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you're not the only one shouldering something. everyone is the same. { indie mink | game version }

[ahigax]

ok but mink is probably the only person in the world that still listens to cassette tapes

[ahigax]

apologies for coming on and leaving again this weekend is gonna be busy for me, but i should get productive on sunday or tuesday

[entfuhrt-blog]

"No. I don’t have my allmate either." They took it from him. He didn’t want them back. Everything they touched went to hell. 

[ahigax]

    "Good. This way."        He stood then, walking towards a back hall with the expectation of the other to follow.

[entfuhrt-blog]

"I-I hope so. I didn’t intend to bring anyone along." He muttered, anxiously glancing around him. 

[ahigax]

    "--Do you have your coil?"    Fortunately (or not), Mink knew how to hide. He wouldn't mind relaying those to Noiz, who was acting so... strange.

[entfuhrt-blog]

"…Y-yakuza. The blond ones."

[ahigax]

   Yakuza. Blond. He knows exactly who he's hiding from.                       "You came here alone?"

[entfuhrt-blog]

"…P-protection from someone."

[ahigax]

     "You must be desperate if you came here.                          --From who?"

[ahigax]

     "What d'you want, brat?"

[knightlyoath]

It was easy for one to get lost in the spirals that wrapped around the tower. You could take a detour down one hallway and never cease to find the exit unless you took the correct pathway. The ideal structure for a building such as this one. It was normal for the boy to get lost in these halls when he was without his brother. One who, despite being blind most of the time due to countless tests on his eyes knew the tower’s patterns better than the smaller male. Hearing the sound startled him—thinking that if anyone, it was a guard in search of the younger child.  He knew how much his father hated for the boy to wander, how one day he might manage to find a way out. His body shook, turning to face the older male—one who seemed older even than his own twin; just standing there. Mouth agape as if words were making an attempt to slip past his lips. His body was weak, all sorts of marking coating the tan skin that seemed inverted to the bluenette’s pristine skin; after all, he was created to be a perfect child. This man… This man seemed as terrified as he was. The silence wafting through the room and causing tension.  There was nothing to be done. Nothing but to just stand there. Trembling while coffee brown hues shook with his motions, stained and lined with tears.

[ahigax]

This was a child. A child was not going to hurt him. A child was not a man in a lab coat, poking him with needles or chaining him down to tables. Something clenched in his gut, something horrible that told him that he was not the only child here. Maybe there were more. Maybe this place was sicker than he thought.

Because there was a child, younger than his own twelve years, standing before him. This was a child, and he was crying.

"Who..." The words, so foreign on his tongue, caused him to wince. His throat was dry and cracked, his voice sounding alien to his own ears. He swallowed, the dryness nearly choking, and tried again. He had heard the lab technicians speak enough to pick up on the words, but... His accent was thick, his voice broken. He didn't even know if the boy would understand him.

"Who are... you?"

He took a step forward, to get away from the door rather than closer to the boy. He was afraid of getting any closer, afraid that the boy might shatter. Or afraid that he might break himself even further.

[ahigax]

Ships with problems. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ships that have lots of fights (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ships that makeup violently (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ships that would go to Earth’s end and burn everyone for each other even if they’ve been fighting (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧Ships with Realism*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

[krafthoney-deactivated20151018]

[ahigax]

There was an old song that he once heard in a bar, sticking close to his father's hip and breathing in the scent of mixed tobacco smoke and alcohol. The song spoke of a horse and a man that traversed through a desert for so long that they had each forgotten their destination and their own names. He thought the song was sad, thinking about it in too much depth, and the tune had remained in his head even when they returned to their own village. 

The tune was stuck in his head even now, despite the splitting pain in his skull. Though it was even more of a tragic song now, because he knew how the nameless man felt.

He did not remember his name. But he did remember his pain.

Warm fires and gentle wafts of smoke were no longer a part of his life. No, now he was locked in a cage like some kind of animal, men in white coats speaking strange words that he didn't understand while they poked and prodded at him. Sleepless nights haunted by images of fire and death, the light behind his sunset-gold eyes being extinguished by force.

This place smelled of death.

He had lost track of time, but it had been long enough for his fear to harden. Harden into something like anger, his thoughts forming plots of revenge and escape and peace. His ancestors were still strong within his soul, and he could live with their help, and so he did.

Escaping his cell had been easier than he had ever thought. The actual building was another story. All he knew was that he had somehow run into another room, just as white and spotless as all the others, but he was not alone. There was a young boy, younger than him, and the smell of death was fresh. And so he stood, the door closing automatically behind him, and he was frozen to the spot, mouth opening...

But he had forgotten his name. He had forgotten how to speak. He had forgotten how to be alive.

[fohk]

im an asshole in the morning before i have coffee

[fohk]

ive had my coffee. im still an asshole

[ahigax]

r:c au where mink becomes a medicine man for the townspeople

[selensiic-gone-blog]

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[ahigax]

Minao

-Who is the restless sleeper?

Mink, hands down. While he sleeps better than he used to, he still has the occasional nightmare and needs to walk it off. Sometimes he’ll just take the dogs out into the woods until he feels like he can sleep again.

-Who eats cereal for dinner?

Aoba. He’s still adjusting to the more native recipies Mink’s practicing. (aka burning)

-Who wears odd socks?

Aoba. Do I have to explain?

-Who reads more?

Mink. If he’s not working or doing something productive, he’s on the couch with his feet propped up and a book in hand.

-Who prefers a bath over a shower?

Aoba. He just likes to soak and relax while Mink’s at work.

-Who can knit?

Mink. He’s not very good at it, but he tries.

-Who has the weirder laugh?

Definitely Mink. It scared Aoba the first time he heard it.

-Who gets more jealous?

Mink, hands-down. He’s very, erm… territorial.

-Who sleeps with a teddy bear?

Does Mink cuddling with the dogs count?

-Who still uses internet explorer?

Mink. So naive.

-Who is the most sentimental?

Mink, though he tries to hide it.

-Who can play an instrument?

Mink can play guitar and kind of sing.

-Who has the worst sense of direction?

Without Ren’s GPS, Aoba would have been coyote chow a long time ago.

-Who cooks breakfast?

Aoba. Mink is just content with coffee, but he’ll eat if Aoba makes something good.

-Who is the early riser?

It depends. On the weekends, it’s Mink, but Aoba makes sure to wake up before him on work days so he can make him breakfast.

[ice-bringer]

I wanted to do a different ship meme...

So here one is! 

Who is the restless sleeper?

Who eats cereal for dinner?

Who wears odd socks?

Who reads more?

Who prefers a bath over a shower?

Who can knit?

Who has the weirder laugh?

Who gets more jealous?

Who sleeps with a teddy bear?

Who still uses internet explorer?

Who is the most sentimental?

Who can play an instrument?

Who has the worst sense of direction?

Who cooks breakfast?

Who is the early riser?

[joshschutz]

Along the Dolores River