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                              A BOY LOST IN THOUGHT,

                                                 wιтнoυт a тrace

                                                     Rules & About 

[criwes]

[y-eonn]

[atatakami]

“Hey… Do you think aliens exist?“

       Her lips purse into a slightly shocked expression, previously dwindling attention is caught fully by the sudden question. Hatsune is not sure how to respond at first, for with the utmost honesty she can say this is not an answer she ponders of often – though, it has crossed her mind on more than one occasion. She sets down the magazine she had been skimming, wondering what prompts the inquiry, but her answer is firm and immediate.

     “ I think that with as much else there is out there, and with as much we have yet to explore && understand, that it would be silly to assume there is absolutely no chance of there being life anywhere else but here. “ 

[atatakami]

Len-kun.☆

            jogging down the street towards his destination, came             the blonde whom she had been expecting a little earlier.             he was late, and one of rin’s tantrums was to blame for             that. being with her was nice and all, but he was also one             of the few people that could calm her down once something             didn’t go her way.             it was a perfect day for the occasion, he thought as bud of             sweat ran down the side of his face, for ice cream that is.             jogging was a whole different story. his face lit up though            as he saw his friend waiting in front of the ice cream shop,            just as they had agreed on before. he already couldn’t make            it to her birthday party, and now he was late?                                                         it really was the worst.

            ❛ ——mikuuu !!                               i’m so sorry i’m late!!                               did you have to wait long? ❜

    Rushing, rapidly approaching footsteps capture her full attention--before he arrives she’s thinking ah, that must be him. && So it is, as he arrives out of breath and sweating, as if he had miles to traverse until now, heading uphill in both directions. She is not even mildly irritated, for the evening will be spent beneath his wallet, && although he missed her party && then arrived (roughly) thirty minutes late, she holds no bitterness. Hatsune smiles daintily at her friend, teal eyes glimmering with eagerness.      “ I didn’t wait long at all, “ she lies, && proceeds to the door, holding it open for him. “ Ready to go in? I’ve never been to this place before. I hope it’s really good. “ 

[atatakami]

♆ (hope you don't mind :3)

Send ♆ for our muses to go to the beach late at night to stargaze.

        It is a clear, windy night after a storm. The trees rustle gently, leaves brushing against and holding one another close. A calm promenade. The gust is fragile, her hair tickles against her cheeks and lands into her eyes, but they’re in too much of a hurry for her to stop and fix those falling pigtails. Two pairs of feet traverse through the midnight streets, toes splashing in a puddle along the way. They stop not to dry their socks, they worry not about the cold water in contrast to the warm, humid breeze. She leads, spreading the way between a field of tall grass and brush, twigs catch onto his shirt and tears at it; it is with slight misfortune the only pathway that would get them in this late at night is the one with the most obstacles, but they carry on with determination. The moonlight is glowing brightly in the onyx sky, not a cloud in sight and dazzling stars are scattered throughout and twinkling. There’s far too many too count, why, there must be thousands on this canvas. Asphalt turns to concrete, concrete fades away into soft, grainy sand. It’s still a little wet from the rain, their feet cannot sink into it as they would on a dryer day. He pulls out his bag and plants it onto the ground, untying drawstrings and pulling out an oversized blanket. They don’t mind that it will be covered in dirt, sand and shells afterwards. Removing their shoes, both tip toe quietly to the shore and lay the blanket onto the sand. The sea is placid and peaceful, small waves creeping towards the shore and rapidly withering away. Insects are singing along to the scene, the sounds of the rustling brush behind them, the fragile waves and all the living creatures meshing together to create midnight’s lullaby. Together they lay on their backs, soft fleece protecting them from the harsh dampness of the melded sand, and they admire the scape before them: deep blue blending into black, glittering dots consuming the portrait and sparkling endlessly into the night. Neither utters a word, they simply lay, and they watch. 

[kiiseu]

[atatakami]

' i'm sorry for the delay, miku-nee. but— happy birthday! ' if weren't because of rin and her shenanigans they could have finished the present early. and it might not be much, considering was just a bad attempt of a leek-shaped cupcake, but he put lots of effort onto it hoping the elder could enjoy it.

   Hatsune smiles and takes the cupcake into her grasp, cupping it with utmost delicacy. She will place it in the center of the spot on her table to accompany the three mystery cupcakes left by a stranger who darted from her doorstep; she has still yet to touch them, afraid to chip away at their beauty for a gluttonous desire.      “ It looks so good! Thank you, Len-kun. “ She brings it up to her noise in search of its scent, it is a subtle and sweet vanilla. She admires the effort that has been put forth. “ I’m not sure I can bring myself to eat it, it looks so pretty ~ “

[atatakami]

@kagamincv02★

     It is warm, peaceful. Hatsune waits in front of an ice cream shop in the outlying suburbia. They have chosen this location for its flavor, attention to detail, and privacy: after 5, calmness arrives like a gentle wind rushing over the city. Children are inside with their parents as school has long been in session && there is less time for play, more time for study; thus the streets are emptier && placid. It is something Hatsune enjoys && requires for the amount of noise that consumes her day to day living, cooped up inside of a studio, sound at full blast. && Here she waits for a friend, who has agreed to meet up with her for a dessert as a belated birthday hangout, his treat.     “ Nee .. “ She peeks around the corner and sighs. “ He’s laaate .. “ Her stomach growls, she rolls her eyes in disdain. 

