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hiiii now that i'm done being depressed and having an abysmal sleep schedule i want to redo my icons and actually write again!

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ you have always wanted to caress every monster ╱ ooc › tbd !

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replies / plotting / whatnot incoming very soon since i'm feeling better !

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ you have always wanted to caress every monster ╱ ooc › tbd !

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have covid 😢 replies coming when i'm not feeling horrible

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ you have always wanted to caress every monster ╱ ooc › tbd !

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"Ah, there you are, Iruma-san!" He greets with a smile. While talks with Miu often could be pretty chaotic, she was still his friend; and so, Shuichi wanted to give her something nice for Christmas. "Hey there: Merry Christmas. I was hoping I'd find you around here, since... I actually have a couple of gifts for you that I hope you'll like! Here you go. "

With a smile, Shuichi holds out a gift bag for her to take. When she does, Miu will find inside a loose white t-shirt and big soft plushie, with both having a design of the blue mouse mascot on her pin. "I know how you always like to wear a pin of that little mouse guy, so I wanted to give you these, thinking you might like it!" (Merry Christmas~!!! 💙❤)

okay,   listen   :   she's   not   at   all   the   most   adept   with   the   socially   acceptable   ways   to   receive   gifts.   she   actually   hasn't   really   ...   received   gifts.   not   properly,   not   in   a   long,   long   time.   so   her   first   reaction   is   actually   to   freeze   with   shock,   icy   blue   hues   scanning   the   gift   bag   ———   shit,   shit,   shit,   she   needs   to   take   it,   and   open   it,   and   that's   the   reasonable   thing   for   her   to   do.   so   she   does,   extremely   and   utterly   tentative   with   how   a   glove   -   clad   hand   reaches   inside,   leather   catching   on   the   edge.

of   course,   cognizance   washing   over   her   in   regards   to   what   the   gifts   within   actually   were   do   nothing   to   stave   off   the   freezing   [   it   is   in   this   moment   that   shuichi   is   greatly   pitied   /   the   last   thing   miu   means   to   do   in   a   moment   like   this   is   attempt   to   come   across   as   standoffish   or   arrogant   or   god   forbid   ungrateful   ].   clutching   the   bag   with   her   left   hand,   she   firstly   withdraws   the   shirt   with   the   other,   shaking   it   out   to   fully   take   in   the   design.   oh.   holy   fuck.   subsequently   she   withdraws   the   mouse   mascot   plush   and   almost   immediately   holds   it   tightly   against   her   chest   as   a   hug.

seems   like   she   really   liked   the   gifts.

❝   h–   holy   shit,   saohara   ...   fuck,   wait,   no,   damn   it,   i   shouldn't   be   giving   you   a   dumb   nickname   at   a   time   like   this   !   where   did   you   get   the   niko   niko   happy   mouse   plushie   ?!   i've   been   trying   to   find   that   fuckin'   thing   everywhere   !   ahh,   i   guess   it   doesn't   matter,   um   ...   just   ...   just   let   me   know   what   you   want   me   to   do   to   make   it   up   to   you.   ❞

oh,   dear,   it's   christmas.   please   don't   insinuate   something   like   that.

#ahogedetective #꒰ ♡ ꒱ wrapped in glittering barbwire and explosives ╱ miu › delineate !

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she   wrinkles   her   nose.   it   is   significant   in   the   sense   that   her   forehead   is   not   similarly   creased   with   vexation   nor   frustration   —   but   more   than   she   derives   a   certain   sort   of   amusement   from   his   chicanery   that   she   wasn't   entirely   willing   to   admit.   it   was   a   bit   he   was   committing   to   well.   and   that   part,   she   could   almost   applaud. 

❝   ohhh.   well,   some   elysium   this   shithole   is.   ❞   impish   and   girlish   and   tempestuous   she   was   :   brow   cocking   curiously   the   more   that   gundham   continues   on.   ❝   i   bet   they   like   the   sunshine,   though.   ❞

not   that   she   should   care   in   the   slightest   if   they   do   or   don't,   oh   no   —   why,   she's   hiyoko   saionji,   with   emotional   walls   of   steel   !   and   thus   they   are   walls   that   would   simply   never   be   broken   down   by   the   ideation   of   docile   and   good   -   natured   animals   !

