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@aerosolise
LOOK, if you had one shot, or one spaghetti, to seize ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴘᴀɢʜᴇᴛᴛɪ you ever wanted,
in one moment, would you capture it or just LET IT SLIP?
# # # # # ART CREDIT. || far too many years of rp && writing exp. )) selective (esp. w/ OCs), multifandom.
the time has come. i’m afraid that rping has become a chore for me, and i’m getting too stressed about being active and writing to the point that i feel i need a break. i don’t know how long this break will be. it could be a week, it could be a month, or… i might not even come back.
thank you all so much for the support and the fun on here, and if i don’t roleplay on here again, do know that what time i had here was awesome! feel absolutely free to unfollow because my activity in the future is very, very uncertain. most of my threads are being dropped, too, but i may pick up one or two of them if i come back. when roleplay becomes a stress, though, it takes away from its central purpose: being fun.
this doesn’t mean my writing has halted, though! you can still find me on AO3 @ nikkaria, where i still have plans to write fanfiction in the future. i also am on twitter @ bunpure and on my personal tumblr @ teddywidder. i’ve also been playing a lot of pokemon lately, so feel free to hit me up there at my 3ds friend code! 2234-7762-7253 is the code, IGN is Nikki.
i love you all so much, and thank you all for the experience here. ♥♥♥
the time has come. i’m afraid that rping has become a chore for me, and i’m getting too stressed about being active and writing to the point that i feel i need a break. i don’t know how long this break will be. it could be a week, it could be a month, or… i might not even come back.
thank you all so much for the support and the fun on here, and if i don’t roleplay on here again, do know that what time i had here was awesome! feel absolutely free to unfollow because my activity in the future is very, very uncertain. most of my threads are being dropped, too, but i may pick up one or two of them if i come back. when roleplay becomes a stress, though, it takes away from its central purpose: being fun.
this doesn’t mean my writing has halted, though! you can still find me on AO3 @ nikkaria, where i still have plans to write fanfiction in the future. i also am on twitter @ bunpure and on my personal tumblr @ teddywidder. i’ve also been playing a lot of pokemon lately, so feel free to hit me up there at my 3ds friend code! 2234-7762-7253 is the code, IGN is Nikki.
i love you all so much, and thank you all for the experience here. ♥♥♥
the time has come. i’m afraid that rping has become a chore for me, and i’m getting too stressed about being active and writing to the point that i feel i need a break. i don’t know how long this break will be. it could be a week, it could be a month, or… i might not even come back.
thank you all so much for the support and the fun on here, and if i don’t roleplay on here again, do know that what time i had here was awesome! feel absolutely free to unfollow because my activity in the future is very, very uncertain. most of my threads are being dropped, too, but i may pick up one or two of them if i come back. when roleplay becomes a stress, though, it takes away from its central purpose: being fun.
this doesn’t mean my writing has halted, though! you can still find me on AO3 @ nikkaria, where i still have plans to write fanfiction in the future. i also am on twitter @ bunpure and on my personal tumblr @ teddywidder. i’ve also been playing a lot of pokemon lately, so feel free to hit me up there at my 3ds friend code! 2234-7762-7253 is the code, IGN is Nikki.
i love you all so much, and thank you all for the experience here. ♥♥♥
the time has come. i’m afraid that rping has become a chore for me, and i’m getting too stressed about being active and writing to the point that i feel i need a break. i don’t know how long this break will be. it could be a week, it could be a month, or... i might not even come back.
thank you all so much for the support and the fun on here, and if i don’t roleplay on here again, do know that what time i had here was awesome! feel absolutely free to unfollow because my activity in the future is very, very uncertain. most of my threads are being dropped, too, but i may pick up one or two of them if i come back. when roleplay becomes a stress, though, it takes away from its central purpose: being fun.
this doesn’t mean my writing has halted, though! you can still find me on AO3 @ nikkaria, where i still have plans to write fanfiction in the future. i also am on twitter @ bunpure and on my personal tumblr @ teddywidder. i’ve also been playing a lot of pokemon lately, so feel free to hit me up there at my 3ds friend code! 2234-7762-7253 is the code, IGN is Nikki.
i love you all so much, and thank you all for the experience here. ♥♥♥
how could anyone love someone as broken as myself? have you seen my tarnished soul? my heart is ruined and a mess. it hasn’t been beating properly in quite some time. loving me is like LOVING a disaster. i’m d e s t r o y e d.
martialpacifist.
“Cake?” Just that one word was enough to nab Keiji’s attention. How was he to say no? Free food and the generosity of strangers was never something to sneeze at.
Turning around to greet the stranger, he pulled a big smile. “For me? Ah, don’t mind if I do!”
Maybe it was odd to just give cake to someone he didn’t know, let alone giving anything to a stranger. In Midorijima, that generosity stuck him at the receiving end of some vicious gangs in the past, and given the island’s foul history, it was likely to happen again. Did it stop him? Of course not.
“Of course! Oh, wait!” Clear held the container with the slices back, a look of curiosity and concern striking him briefly. “This cake has chocolate inside, so I hope you aren’t allergic. It is very sad to be allergic to chocolate!” A tragedy.
