Live simply, like a child

melancholy

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oversight - anzu - open

Congratulations! The best possible outcome in a trial had to be that there was no killer - it was an accident. It was no one’s fault. No one was the culprit. It was fine, it was all good. Everyone was innocent, so it’d all worked out as well as possible. No one could have done anything. The best possible outcome.

Souu was dead. 

Clarity was cruel. Anzu longed for the haze of last night, of sleeplessness and confused memories. The fog had been lifted and there was nothing to hide behind anymore. It didn’t matter though. What was done was done. Even if she’d noticed the obvious signs - the signs that Souu wasn’t okay - she couldn’t have done anything. So it didn’t matter that she didn’t notice. She couldn’t have done anything to help. Nothing that Anzu could do to help. Her oversight was meaningless.

She wasn’t the type to mope. She figured the most helpful thing she could do currently was explore and investigate. Thus, she made her way towards the room marked by a trash can. She had no idea what that meant. Maybe the room was a giant dumpster or something.

As she reached the trash room, she found herself stopping. It felt ridiculous, but her mind was remembering that encounter with Souu again. Replaying it. What could she have done differently? How could she have helped?

Well, there was one thing. Anzu knocked on the door, lest there was someone on the other side of it who might accidentally get whacked in the nose.

[shslflowersandmotorcycles-blog]

Someone mentioned mafia au at some point in the past and I’m a sucker for the aesthetic even though this turned out strangely pastel heavy. It’s Sugas fault though.

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behavioral confirmation - anzu - investigation - open

Anzu had been organizing things in her head for the past half an hour, drifting from place to place while trying to visualize the list of things that needed to be done in each to create the best possible atmosphere. It was difficult to think clearly while she was tired, but this was not her first night staying up to care for others. Far from it. She knew she was capable. She just had to keep everyone from harm...

The text message caught her by surprise. She wasn’t used to them, and almost didn’t register the text chime as coming from her own phone. But it was the contents of the message that was the real shocker.

She read it the first time and felt nothing, dully looking down at the screen. It just didn’t click. Sure she’d misread it, somehow, she read it a second time. The words seemed perfectly clear, but for some reason she just couldn’t understand, because they didn’t seem grounded in reality. The third time she reread it, it hit her fast and hard. She dropped her phone without thinking about it, stock still. 

The music seemed louder than her thoughts. It was like she was hearing it for the first time. It wasn’t really to Anzu’s taste, but it was blaring so hard she couldn’t help but pay attention to it. It sounded like it was coming from the inside of her skull. She stood there like that until the song ended, at which point it was like the curse had been lifted. She gingerly moved her arm.

She’d allowed herself three minutes. Now she had to ignore everything swirling around in her stomach and do something. Anything. Maybe she could fix this. Maybe it was all a mistake.

Anzu’s thoughts turned to the text. She had to process exactly what had happened, exactly how Souu died, or she’d just be lost. Time of death. Cause of death. Location of body. Location of body... Anzu was brought back into reality by the taste of blood in her mouth. She’d been biting her lip without realizing it. The distinct (and rather disgusting) coppery taste focused her a little.

The best place to start with would be the fountain... yet glancing over, it seemed most of the crowd was already gathered there. Too many cooks spoiled the broth, as they said back home. 

Instead, her thoughts turned to the last place she’d seen Souu... the Auditorium. Yeah. She’d hit Souu in the face with a door. She’d tried to get them something to clean it up with but the t-shirt was too gross and the paper wasn’t good either, and they had been at the fountain, and... somehow Anzu had lost track of them. 

Another way in which she’d failed.

She remembered something, though - she’d left both Souu’s and her own luggage behind, near the Auditorium doors. She made her way over there and gave the area a once over, looking for the missing luggage and anything else of interest.

[badkidsjokes]

If You Lazy

​what you will do if you lazy and someone tell you to go to the market?

i will ​visit the online market

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Motivation (Anzu [Open])

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“Yeah, I’m the only one here for now,” Nao agreed. “But offer enough free candy and I’m sure they’ll come running. Teenagers or no, we’re all…you know, kids. We’re scared and we crave structure just like a toddler.”

Nao spoke authoritatively, despite knowing absolutely nothing about teenagers and toddlers. However, she had a rather studied knowledge of grown adults, and had a theory that adults were basically toddlers in fancy clothing based on how little adults typically acknowledged or respected the social contract in society.

But she knew that people liked being in groups. They craved a society of like minded individuals who feared the same retribution for their shared crimes.

