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@blindedhope
I don’t understand how people say mean things so easily lol like someone could have spent years learning to love themselves and you say something and take them back to square one with just a few words
I hope you read this and take it to heart
@imperise // [ sc ]
“So I was needed here because..?” Everything about him hinted that he was bored; his bland voice, emotionless face, his slouched posture as he taps away on his phone in refusal to make eye contact. Only a few times does he look up, solely to scan his surroundings to look for an exit.
“Am I just here to listen to you brag about your shit art or something? Being an art kid isn’t a personality you know.” As if fate was listening to him he looks up once more and notices propped up canvas filled with colors next to him. Without a blink he kicks the stand, watching the art piece topple to the ground. A smirk slowly appears, raising his phone up to cover his mouth. “Whoops.”
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@gungambled // [ sc ]
“I-I don’t gamble.” That was a lie. “I-I mean, I do gamble, just not with cards. I don’t know how to play well, I usually just go to the machines..” He wouldn’t call himself an expert on those either, but they give him better results than any sort of card games they offer in the casino. “Last time I played poker with a friend I ended up losing, a miracle that they still let me keep my money out of pity.” A sigh, a hang moving to pick at his sleeve. “I don’t think I’ve told you I go to casinos have I? Many get surprise when I mention offhand that I gamble.”
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alright so this is a bit of a tough decision, but for the sake of my comfort and health and the sanity of this blog im going to be dropping threads
not all of them; theres gonna be a few that im still interested in and willing to get back to when i can, but i personally think letting go of some of them will take some weight off
below are threads that i still wanna keep but also as a personal thread tracker. if youre not on here but we have smth going and u wanna keep it let me know ! but i am gonna post a starter call later so no worries
heck miles here w/ a remade blog (for the 6th time i know that’s ADD life for ya) for kirigiri kyouko of dangan ronpa!!! slam a like on this bad boy if u’d like to interact and a reblog is much appreciated
u ever think??
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thought 2 hard and hurt my own damn feeling .
@omghoshii
He never made it to his room. Saihara had stopped him- scolded him like a child, and went right back to where he was before. God, he was really an idiot huh? A selfish self-righteous moron that had assumed so much and assumed some more thinking he was right. He was such an idiot. The bottle tossed towards him bounced uselessly on the floor, tapping lightly against the knee of the fool that could only hang his head in shame. But, the words that came next from his family sunk the prisoner’s heart to places he thought were long past gone. Hate?
“….I-I could never hate you.” The words choke out, pathetic and warbly just like he always was- like he always has been. “The only person I can hate, is the coward that ran away as his family were slaughtered like animals.” The breaths between his words only getting more labored as he spoke- slowly raising volume despite so much trying to stop him from talking. “I only hate the coward that left his girlfriend- his fiancee, alone to die cold and scared and afraid and wondering why her boyfriend wasn’t there to help her like he promised to.” How long had it been since he felt this way? Since he had murdered the mafia, right? Back when he called the police with tears streaking down his face and blood on his skin. “I only hate the coward that just tried to run from the only piece of family he has left.” He hadn’t changed at all, had he? “I could never hate you Shuichi. I only hate the moron that refuses to learn despite all the chances he’s been given.”
The floor was quickly pooling with tears. Tears and sweat and spit and snot that poured off his face with no signs of stopping as he gasped for air like the deplorable creature he was. He hadn’t grown at all. He hadn’t changed a single bit from back then. He was still the same pathetic coward that thought he was right and avoided consequences at every turn. “I’m- I’m sorry you wasted your time Shuichi. I’m sorry I made you think I could change.”
As quick as he could, the prisoner rose to his feet and dashed from the room, certain this time to Shukuchi his way out to swing the door open, only to do the same with his own as well as he begun to tear the place apart- his cat barely making it out unscathed when objects were tossed left and right. All he was good for was running. Running running running away from everything. It was time to stop then, right? Grow a backbone for once. He could do this. He could face his actions at least one time.
All he needed to do was find his phone.
