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@acrobct-blog
Hi guys, I’m sort of alive. But I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be revamping this girl. that means new icons, new theme etc !! so hopefully that will motivate me into being back here again. also blame @moongrail for this return too.
sorry fam, i might not be able to be around tonight or for a bit as one of my kitties passed away ( and i don’t know if it was tonight or yesterday honestly ) but i just wanted to keep you guys updated. and replies will happen when i can stop crying maybe idk.
@millenniumpharaoh
Hearing the door open she perks up from her spot on the couch. it looked like he was home !! perfect timing she was getting bored waiting. ❝ Ah ! welcome home !! oh man it took you long enough to --- oh !! is that dinner ? ❞ she questions, sniffing the air a little and looking over at him with a grin on her face and a sign that the other knew well enough that he was probably going to have to share said dinner. ❝ So what’s cookin’, good lookin’ ? ❞ She adds as she leans up onto the back of the couch to try and peer into whatever he has from where she was ( and failing ).
Hi, tumblr. some of you know me as nook, some of you know me as @sesshcmaru or @forzia. So it’s time for me to reveal a dark secret, one that I need help for before I become so desperate that even stupid solutions seem desirable. I am a victim of emotional and mental abuse at the hands of my parents. People who were meant to raise me who instead kept me and still keep me prisoner in my own home. My mother is a narcissist, gas-lighting and lying constantly in order to keep her need for power and control well-fed. She steals from me, threatens me with suicide if i say ‘no’ to her, tells me that if i ever leave she’ll just ‘die’, and then turns around and tells neighbors and friends how worthless i am, how much she wishes i would just leave. she never let me learn how to drive because she knew that i would leave. even now, she makes up excuses for why i can’t learn. she can’t drive me. she can’t drive me to work because she doesn’t feel like it. lately, I’ve taken up requests for theme backgrounds and icons and the like– and even now i find myself unable to finish several of them. because the strain from the amount of stress i’m under makes it impossible for me to function. Many of you have read and responded to the things that my mother has done to me. I post about it rarely, but sometimes in detail on the dash. This time she’s stolen something precious to me, something I needed for my degree in anthropology as a symbol of what I wanted to do with my life. Something she doesn’t approve of. This is only a week after Bo, a service animal, nearly died.
Rp has always been a hobby to escape. To become someone else. To put my feelings aside and my life aside and live, for a moment, as someone who has their shit together. It is sad and lonely, but it is the truth. Two of my sisters ran away from her abuse about seven years ago. I have dreamed of nothing more than doing the exact same thing. I haven’t heard from them since.
But there is a glimmer of hope. A close friend has offered me a place to stay in the state of Arizona. She has offered to rent a uhaul truck, break her lease and help me and my three dogs find a place to live. That person is Brooklyn, @shouxryuuxha, who i have known in the rp community for several years. The thing is, I need money to help pay for gas and also to help us get an apartment. What I make working isn’t enough to cover it when most of my check goes toward keeping my mother at bay. So, at the request of several of my friends and at the sake of my pride ( i hate asking for help. it feels dirty. it means i have to open myself up to people for them to see the parts of my life that are dark and narrow and frightening.) i have come to ask you all for help. please, donate what you can. I can try to pay you back someway, someday. But I need a safe place. I need respite. I need to live.
Please donate anything you can to my paypal at [email protected]. Include your url in the note and I will personally come and thank you, and try to do anything i can to repay the favor.
WAH. When you can’t decide who to make. do i go for another tomboy like ritsu ? or someone more feminine like mio ? aaaaaah.
《 odd boy 》:
[ @acrobct ]
“Eheh….Sorry for running into you—- I’m running on 4 cups of coffee and 2 hours of sleep.” He attempted to scrounge up the papers the two of them had dropped. It was getting difficult to tell whose belonged to who.