Teenagers couldn’t be too different.

“I’m alright,” Nao said, responding to Anzu’s final question. “I expected something along these lines. It’s an interesting method. Sleep deprivation, I mean. Plus the impeding threat of like, gross toilets and stuff. Taking us down to our most basic…” She touched her face for a moment, lost in thought.

When she came back to reality, her eyes settled on Anzu’s face. She looked intrigued.

“The longer this goes, the more control you’ll be able to have over everybody, I think,” she said. Then, as a much needed explanation, she added, “When people get tired, they act more like children. If you keep it together, you could really pull us through.”

A smile. Only a small one.

“Assuming none of your charges have ever killed each other on your watch before. That’d make for a shit resume.”

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Teenagers hated structure. They just needed it, that didn’t mean that they wanted it. Anzu was well aware she was fighting a battle she couldn’t win. But she at the very least didn’t have to lose either. Even if she couldn’t round up everyone, even one person being safer gave her a sense of her duty being fulfilled. 

“Yes,” She replied, summarizing her thoughts in a one word reply that didn’t actually convey a single one of them. 

“We can clean toilets,” Anzu said simply, almost dismissively. She was already thinking up a chore wheel in her head, although she assumed she’d end up doing most of it. “We can’t not sleep.”

Anzu agreed, kind of. People probably would mostly become more docile as they got more tired. But she’d dealt with enough screaming toddlers to know that when they missed nap time, they didn’t just kinda get sleepy and urgently, they got downright evil. As always, she figured the same principle applied here. It wasn’t the lethargic end point she was worried about it, it was the angry, grouchy and frustrated middle point. Hell, she was aware even her own patience wouldn’t remain infinite under lack of sleep.

“I doubt it,” She said, “People are stubborn. But I will try.” Simple goals only necessitated a simple explanation, and as far as goals went ‘Prevent people from murdering each other’ was pretty much the epitome of simplicity. beautiful, complicated simplicity. 

Nao’s comment confused Anzu. How would she have gotten into this school if she was such a shoddy babysitter to let one of the children she’d been caring for come to harm, let alone murder each other? The thought was almost repulsive.

“Of course not,” She said, frowning. “Why?” She wasn’t offended, just confused and a little surprised.

[badkidsjokes]

Vampires

​why do vampires eat blood 

because if they didn’t I don`t know what would they do 

[shslflowersandmotorcycles-blog]

And here’s part 8/16. I think. @shslballet , I did my best but from now on I’ll just draw him in casual clothes goddamn.

[caferacerpasion]

BMW R90 Cafe Racer by Retro Future Restorations | www.caferacerpasion.com

[badkidsjokes]

Wanted To Cook

​why did the docter wanted to cook instad of his wife

becaues his wife’s cooking is disgasting 

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Motivation (Anzu [Open])

The whole thing was so unceremonious. If you’re going to bait people into killing each other, at least make it an occasion. Put out the good china, light some candles. Makeinu managed to make murder sound like a dull chore, like washing dishes. Not that killing was a good thing, but if you’re trying to encourage it at least you could do is make it sound exciting…

The dreary delivery of the motive was just par for the course at this point, though. Anzu’s heart wasn’t racing. Her breaths weren’t rapid. Her hand wasn’t shaking. She was trapped here until someone died, yet panic refused to settle in her body. It was as though her emotions had turned sepia - she knew what she was supposed to be feeling, but she hadn’t quite gotten there yet. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation. She stood there and stared blankly at the fountain. 

The realization that the sleeping arrangements she’d been making didn’t matter was what tugged her out of her stupor. She’d wasted like, the entire past hour. That wouldn’t do. No, no, no it wouldn’t do. She had to reorganize. She wasn’t going to let anyone die, maybe if they just waited it out someone would come rescue them or something. 

Her thought process was jagged but relatively linear. She needed people not to panic. People would probably panic right now. People didn’t like being trapped. She needed to calm them down. 

“Everyone,” She said, surprising herself a little with how loud the words came out. She normally only spoke like this when she was scolding someone “Listen.” She put a hand in one of the pockets in her jacket, and then pulled out a handful of lollipops. “Everyone can have a lollipop.” She’d already given out a few. But she didn’t mind if people came over and double dipped.  

“They’re free,” She added. People liked free stuff.

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Nao’s diet chiefly comprised of junk food, but she rarely indulged in candies. This was primarily due to the fact that fast food restaurants rarely gave candies out with their meals, rather than any predisposition on Nao’s part. She took a green one from Anzu, glad to have something to stick in her mouth.

