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dnangelic · 3 months
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skipping into danger together btw 👍
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espectres · 4 months
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@kirakiras: put them in the hot pink rc barbie convertible and chauffeur them around
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❝ ... We're not doing that. ❞
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chuchuscoolhat · 5 months
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@kirakiras replied ; he is so square shaped..
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/ HELPRELFPE HE IS SO SQUARE SHAPED UR RIGHTTTTT!!, tho on the manga his hair is rounder
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darabeatha · 1 month
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@kirakiras replied ; grabbing his ahoge honestly
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ㅤㅤㅤGHAGH!? ❝ w―w-w-w- wait a second, dearest lady of my hea―Kimi! GAh! wait wait ! Aha...hahaha... this... This can be discussed! I assure you―! ❞
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incubabe · 2 months
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⭐️⭐️⭐️
@kirakiras
For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.
Kiki is among the sacred and special few allowed to control the aux cord. This is a privilege but also grim responsibility.
The conflict concerning who gets the good starburst flavors has almost erupted into a proper war multiple times. Not only who gets what, but regarding what flavor of starburst is the best.
Riley has Kicks’ actual full name on her phone entirely in case she legitimately forgets it.
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quickdeaths · 6 months
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@kirakiras
Kiyomi could think for days about what exactly was happening when the world froze around her and still never really get it. The raindrops were hung in the air like little crystals, undisturbed unless she stuck out her tongue to catch them. There was a salaryman at the bus stop, too, smoking a cigarette, and the smoke was coiled up at the end, unmoving. Yet, when Kiyomi clapped her hands, she could still hear the sound, even though she remembered something from science class about sound waves traveling.
Either way, she'd been standing around for five minutes (although, with her phone clock not updating, who knew, really) with time not starting back up, and even if that didn't affect what time she'd get home, or any of her other daily tasks, it was boring. At first, she'd tried to stay still when things froze, so that anyone looking near her wouldn't notice anything out of the ordinary afterwards, but she'd since given it up. People were good at rationalizing things that were hard to explain. Or, maybe she was just getting too comfortable with all of this.
A few blocks from the bus stop, there was a girl in cute clothes on the sidewalk, standing - in Kiyomi's opinion - too close to the road when it was raining so hard. As far as she could tell, the girl was about to be punished for that decision, as a nearby cab was likely to run over a puddle and probable splash her. At one time, Kiyomi would have left that alone, but it was, maybe, another sign of how comfortable she was getting in this weird existence that she put her hands on the other girl's shoulders and began to tug her to the side, making sure to always keep her hands in places where she could say 'Sorry, I was trying to help' if time unfroze and not seem like a creep.
"It's a good thing some weird guy can't do this," she mumbled to herself, moving the other girl's leg so that she wouldn't immediately stumble. Letting go, she nodded as she made sure the position wasn't too unnatural, and then moved around to her side to walk her back. It was a lot of trouble to go through, but as someone who liked cute clothes herself, she knew that she'd hate if something like that outfit got soaked through by road water. Just a little further back would probably be fine.
Unfortunately for Kiyomi, she didn't have time for a little further back, as the sound of rain on the ground signaled time resuming its regular flow. One hand was still on the other girl's shoulder, as though she'd tugged her back from the edge of the sidewalk, and from where she was standing, Kiyomi could be thankful that, to the girl herself, it probably seemed like Kiyomi had just stepped over from somewhere else, instead of magically appeared in front of her vision. Of course, that was about all she could be thankful for, as the car driving over the puddle splattered water up on the sidewalk - the other girl and her outfit unharmed, but Kiyomi herself immediately drenched. "Pyuh!" Stumbling back, she let go of the girl's shoulder, both hands up and eyes closed as water dripped down the entire front side of her school uniform.
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deiscension · 5 months
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@kirakiras replied to your post “It's very important for me to say this and explain...”:
holding her hand back ;-;
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      ⌜◈⌟    ▌ ── 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰, Shi Qingxuan's fingers curl 'round her companion's in a featherlight squeeze. "What a lovely fit! Good for ambling about together, don't you think?"
