THE CUNNING NORMAL.

with your SNAKE SPIT deceit & cunning liar eyes, what do you want from the innocent ? private & selective tsuguhito yuta from kiznaiver.

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*finger guns* gonna watch the new ep and then work on my oc if u wanna talk to me on sk/y/pe it’s trashcanpng but tell me ur url in ur request otherwise i’ll deny it :’) 

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is anyone online rn that can listen to me yell abt an oc and my inability to keep up blogs

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:(

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softly.....

what if i made a blog for bsd.......

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y do personals reblog content from rp blogs esp promos like y this

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super quick to do list !!

icon ep5 bc i forgot and i need my ep5 icons

make a new theme for yuta 

maybe change my icons again ?? who knows

dual promo with @spectacledpride​

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                   ( sometimes, a bond can bloom from the first day eye contact is made. )

                 indie honoka maki & tsuguhito yuta from kiznaiver / written by budgie & kelly

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yoshiharu hisomu.

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                         He could feel the INTENSITY of most of the class’s gaze set on him where he sat in the usually EMPTY seat. One GLARE in particular stood out especially, however. That of a fellow KIZNAIVER. He made sure to shoot a particularly DAZZLING smile in the direction of the GIRLS who sat around him, sensing him BRISTLE in response. Maybe that much would earn him a BEATING of some sort. He could only HOPE.

digits itch to throw something at the other male, to place the nearest object betwixt thin fingers & have them smash right into yoshiharu’s face ( but he found null in the experience, it never felt as good when yuta was well aware that pain inflicted was pleasure gained ) & settles right for glaring, to settle deep & anger heavy stares into the seventh kiznaiver. strained smile sits ‘pon flushed countenance when the girls turn & focus their reluctant attention on him once more.

it only serves to create more annoyance that buries under his skin. a moment passes before he stands up, strides over to yoshiharu despite the stares against his back & sets hands ‘pon the table, anger radiating from him in danger spoken waves. ❛ if you wanted to show up to class, maybe you could have done it earlier. ❜

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niiyama nico.

♡      “ h-huh? ”

violet eyes widen in surprise, a nervous feeling settles in the pit of her stomach, fingers clenching tighter around her cell phone. “ i—-i.. ” the HESITANCE to delete the photo has left her now, replaced by a new urgency to get rid of it. creating some type of rift in their friendship is the last thing she’d want to do. ( O, NAIVE CHILD, YOUR INNOCNECE OUTWEIGHS YOUR PERCEPTIVENESS ) she swiftly hits the ‘ DELETE ’ button under the picture,  her small, delicate hand gripping onto his shirt to gain his attention after he had turned away. “ y-yuta-kun, nico deleted it, see, see? ” she offers a strained smile in his direction.

his heart may be hades & he conscience may be machiavellian, but his heart aches with guilt & regret at her reaction. perhaps, he took it an inch too far. he recalls how much the concept of friendship means to her ( knows he took advantage of it so his own comfort zone could resume - neglected to think of purity & her gentle grasp on hell touched skin ) & ducks his head before turning around to face divine eccentricity. he pats her head ( apology sparked & guilt eaten ) as he heaved a sigh through rust lined lungs. 

❛ y-you know what ? i think i’m starting to see why you think the picture is cute. ❜ though voice grates on metal tongue, cover up lie copper bleeding & tang spiked, he wants to take that expression off her features / to stop feeling the sharp tugs at his heart. ❛ you can take another one, no ? didn’t you say something about your dad working at a hospital ? i’ll even help you. ❜ & it tears at an image of himself from younger ( who worked too hard to achieve what he looks like now / to achieve that status he tirelessly bled for ) but sympathy runs deep in his veins & he wants that strained look on her features to disappear. 

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IM LOWKEY SPAMMING THE DASH BUT @ EVERYONE 

embrace ur new cherry boy

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fairyfaked replied to your post:url change //

IM LAUGHIGN

ofimmorality replied to your post:url change //

i,m screamign this is perfect

embrace ur cherry boy

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breakmaki replied to your post:should i change my url to cherrybcy

oh my g o d i’m /dead/. it’s perfect. follow your dreams!!! (if you want to omg your url now is good too!!)

my dreams have been followed it’s cherrybcy now hasfkjhakjs

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url change //

normiety >> cherrybcy

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excosanostra replied to your post:should i change my url to cherrybcy

yes thats genius pl ease

(^: time to be cherrybcy

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should i change my url to cherrybcy

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yoshiharu hisomu.

      Amusement wells within them and they remain close despite the lack of contact, watching as Yuta cleans his hands of their very essence. It’s redundant - their hands are clean, as are the bandages they wear in this moment, the things having been changed for fresh ones not even an hour ago. Hisomu was firm in their belief that sudden pain was best, but they also were finding themself truly believing that knowing the other kiznaivers was helpful too. 

            They were all funny, at the very least, and dangerous in their own special ways. Hismou thinks their newfound friendship is nice, but wishes everyone would bicker more and more. 

      “If you don’t want to hit me now, that’s okay. But I want you to know you can! Especially if you don’t want to be friends, either. Hating me might even make it good for you, too, mm? It would be nice to see you overreact more than you do. Explode a little !!”

he knows hisomu may just be trying to rile him up ( & they were good at it too - often, yuta found himself subject to their comments easier than the others ). a quiet snarl from his lips as he looks away, chest rising & falling as he crosses his arms to create a barrier between them. he’s careful to avoid eye contact, focusing with intensity at his palms ( pale & marked a gentle red from the digging of his nails ) before looking up, eyes averting from the one sin he couldn’t stand.

❛ & i want to let you know i won’t ever hit you. as much as i’d like to - we’re all connected. my hit doesn’t just affect you, it affects all of us. ❜ & he’d hate to be the one doubled over as pain lashed at him. long suffering sigh falls from saccharine lips as he shakes his head, taking a look at hisomu. ❛ if you want the pain so badly, watch a horror movie. ❜

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fairyfaked replied to your post:@fairyfaked i’d like to personally apologize for...

maybe one day she’ll give him the dragging her deserve s

me: prayin she’ll give the dragging yuta needs