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maybe i should archive this blog. there's no real point in being here anymore.... mmm yea ill probably do that when im home

{ tbh i think im gonna go on a lil hiatus here bc im really enjoying myself in a different community and it's more fun so. idk if ill come back here or not but if i do u will know }

#{ i guess farewell for now?? }#{ i may pop on here from time to time but probs not }

{ but rping as hibiya would b really cool }

#{ ♫; ooc }#{ YKNOW WHAT FU CK I TI MDOING IT }#{ BYE LOSERS }

{ glad 2 know everyone agrees }

#{ goodbye.... }

{ the moral of the story: im not quality }

#{ u know what jane spells? }#{ coughslosercoughs }

{ i hate how my "quality" is all over the place. one moment ill do prose and poetry and the next "what is words" }

#{ the life and woes of me }

Because you're a very very hella Sayaka rper!! uwu

{ u people on anon are making blush very very hella hard }

#{ ♫; ooc }#{ ♫; answered }#{ what did i do to deserve such kindness }#anonymous

chuutou replied to your post “{ im at that point where i want so many threads that i gonna overload...”

im at the point where i need to POST MORE OFTEN AAAAAH

{ aAHH IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO FRIEND I WAS ON MOBILE BUT //PETS U }

#{ ♫; ooc }#chuutou #{ d/w... we both have problems }

i follow you because you're a very rad sayaka and you seem really nice!! bless your little heart

{ ah thank you shoy!! still workin on that starter fear not }

#{ ♫; ooc }#{ ♫; answered }

Because you're my favorite Maizono and you're a great mun. :^)

{ -squints at- who told u such l i e s }

#{ ♫; ooc }#{ ♫; answered }#{ srsly.... really kind anon }

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tell me why u follow me on anon

#{ or not on anon }#{ t h e c h o i c e i s u r s }

{ im at that point where i want so many threads that i gonna overload myself }

#{ laUGHS LOUDLY }#{ i need to st op }

optimizmas

ｂｌｕｅｅｖｅｎｉｎｇｓ－ｏｐｅｎ

And he sighed, because according to the small telly he’d watched for countless days back at the hospital, it was times like those when you were supposed to sigh. And telly never lied, right? After all, it was the only model he’d had on how to act, aside from the kind nurses who’d been surrounding him twenty-four/seven.

But, even with the sound of hair heaving out of his lips and the raindrops being whisked away by the window, he knew that the best thing to do at the moment was to just wait until things got better. To hope that his situation would improve. Yes, he was alone, without what, according to those cheesy sitcoms was a family, and lacked friend as well.

Nagito didn’t mind that, to be honest; it was just a sign that if he had enough hope, it would all be much better. He could be certain that his waiting would pay off.

People-watching had become his hobby ever since he’d been released, and he took at least a bit of time every day to do so. Even though the rain was raging and the only things protecting him were a checkered umbrella and his favourite green jacket, he didn’t pay it any mind. He carefully observed as persons walked by, and he couldn’t help but think about just how different they all were. And then came the bad thoughts, because, ever since he’d woken up, he had realised that everything good comes accompanied by something horrible.

Perhaps they did have a warm home waiting for them, unlike himself. Maybe they were hurrying to the nearest bar to hang out with their chums, or to a restaurant to see their lover. But he, he could be certain that one day, he’d be able to do the same. That maybe, just maybe, these blue evenings would give place to warm, yellow days…

cantimata

Most people would rather take shelter beneath a tree, a roof, a blanket of comfort during these rainstorms. The blue rain, however, only enticed Maizono to step outside her shelled bubble and welcome it with a smile and open arms; reaching palm-up to catch the little droplets between her fingers. And then, she would let them slide through the cracks, splatter onto the sidewalk until more fell that she could watch. People passed by her and paid her little more mind than "what a pretty girl." The umbrella she held shielded her face from the crowds in hope that nobody would recognize her; she wanted this evening to herself and no one else. Or, at the very least, she would share the evening with one other person--and that was it. No more, no less. She was used to crowds gathering around her at the stadium, her dressing room, her house; but every once in awhile, the hoard became old, and she needed to push the spotlight away if just for a moment.