❝   soooo,   let's   go   then.   ❞   lest   it's   acknowledged   that   she   was   to   rise   to   her   feet   and   venture   to   wherever   this   so   called   'elysium'   is /   to   her   feet,   she   rises,   once   again   wiping   off   her   palms   against   her   furisode.   hey,   it's   not   her   fault   ———   animals   are   kinda   icky,   aren't   they   ?

It was a pleasing sight to him, given that the more that she started to enjoy being around animals, or at the very least learned to tolerate them, then the less he had to worry about her hurting the less domesticated wildlife

...that said, he wasn't going to dumb himself down for her, not unless expressly asked, especially since he finds a little amusement in the lack of understanding along with a resentment that he would never admit to.

"Elysium was a term used by the ancient Greeks in mythology to describe a sort of heaven for their fallen warriors... as you can see in this case, it is for the elderly to feast and bask freely in the light of Helios...until his chariot finishes its path across the sky and makes way for his sister's presence."

Perhaps Japanese mythology would be a more appropriate reference to regard the sun and moon to the dancer, but he already started with that, may as well make that the finisher, too.

"That said...even as elders, the does of this tribe are docile, and the bucks are being kept in a separate field."

#despairs memorial #꒰ ♡ ꒱ beauty is nothing but the onset of terror ╱ hiyoko › delineate !

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the   logical,   rational   part   of   her   brain   thinks   that   he   shouldn't   have   eyes   for   anyone   regarding   to   weird   fantasies   that   they   most   definitely   don't   want   to   be   a   part   of   —   but   she   also   will   not   be   the   one   to   defend   that   bitch   sonia.   nuh   uh.   no   way.

[   sonia's   always   been   kind   to   hiyoko,   and   any   of   her   disdain   is   purely   because   of   jealousy   /   that   she   wishes   she   could   be   taller   and   prettier,   not   cute,   and   more   mature   like   her.   but   this   is   not   introspection   she   is   privy   to   :   that,   or   she   just   really   doesn't   care   enough   to   be   cognizant   of   it.   ]

❝   i   don't   even   see   what   her   having   a   motherly   side   has   to   do   with   it   !   there's   weirdos   out   there   that   are   into   that   kinda   thing   !   and   i   bet   you're   guilty   since   you're   the   one   bringing   it   up   !   ❞   her   dissatisfaction   is   palpable   /   though   any   physical   reactions   are   thankfully   subdued,   lest   she's   put   down   against   her   wishes. 

❝   besides   ...   that   probably   wouldn't   look   very   good   on   you   if   you   were   running   away   while   i   was   on   the   ground   screaming   and   crying   !   you'd   probably   be   arrested   immediately,   souda   -   nii   !   arrested   and   thrown   in   hope's   peak   prison   !   ❞

alas,   she's   ...   surprisingly   helpful   when   it   pertains   to   getting   something   she   wants.   who   would   have   thought   ?   ❝   the   vending   machines,   dummy   !   and   don't   even   think   about   trying   to   get   the   ones   with   the   yucky   yellow   ones   !   ❞

“Ughh…” Where would he even find gummy bears in the school? It’s not like they give it out in the cafeteria… “Q-quit wording stuff in a weird way! I only have eyes for Miss Sonia!! Besides, Mahiru is always nagging me… If anything, she kinda has a motherly side to her, for the most part...” Not that he’d know if that’s how a mother is supposed to act. Hopefully they’re a little kinder.

Either way, he got side-tracked. “If you’re good enough to stomp on my feet then you’re good enough to walk!! A-and I don’t want to be carried like this, anyway! The one time Akane did that I got motion sickness for three hours straight!!” But that could be attributed to the fact that she’d been dashing at an unreal speed, trying to get him to fix stuff in the kitchen. “I could drop you and run, y’know. It’s not like you’re gonna catch me with a sprained ankle…”

Despite having said that, he was still being extra careful not to jostle her as he walked, trying to think of where the fuck would gummy bears be kept in the school. “…Do you want me to carry you to a store outside the school? I don’t remember any place with gummies on campus… unless you mean your own room.”

#mechatiqe #꒰ ♡ ꒱ beauty is nothing but the onset of terror ╱ hiyoko › delineate !