Give me a "shaming" label
(i.e. ‘I ate all he cookies in the house and lied about it with crumbs over my face’)
enchainednomad.
Such a bubbly attitude for someone who truly spent his sweet time searching about for a man who never wanted to be found. He could only fathom what exactly set off this search that led the other halfway around the world to bid a hello and a saddened reminder of how Mink bid no farewells to those he left back in Midorijima.
It was.. interesting to see Clear without his mask. To see the features captivated by a flurry of emotions that the elder could only pick up one by one. A visage that was dotted by two small moles and eyes that could be likened to the rosy hue of the sky during sunrise. Perhaps he’d stopped wearing it back when Mink was around, but he could never pay mind to details in the past. Never bothered to.
The interest is gone, replaced by furrowed brows.
“Gas mask,” He starts. That nickname hasn’t left his lips for years and doing so again felt strange on his tongue. He wasn’t the leader of Scratch anymore, no longer wore shackles and dreads. Its tone was riddled with disbelief, with incredulity. Just seeing the jubilant other here was like some strange dream that certainly couldn’t be real.
Oh, but it was.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
It’s a simple statement. He’s amazed that the man before him would go to such lengths to see him again, but he didn’t want this. He’d rather the silence of his lone figure and the surroundings than someone he had left long ago. The flutter of wings would sound out between them, shadow following suit as a familiar pink avian hovered above the pair, rather interested by the new sight.
“You wanted to wish me hello and you have. Now,” And with that, he turns on a heel to head off from the cliff side. A look over the shoulder would be directed to Clear, lingering for a moment. “leave this place.”
What kind of greeting was that? Clear had explained his purpose for being here, the reason why he came so far, and Mink was shrugging him off just like that. It was as if his journey hadn’t mattered and his affections hadn’t mattered. It was nothing short of rude, and yet it only served to fascinate him somehow. Why was he always so quick to turn people away? There had to have been a reason.
“Heeey! You’re so mean, Mink-san!” The android had reeled back with a childish wail, then pouting with equal immaturity. As emotionally exuberant as ever, tears had blossomed in the ducts of his eyes and threatened to spill, cheeks puffed and red from distress. Mink was never anything short of being a big meanie, yet he still saw rays of sunshine in him. He saw purpose in this lost refugee.
Let it be known that Clear was not easy to turn away, even in the face of effortless intimidation. One could call him adamant and courageous, yet many would still think him stubborn and hard-headed. He preferred to think it as sticking to his own free will, doing what he wanted to do without anyone else’s interference. No, not even Mink could stop him now.
“I didn’t say I was going to leave right away. Do you want me to? That’s awful!” With a huff, Clear stepped to his side and faced the edge of the cliff, watching the world go by, so beautiful and pure. It was no wonder Mink remained here. This land completely unknown to him was gorgeous. No wonder his grandfather traveled, too, before he’d taken Clear in... Was the whole world filled with experiences like this?
“I don’t want to leave, Mink-san. I just got here,” he spoke with solidarity and conviction in his voice. “I came because I wanted to see you, to see what had happened to you, and to see how you have been. So, my journey isn’t done yet. I am going to be staying here for a while.” The fervor in his eyes as he turned his head, gave Mink his gaze was powerful, hard to miss. “I’m sorry, Mink-san, but this is what I choose. I would truly like to talk to you.”
aerosolise.
“I have so much cake that I’m afraid that I don’t know what to do with it! Please, I insist that you take some; I made far too much for the party.” Even his ravenous sweet tooth couldn’t handle eating all of it.
Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.
Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via larmoyante)
crystalline-umbrella.
Maybe the spirits of good bowling were with him; maybe it was Korokon’s seemingly endless positive vibes were finally doing the trick. Hell, maybe it was the massive stuffed seal that watched them from the scoreboard, serving as his own impersonal magic charm. Whatever the source, there was no denying that Clear got progressively better as the game went on. He even managed to take out seven pins!
Still, he was no match for his alternate–Korokon bested him by at least fifty points. It was to be expected, though; he was the one teaching Clear, after all.
“That was so much fun!” Clear cheered from the comfort of his seat, toeing off his bowling shoes. “I didn’t even know this game existed! We’ll have to do it again, Korokon! We have to!”
“We will! I promise, we will.” To vanquish whatever sadness had been wearing down his heart as of late. ( Yes, of course, he was still thinking about that. He hadn’t really stopped. ) Clear hefted his precious seal in his arms and made his way for a small machine with different slots and a hologram, much like a Coil’s. From the big, flashing marquee lights that read, “TOKENS,” it was quite obvious what this was. After all, to play games for prizes, they’d need their tokens!
“Nooow~ We need to work on getting the jellyfish dolls, remember?” He began to insert some yen coins into the smallest slot, allowing some tokens to drop into a cup towards the bottom of the machine. He was satisfied with his fill, a good 200 tokens to start with.
“Quick, let’s get some more tokens and play lots of skeeball, Kuri-nii~!” He really liked skeeball.
“I have so much cake that I’m afraid that I don’t know what to do with it! Please, I insist that you take some; I made far too much for the party.” Even his ravenous sweet tooth couldn’t handle eating all of it.