Did she just hear him right ? Four cups of coffee and two hours of sleep ? Yikes ! That sounded like a stunt she’d pull to get a project done. But watching him attempt to scrounge up the papers she merely shrugged at his apology. He was lucky she wasn’t holding coffee or something breakable with her. ❝ Eh, It’s fine. I wasn’t really paying attention anyway. ❞ Jun voiced as she grabbed what she THOUGHT was her papers for her next class from the taller boy. She hadn’t seen him around before -- or had she ? She tended to be around such an odd crowd that she hardly really remembered the people she saw in her classes. ❝ You should probably find someplace to nap before you pass out standing though, you don’t look so good. ❞ . She added looking him over better, she would of suggested coffee but the boy had drank enough that he should of been wired enough. Maybe he was just used to it ? or immune ? Either way she knew the boy needed sleep and that was what she had planned to do after her class while waiting for her last class. ❝ I recommend the big oak on the north side, great napping place. ❞ She adds, as she gets the last of her papers and makes a move to be on her way -- unless he wanted more from her ?
hakcryuu:
I should probably stop making more blogs, but heyo guys ! Would you all kindly like / reblog if you guys wouldn’t mind interacting with a cute dork ! ( kija from akatsuki no yona ). He’s still a little bit under co for his about, but he’s ready and open for interaction otherwise !
When you have 25mins left until it’s your b-day. aaaaaah.
lareiira:
“I’m sorry, WHAT is this about panties made out of dead animals?!”
Dammit, she didn’t need Ves knowing about this too. ❝ Some perverted boy wanted me to put on panties that were made of dead rats, I thought about it ‘cause he was cute, but I turned him DOWN by the end. ❞
halfbredson:
“You know it’s true love when bae is willing to wear panties with real animal heads on them for your birthday.”
❝I SAID I MIGHT CONSIDER IT. I NEVER AGREED TO THIS !! ❞
《 strange kid 》:
@acrobct is kind of strange, honestly
Class had run late and Goten had found himself stepping out onto the streets of West City as the sun was starting to set. Being out that late wasn’t really a problem for him, but it was enough to have him letting out a small sigh. There was still the flight all the way back to Mount Pazou– or he could suck it up and go to Capsule Corp to spend the night. He always had a room there… but that didn’t mean he wanted to have to always fall back on them.
His held was tilted back to stare up at the sky. It should’ve been a full moon and the sky should have been dusted with stars, but he could barely make anything out. City pollution and all that. As badly as he wanted to move out from his home, that would be what he missed the most. Well. That and the woods that were practically at his back door.
He must have been distracted to not notice he was no longer alone. Goten blinked as he lowered his gaze to see a… a girl. Jeans, ripped leather jacket– a punk girl, for sure. Punk or not, though, it was late for her to be out.
Late for him to be out but, y’know, hard to ever be concerned when you held the power to easily blow up the planet inside of you.
“Miss- you okay?” Concerned was immediate emotion that spurred him forward, trotting over to where she was. “Are you lost?”
She had been searching the streets to try and find her target -- with no such luck. Leave it to her to pick someone that was so HARD to find. Usually they were super easy to spot and go after but this time she was having a little trouble. Though it honestly never hurt to take a small detour, and thus she had gotten herself a sweet. However as she walked the streets when it had started to become less populated ( and she was considering returning for the night to get some sleep ) she heard someone call out to her. ❝ Hm ? ❞ JunJun blinked as she looked from her sweet over towards a dark haired teen trotting over towards her direction. She had to glance around for a moment to make sure he wasn’t talking to SOMEONE else as she knew as eye catching as she was. People hardly wanted anything to do with her -- something about ‘ punk girls are no good ‘ and ‘ careful she may steal your money ‘ which was silly ideas as when she was on a job she didn’t steal any-- okay maybe the last was true. But how else was she to get currency of this city ? actually get a job ? nah, that was for ADULTS. ❝ Ah, yeah I’m lost. I’m not too familiar with this city. ❞ . She responded ( she wasn’t ) but the boy didn’t need to know this. Better play the innocent lady card and see where this would take her. If he was planning to be some good citizen then perhaps maybe he had GOOD DREAMS too ? It was hard to tell sometimes from a first glance but well even if she couldn’t find her target it didn’t mean she couldn’t look for another one in the mean time right ? And depending on things perhaps maybe this teen could very well be this other target. ❝ Would you mind, uh, helping me find my way back ? you seem really strong and I heard there were some no good punks around here. ❞ She added as though she herself wasn’t classified as one of those no good punks she just talked about. It was her first time playing the DAMSEL IN DISTRESS sort of card as it was never really her forte. But perhaps this teen wouldn’t know and just go along with it. Though from looking him over she WASN’T wrong about him looking strong -- well not as strong as say a wrestler or someone but he looked like he may not exactly be a wimp in a fight. However, guys liked it when girls complimented how strong they were right ? so really that was what her plan was -- let his guard down and see where this went.
watching this video ( akatsuki no yona spoilers ahead, view at your own risk ) has seriously got me considering another muse. I mean I had planned on making a muse from this series before, but things kept getting in the way. maybe now i could make kija and be a sheltered dork haha.
when you want to join a crew, but you know little about the fandom and the series ( rather have watched only 6 episodes of it ). rip.