[atatakami]

i feel my heart shrinking to the pit of a peach, like a dove losing its feathers, a snake shedding its skin, i am withering, i am withering, i am withering.

[kaitcshicn-blog]

;; 🍦 ⁽ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ ᵇᶦʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ ᵐᶦᵏᵘ⁾

[atatakami]

-KAITO V3.☆

                  Today was Miku’s birthday.

KAITO had been planning the party for the last month, getting together various party supplies, party attenders, party helpers, caterers, gifts, etc. The bakery where he’d ordered her cake had been rather confused by the need of a three tier, all vanilla, birthday cake for a nine year old, but KAITO had never been the type to settle for small time parties with it came to the world’s number one singing synthesizer diva. 

Sure, it would just be Miku, KAITO, the other Cryptonloids, and various other Vocaloids, UTAUs, and derivatives that all knew the pop princess fairly well, but that didn’t mean he needed to skimp on the cake. It was the most important part, next to the gift. KAITO takes the box that contains the present that he’d picked out for her and stuffs it inside his coat pocket. It was a gift best left unwrapped, he’d decided, and turned to look at the time. Miku would be busy until 20:45, and people would start arriving for party prep soon.

And as excited as the bluenette android is for his younger sister(ish)’s birthday… As excited as he is to see her smile, and laugh, and open her gifts, there’s someone else he can’t help but think of.

The human Miku from before… Was she celebrating alone tonight? While he knows that the only thing between himself and that stranger is a sense of disconnect, he can’t help but feel sorry for her. He remembered what it felt like, in the period between the announcement that his voicebank was a failure, and the first duet with Miku, to suffer alone.

It doesn’t take a lot of convincing Crypton to get the address of the human popstar, at least, nowhere near as much convincing as it takes himself to actually travel there. It’s not far, definitely a short bike ride, but it’s all he can do on the way to keep from panicking. 

When KAITO finally arrives, he takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he dismounts and then props the bike up on its kickstand. He looks around, suddenly concerned that someone (namely Miku) would see him. Once he assures himself that no one’s around, he makes his way to her doorstep, setting down a small box from the local bakery, wrapped with a blue bow. Inside are three cupcakes–nothing fancy, just what they had premade–and a note with “Happy birthday, Miku!” written on it. He doesn’t sign it, and he doesn’t stay, making his way back to his bicycle and to Crypton to finish party preparations.