What was it like to be invisible? Relieving? Depressing? The last time she felt ignored was when she was much younger; and even then, her family showered her in attention and something resembling love. She wouldn't dare let such memories bring tears to her eyes; tears were weak and subtle, but in the rain, they merely mixed with the salty droplets and pretended to be a part of something bigger; something that didn't revolve around her. Focusing on other people was how she overcame her fears and crippling insecurities; so, she scanned the sidewalk devoid of many people, though some walked with a quickened pace and an umbrella in tow. Though it was cold, Maizono felt warm in the presence of others; realizing that she wasn't alone in the rain, but perhaps she was alone in her love for the rain. For its beauty and coolness and even the smell--a distinguishable moldy scent that Maizono loved to inhale.

She caught the gaze of a white-haired man standing nearby and her expression of awe melted into a smile; lips lifted into the simplest smile she could manage to give a stranger, making sure so that their umbrellas did not knock against each other when she came to a stop beside him.

"It's pretty, isn't it? The rain, I mean," she spoke, feeling no embarrassment to conversing with a stranger on the sidewalk.

#{ ♫; ic }#optimizmas #{ i hate seeing an open left unanswered so-- }#{ i hope its alright if i respond! uvu }

oftd

舞園さやか▼ | みとざくろ

#{ ♫; selfies }#{ what a cutie }

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s h o w t i m e || egos + false notes

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► Oh. An idol. That must explain her unacceptable behavior. Hayato sighed, blinking as he looked her over for a third and final time. First, the stereotypical rant about how all idols were real, and she was no exception.

"Mhm," he sighed in distaste, rolling his eyes. "Not like I ain’t heard that one before, hun. We’re all idols deep down insid— I’m sorry, what the HELL did you just say?” And it was then that the idol better have realized just how badly she fucked up. Hayato stepped forward, completely towering over the girl. “Let’s get something straight here, Teen Idle. My mother is the kindest woman on this fuckin’ planet, and she raised me just right. That’s why I fuckin’ apologized when I blew that shit in your face because a) I know that shit don’t smell nice, and b) I try my best to be nice to people, especially girls.” "But when people like you, Queen Bee, come around and act like they own the place? Eh, sure, I’m not gonna be as nice. But I swear to whatever god is up there watching over us, I don’t wanna hear a damn thingcome out of your prissy little mouth about my mother.” "I won’t hit ya — god, no; I hate fuckin’ fightin’ — but I’ll make sure you and whatever group of plastic has-beens can’t walk down the street without being known as "those girls" anymore, am I understood? So, how about we try this again — I’m sorry for the mishap, Miss. I didn’t see you coming, and I know that cigarette smoke is god-awful. Is there anything I can do to make up for my mistake?”

cantimata

Nothing quites stirs the heart into action like a little jump, right?

As soon as the words left her tainted lips, Maizono immediately regretted them. It was apparent what a temper this man had, and even more obvious was the fact that she did not want to mess around with it. A mere ant beneath a tower; that was how she felt when his looming presence stood tall over her lithe one, and it was then that she realized how insignificant she was at this very moment--that she should not test her luck. She would not dare let herself stutter, but currently, she felt as though she mouth might betray her and quiver; therefore, she remained silent.

Her pride was far too swelled for her to apologize, especially to someone who smoked, but her fear for her own life forced her to, at the very least, settle her emotions. "S-sorry--I just--"

No point in continuing, lest she screw up even more.

