YOU ARE SCUM

YOU ARE SCUM

[ado-nis]

1: What does their bedroom look like?

Kanra is a neat freak in the way that it REALLY bothers her if things are out of place or not wherever the fuck she put them. she gets really paranoid of people breaking into her house and stealing her shit so she always makes sure things are in the right place. her bedroom is just lots of modern furniture and salvador dali art

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

Rituals are kind of boring to her because she hates normality and patterns. She tries to spice it up every once in a while, but she always does her morning routine the same

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

She actually really hates any kind of physical labor (it's like torture to her) but parkour is the only kind she enjoys. that's kind of like working out i think

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Probably just push everyone out of the way because she's fucking hungry (or make someone else do it)

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

She always makes sure her hair is straight and silky, and she's really anal about her dental health and ESPECIALLY HER SKIN. she wants that little pale glow in her complexion u kno so she washes her face like 3 times a day

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

Mostly just sushi and fruit and tea. she really doesnt eat much but she likes to eat healthy and she hates junk food

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

She loves to watch people of course, but it is a leisure thing and therefore wastes some time. She's a firm believer in living in the moment, so she HATES WASTING TIME but tries not to dwell on it or she gets anxious

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

Messing with people. Torturing them mentally gives her such a rush it's almost like sex to her and (naturally) she does get horny from it. which brings me to sex. you know this already.

9: Makeup?

She used to wear so much eyeliner she looked like a raccoon but now it's just a little bit of eyeliner and some lip gloss. she wears red lipstick if shes feeling Feisty.

11: Intellectual pursuits?

sometimes she just likes to read up on famous serial killers in history, that's kind of the only thing she's interested in. also mental disorders. other than that not really she's really smart already

12: Favorite book genre?

Psychological thrillers

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

She loves everyone. I guess this would make her pansexual so ye, but she tends to lean more towards men. she doesn't really believe in sexual orientation, it's more like a "if i want it i'll have it" sort of mindset

[ado-nis]

It's with the best of intentions that you wear your hair parted differently that day and your skirt a good inch above it's usual length. Not to mention your undergarments actually match this time. You'd always been known to give your all at everything, and this was it. Lawliet's class was the last of the day, so that gave you more time to...what were you doing again? Seducing him sounded too slutty and befriending him sounded elementary. No matter, your work didn't need a name and it was best to get on with it.

You waited until the very end of his lecture to approach him, the other students shuffling out, and your heels clacking rhythmically against the tiled floor. There he was, in all of his pasty white glory, hair askew as usual that achieved a look that screamed "sensitive-young-writer-with-a-troubled-past-who-couldn't-be-arsed-with-his-appearance". Or at least that was what you inferred, and you were always good with that sort of thing.

He hardly seemed to notice your presence at his messy desk, too encompassed with some sugary cavity on a stick. That would not do. You clear your throat loudly, finally getting his attention. He looks at you like you're a particularly mangy stray cat, like he doesn't give two shits about how you feel and we are getting off track, Light.

"Something you need, Miss Yagami?" he says quietly, biting the pad of his thumb. A disgusting habit, but one you were guilty of from time to time. You give him one of your winning smiles, though not too bright as to be overwhelming. He doesn't look too charmed.

"Ah, it's nothing too pressing, I'm afraid, so sorry to waste your time. I just wanted to commend you on your lecture today. You talk about Oscar Wilde's work with such passion," another smile "...I just wanted to say I really admire you. And maybe you would consider getting coffee with me sometime?"

Not as smoothly as you had planned, but it certainly got the point across. 

[ado-nis]

You'd never really thought about being infatuated with someone, not emotionally. You understood attraction, of course, as there had been many boys (and girls) who had caught your eye. Attraction was easy. Attraction was a smirk and a subtle turn of the eyes until you got what you wanted and then you were done. It was over.

Prolonging that seemed foolish and foolish things were hardly in your repertoire. That was until you set your sights on possibly the most bizarre person on this decaying Earth. Professor Lawliet. Of course, someone as odd as him would be the only person you were interested in, the untouchable, the impossible. You refused to accept the fact you had a- a crush. It was hard to ignore when your heart beat like a hummingbird when he so much as glanced at you and said your name in that low tenor of his. 

And there you go, acting like a teenage girl and not the responsible, mature woman you were supposed to be. 

You supposed it wouldn't be hard to get someone like L to be somewhat interested in you, since your looks were above average (nearly godly if you did say so yourself) and you could charm a nun out of her robes. This was all fine and dandy, but the real problem was that you knew next to nothing about L's personality. You knew he was a selfish bastard at times, and that he liked sweets, and sometimes he walked home in rainy weather. All little things, nothing that would pinpoint his sexual preference or his taste in women (if he had any).

You saw this as a challenge, a conquest,  if you will . An opportunity if you were feeling clinical. Instead of complaining in your godforsaken diary, you would go out and tell the damned man how you felt and it would be over with. Simple as that. You could do this, you could do anything.

 Ah, it's so nice to have your mind straight for once. 

[ado-nis]

There's homework on your desk, forgotten, probably important. You can't bring yourself to care right now, with the moon in your eyes and a weight in your chest. You can't move, can scarcely even breathe and this is all the result of thinking about the future. In simpler times, you would have smiled and said "I have everything worked out" and spout all different career paths that you could pursue and your eyes would glow with passion and health.

Now it just hurts. Every inch of you is sore because you don't know what's going to happen you're not in control and it hurts more than anything else. It's the first time you've been so close to your ideal future, you can taste it, but it's not what you want. Not anymore.

Your father had always been a respectable man ,you thought. You admired him enough and he had done well for himself, being able to secure a family and a steady job, though it was one that rarely kept him happy (you suppose that's one thing you have in common with him). In childhood, you had looked up to him, looked at him with sparkling eyes and determination. You wanted to be everything your father was.

But that required so much work and pressure and stress, god you were so stressed.

Stress is the reason you're having such a hard time right now, after all. It's so stupid, really, lying on your bed out of breath, feeling like you're dying. How pathetic. You reach to your journal (the one kept under your mattress) and the pen tucked safely inside it. You had taken to stream of consciousness writing in times of distress, and this was as good a time as any. Most of the time the things you wrote were fanciful, nonsensical things, poetry and prose, freeform. Anything that suited you (it changed daily). 

This was the one habit you had that was healthy, though you were not proud of it. The thing you liked to write about most was romance, after all, and that was just not fitting for a woman of your temperament. Things like love and waxing poetic about how someone's hair smelled were just idiotic, yet you kept on.

About your language professor, which was a crime in itself.

[did-you-know]

[ado-nis]

light gave me a great day today but he didnt guarantee it would be the whole day so its ok

[ado-nis]

and you asked why people always expected you to smile in photographs

and i told you it was because they hoped that in the future there would be something to smile about

[ado-nis]

you are the reason abortion was created and the sole cause of rising numbers of suicides people like you need to die

[ado-nis]

i hate you i hate everything ABOUT you i hate the air you breathe and i hate that i have to share it 

[ado-nis]

its sad but i think if light actually got his way id be in a good mood right now

[cosmowave]

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[ado-nis]

do your parents know youre a deer boy on the internet 

[ado-nis]

nice pants faggotface 

[ado-nis]

*this isnt funny voice* shut the fuck up

[stonelario]

[ado-nis]

please don't be dead I can't handle that just don't leave like that I'm sorry please

[ado-nis]

the only things that calm me down are things you hate