IMPORTANT NOTICE.

[astervicis]

Going on a small hiatus. I’ll be here, here and here.

[heaper-blog]

                                                                  any tree can drop an apple,                  I’LL DROP THE FREAKING MOON!

[astervicis]

countingthebito:

     Scratching at his chin absent-mindedly, Beat squinted as he stared up at the menu board. ❝A’ight, it’s gon’ go like this–❞, he began, fixing balled fists onto his hips as he turned to face the person beside him.

   ❝You pick anythin’ off the menu, ‘n I bet’chu I can eat it in less than a minute.                                Loser’s gotta cough up’a thousand yen!❞

          “Less than a minute? Really?!” Shion’s very easily amused, and of course this situation is one among aplenty others to prove this fact. He can’t help but instantly get caught up in the moment, eyes widening in complete surprise as he glances from the menu and to the person standing right next to him. Shion doesn’t doubt the other’s challenge, and so rather than choosing to doubt him, instead does Shion get as enthusiastic.

               “I don’t doubt you at all! Seriously, I wanna see this happen!” There needn’t be any loser, at least, not whilst Shion can continue to believe in him.

[astervicis]

    “You look as though you need some help! ...Er...” After all, no one else was stopping to offer a hand. The weather is absolutely terrible today, and Shion’s been having a hard enough time as it is keeping himself upright and stable whilst passing through the busy crowds. He reaches out to grab a package just in time, looking towards the other with an apologetic smile, handing it over.             “Here...”

[wnq-writers]

Memories, the second thing that can kill a person. The first one is love.

poetrysis (via wnq-writers)

[astervicis]

shredericked:

          “ Don’t get distracted Henry. We’re here to pick up some swords, that                  is all. ”

He speaks unbeknownst that who he thinks is standing beside him is not his squirely comrade, but a stranger whose likeness is uncanny when he gazes only out of the tips of peripheral vision. 

           “ And furthermore, you really must sto– ” a pause follows because he has only just now turned to lay his eyes on the white-haired individual who has been sheepishly following him through the market streets. That’s not Henry. “ That dastard! Escaped again - My apologies, sir. I mistook you for another. You are? ”

                ..............Henry? Shion isn’t at all offended, in fact, he’s now even more curious. A lookalike is quite rare, or so Shion thought, given that his hair is somewhat an eye-catcher for that reason exactly, to be mistaken for someone else is certainly a first, and of course Shion will prod and push on that eve further. He stares for a moment, taking in the other’s words (he thinks of his word choice and accent as rather... different as well), but sooner or later smiles, shaking his head as if nothing at all is wrong.        “It’s fine! It’s actually kind of weird that you’d mistake me for someone else... that doesn’t really happen very often.                   ...Oh! I’m Shion though, and you?”

[astervicis]

     “Whoa! ...What is all of this?” Shion asks aloud, both skeptical and curious of the strange looking equipment lined up before him. They say curiosity kills the cat, and of course, no matter how many times Shion is told this, he’ll still trudge on, making decisions which probably need a little more thinking. He lifts a hand, hovering small fingers above the metal, though, halts in his progression when hearing footsteps from an oncoming stranger.

[astervicis]

skitxskat:

            ❛ Let’s see if you can say the same thing in five minutes. ❜

     “...What do you mean by that...?”

[resenlian]

    COME CLOSER, ENTER THE LABYRINTH.          WE’LL SEE WHOSE SIDE YOU’RE REALLY ON.

         WILL YOU ANSWER RESENLIAN’S CALL?

[astervicis]

papersail:

resenlian:

We’re a group whose sole purpose is to bring people together and have fun! Boasting a playfully competitive game mechanic and an optional and original verse-based storyline, we’re looking to bring you only the best experience!  Whether you’re actually driven to rack up points or prefer a more laid-back approach, each interaction and thread within the group will earn you points for your chosen house. Need to know more? Well, what are you waiting for? Take a look around!

[astervicis]

    “That... wasn’t me!” When it comes to lying (especially straight up), Shion is the worst. And so you can imagine the look on his face is quite.. suspicious. Even so, he really didn’t mean to knock over whatever there was-- he assumes it belongs to the stranger standing right there. Shion isn’t clumsy usually, but throw him into unfamiliar territory, and it’s a whole other story.

[astervicis]

     “Huh? Armour?” It’s certainly something un-expecting to see. If this were in No.6, Shion is sure that he wouldn’t be the only one responding like this. However, the outside world holds a lot more mysteries, most of which Shion is sure to want to uncover ----- starting with something as seemingly minuscule as this (he suspects... perhaps it’s cosplay?).

[astervicis]

    “Ahh ----- this tastes good!”

[astervicis]

assxiffe:

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—- you can say you’re STRONGER than me all you want i’m still going to PROTECT you with my LIFE —-

[astervicis]

      “Ah! That looks so cool!” Shion had only caught a glimpse, but it was enough to have the boy rushing frantically over, eyes glistening in awe.                 “Can you do it again?!”

[astervicis]

astervicis:

To start things up on here, this is a starter call!

[astervicis]

    “-----H--Huh?! Where did you just-----” It was like a flash of some sort. One minute, Shion was just sitting on the bench, minding his own business, and now suddenly a body has fallen right in front of him. Although he should be used to this by now, still, he can’t help but yelp, his gaze shifting from left to right as he looks from the bush and to the boy.           “A--Are you alright?!”

[astervicis]

prcxy:

       MOSAIC GLASS WAS NOTHING in comparison to the graffiti covering shibuya in an never-ending canvas of spray paint and giant letters. palm arises to simply feel the expression of the artist, but falter in its stride shortly thereafter. the sound footsteps disturbs him, although nearly inaudible because the headphones clinging to tangerine crown. he says nothing — and hopes the other doesn’t engage in conversation, either.

    “H--Hey! I was wondering if you can help me!” Travelling certainly isn’t Shion’s forte, not with being cooped up in No.6 the whole time, although West Block was sort of like a trip (though not much of a holiday). It’s inevitable that he’d get himself lost, especially in parts which are sparse of civilization, it’s lucky that he’s come across someone here at least. He hopes that they can at least offer some help, though, with Shion’s experiences in the past, perhaps running to stranger’s for help isn’t the best of ideas (though what other choice does he have?).