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.ghost girl } event

Reality had been tampered with, her very own existence having been compromised in a completely ludicrous manner. It'd happened with clear warning, the heart wrenching memories dealt with but a few days prior having been but a prelude to this. By no means the calm before the storm, it'd simply made her mental state weaker, defenses lowered to allow her emotions to be assaulted by something that much stronger. Such was this existential crisis tearing her asunder.

Her body was beyond her control, flickering in and out of sight howsoever it pleased. It was as though she was an apparition, a deceased individual that remained upon the earth. A being not meant to loiter, an unnatural occurrence of the likes that was frightening, atrocious, unwanted, had caused her skin to turn an ashen shade, the same terror her life caused others scaring her just as much.

Fine tremors coursed throughout her pitiful frame, the heels of her palms pressed against her eyes. Her form was collapsed upon the ground in a small park within the city, and it was there that the tears fell.

The liquid burned a path down her cheeks and a constricted throat struggled to vocalize the agony that came with believing herself to no longer exist. Logic had left with her physical form, common sense smothered by unmanageable loneliness and overwhelming fear. The one that'd always been so strong, that'd always been the foundation that others relied on, now needed someone more than ever. A person to tether her to reality and kind words to reassure her that this wasn't happening wasn't asking for too much after all she'd done for others, was it?

As her sobs escalated in volume they subsequently drowned out the sound of another's approach, too lost in her anguish as she was for her to take notice that the very salvation she sought had found her. Numb to her surroundings, vision blurred by tears with head downcast, unresponsive was the best way in which to describe her. Hopefully this would not deter the other from acting.

#sannkofa #thread: konoha }#thread: event 02 }

.brother of mine } event

To be hated was a horrible thing.

It was much worse when one knew full well that they deserved to be hated, yet all the same it was too painful to be on the receiving end. Vivid images had illustrated her as as unforgivable, as a selfish individual that cared little for the feelings of those whom she should have clung onto with all her strength. The verbal lashing could be considered worse than the physical beatings that'd been a constant, her inconsideration not one without a good reason, but still wrong all the same.

It wasn't as though she understood any of this, these glimpses into a life that was not her own. Still, she acted upon them as naturally as if they were the life she currently lived, guilt encompassing her and causing her to act rashly, a controlled response cast aside in favor of one that was undoubtedly as sincere as it was hasty. The receiver of this outburst of remorse was sure to be befuddled, but that did not matter.

She just couldn't be hated, not by him.

"I - I'm sorry! I never meant to hurt you -- that's .. that's .. not true, but! You know I didn't like hurting you, right!?" Speaking what was surely nonsense, the distressed apology sounded nonetheless. Hands made to grip at the other's shirt, but almost as if burned did she stop when digits brushed the fabric as touching him had only ever brought him pain. Shame quickly intermingled with the desperation on display. "It wasn't you at fault, it was me! I was the one that couldn't change so I took it out on you. I should've never -- Seto, I'm sorry!"

#kyuukoro #thread: seto }#thread: event 02 }

lovers-instead

#.blindfold }

kyuukoro

To: Tsubomi Kido

From: Kousuke Seto

Don't say that! Does this mean you're in Kairos? Maybe you'd like to look around with me?

abdemus

To: Kousuke From: Tsubomi

You can't change the facts..

Sightseeing isn't as important as your pets. I might not be able to help, but I can at least try to find somebody that can.

#kyuukoro #text: seto }

abdemus

.fresh from the fight } closed

bloomingfloret

Petunia leaves work early today, deciding that it would be alright since not a single customer had entered the establishment for an hour at the least. She walks the familiar way back to her apartment; mind flitting through mundane things like what to eat and if she should go out or not later. There’s no reason for such thoughts besides preoccupying her mind with something, already knowing the answer to all the questions she asks herself.