The reality of the situation had set in some time ago, of course, so the revelation of the motive really failed to shock her. In any case, she’d often spent days awake at a time. When one is cramped on a fire escape trying to peek into another building, waiting for someone to leave, falling asleep is generally a poor idea. She would simply employ the same way of thinking here, as well.

In any case, she had the creeping suspicion that the penalty for falling asleep would simply be a mild electrocution. Unpleasant, to be sure, but nothing fatal. Not even something she’d never experienced before.

“Here’s one way to become the leader of the group,” Nao remarked, the stick of the lolly sticking between her teeth. She fancied that she looked like an old school detective with a cigarette clenched in his teeth. “I thought teenagers didn’t respond well to you?”

She offered Anzu a small smile. “I think bribery should work great. How about that plan to get everyone together, yeah?”

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The green one was sour apple, and Anzu felt a sense of loss that one of her favourite flavours had been taken already. It was worth the sacrifice, though. People get along was more valuable than green apple candy, even if it didn’t feel that way. Despite the theft of one of the precious apple lollipops, Anzu was glad that Nao came over. Weirdly, out of everyone she’d spoken to, Nao was the one she felt the least tense around. Still, that wasn’t saying much. 

Anzu glanced around to see if anyone else was approaching, but it seemed like everyone else was kind of doing their own thing. She’d call out again in a minute, she decided. They needed a little time to gather their thoughts, at the very least. Then she could bribe them not to commit murder with sugary treats.

“It’s that easy?” Anzu asked, wondering if giving out a single lollipop was a serious way to take a leadership position. If it was, she wasn’t complaining. These people clearly needed some guidance and sense of structure so no one freaked out. She could most definitely give them that. Might not be the best guidance, might be a pretty crappy structure, but just those things existing would probably bring down the death count a little bit, or at the very least bring a sense of comfort to the group.

“They do not,” Anzu said, wishing that she could reasonably have one of her own lollipops. She stared at Nao’s face intently, wondering if watching someone else suck away would sate her own urge. As she spoke, her gaze remained unfaltering stuck around Nao’s nose. “You are the only one who is here.” The sentence felt awkward abut she didn’t know how to phrase it.

“I will offer the lollipops again soon,” Anzu reasoned aloud, reaffirming what she’d already decided on. Now she’d said it, she was now accountable. No selfish urge to conserve lollipops would be able to get the better of her now.

“Everyone is together, but we are still scattered. There is no ‘group’,” Anzu looked away from Nao finally, preferring to glance around the room. A few people were having one on one conversations, but mostly everyone was keeping to themselves. Not fantastic. She turned her attention back to Nao. It was polite to look at someone as you spoke to them, she was pretty sure.

“How do you feel?” She asked. 

[shslflowersandmotorcycles-blog]

Part 6/16, @sadmoneymusic, never thought I’d even get this far.

[shslflowersandmotorcycles-blog]

Part 7/16, @shslddseeish MUCH faster than expected.

[badkidsjokes]

​What did the chicken say to the pilot?

Can I have a ride to chicken island.

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Motivation (Anzu [Open])

The whole thing was so unceremonious. If you’re going to bait people into killing each other, at least make it an occasion. Put out the good china, light some candles. Makeinu managed to make murder sound like a dull chore, like washing dishes. Not that killing was a good thing, but if you’re trying to encourage it at least you could do is make it sound exciting...

The dreary delivery of the motive was just par for the course at this point, though. Anzu’s heart wasn’t racing. Her breaths weren’t rapid. Her hand wasn’t shaking. She was trapped here until someone died, yet panic refused to settle in her body. It was as though her emotions had turned sepia - she knew what she was supposed to be feeling, but she hadn’t quite gotten there yet. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation. She stood there and stared blankly at the fountain. 

The realization that the sleeping arrangements she’d been making didn’t matter was what tugged her out of her stupor. She’d wasted like, the entire past hour. That wouldn’t do. No, no, no it wouldn’t do. She had to reorganize. She wasn’t going to let anyone die, maybe if they just waited it out someone would come rescue them or something. 

Her thought process was jagged but relatively linear. She needed people not to panic. People would probably panic right now. People didn’t like being trapped. She needed to calm them down. 

“Everyone,” She said, surprising herself a little with how loud the words came out. She normally only spoke like this when she was scolding someone “Listen.” She put a hand in one of the pockets in her jacket, and then pulled out a handful of lollipops. “Everyone can have a lollipop.” She’d already given out a few. But she didn’t mind if people came over and double dipped.  