"--Hey, I am an idol. The Super High School Level Idol, in fact. The least you can do is make sure it doesn't happen again and--"

Nervously, she glanced around. Darkness cornered her every which way she looked. "--make sure I don't get mugged on the way home, maybe. And maybe lose the attitude about 'idols,' hm? I saw that eye-roll; I wasn't born yesterday, you know." Already, she had given herself a 'bad rep' in this neck of the woods, and just as quickly, the man standing before her had given himself a 'bad rep' as a smoker. Oh how she despised even being in his vicinity, but forced herself to stand there, despite her shaking legs.

#{ ♫; ic }#egozotik #{ her first time pissing someone off; so proud of u bb }#{ also i apologize for how maizono acts! 'v' }

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s h o w t i m e || egos + false notes

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► The screams of the girl in front of him caused his nerves to shoot up higher than his body on a pole during a bass drop. He took a step back from the girl, ebony brow skyrocketing up into a perfect arch. And yet, the woman’s exclamations bothered him none. He took a drag of his cigarette, the tip of the white killer burning. His head turned, purposefully blowing the exhaust in the opposite direction of the girl. "Who do I think I am?" He retorted, arching a brow at the person in front of him. "I think I’m Tachibana Hayato, Super High School Level Exotic Dancer. I don’t know who you are, but that fake-as-hell nose proves you’re some kind’a elite." He chuckled, readjusting his lip ring. “So, what’re you? Actress? Heiress? Prostitute? Not that there’s anything wrong with that last one; I know some very kind ladies of the night.’ "However," he said, tapping away ashes onto the pavement below him, taking one final drag before dropping the cancer stick onto the concrete, successfully stamping it out under a leather, knee-length boot. His chin came in line with her browline, grey eyes glowing in the moonlight. One. Two. Three. Three perfect circles of smoke escaped his lips, not coming anywhere near that perfect face of hers, and instead, dissolving roughly a few inches above her head, the rings completely dissipating after a moment exposed to the oxygen. "However," he demanded, crossing his arms. “I’ve done apologized for makin’ a mistake. I didn’t see you comin’ down the street. There’s not much more I can do f’er ya if y’er gonna hang around.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek, scanning her once more. Who did she think she was?

cantimata

Her contorted face showed no signs of hospitality, quite clearly still agitated from their previous misunderstanding. However, her breathing had returned to normal after a few deep breaths { inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, Maizono }, and she soon realized exactly what sort of situation she had landed herself in. Now was not the time to be acting as though she were in charge of the situation, { because, really, she wasn't--if anything, she could quite possibly be a victim on tomorrow's headlines }. And it didn't seem as though this man recognized her, for surprise was not etched into his finely sculpted face. Or, perhaps he recognized her and did not care; either way would invoke an irritated Maizono.

"F-fake?" she demanded, crossing her arms and raising her chin so that she could meet his gaze with an everlocking cold stare. "I'll have you know my nose is not fake, nor is any other part of my body--fat or limb. I put hard work into this appearance, so don't you dare pass it off as 'fake.' Didn't your mother teach you manners?" A bitterness accompanied her words, and she turned her head as he breathed smoke once more--just to be sure he didn't cause her to have another episode. She let out a sigh of irritation, obviously not wanting to stick around here much longer; the darkness' jaws closed in on her as though she were its prey, and this man did not help her uneasiness. Who knew what other dangers lie in wait for her. Rarely did she ever walk this street, and it may just be her last time taking the dive. She wondered how quickly she would be replaced by her fans should her life end; how disappointed they would be if she did not return safely. Strange how a girl like her would think of her fans before her friends or family--but that was how Maizono's train of thought worked; fame before future.

"I'm an idol," she snapped, pulling herself away from his vicinity, "and I don't appreciate having smoke blown into my face. Trust me--I'm not 'hanging around' here any longer." Her mouth seemed to run before her thoughts, and she must have totally skipped over the "SHSL" part, for she paid no mind to it. Her only goal right now was to get home and avoid this and all other strangers along the way.

#{ ♫; ic }#egozotik #{ mhm ofc! }

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