The detective watches his friend break down with a neutral expression. Guilt stirs in his chest as his the nerves in his system slowly try to communicate with his brain and process the situation. Yet he stays there standing, watching him without a word. Even when he runs out of the room he continues to stand there and watch him, only to sigh and follow him out of the room a few moments later. I see. He’s going to play with fire, but its going to be the only option he has.
The second he enters Hoshi’s apartment he couldn't help but find some relatableness to the situation. Maybe it was because he was still a bit tipsy, but the sight was the embodiment of what he felt on the inside. Focus. He comes back to his senses when he sees a fluffy object come hurtling towards him and cower behind his legs. “Poor thing.” He mumbles, crouching down to pick up the startled cat and prevent him from becoming a lost stray again.
He wasn’t sure if Hoshi noticed him there, but a part of him didn’t care if he didn’t. His attention went towards the phone on the floor a few feet away. With the cat kept close protectively in one arm, he picks up the stranded phone with his free hand.
“Looking for this?” He finally speaks up, raising the phone in his hand. His eyes showed exhaustion yet worry. “What ‘ya said back there... That was pretty stupid.” He tries to be gentle with his words, but the bluntness was clear. He can only hope he doesn’t make things any worse.
“’I’m sorry you wasted your time Shuuichi. I’m sorry I made you think I could change?’ Really, what a joke. Tell me, Hoshi, what do you see me as? As someone I truly am or as someone your brain and inner turmoil has morphed so badly the nightmare became a reality? If that’s really what you picked up from me then I must be one awful person. I apologize if any action I’ve done told you that I was disappointed, but I never was, not until now anyways. I’ll tell you why.” Some worry remained on the cat, he crouches down once more to set the phone and feline down so he can check him for injuries.
“I’m disappointed, and I’m going to tell you exactly why. With my own words. Not your head. Understand?” He seems to be okay. “It’s because you have the audacity to take your struggle out on me. To the point you saw me for someone I’m not. Really, Hoshi, you honest to God for a moment thought I of all people was going to give up on you? No, Hoshi, you gave up on yourself. You’re simply making things harder for yourself to go through. Even now I still believe you’ll change. You have, drastically, you’re different than what the judge calls you. Or what my coworkers call you.”
He falls silent, a sigh escaping his lips. Nothing he had said so far carried any trace of anger. Rather, his voice was soft and as gentle as he could get it to be. The tone of a friend who wanted to do what was best for his friend. He can support and give him kindness for as long as he wanted, but the truth seemed to be what he needed to hear the most. “If you have the energy to talk horribly about yourself like that, you have the energy to stand up to yourself. I’m a hypocrite for it, but my loved one had to get the concept of me fixing myself into my head, and I will do the same for you. I know what its like to berate myself, to beat myself when I was already down, to hold guilt and blame for years, to view myself as unworthy for the love and care I’ve been given. I know how horrible life can be. I know how difficult it is to let things go. I may not understand everything you’ve gone through, but I sympathize with you, I know enough to know you still have a chance. And I know enough to know I will be there for you every step of the way. You may not get there in a day, or a week, or even a year, but I know you can get there. However, I can only do so much. I’m not a God, Hoshi, but anything broken can be fixed. Running away, however, won’t fix it. I know it won’t because I already tried.”
He slides the phone across the floor to the other. This time he doesn’t meet his eyes, simply focuses on the poor cat to give him a few pets. “If you want to go back, go. Only if you want to. Don’t think about me and what I want. Because I would never want you to leave. If you believe this is a good decision for your wellbeing and health, then okay. My words are not out of hostility, Hoshi, I want to do everything I can to help you. I’m not angry at you, I don’t even hate you. I never will.”
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Back at it again with another URL meme.