She exhales a tired breath, adjusting the strap of her purse and raising her head so her eyes can see in front of her rather than watching the concrete below. Curious sight catches her eyes, steps ultimately stopping near the entrance of an alleyway. How people quickly glance at the figure and then shuffle off should tell the female not to bother with whoever it was.

Petunia, however, is a curious individual, her curiosity causing more than one problem in the past. Another indulgence wouldn’t hurt, probably. Glancing quickly left and right, the female enters the alley, fingers trailing against the side of whatever building that aided in constructing the passage.

“I get it.” Words spoken mostly to herself once finally getting a clear look at the figure, ultimately noting the fact that said person had the appearance of just coming from a fight. There is no worry – besides common sense telling her to leave and don’t look back, but Petunia is good at ignoring that side of her – as she lowers herself eye level with the stranger.

“You fought someone didn’t you? Hold on.” In a matter of seconds, the female retrieves a napkin from her purse, holding it out to obviously injured person. “That’s all I got right now, but I got a first aid kit back home if you don’t mind the walk.”

abdemus

What had been an attempt to dispel the curiosity surrounding her current state of being had done the opposite, unfortunately. She'd been approached, digits tightening upon the fabric all the more in anticipation for jeers surely to sound, though nothing of the sort breached the stifling silence that'd prevailed for quite some time now. Sympathy had been expressed, understandably surprising considering the petite form of the woman who claimed to be familiar with this happenstance.

It proved genuine though, both the concern and the desire to be of service to an utter stranger based on the offering of wipes for bloodied knuckles. Momentarily caught off guard by how to act in a situation never once found in before, murmured gratitude sounded as the napkins were accepted, pressed against stinging flesh with a gritting of the teeth and head bowed to continue with the obscuring of facial features.

Further aid that stretched well beyond comprehension caused obsidian hues to blink for a moment before gaze ascended without second thought, a countenance wrought by disbelief revealed to the woman's eyes. She simply stared, lips firmly pursed, as if scrutinizing the other in an effort to decide on how to go about this baffling affair. Mouth opened to speak, closed, and then opened again.

"... Do you normally do this?" 'This' referring to inviting suspicious individuals into her humble abode. "You really shouldn't. I mean, I'm fine. Really. I wouldn't do anything, but .. " Left unspoken were the less than acceptable act that the same sort of unsavory individuals she just dealt with would do should the invitation had been extended to them. In fact, those same men were more than likely still within the area.

Spurred into movement at that thought, with a hand braced against the wall for support was her full height was returned to. A passing moment as the teenager collected herself before bruised appendages were hidden in pockets, a nod of the head given. "Alright. I'll take you home. I don't trust those guys to not try something again so soon." Certainly sounding like a roundabout way in which to accept the woman's generosity, it was returned consideration for what had been bestowed upon her, just as genuine if not more.

#bloomingfloret #thread: petunia }

abdemus

.she's the man } mini event

empereor

Soles slide elegantly along tiled flooring in graceful dances, swirling gowns fluttering in twirls and dips. Lavish are the masks that conceal each countenance that brims with gaiety and pulchritude beneath the surface. To an artisan as herself, it is only natural that she basks in the finesse of each figure that flows about her own, petite figure. Lips swathed in a roseate hue upturn in the swelling of her observations whilst viridescent hues surrounded in blackened decor scan the exuberant throng.

Ah, that is until they lay upon a crowded corner, tufts of gold swaying in the curious tilt of her head. Girls, dressed in the finest fabrics, huddle about another donning that of a blackened suit. The alabaster mask does well to hinder any onlookers to her interest, only gentle thud of onyx boots signaling any desire to partake in this situation of intrigue. One step further is all it takes before she veils herself in what is soon to be a outstanding performance, pressing herself into the horde of women.