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aphomic · 5 months
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@kirakiras replied ; he looks so misery I want to put him in a terrarium
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/ ACTUALLY I think he would like that a lot! D.oppo canonically likes houseplants and taking care of them, so add to that a desolate lil corner where everything is calm and surrounded by plants?? SIGN HIM U P
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pressurebrew · 9 months
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@kirakiras slendermans
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❝ I know of no man whose last name is 'Slendermans'. ❞
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phantasmaw · 11 months
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♢*   —  @kirakiras  ​/  '𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝' 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫
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   〈✟*〉 "Sometimes, I think I'd eventually like to open a bookstore of my own," Gael says slowly. He sits cross-legged in the grass with a book held tenderly in his ashen hands (a fantasy romance, since Kimi had suggested it). Though he itches to open the cover and begin devouring intricate plotlines and lovers sharing kisses before battle, he can't quite bring himself to. It makes him feel... uncertain. Restless. So he closes his eyes and pictures what he wants.
     "I'd have a little bakery in it, too. Fresh banana bread every day." His favorite to make and eat and share. It paired well with coffee or tea and a good book- or good company. Now he wishes he had made some to share. Next time. In his lap, a pale flame dancing on his fingertips licks over the bookcover. Next time. He opens his mouth to say he'll make some for them when they meet up again and they can both bring their books to read, but then the stench of burning chokes something else out of his mouth instead. "--Other times, I think I'd rather burn it all to the ground again."
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005mins · 1 year
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@kirakiras​ replied ; as was norm during the Y2K years, do you think he's also made his own webpage and it's floating out there somewhere on neocities?
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/  he didn’t make one back then when he was a kid, but if you asked him now, he would sit next to u and watch u make one instead
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dnangelic · 5 months
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@kirakiras : i mean he just seems like he'd say something like 'the cold doesn't bother me' standing a dark spot in a blanket of white and kimi would be like 'ok.' (wont touch him then ig. what if she melts his cool facade.)
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espectres · 4 months
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@kirakiras sent:
"It's a bit strange. Most citrus fruit is in peak season during the winter, yet they're often related to the summer season. I wonder how that came to be." Thoughts spoken out loud while peeling a tangerine and releasing its scent into the surrounding air. -citrus enjoyer vs citrus disliker 
THE SMELL IS STINGING, he can only twitch his nose in pure disgust as the scent wafts through the air, he could never pin point why, but something about the sour fruit felt like all their kind didn't belong in a diet for humans to eat.
And he is sick and tired of telling everyone over and over that he simply is and probably will always hate them. He buries his face onto his arms instead, resting against the wood of the kotatsu they huddled around. Even if he disliked the stench, he was far too comfortable and warm to move a muscle away. 
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" Don't know, don't care. " He waves up a dismissive hand, no further effort to move. " It's a weird stupid fruit that's why. "
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hiruinonai · 1 year
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   ❝ You mean this cloak? Objects don’t hold that much of a sentimental value to me, what symbolism this old dusty cloak once carried is now long burried, and everyone who once shared a semblance of common ground一 Well, let’s say we’ve all already parted ways in one way or the other. ❞  Despite his words, despite the logical yet detached front Saito was attempting to convince both of them of, the fondness lingering behind his tired eyes is inevitable, and a wave of nostalgia washes over him quietly, like waves crashing against the shore, returning back again and again. A short sigh follows by as he digs his index finger through the hole of the sleeve. ❝ Change is inevitable and fate is such a curious lil thing ... Well, none of that matters right now. It’s not like this haori will come back to wack us both with a stick❞
@kirakiras​ from ; X  
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darabeatha · 2 months
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Oh no...... Oh no― That look... She must be horrified over such mediocrity!! she must think he's some kind of.... some kind of freak!! insensitive and ignorant to basic living organisms' needs! a useless freak at that! how could it have slipped to him that she would need a gourmet restaurant inside the castle!? what an idiot! how embarrassing!
And off he goes with his giant ruler to his workshop!
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❝ ―REMODELATIONS shall be finished in the bat of an eye!! ❞
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incubabe · 5 months
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"If you slit my throat tonight I'm gonna have a hard time forgiving you for that."
@kirakiras buzzfeed unsolved meme.
"Relax, Kimitoes. My superior physique makes smothering a much more likely a means of disposal." Sure, Kimi was fitter by most reasonable metrics, but she was also nearly a full foot shorter. Mighty infernal heft and a pillow would carry the hypothetical and frankly unlikely day. "Besides. We're guests. It'd be a dog move to kill someone while visitin'. Imagine the cleanup." Contemplative, she accepted a passed-over piece of taffy (exhausting the bag), flicked the turn signal to hook into the evening's stay.
"Hey. Normal question." Should've asked this at any point during the lead-up, not now, as the old house came into view and Riley's barely respectable car shuddered to a relieved stop. "Normal question friends ask: can you see ghosts?"
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