Do I Follow Them?: Skits if I ever stop following just assume I’m possessed by a demon, I’ve been hacked, or I’ve been stone cold murdered.Why Did I Follow Them?: I am 90% sure it was just, you followed me first. And then I followed back and things slowly and surely went downhill into the lovely mess that is our interactions that I adore every day of my life tbh.Do We Role Play?: YEAH. WE DO. But only when we aren’t engaging in intergalactic combat against our deepest foes; laziness, depression and life itself.An AU Idea For Our Muses: We’re already doing the dream AU tbh!! It’s an idea that’s at least half a year old and altho I mainly used it as shipping fuel like the garbage bastard I am at heart, I love that I’ve been able to explore Hoshi the way I am here because it’s so different compared to how it’s usually done to how other people would expect smth like this to go and OH YEAH I JUST REALLY LOVE THIS AU OKAY.BUT ALSO Nier AU where Hoshi is 2b and Saihara is 9s. ft. Ouma or Maki as a2.A Song For Our Muses: Let’s go! && The Weight of the WorldDo I Ship Our Muses?: They’re best friends guys. They play Kir.by together and argue about coffee preferences when they aren’t working. The dream life really.What I Think About The Mun: Skits is literally amazing. I love rping w/ Skits, I love talking to Skits, and even tho they never answer my discord messages and I never know where else to message them at they’re amazing. <- that was a joke I still love u. Any fan of Kirb in particular gets medals of approval from me b/c A+++++. Also, bold of you to assume that I don’t cry whenever I reply to a thread.Overall Opinion: Petition to sell my soul to Skits for more good times™ please and ty.
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“You know, sweet pea, if you need a hand with that, you coooould just ask for it…” He’s making a rather dramatic show of pointedly NOT offering him help without incentive, that much is for sure. Most people would probably step forward without prompting, but he’s not most people. “Of course, if you think you can handle it, by all means. It’s funny to watch.”
......Sweet pea?????????
“O-Oh! I... I.... uh-.” What was he doing again? He can’t remember, his entire focus went on his worry about how obvious the red hue that had started to appear on his face was. He stutters, extremely taken aback and baffled by not only the other’s sudden appearance but his words itself. “H-Help? With... With what?”
He attempted to reach for his cap, then realized it wasn’t there. Oh okay. “Right! I-It’s nothing, a friend of mine s-stole my hat... again. I-Its nothing I’ll get it back later-- maybe.” He spoke uncharacteristically quickly, settling for keeping his eyes on the ground. I can’t describe how much I hate myself right now. “I-It’s not big deal, really- uh-- thanks for o-offering to help?”
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‘ That’d be nice of you. ’ He holds back the urge to remark on how he seems nicer than the rest–he’s lucky if he’s gone a day without being berated or at least glared at in some way, by some one. When it came to the Nockfell residents, Sal figures the truth they want is the one they made up–not one that was actually happening in front of their eyes. And to an extent … he couldn’t blame them for that either, as frustrating as it was. He promised the truth, and he gave times over exactly that. Whether they wanted to believe him or not was nothing he could control.
He hesitates in looking up in the direction of the man talking–he was granted his prosthesis when not in isolation, and those in charge thankfully gave it to him upon request for further questioning–though he’s more than aware how off-putting such a blank slate might appear. Maybe this new guy would be a little more understanding, too. He’s been nothing but polite so far after all … ‘ Don’t worry, I don’t really have any plans. ’ He could spend all day here, if he had to. Not that he particularly wanted to, but any form of interaction was better than none.
There’s a pause before he speaks up again, he knows a bit of what to expect–more questioning, more prying for answers that were potentially more realistic–but when it came to specifics, he was at a loss. ‘ …I just…want to warn you, ’ A better start than any. ‘ …this is all going to sound pretty crazy. But I promise I’m telling the truth. ’ ( I don’t have any reason to lie to you. )
He doesn't have any keys, but he has his resources. Satisfied with the other's response, he pulls a paperclip out of his pocket. He fiddles it for a moment, twisting the sharp end of it until it was usable. Silently, he approaches the end of the table and crouches down to Sal's level so he can gently hold onto one end of the cuffs. A muttered apology spills out before falling silent so he can hear the picklock move inside the key hole. He takes a minute to be oddly grateful for his criminal of a husband.
“I guess I am a little nice, huh?” He mumbles softly after a few moments, not wanting to leave Sal in the dark, “I know I work differently than most, even back home people do not like how I treat people like you. I can't help but want to show them kindness, I suppose. After all, I do not know you, and you do not know me-- why bother my first impression being me yelling at you for a few hours?”