“They’re free,” She added. People liked free stuff.

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Just Peachy - Anzu - Ch1 - Open

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It was that person. The juggler person. Anzu remembered not being able to read his profile very well, which was kind of a weird thing to focus on seeing as she’d just hit him in the face with a heavy door. Assaulting a fellow student wasn’t probably wasn’t a good first impression - especially because the only thing she could think of to say to the guy was “Your Electro ID has spelling mistakes,”. Like, he probably knew, but that was the only thing that was coming to mind.

The boy seemed to not be too injured form his impact with the door, which was a bright spot, at least. And he had less chins than before, which was probably a good thing. Unless she killed his chins with the door or something? He was probably cold, Anzu noted, because he was wearing a weird blanket around his shoulders. It looked pretty comfortable, although she wasn’t a fan of the colour. Most importantly of all, his nose didn’t look broken. Too bad she couldn’t check for concussions at a glance…

“Your Electro ID was okay,” She said , which wasn’t what she had wanted to say at all. She’d meant to say ‘Are you okay?’ but the fuckin Electro ID thing was stuck in her head and it would not go away. Goddamn. Still, at least the resulting sentence made sense. That was a plus. Probably. She made a patting motion with her hand (although she obviously didn’t actually touch him) and hoped that conveyed concern effectively. 

She reached into her pocket halfway, and then scowled. Goddamnit. Without so much of a glance at Haru, she put down the duffle bag full of her stuff and wordlessly started rummaging through it, throwing assorted clothing items carelessly onto the floor. Ripped jeans, black t-shirts and leather jackets soon were scattered around her - along with a few dresses and other such items that seemed incredibly out of place in their prim and properness. 

Finally, she pulled out her trophy - a small assorted pack of lollipops. Not her favourite brand, not her favourite flavours (she liked sour ones best) but it was more than good enough. She tossed one to Haru, not checking if he was ready to catch or not beforehand. He was a juggler, it was like, his job.

[shsl-r0gue]

“My ID…?” 

Haru’s throbbing headache from when he first woke up was back with a vengeance, which made it harder for the juggler to immediately comprehend whatever this new classmate of his was saying. He had barely remembered that the Electro IDs were a thing that they did, so he was hardly concerned with whether or not it was “okay,” as the girl said. The only thing he remembered imputing into that little questionnaire was that admittedly awful selfie, but perhaps that’s what she was referring to? Haru decided it probably didn’t matter much.

“Riiight, um. Thanks, I guess?” 

He wasn’t sure she had heard him because she was now rooting around in her luggage for something or other. Maybe she miraculously had some pain medicine? Or an ice pack? Or a helmet? Given her appearance, she probably has some kind of two-wheeled vehicle, motorized or otherwise, that she would need a helmet for. The leather jacket hinted as much. That, or she was just wearing it so she would look cool, and if Haru wasn’t so distracted by his head, he wouldn’t shy away from admitting that it did make her look pretty cool.

What the girl pulled out in lieu of any head healing/protection apparatus was a bag of lollipops. Before Haru had time to really wonder why she had them, one was already flying towards his face. Luckily, before further harm came to his already-achy head, he snatched it out of the air with a jolting swipe. He looked down at the small sucker briefly before looking back at his new acquaintance. Was this her way of saying she was sorry? Well, it was better than nothing.

“Thanks,” he offered a small smile, “I never knew lollipops could be cures for headaches.” He was going to try to be silly. The girl looked way too serious.

Haru tore the plastic off of the candy and popped it in his mouth without preamble, internally realizing that it’d be the first food-type substance he’d had since the ordeal began.

“My name’s Haru, by the way! And yours would be…?”

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He was thanking her. She wasn’t sure why. Because she slammed him in the face with a door? Because she said his ID was okay? She hadn’t done anything else so she figured it had to be one of the two. Geez, people here were weird. Maybe he really liked doors? Maybe other people were even meaner about his ID and being told it was okay was a massive step up? Anzu grimaced, wanting to stop analyzing the actions or her fellows. It wasn’t like her. Taking things at face value was her #brand , but today she just couldn’t get out of her head. It was exactly the kind of pointless bullshit she hated. She settled that the meaning of Haru’s words was simply beyond her comprehension.

“Cool,” She said with a nod, referring to that sweet air catch. As she’d expected, the juggler had good reflexes, even immediately after channeling a battering ram used in reverse. 