《reika 》:
–––·* ❀ ⧼ Ella ⧽:
–––·* ❀ ⧼ Goten ⧽:
Porn always makes so many things look good. That, and harem animes. You know the ones. One guy living with multiple girls, and all of them clamoring for his attention. They would compete for his affection and try to outdo each other and the end result was the man practically living in heaven because of it.
Goten wanted to find each and every person who helped to propagate that myth and strangle them with their own intestines.
Currently he was standing with his arms out, forced to hold a pose lest he find himself stabbed with one of the needles that Ella was using to pin the outfit he was wearing in place. A small hum here, a light hmm there, and-
“Ow!”
It didn’t really hurt, but the slight jab was enough to make Goten jump. It was punctuated with the sound of a door shutting, and he didn’t bother glancing over– it was either Jun or Ceres coming home. “Please make Ella stop abusing me.” Words that would fall onto deaf ears.
She had to make the coat look just right as they were the hardest thing for Ella to make, that and hats, but she always tried with hats because there was one person she thought looked adorable in them. Especially berets. Or when her L O N G hair was styled up and had on a miniature top hat decked with flowers. Really, she looked good in anything and Ella always seemed to have the hardest time telling her so. Being distracted she misplaced a pin and jumped when Goten yelped. “Je suis vraiment désolée, Goten!” A slight flush appeared across her cheeks as she righted the pin and began to adjust the hem.
She wanted to prove herself to the college, to show them that they didn’t make a mistake in choosing her to come to their prestigious academy but she always felt like she wasn’t working hard enough. When she heard the door open she didn’t turn until she heard Goten call out to their roommates. She counted in her head as she turned, focused, to make sure her heart wouldn’t jump in her throat as she looked towards the pink-haired woman first. It was a quick glance as Ella waved to them both and turned back, growing quiet as she focused on the coat. She always seemed to grow tongue-tied around Reika and had, instead, found staying quiet was better for her. “I’m not abusing you, you just have a better frame than the mannequin and you can at least raise your arms when I ask you to so I know the sleeves are movable.” She sighed and leaned back, finally happy with the product. “I’m done now. Just be careful taking it off, I still have to finish the left sleeve.
❛ Did… you hear an ‘ow’ just now? ❜ Reika asked the female beside her as the two entered their dorm room together. The pinkette already knew what was happening before the male of the house begged to be saved. As she approached the two, Reika couldn’t help but to smile at the shenanigans that was taking a place. ❛ Never a dull moment here, is there? – – Goten, you should be honored to be used by the lovely Ella. I’m kind of jealous, ❜ she teased, giving a small wink towards the blonde.
Reika never thought she would be in Italy of all places. Especially for college. In truth, she knew she was good enough to get into this school, which is why she gave in the effort in the first place. But when she woke up in the mornings, it still surprised her that she was waking up in Italy. ❛ I don’t know about any of you, but I am starving. Class was rough and I need a breather. Are you all too busy or can we finally have a meal together? Just us four. ❜
@acrobct ❀
Did she hear an ‘ ow ‘ just now ? That was a good question. Glancing from Reika over to where she did indeed hear said noise she looked curious as she entered the doom room with the other. She herself had a small bruise or two on her arms, a small mark on her cheek but if anyone knew her well enough they should be asking the condition of the OTHER person that had been involved in the fight -- or who she picked a fight with. ❝ Hm, yeah. I heard it. ❞ Jun voiced as she let her gaze fall on the scene before her -- Goten being by the looks of things used as a mannequin for their resident fashion designer. Okay, she knew she wasn’t one yet but Jun was aware of how hard the girl worked on her designs that she may as well be one. Upon hearing Reika’s comment followed by Goten’s ‘ help me ‘ she merely gave a small shrug in response. She wasn’t able to help him, if she did it would be her swapping places with him she was sure. ❝ Can’t help you, it’s either you or me being stuck like that and Ella choose you. Besides I don’t think Ella would want me bloodying up any of her fabric. ❞ . She added, giving a gesture to her wounds that she had that were indeed BLEEDING as she had yet to treat them. Part of the reason she had come back to the dorm -- and then Reika found her and things went from there. Though it didn’t take her long before she headed to the bathroom connected to her room -- the place itself as well as her room was something she wasn’t sure she could get used to. It was huge. And she herself was a simple sort of girl who could live with things being less .. extravagant might be the best word. But alas this was how the school had designed their dorms and she had no say on how it was going to be ( except maybe some of the interior in her own room that is ). When she got there she took her shirt off and started going about treating her own wounds ( before ella could start fretting over her ) , perking up at the mention of food. She poked her head out just as her stomach let out a growl signaling that she was indeed hungry -- despite being only in her bra. ❝ I’m starving too, so I’m down for a meal together. Did we want to eat out ? or make something ? ❞ Jun questioned before returning back to her bathroom to finish cleaning and bandaging herself up -- before she got scolded for walking around shirtless.