A satisfying click and the latch releases. Relieved that he got the hang of it, he moves on to the next before continuing; “Murderer or not, people like you are still human. You still have feelings. And I know there is something about you that they are not telling me, maybe something that they do not want to admit. Which, you know, is fine by me. If they will not listen to you than I will. You carry something special, enough for me to not judge you on first glance. I can feel it.”
Not long after and Sal was free from the cuffs. He places them on the table and stands to walk back to his spot across from him. “I suggest you do not worry about me too much.” He doesn't know what he could have possibly went through, in terms of the case itself and even before that, perhaps it was best he didn't know about the latter portion just yet. “Believe me, I went through crazy things of my own. We have all the time we need.” He stares at the mask, gaze showing his clear focus on him but still held a sympathetic side. “Just start from the beginning.”
“ hello darkness my old friend … “
dont let ur memes be dreams // @auctes
“..You can’t really make fun of me for being edgy now, can you, Fukawa-san?”
❛ i can’t tell if i’m really nice but secretly an asshole or an asshole but secretly really nice ❜
dont let ur memes be dreams // @lackchoice
“Well the kids still like you being around, so I’d say its both. Which also means you’re officially part of the family, so welcome. Enjoy your stay.”
❛ apparently 'spite' is not an 'appropriate answer' to the question "what motivates you?" ❜
dont let ur memes be dreams // @lackchoice
“Well that’s a damn shame, guess I need to find a new motivator in life.” With a cup of black coffee in his hand, he uses his free one to playfully poke the other on his head.
“I say that’s a pretty appropriate answer though. I at least don’t expect you to say anything else, if anything kudos to you for being able to recycle feelings and turn it into spite.” Hoisting himself up, he manages to get himself sitting on the counter. He was aware that he could fall off it at any moment, but instead he takes a sip of his coffee.
“Not many people can do that sort of thing you know. Which is fine, they can figure out how to do it if they want to. But you being able to channel that energy into something that can make you motivated is a good answer, something to be proud of even.” Another sip of his coffee and he lets out a hum. “Even I have trouble with it sometimes. Some days are more difficult than others, and that’s fine too. You don’t need to have okay days all the time. Just continue to put that ‘spite’ into good use. Don’t listen to them, its a good answer.”
He scoots off the counter and heads over to the coffee pot to get another cup. He’s not going to say that this is his fourth cup, Sal doesn’t need to know that. “Anyways, have you eaten yet? I still have time before work, I can make you something before I leave you to deal with my kids that you don’t like.”
A sigh escaped the lips of the apprentice, although not one of defeat or sorrow. Rather, it was one of happiness and satisfaction as he rubbed at his cats paw affectionately. "Paws are so cute on cats. They're soft and warm, and sometimes even have toe tufts. But the best part is always the toe beans. Always so small and adorable." Of course after a little bit, Hoshi realized he mentioned that out loud rather than in his head, and coughed awkwardly as he tried to hide what he had just said.
// @nctsukashii
He wasn’t sure if cat petting hour had appeared out of stress or sleep deprivation, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. He himself had been occupied with scratching the back of Yuki’s ears, the detective mumbling softly about things that didn’t matter as he did so. How long he was stuck there in that daydreaming state he didn’t know, but he slowly started coming back to reality once he heard the other’s voice. He only managed to catch a part of what he had said, but it was enough to know what he was talking about, enough to put a small smile on his face.
He stayed silent, not wanting to say something that’ll interrupt the other and stop him from what he was doing. The most he did was cover his mouth with his sleeve to hide his subtle giggling when he watched the other’s expression turn into embarrassment. How cute.
“Your love for cats is showing, Hoshi.” He can’t judge, he acts similar around the strays that he encounters on his way to work. “They really do have cute things about them, don’t they? Even the smallest of features.” He takes his hand off his feline friend and gives them a small boop on their nose. Hoshi was lucky that the detective didn’t like to pull stunts, he would have stolen this cat for himself if he could.
“You know… I’ve never heard anyone say ‘toe beans’ out loud. Gotta say, its adorable.”