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[GAME OVER]

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ to love means to radiate with inexhaustible light ╱ chiaki › countenance !

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merry christmas dears :~) hope that everyone that celebrates has a great day ! i'm w/ family and hoping to put out some replies later

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ you have always wanted to caress every monster ╱ ooc › tbd !

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>let’s begin the next killing game…<

CONGRATULATIONS NDRV3 ENGLISH RELEASE!!! [still image version]

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ pull on every ribbon and find every secret it keeps ╱ kaede › countenance !

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Furisode Kimono, Orange.

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ beauty is nothing but the onset of terror ╱ hiyoko › adoration !

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By もきゅ

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ i say i want you inside me and you split me open with a knife ╱ mikan › countenance !

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i.

love.

LESBIANS!

you sure do

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ out of this danger i raise a monument of love ╱ tenko › countenance !

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starter call 2.0   feel free to combine prompts !

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#꒰ ♡ ꒱ you have always wanted to caress every monster ╱ ooc › memes ! #[ i miss writing here bye. feed me. ]

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she   doesn't   fancy   herself   as   an   obtrusive   person.   not   in   the   slightest,   not   when   she   moves   breathlessly   as   a   backdrop   to   yakuza   phone   calls,   presence   never   tangible   beyond   that   of   the   physical   evidence   of   her   lithe   form.   her   greatest   attempt   is   in   mindlessly   blocking   out   any   of   the   words   shinobu   speaks   /   she   needn't   be   nosy,   and   such   is   a   mindset   she   has   harbored   since   the   day   she   met   eyes   with   the   young   master.   that   she   needs   to   know   only   what   is   explicitly   told   to   her.   the   blanking   out   of   her   mind   is   akin   to   the   unrelenting   thrum   of   pounding   rain   against   gray   -   toned   rooftops.   with   the   untrained   eye,   one   might   improperly   glean   that   she   had   forgotten   how   to   breathe,   how   to   speak,   how   to   dip   into   any   facets   of   personhood   beyond   that   of   her   somatic   being   seated.   and   yet,   immediately   upon   being   addressed,   a   streak   of   crimson   shifts   to   the   other   woman   in   acknowledgment.

 ❝  i   understand,   ❞   she   says   flatly   —   not   out   of   desire   to   externalize   coldness,   but   rather   distance   herself   from   any   stretch   of   humanity   in   the   circumstances   /   regret   comes   only   for   intruding   on   the   project   and   not   for   the   sake   of   peko's   own   time   and   purpose.   no   matter   how   long   this   excursion   took,   when   it   was   over,   she   would   wordlessly   skulk   back   to   fuyuhiko's   side,   returning   to   her   greater   purpose   as   a   tool   ;   though   the   foolish,   youthful   words   begging   for   impetus   would   never   leave   her   lips,   they   played   over,   and   over,   and   over   in   her   mind.   repeated   dissonance   in   the   disharmony   of   her   selfish   and   blackened   heart   wanting   something,   something   to   be   of   her   own   volition   and   seeking   out,   and   her   logical   mental   framework,   which   silently   comprehends   that   her   value   is   in   carrying   out   whatever   tasks   she   has   been   given.

❝   i   only   ask   you   alert   me   should   you   need   to   leave   abruptly   today.   ❞   she   could   ...   probably   handle   this   all   on   her   own,   all   things   considered,   even   with   any   amount   of   trial   and   tribulation   in   deigning   to   secure   adequate   choice   in   venue   and   whatever   else   was   bathed   in   glistening,   hopeful   light   beyond   that   :   but   she'd   really   prefer   only   to   ruminate   upon   such   a   fantasy   —   in   the   absolute   loosest   quotes   possible   —   if   of   utmost   necessity.   and,   as   it   stood   both   at   present   and   ere   long,   that   likely   wouldn't   be   necessary.