❝Alas, doth mine eyes deceive?❞ Gallant speech drips from her tongue, causing several to turn in look of who it is that speaks up so dauntless. Many release excited gasps, projecting their same misconceptions of gender unto her, perchance believing it is they to whom the newly arrived male clad in carmine addresses. ❝This corner is East, thus it appears I am drawn to the rising sun!❞

Compliments continue, eyes watching as her hand reaches forward in invitation. Not to the beauties that gaggle around, but to the object of their earlier affections. ❝Come, shall I honour you with a dance about this room?❞ With no time given for a response, lithe fingers take hold to tug the mistaken male through with no hesitance. Leaving several of the strangers in utmost bewilderment, wondering if they had just lost their Prince Charming to that of another.

abdemus

Riddled by appraising remarks spoken with thinly-veiled desire, Shakespearean-esque dialogue resounded clearly among the chatter of the over zealous gaggle of women. Obsidian pupils turned towards the concealed visage of what was undoubtedly a woman donned in attire befitting the opposite gender just as she herself was. A comrade in arms, so to speak, apprehension was replaced with a gratifying sense of relief at the welcomed realization that she was not alone in this.

Body was still relatively tense in spite of this, a deplorable amount of hesitation causing her gaze to avert from that of her savior's. Dwelling within insecurities or childish fears were not permitted as the golden haired woman ensnared the youth's digits before having received a proper response to the invitation of dance. The impromptu action made the younger's gait to be unsteady, but it was not as awkward as the expression upon the girl's face, an odd mixture of embarrassment and shame, the latter a result of her own incapability to handle the situation herself.

Under the belief that the proffered dance had been but a ruse to escape the cooing crowd, for the floor to be the set destination had cheeks darken. The rosy hue was a marvelous compliment, as was the older woman's desire to partake in the activity with her. Dancing was just a tad too much for her, though. It required a certain amount of grace of the likes in which she was absolutely certain she did not possess, a laughable attempt on her part something she'd prefer to do without.

Drawing their forms to a complete stop by planting heels firmly upon the ground, the fearis haired teenager awkwardly cleared her throat. "T - thanks ... for that," she began, fingers reflexively shifting within the older's hold. "I couldn't have done it without you, but ... this should be enough. There's no reason to monopolize your time. You should get back to who you came with." An attempt to not cause offense to be taken at the rejection, returning the woman's good will with rudeness would be simply horrible.

Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, there was no choice but to wait for release as pulling her hand free would be ill-mannered. Still, ever self-concious, being in this situation certainly did not help matters as a completely collected disposition was impossible when physical contact was in the equation. Not that it was entirely unwelcome, it was simply not something entirely accustomed to, circumstances notwithstanding.

#empereor #thread: nero }#thread: mini event }

headphoneacted

▶ end of the game || takane + kido

headphoneacted

An grouchy huff escapes Takane’s mouth before she can stifle it; left with no suitable rejoinder to her friend’s comments, she lifts her hands from the joystick and buttons, shoves them into the pockets of her school sweater, and mumbles defensively, “It’s not an obsession…”

Her words are a complete lie, and she knows it. Something about the game has drawn her back to this console time and again, spurring her on to run faster and dodge every obstacle. It’s partly a desire to beat the game once and for all—she’s never taken defeat well, and this game is no exception—but she needs to know why the protagonist of Headphone Actor is running. Sure, she wants to escape the end of the world. That’s obvious. But the cutscenes sprinkled throughout the game leave her wondering about a lot of things: what’s on the other side of the hill? Why is the girl so intent on reaching her destination? Why does she hear her own voice through her headphones?

Takane has several questions about the game, but it looks like she’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out the answers. The look Kido is giving her brooks no room for argument: they are leaving this arcade, come hell or high water. She supposes that leaving now wouldn’t be so bad. She’s out of change, anyway, and she hasn’t spent any quality time with her friend since Headphone Actor hit the arcade a couple of weeks ago.

"Hanging out sounds good," she nods. Picking up her bag once more, she reluctantly turns her back on the game. Its chiptune melody follows her as she trails behind Kido; they wind their way through the arcade, passing countless buzzing and flashing machines. Finally, the two girls emerge from the darkened interior of the arcade; temporarily blinded by the sun’s brightness, she squints for a moment until the outside world comes into focus.

