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Ｙｕｚｕｒｉｈａ  Ｉｎｏｒｉ． Sixteen | The Egoist Please tell me.. Why do people fight, and hurt each other? Independent Inori. Open to anyone, any fandom. Read the about and pages for more info. Mostly lurking.

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[ All the gomens for the inactivity!! I’ve recently made another muse (yeah I never thought that would happen), so that’s why I’ve been straying from here, plus the idea of when I log into this blog and look at that draft count, I just “nOPE”. Basically I’m having troubles with motivation lately. I feel like I’ll be able to get active again, but I’ll be the most laziest shit ever (not really, I just have creativity/idea issues pft) and work on my drafts at a really slow pace hajfhfhwges. If anybody wants to rp just shoot an ask (or i’ll shoot u one myself hA) because wow there’s a lot of my followers that I haven’t rped with yet.

Also, I know a couple of you follow me on my other muse, cOUGH RWBY PPL yeah it’s a ventus from kingdom hearts. I’m on mobile right now, I cant link stuff so the url is kazexkun.

It’s 5 in the morning and I havent got any sleep at all. My waking schedule is probably messed up now. Goodnight everyone! No it’s morning but you get the idea. ]

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3.20.2013 - Kido Kenji, Guilty Crown

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harmony | yashiro

--And rain that fell was fleeting, just like the tears which dried up on a snow white face coddled in embedded trails of pale water. She didn't know why she was crying, it just came with the bliss of falling into a dream. Or in this case, a mellow city that embraced lingering mixed emotions, one where those feelings was too overwhelming to take. Only then did she remember collapsing in the gap of a nearby bench for a breather, an interlude to her dilemma, but ended up taking much more than needed.

Sleep.

 To feel the world's pain, it's suffering, and even happiness... was her curse and knowledge. Condemned to egoism, the reason of her hymns. She thought a lot about this, why the plague of new and old always caught her entangled in a cage of apathy.

Enough reminiscing.

 Oddly, the rain had begun to pour again, unfortunately. Fingertips of her right hand lightly brushed against drenched pink strands, bringing them halfway above her visage, nails digging a bit between locks and into her temples. What now? Of course Inori didn't really want to stay here-- all she wanted was some peace, but according to old traumatic events, that was near to impossible. 

 So she fumbled around with a half-sodden Cat's Cradle, or her crown of thorns, humming in the pouring rain. 

Empty riven.

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i'm stuck between being lazy and tumblr

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The raven nodded her head. Of course she played. Her tapped her foot against the wood floor, nodding her head in the direction of the other instruments.

"I’ve been playing since the fourth grade, but I’m just the rhythm guitarist here."

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 Inori cocked her head slightly right, perplexed a bit about the ranking system the other girl was talking about, hems forming an o. And here goes the indecisive nod followed by a delusive attempt of a smile.

"Oh. I don't play that-- not really anything in particular." Just vocalist. Though she didn't want to say it.

[euphoriatist]

"…Eh—?  Oh, it’s…a holiday!  Children dress up and go about collecting candy from neighbors."

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"Dress up...like that? But why-- what's so important about a 'holiday'?" Well, she's been living under a rock.

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Basically me right now because I'm not done with my drafts and my arms are still sore.

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ＦＥＡＲ•ｌｅｓｓ

♒ ;; Struggling to catch his breath, he did as he sit up and tried to. Attempted, since he felt suffocated. The lad in his futon removed his blanket, and made his way to the kitchen to get some glass of water. Drinking one glass wasn’t enough, as he went to get another and another, filling himself with coolness he was searching for. He touched himself, cold sweat on his palm, and he sighed deeply.

Why was he remembering those things now? Everything was fixed, wasn’t it? It was alright, wasn’t it? They were all there. And it… Haruka shook his head, his hair flipping with the movement, with a hand finding its way to ruffle his black locks. Another sigh, and he decided to go into the bathroom even thought it was still two hours before sunrise.

Where Makoto didn’t show up. Drying his hair, he frowned slightly; was he fine? He was  tempted to call but it’d be just a bother; Makoto might be busy with his siblings or family business. Nagisa, on the other hand, might still be sleeping; he wouldn’t want to disturb him. Rei… he wanted to strike a conversation, but he didn’t know how or what to say ever since after the incident with Rin.

Or maybe he was just getting paranoid and restless since he couldn’t sleep good enough these past few days.

After eating breakfast, the raven-haired decided to go outside and get some fresh air; it might be good to calm him within. He was locked up in the house nowadays since the pool facility was still locked after it was prohibited for use for a while, and there were no meetings of the club set up yet.

Upon reaching the ocean by walking aimlessly for minutes, he sat by the dock, sighing as the cool breeze made him feel at peace. Dozing off, Haruka did, so he buried his face into his arms, eyes shutting—

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 The air reeked of salt. A zest tart on her tongue and nasal passages, yet pleasingly harmonious-- what was this feeling? Serenity, pure bliss? Those things were still unanswered, vague to the touch. It wasn't like this everyday...to be honest, nothing was ever calm in days of dark violet, shrouding clouds of violence and plague was the gist of it. Hands outstretched behind her back smoothened out the ruffled flanges of her skirt to keep it from crumpling in arid breezes, whilst fixating spontaneous lids to a pool of blue crests crashing beyond yellow glares of sunlight.