     Happy Birthday, Miku.      There was to be a party tonight. Humanloids only. The originals. Her. Rin. Len. Meiko. Luka. The others, too, from Internet CO. AH Software. IA. Gumi. Gakupo. Kaii Yuki. Yohio. They’d all be there -- ..  But someone would be missing. Her first birthday without his presence.     && That was all she could think about, sitting on the floor of her bedroom with her endless teal tresses tangled up in a towel. Too lazy to change into clothes, just yet, I’ll lie here just a bit longer, allow my hair to dry. But for how much longer? Perhaps an eternity -- even past the party, past her birthday. Past all days. I’ll never leave this spot again. And why was she feeling so gloomy on her special day? All because of one boy ? How pitiful and pathetic for her to allow one individual’s absence to haunt her so deeply. Ah, but, it cannot be helped. I can’t help it. I love him.      I still love him.      How painful it is to force such a blossoming emotion to fade. What torture he’s inflicted upon her, leaving her so suddenly -- abandoning her. Ah, but it’s not the first time. Should I not be used to loss by now?      Miku stands up and pulls the towel away from her hair; all of it falls gracefully down her shoulders and back, wet and dark. Heavy. The scent of her strawberry shampoo wafts through the air, delicate and fruity. The sun shines through the window, dust floating through the glowing rays casting upon the carpet. How fragile and beautiful; she twirls her fingertips between the particles in hopes to catch them in her palms but they are far too minuscule to be seen in the crevices of her gentle hands. && With a small exhale, she rises to glide the blinds and allow a burst of sunshine into this small room. It is warm and comforting, washing over her, a rejuvenating light to allow her joints to move freely and her heart to beat. She is reborn. Little feet slide into pink slippers, fuzzy and tipped with bunny ears and a black nose, and she travels through her abode with destination as the front door. It is time to check the mail -- any gifts for her on her special day? Although she does not care about presents so much, not the way she used to. There is only one thing she wishes for this year. The presence of those she loves and those who love her, too.      Opening the door, the warmth of the summer breeze welcomes her && she inhales deeply. The scent of gorgeous blossoms wafts through the air && she closes her eyes, raises her arms above her head and stretches outwards, touching the stars. Her hair, tangled and darkened from the dampness, sits at her hips and offers a cool sensation on skin that remains barely covered by a simple cotton towel clinging to her body. Those arms fall and twist strands around a fingertip, she moves a foot forward and ah-- the tip of her toe hits something.     “ Eh ? “    A box. Blue bow. Blue ribbon. Deep, magnetic blue -- like his eyes. It’s the first thing she thinks of upon her gaze, and there’s a sinking feeling in her chest. What is this? She lowers -- though carefully, being only in a towel; a slip-up could offer a show the idol intends not to give. The box has no tag. No name. Only a simple note:  Happy Birthday, Miku. In a handwriting, however, that she does not recognize. && Upon opening the mysterious box sweetness overwhelms her senses, there are three bright cupcakes adorned in pretty pink icing, what hard work must have been put into preparing these. Hot pink nonpareils travel around the curves of the icing and each is topped with a fondant yellow flower; bright and glowing, like the sun shining above her && drying her hair as she stands in this summer warmth. Her instinct calls for her fingertip to poke into the icing and test the taste, but they are too charming to indulge in. She will save them for later, but for now, the curiosity of whom the gift comes from overwhelms her bones. && it cannot be helped that a sudden sadness urges from the deep crevice of the darkest part of her heart, there’s a thought, a longing that prods. Who else could it be from, with that elegant blue ribbon? A sigh.    “ .. Kai - kun .. “ her voice is soft, it cannot be heard even from the end of her yard. She stares into the street and sees cars pass, people walking their dogs, riding on bicycles. What if it is from him? What if he’s still here, lurking around the corner? With the box still in her hands, ribbon undone and lid dangling, she continues down the concrete steps of the patio && pauses. A little louder, she calls: “ .. Kai - kun? “    Her eyes widen and now she’s running to the end of the sidewalk, stopping at the street, looking back && forth both ends of the path in desperate search of a familiar figure. “ Kai .. .KAITO !  “ Her voice resonates into nothingness; the rush of a speeding car, chatter of pedestrians, and twittering of pigeons taking over.       && Of course, there is no response. A passerby glances at her with curiosity && judgement, why is she standing in the middle of the sidewalk half - naked?       ... Defeated, Hatsune turns around and heads back inside. The small corners of her bedroom call to her with open arms so that she can sulk peacefully, privately, with the cupcakes sitting opened yet untouched on the counter, on her special day.     Happy 19th Birthday, Hatsune. 

[lamorbidezza]

[rnusings]

˻ starry starry rp prompts ˺

→ for when you feel that space feel. ☆

STARTERS:

“Hey, look - a shooting star!”

“We’re gonna miss the meteor shower, come on and hurry up!”

“Maybe it’s just the moon and the stars above us and all, but you look really nice tonight. Like, more than usual.”

“Hey… Do you think aliens exist?“

“I just noticed this tonight, but your freckles sort of remind me of the stars… You probably get that a lot.”

“Aren’t you an astrologer? Do you get to go to space?”

“That’s the Taurus constellation right there, and that’s the Big Dipper…“

“Dammit, I forgot my camera!“

“Phew, it’s pretty cold out tonight…“

“This is a pretty neat first date, star gazing. Didn’t know you could be so romantic…”

“Did your bring your telescope? I wanna see them clearer.”

“I thought this would be kinda boring at first, not gonna lie, but this is actually pretty fun.”

PROMPTS:

Send ☆ for our muses to have a picnic under the stars.

Send ☄ for my muse knock on your muse’s window in the middle of the night. (Bonus: my muse uses a rock and accidentally breaks your muse’s window.)

Send ♃ for an alternate universe wherein my muse comes from another alien planet who accidentally somehow bump into yours.

Send ♆ for our muses to go to the beach late at night to stargaze.

[yaoi-is-paradise-deactivated201]

[luvbey]

beautiful

[atatakami]

ima kono basho de ikite imi o [ sagashidasu ] yori mo 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝑜𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 yuku, jikan no PURASU, s a g a s h i d a s o u . . .

[smollmikey]

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

“It never works for us, and it never will.”

“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

“I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”

“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”

“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”

“I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”

“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”

“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”

“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”

“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”

“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”

“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”

“You’re just not enough anymore.”

“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”

“Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”

“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”

“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”

“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”

“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”

“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”

“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”

“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”

“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”

“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”

“I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”

“All of this was to protect myself.”

“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”

“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”

“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”

“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”

“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”

“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”

“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”

“I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”

“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”

“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”

“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”

“I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”

“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”

“Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”

“It would have been better if we never met.”

“You’re my regret.”

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”

“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”

“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”