"So, where are we headed?"

abdemus

Denial quite obviously deeply ingrained within the addict's being, acceptance of the depth of the obsession was not currently integral to proceed. All that was necessary was an ability to temporarily break away from the source for an extended period of time. A breather, if you will. As fortune would have it, the ebony wearing elder did just so with marginal, but still very real, exaggeration. It'd been duly expected as there was simply no changing Takane.

Still, mumbled objections aside, lips quirked into a subtle smile. It took everything to not embarrass herself by grinning wide at being able to spend time together, the fearis haired teenager opting to coolly nod in return before navigating throughout the shadowed enclosure in search of blinding sunlight. It didn't take nary a minute at all for eyes to adjust as she'd spent less time in the darkened building and so rather than have to deal with a prolonged wait was she capable of posing her suggestion.

"W - well .. I don't know if it's something you'd be interested in, but there's a party store near here. We could check it out?" Not fully confident in this being the optimal way in which to spend their time together, after the incident at the mall involving a horrific reptilian creature she was hesitant to go there again quite so soon. "Checking out what they have at this time of year would be something. Unless you have a better idea?"

More than open to suggestions, the final decision would fall on the other.

#headphoneacted #thread: takane }

wwsanvvs-blog

to: tsubomi from: eridan

a course you fuckin do

wwhy else wwould wwe be havvin this promotion

wwere not doin it for shits an giggles

abdemus

To: Eridan From: Tsubomi

Huh.

Wouldn't no strings attached be smarter?

Use the donuts to generate interest in the store. Like baiting fish.

#wwsanvvs #text: eridan }

melopoeian

To: Tsubomi Kido From: Kaworu Nagisa

[txt.] You might not remember me, but I'm that boy you helped with a bloody nose that one day. [txt.] I feel like I didn't properly thank you for dealing with me at the time, which was very considerate of you. [txt.] Anyways, I was wondering if you'd maybe like to get together sometime whenever you see fit of course.

abdemus

To: Kaworu From: Tsubomi

It's hard to forget someone who uses tampons like toilet paper.

I'd be fine with meeting up, but it's really not necessary. I helped because I wanted to. I didn't really give you a choice.

If you're dead set on this though, there's really nothing I can do to stop you.

#melopoeian #text: kaworu }

wwsanvvs-blog

to: ??? from: eridan

its donut day

the cafe i wwork at is givvin one free donut per customer

come get one or wwhatevver

abdemus

To: ?? From: Tsubomi

Per customer?

Do we have to buy something before we can have the donut?

#wwsanvvs #text: eridan }

kyuukoro

To: All Contacts

From: Kousuke Seto

Is anyone currently in Paralia? I don't think I'll be able to get back for a while and really need a favor!

abdemus

To: Kousuke From: Tsubomi

I'm .....

I'm useless to you.

#kyuukoro #text: seto }

.ignorance is bliss } drabble

Love confessions contained within a letter and secretly placed into the locker of the recipient was a rather cowardly way of conveying the feelings held for that person. Being on the receiving end of a surprise of this form of disclosure was a foreign affair as her formidable reputation was incredibly off putting. It was fair to say that because of that it was reasonably astonishing to find a parcel that had not previously been there.

#drabble: mini event }#frw mini event

tsukiyma

Kido Tsubomi / Episode 5

#.blindfold }

( ˘ ³˘)❤ ah yes please dont dislocate my shoulder in the process

4. The cheek kiss.

Birthdays were celebratory events in which the affection that’s harbored for the recipient is to be made abundantly clear. The usual method was by procuring a gift that coincided with their preferences, another being present to gather about the cake to sing a birthday song. This togetherness contributed in displaying how dear the person was, but these were not the sole ways in which to show one cared.