 Then, she saw it. A youth, curled up on the boardwalk's perch, head buried deep into his appendages. Feckless, probably. She paced herself to approach the raven, being sure to not disturb his apathy; controversial and impeding actions would be taken later. Bending akin limbs to crouch near the boy, she sat, toes alighted on translucent waters.

 She kept a close eye on the back of ebony locks that locked an interminable faze, though, something was off; the shadow of a 'naive king' writhed in his very existence, a faint aura of regret and self-paradox pulsing from his embodiment.

"--Are you a coward?" Finally speaking, these words had familiarity. Ones shared with many others, notably, Ouma Shu. But, prior accusations like that were too hasty. For who knows, what this boy is really like, or why he's locking away his burden with silence. "Is the man sitting here on this dock, a coward?" She repeated, once more in a murmured tone devoid of empathy.

Silence. So she waited. Even if it would take eons, she waited. 

[invidiamare]

The question gave her a moment of pause. Hypothetically, it did make sense to her. Why ask it all if she didn’t require assistance? There was the factor of sarcasm. She had been hurt by it before, the lashing of tongues for mistakes caused by others own prejudice.

Normal people may ask for help when they need it, but did she? It was a given that she could never be described as ‘normal,’ but did that pertain to such an ordinary reaction to the unknown? Mirai shifted her gaze from the girl to the ground, not wanting the girl to see the fear of the poison running through her veins show through her expression.

"I-I’m not sure. About where we are, or if people ask for help when they need it. I’m not all that familiar with the area…"

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 So they were alone; alone, in this tiny little world. "That's what normal people do...right--" Of course, she didn't know at all what being humanoid was like. Only the brands of resentment and pity, was her customary entity. 

 "So you don't either." A pause. She had been in situations like this before, but none where neither individual had a sense of direction or belonging. "--Do you even know where you came from?" Her gaze locked dead on to the other girl's fretting posture, an archetype of excessive fallacy. Now that Inori thought about it, who would go out seeking foreign areas beyond one's knowledge without a solemn purpose? That, was both of their faults. 

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ugh I hate shots.

[takaramonos]

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(+4) Entered The Shop!

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covert-youmu

 {ღ} ”Konnichiwa! My name is Ai, how can I help you today?” She said, politely, bowing her head.

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"Hm..oh." Her fingers were intertwined between purple threads, like the words that formed on an adjourned tongue. "I, don't really need anything-- Why do you ask?"

[euphoriatist]

"Ah, well, it’s just for today, since it’s Halloween.

Doesn’t it look fun~?”

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"Hallo-- ween? What's that..." 

[paenitudo]

"That doesn’t narrow it down any."

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Shrugs. "Doing little to nothing has it's benefits."

[paenitudo]

"What should I do today?"

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"Anything, everything?" While you can.

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Many other people started following you. 

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{ ✄ }— The tsundere cast her focus towards the strangers whilst cocking her head in such a way that long locks of violet hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of purple. The moon was her spotlight, as it shone down on her person with a pale white glow. She kept her expression as indifferent as per usual and waited in silence for one of them to speak first. 

However, after a few moments’ time, she could no longer bear the emptiness in the room and parted her lips to make conversation. “You all look like a pack of lost wolves,” she observed, not holding back on her shrewd tongue for the sake of mere strangers. “Why don’t you run back to your mothers before it gets too dark?”

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 Cunning, that tone. It was like snakes tightening an iron grip around exposed necks, choking the bitter silence out of throats-- yet mercy was palpable.

As much as she wanted to mind her own business, a certain someone decided to pitch in and change that innocent gaze, brows curling up into a nonchalant expression. Such a silly metaphor; two can play at that game. And so began her opposing reprisal."What if the wolf didn't have a mother?" 

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+5

They can never touch my pain...

    Because it's sleeping inside of me.

Don't touch me, please...

    Because you'll just aggravate it again.

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obsessedscientist

Tsuna was simply enjoying a nice, simple walk to school that morning. It was unusual to have a nice walk. No explosions. No Reborn (Don’t tell him he said that—), No duties that needed to be preformed right then and there. Just the boss, and the air.

Or, he thought it was just him when he felt someone run into his back. It didn’t hurt and it wasn’t rough but he felt it. The young Vongola glanced over his shoulder, concern on his face. “Are you all right?”

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 She assumed it would help, those frail hands loaded with small packages of food and water-- tainted rations, deliberately poached from minor shops across the vast road. Supplies that comrades (comrade--only being Shu), and herself could use. For one, her morale was exhausted, running away from pursuers...though, humanity in this area was much less aggressive than that of within the walls. Strange, how Inori could only remember arising in a liquid dream, where no sign of cataclysm loomed unscathed buildings and people. Sanity was rushed; focused more on getting back to 'Japan' and indulging what little she had collected, that oblivious hues did not catch a figure blocking her path. The soles of ebony boots scuffed across coarse track, just enough to stop most force that could have gotten the two crashing into each other.

Thump.

 Oops. Slender digits fumbled to keep the goods above ground, but alas, they fell into pools of water that leaked from revolting sewers. A shameful look cleaved twiddling visage, one you'd see when death was before your eyes.

"...Sorry." She mumbled, tone crackling faintly. 'Sorry' wasn't gonna cut it for them both.