s content with it , he finds , admittedly a tad impressed.  

                ❛  not too bad , i’ll admit.  ❜      he replies , fingers teaching to take delicate hold of newly made braid , bringing it over his shoulder with care not to disturb her careful handiwork.      ❛  did you teach yourself to do this ?  ❜

   SHE gleams with joy; his satisfaction triggering a happy beat to her heart, and she can’t help but allow a wide grin to tug at her lips. Perhaps there’s a drop of surprise that contributes to this feeling—- a smidgen of fear that he wouldn’t like it. Nonetheless, these feelings are all swept away by his genuine liking of her handy work.  

❝ I did. ❞ She hums, having spent weeks practicing on dolls till she got it right. ❝ My hair isn’t long enough for me to braid it. I’m happy that you let me braid yours... it looks nice. ❞

#deiryu #( verse ) ━ ✶ // tomorrow is another day #( braids braids braids!! chants this loudly #next time he can let her do fishtail braids #EXTREME BRAIDING. )

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#( queue your dream ) ━ ✶ // #( memory ) ━ ✶ // someday my dream will come #( memory ) ━ ✶ // lay down the skull #( memory ) ━ ✶ // the world ends at my borders

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RIPNDIP all day

#( queue your dream ) ━ ✶ //

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it’s a wonderful world 

#( queue your dream ) ━ ✶ // #( memory ) ━ ✶ // someday my dream will find me #( memory ) ━ ✶ // lay down the skull #( memory ) ━ ✶ // the world ends at my borders #( memory ) ━ ✶ // i should be gold #( memory ) ━ ✶ // talk about seamless

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psa!!

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#( queue your dream ) ━ ✶ // #( bustarhyme ) ━ ✶ //

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Candy Floss by Mark Jenkinson

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                        You can never destroy the bond of a family,                         they would do anything to sacrifice their own                         life for the people they love.

#( queue your dream ) ━ ✶ // #( musing ) ━ ✶ //

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the three personality types stem from the belief in buddhist philosophy that unhealthy thinking grows from three primary roots, which manifest as the deluded, greedy, and aversive temperaments.

#( queue your dream ) ━ ✶ // #( memory ) ━ ✶ // lay down the skull #( memory ) ━ ✶ // the world ends at my borders #( memory ) ━ ✶ // talk about seamless

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#( OUT ) realground // #!!! sorry i haven't been around #i don't need to be in bed early tomorrow though so i'm planning on getting stuff done after work