It was an almost out of character approach that the woman pursued, an unusual take on going about showing that the strained friendship did not diminish the bond between them. Usually much too bashful to even consider acting out in this embarrassing manner, with enough backing had she cornered the male once the festivities had reached a conclusion. The suddenness caused fright, the out of sorts male vulnerable enough for her to press onward.

Holding the male in place to disallow any squirming, strands of fearis fell over her shoulder with the downward inclination of her head. Soft lips gingerly pressed to the flesh of the male’s cheek, the contact rather brief as there was a desire to see the comical expression upon the blond’s countenance that this surely brought. It was there, eyes widened by bemused shock, a crimson hue bleeding into his complexion.

With a smirk forming, she spoke up. ”Happy Birthday, Shuuya.”

#eyedeluding #.answered }#i'm glad i procrastinated so long this really worked out for his birthday!!

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5. The peck.

It was a surreal position to be found in.

Arms were wound about her waist in a daring fashion, body drawn into an uncomfortably close proximity with the last person she’d ever consider being even moderately intimate with. A cocksure smirk was affixed to the male’s lips, arrogance oozing from his pores, this blatant display of confidence an every day sight but not from this perspective. Laying hands upon her in this manner differed greatly from the usual exchange of blow, it would be too much to ask for it to simply end there.

Golden hues held a glint of something dangerous, unsettling her even further than the sudden embrace. Liberation having been desired since the moment the male had begun this baffling approach, she was more than prepared to forcefully garner it; the dipping of the male’s head only triggered the assault all the sooner.

Body reeled back and out of the hold, but sprang forward immediately afterwards with fingers curled into a tight fist. It smashed unforgivably into the nose of her harasser and caused blood to spurt outwards, the punishment just as swift as it’d been painful. Perhaps next time Kuroha would reconsider touching her without permission.

#kuronah #.answered }

( ˘ ³˘)❤

1. The forehead kiss.

When a child obtained a minor injury it was commonplace for them to cry. Often times, it lasted for but a minute, not even a band aid required for them to return to their fun as if nothing had happened. Adults handled wounds like this without the waterworks or any drama as the pain really wasn’t all that bad. Unfortunately, it seemed that not all those that were legal did this.

Not having expected for a skinned knee to have reduced Konoha to this pitiful state, it’d left the woman drawing a blank as to how to bring a close to this. She was without a band aid or any sort of gauze to stem the light blood flow and all attempts at vocally smoothing over this problem had ended in failure. In the end, her last resort was acted upon, digits brushing aside ivory bangs to allow lips to make brief contact with the male’s forehead.

Understandably a tad bit embarrassed for using what was known as an incredibly affectionate gesture, it was meant to bring calmness, to comfort the male and nothing more. That was the exact message that got across, the tears that’d stained pale cheeks wiped away and a brave, yet somewhat shaky, smile earned for her efforts. Such was a blessing as, quite frankly, the girl did not have it in herself to repeat the action again.

#sannkofa #.answered }

( ˘ ³˘)❤

3. The hand kiss.

An overactive imagination often spurred forth a desire for a rendition of the fantastical stories thought about by the younger girl to take place. Humoring a request to take upon the role of a pseudo knight in armor in order to breath life into the fictitious tale, a daring rescue had the teenager set forth on to reclaim the breathtaking princess rumored to be secretly betrothed to the humble solider that she was.

It was a rather childish story, one no doubt inspired by the talk of chivalry touched upon in History class that very morning. Even so, the part was played with expertise, a great deal of finesse present while ‘slaying’ the beast that’d held the royal figure captive.

Afterwards, in show of respect was knee bent as a hand gently collected a daintier one. Head bowed for lips to softly press to the back of it, obsidian peering upwards as this was done. Nothing more than an overdone finale that would surely satiate the girl’s wishes for quite some time, the curtain would fall once the last scripted words were recited.

“You’re safe now, my lady.”

#sheepcoated #.answered }

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