“Lollipops are what the doctor gives you after you visit,” Anzu said. It’d have sounded like a joke from anyone’s else mouth, but her tone was deadly serious. The medicinal uses of lollipops was very dear to her, clearly. Or maybe she just sounded like that pretty much all the time.

Or both.

“I apologize,” The divergence from what she was previously talking about combined with the lateless of the apology made it altogether more jarring than comforting. Not that Anzu was aware of this - she just knew that she had to apologize. She’d slammed a door into the dude, so duh.

He actually like, consumed the lollipop. For some reason, that made her happy. Despite the situation, he at least trusted her that much. Plus, the sugar would probably do him good. God knows he needed some energy after this entire ordeal. Her face became less tense. It wasn’t a smile, but she wasn’t frowning either.

“I’m Anzu,” She said, pulling out a lollipop for herself. Green apple. Sour. A good flavor, one of the very best, actually. She popped into her mouth, letting it rest between her lips. Comfortable. She liked lollipops best because they were essentially hand free (they lasted a while) - this allowed her to have a treat while still being capable of acting immediately in an emergency. 

[shslflowersandmotorcycles-blog]

@anzu1, 5/16, I have absolutely no idea how this turned out or if it’s close but i do like it.  

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Just Peachy - Anzu - Ch1 - Open

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The bear? Suga had not been paying much attention both because of shock and simply his habit to not listen very well when authority figures addressed the group. He always figured that if it was important, he’d learn about it later. And most of the time, even the things he’d learned of later weren’t that important so what was with the need to listen, really? Waste of time.

Still, he did think he’d have noticed a bear. They were usually not exactly subtle, even when you were in shock. He’d probably at least have thought something along the lines of “oh, a bear, how unexpected”. But he had not, because he was very sure there had not been a bear.

While he pretended to look at the rules again and instead thought about how in the world he could’ve missed a bear, it dawned to him then that Anzu may not in fact be talking about an actual bear.

“You mean Makeinu?”

He stifled a laugh. How rude. Don’t laugh about people misunderstanding things. But. Makeinu was so obviously a dog. Or rather a robot made to look like a dog.  Though he guessed the confusion was at least partly understandable, the last one had, after all, been a bear.

He quickly waved his rudeness off and moved on to the much more important topic as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

“Yeah, I didn’t think of all of us sleeping together, that’s a great idea!”

That was a terrible idea.

Suga was not a graceful sleeper. His limbs were completely out of his control and went everywhere, got entangled with everything. He also tossed and turned a lot, as evidenced by what a mess his hair was every morning. And then there was his apparent embarrassing problem with occasionally drooling…. No, no he didn’t want any of the others to know any of those things. Maybe if he got up early enough he could at least fix himself up… give the others at least a chance to believe he was not an embarrassingly messy sleeper.

“Hm… maybe…. Maybe we could use the luggage? I mean, it’s probably the softest thing I’ve seen around here. Plus the pile is pretty central, that should be good right?”

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Anzu was pretty sure the bear was indeed called Makeinu. Which was a weird name, if she was being honest. Especially for a bear. In case, she nodded in clarification. He laughed again, which was weird. Suga honestly seemed to be somewhat of a weird person. He didn’t act at all as Anzu thought a regular person normally did. She was aware that she didn’t either, but that didn’t stop his behavior from being odd. Eh. As long as it didn’t harm anyone, it wasn’t really any of her business. Sure made him hard to understand though.

He waved his hands, presumably to fan himself or something, talking about the sleeping together idea as if she’d JUST suggested it. Anzu couldn't hide the confusion on her face and raised her eyebrow. She wondered if she should give him another lollipop in case he had a concussion or something. 

“It’s safer,” Anzu said not really sure how she was meant to respond anyhow, “There is... accountability.” No one would be able to do anything without the others knowing. This had its problems, but like, in a murder game, transparency was preferable to subterfuge. At least in Anzu’s mind, anyway. Perhaps some of the people here might... actually want to kill another so they could escape?

This was the first time the thought crossed her mind. She’d assumed that everyone would be working to find a safe way to prevent murders, but... there was always the chance that any of her peers were actually working for an environment where they could get away with a crime. The crime obviously being murder, unless someone here was a pickpocket or something.

“People might not want others on their luggage,” She stated blankly. It just wouldn’t work. People got way fussy about smaller things that someone using their belongings as a pillow. “Peoples possessions are personal.