《 CERECERE 》:
❛ Hmmm? ❜ CereCere questioned her sister as she continued to water her flowers. A bored sigh escaped her as she started to answer, ❛ Oh, you know, you just — — ❜ Wait. What? The pinkette practically swung her body towards the other
❛ Wh – ❜ CereCere went over to her sister and placed the back of her hand on the other’s forehead. ❛ Are you feeling ill, sister? Do you need sleep? …. Or are you sleep walking? ❜ With the squirt bottle still in her other hand from just watering her plants, she sprayed Jun’s face to make sure she was okay. Truth be told, she never would have guessed Jun to ask such a question, hence her absurd way of showing she was worried.
OKAY, so maybe asking her sister while she was still holding the squirt bottle she used to water her plants hadn’t been the best idea. But she didn’t expect to feel CereCere’s hand against her forehead and then get sprayed with WATER ! ! ❝ Eh !? What the hell sis ! ❞ She exclaimed, moving a hand up to wipe her face from the water and frown towards her sister as she thought over the words her sister had said. Her ill ? She didn’t think so, but maybe that might be what she was feeling lately. That she just wasn’t feeling well. ❝ I’m not ill -- that I know of anyway, and no I don’t need sleep nor am I sleep walking ! I just wanted to know how you know if you like someone. ❞ . She states now looking a tad unsure as she looks from her sister to her feet then back up at her sister. Maybe she was right -- maybe she was ill. That could explain why her heart did this weird thing and her stomach reacted funny too ! Compared to her she knew her sister knew more about romance then she ever did ( what she knew was from books ). ❝ Unless I really am ill. Do I look okay ? I mean I don’t feel ill right now -- but maybe what I’m feeling is just some sort of sickness. Am I going to be okay ? ❞
@lavishqrown
❝ Ne, CereCere ? ❞ Jun questions, looking a tad bit unsure if she really wants to ask this before continuing. It couldn’t be that bad of a thing to ask -- besides she was sure her sister would know the answer to her dilemma anyhow. ❝ How do you know if you like someone ?. Like really like someone ? ❞ There may or may not be someone she’s thinking of when she asks this, but depending on her sisters answer it could just be something like indigestion she’s feeling for all she knows. As personally she’s never experienced anything like love or liking someone before -- that she’s aware of at least.
halfbredson:
“I-it was gnawing on you or coveting you or Ceres or Ella and it just! Seemed like-!”
No. No no this was going to be twisted around and taken the wrong way and he didn’t actually want to own her, it was just– With the options he had been given-
“Kami no, you’re not a pet or a cat!” There was no winning for him, was there?
❝ Seemed like I was the better option to be owned ? ❞ Please try and help her understand your thought process on this boy, as she’s trying not to assume anything at the moment. Though being owned as a pet didn’t seem all that bad the more she thought about it. Despite him telling her she wasn’t a pet or a cat. ❝ So you don’t want to own or keep me as a pet ?. ❞ She questions, unsure if he does or not. If he does -- well she may be looking at him with a different light now and wondering just how kinky he really is. ❝ If you did, I’d at least ask you to buy me dinner or ask me on a date first. ❞