it   wasn't   as   though   selection   of   venue   was   something   overly   difficult   in   accomplishing,   anyway   ;   one   of   hope's   peaks   own   gymnasiums   was   an   obvious   and   evident   choice,   and   yet   remains   one   peko   offers   little   consideration   to.   after   all,   garish   accoutrements   like   the   school   crest   painted   clumsily   onto   the   floor   was   an   embellishment   in   the   worst   possible   way   for   something   otherwise   intentioned   as   a   love   letter   to   tradition.   and,   to   adequately   showcase   not   just   their   talents,   but   everyone   else   honing   a   traditional   japanese   talent,   more   space   would   be   desired.   kendō   and   kyūdō   alone   were   greedy   in   their   demand   for   surface   area,   let   alone   factoring   in   general   martial   arts,   aikidō,   nihon   buyō,   and   whomever   else   darkened   the   halls   of   the   academy   with   a   distinct   demeanor.   and   those   so   it   just   wouldn't   do.

the   paper   housing   hope's   peak's   gymnasium   as   a   candidate   was   promptly   discarded   into   a   pile   peko   taciturnly   adjudged   to   be   those   removed   from   the   pool.   several   other   potential   venues   were   discarded   in   similar   fashion   /   in   truth,   she   had   a   particular   location   in   mind,   and   had   no   qualms   about   going   through   each   locality   again   if   what   she   had   in   mind   wasn't   amidst   the   paperwork.

[   the   place   in   question   was   none   other   than   a   local   dōjō   to   the   academy,   one   peko   herself   had   sporadically   practiced   at,   of   course   at   the   behest   of   the   kuzuryū   clan.   the   setup   of   the   dōjō   nevertheless   surprised   her   —   perhaps   for   her   typical   bearing   in   mind   that   most   dōjō   served   as   specialized   in   a   particular   martial   art   —   that   it   was   more   generalized   in   its   purpose.   perhaps   that   was   owing   to   its   proximity   to   hope's   peak,   that   it   could   receive   an   outpouring   of   support   and   funding   so   long   as   it   could   provide   a   sacred   place   for   more   than   kendōka,   aikidōka,   and   kyūdōka   /   that   even   dipping   into   purposes   of   meditation   and   programming   would   be   well   worth   it.   and   well   worth   it   it   was,   as   the   dōjō   itself   was   nothing   short   of   gorgeous.   to   peko,   at   least,   though   she   likely   wouldn't   offer   a   negative   opinion   about   anything   if   given   the   opportunity.   the   unending   funding   meant   that   no   sacrifices   were   to   be   made   for   the   sake   of   users   clawing   for   modernity   :   and   such   is   exactly   why   it   was   peko's   first   choice   in   venue.   ]

 ❝   excuse   me,   yaguchi,   ❞  she   says,   eyes   flitting   up   briefly   from   the   stack   of   papers   before   her,   shifting   unsteadily   betwixt   the   two   sections   once   her   gaze   lowers   once   more.   ❝   was   taishinkan   dōjō   among   your   potential   candidates   ?   ❞   a   beat   of   silence   in   her   speech,   allowing   for   the   abrupt   swallowing   in   her   throat   before   continuing   on.   ❝   i   am   not   sure   if   i   failed   to   see   it   in   this   pile.   but   —   i   believe   it   to   be   suitable   not   only   in   proximity   to   the   school,   but   in   traditionality   and   scale   as   well.   ❞

"Mm." The bottle of green tea was pressed into Peko's outstretched hand, while the canned coffee was set aside for Shinobu herself. "As I expected." It was the beverage of choice, in Shinobu's observation, among people like themselves, of traditional backgrounds and with traditional interests. Certainly, on those rare days when her father and his allies - old men who smelled of arrogance and cigarette smoke - crowded around the table at the family estate, Shinobu sat out of sight with matcha and teacups, prepared to be summoned at any moment. "I confess a certain fondness for coffee myself, even such cheap varieties, so I suppose that works out for both of us, though, given the assistance you're providing, I imagined it more fitting to offer you the choice, rather than cater to my own desires."

It was an oft-repeated mischaracterization to imagine Shinobu Yaguchi as an especially quiet woman. Though she seldom spoke for speaking's sake, she wasn't averse to speaking to others, whether in public or private. Rather, they simply saw no reason to speak unnecessarily, or to unfairly burden those who found her way of communicating off-putting or puzzling. Peko, though, seemed to have a manner of speech not entirely dissimilar from her own in its formality. There was a certain lack of discomfort in that, such that it allowed Shinobu to speak without any lingering self-consciousness as to whether her words would be understood.

With a small sigh, she returned her attention to the papers, eating one of the hoshigaki with a delicate hand, careful not to mar her fingers with any stickiness before handling documents. There really were too many - wasn't this a bit excessive? "As I said, Miss Pekoyama, I have full confidence in you, though I regret that you were similarly dragged into this in the first place." On the balance of things, it was better to have a partner to aid her, given the amount of work that went into everything. It would have been more suitable, though, had the workload been manageable and Peko not been drawn into it. When it came down to it, Shinobu had no issue being moved around according to the whims of others, but surely Peko had other, more important things with which to occupy her time.

To the other girl's question, Shinobu raised a hand to her chin, finger lightly tapping at the beauty mark beneath her lips as she surveyed various folders and papers within them. "Mm... Truthfully, I imagine it's less a matter of where we begin, and rather more that we simple begin at all but-" Abruptly, she was cut off by the sound of her phone ringing from inside her breast pocket. With a look both surprised and mildly annoyed, Shinobu withdrew the phone. "I thought I'd silenced this. I regret the interruption, Miss Pekoyama, and will try to make this brief."

Answering the call and lifting the phone to their ear, Shinobu's expression stayed flat and static, impassive. "Yes, hello, Miss Inoue." It only took a moment before her lips began slowly turning down. "My plans haven't changed. If-" Clearly interrupted by the voice on the other end, loud enough to come through the receiver, even if the words themselves weren't clear, Shinobu scowled, brows knitting together in frustration. "Miss Inoue. If you have a question for me, please properly listen to my answer." It wasn't typical for Shinobu Yaguchi to look especially apologetic or remorseful, but the brief flick of her eyes over in Peko's direction did, at least, have some acknowledgement that the swordswoman's time was being unfortunately wasted.

"Yes. I'll pick you up tomorrow, as planned. That has not changed." With a wrinkling of her nose, Shinobu lowered the phone, moving to end the call. "Goodbye, Miss Inoue." Once the phone was safely stowed back inside Shinobu's pocket, they sighed, running their fingers through their hair until they could more earnestly adopt the poise and posture required of the Yaguchi Dojo's heir. "Again, Miss Pekoyama, I deeply regret that intrusion of our scheduled work time. I'll ensure it doesn't happen again." Explanation would only come if Peko desired it, as talking about herself wasn't something that came easily to Shinobu. Miss Inoue wasn't worth remembering, anyway, as she'd likely be gone from her life overmorrow.

Idly, she wondered if Peko had such intrusions. To her knowledge, the other woman wasn't romantically attached, though that knowledge was lacking in certainty. Perhaps that young gentleman she'd been sitting with? He'd seemed displeased enough, though it was possible that was simply his face. Either way, with her looks, Shinobu imagined that Peko was popular enough with men. "It seems to me most prudent that we secure a choice of venue, as all other decisions will logically follow from there." Placing a paper in-between them, she then split the folders into groups. "I've already compiled a loose grouping of potential locations. Perhaps we could begin by sorting through the available data and removing from the pool any unsuitable locations, according to the requirements here, so that we may decide a viable candidate from the remainder?"

#quickdeaths #꒰ ♡ ꒱ you are a weapon and weapons do not weep ╱ peko › delineate !

[hopeds]

He hands Nanami a present, in side the cheap-christmas-y wrapping paper was a game they can both play-- Street Fighter 6. Seems like the artificial hope was into Fighting Games nowadays. Perhaps... They could play together some time? @91cmspoilers

it seems that she's rather fond of the gift she's been given by @91cmspoilers ——— perhaps her fondness for juri in particular comes from the juxtaposition of their two personalities / to put herself in another's shoes, another that is so entirely unlike her ... it certainly makes getting her ass kicked by izuru a bit more worth it [ and yet, somehow, it's entirely worth it to begin with ].

❝ thank you very much, kamukura - kun. i hope ... that we can play together soon. ❞

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ to love means to radiate with inexhaustible light ╱ chiaki › delineate ! #91cmspoilers

[hopeds]

❝ ah ... it's almost christmas. i've been so wrapped up in dreamlight valley that i've been losing track of time. ❞

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ to love means to radiate with inexhaustible light ╱ chiaki › delineate !

[hopeds]

plays so many video game incinerate evry hw 

#꒰ ♡ ꒱ to love means to radiate with inexhaustible light ╱ chiaki › countenance !