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🎤 independent Rise Kujikawa p4 portrayal. "I'll become stronger, too, so I can accept all the bad things about me and not run away."

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( forgets to go through my followers cause i’m a fckn knob i did a few but i’ll do a more thorough investigation tomorrow └(՞▃՞ └) i have tons of inspiration to exhaust guys just fyi okay )

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( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS !

A small series of ‘pip’s drew the idol’s attention to her phone, cupping the smooth surface of the device in the belly of her palm, thumb hovering over he message indication. Immediately, she groaned. Minato had such a calm outlook, no matter what the situation... Then again, it was probably more ‘devil-may-care.’

( ✉ → minato-kun 🎧 ) MINATO-KUN!!!!!!!!!!!!! ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡( ✉ → minato-kun 🎧 ) i said i needed 2 talk 2 u!!! y are u getting distracted???( ✉ → minato-kun 🎧 ) hurry back!!! ASAP!!!!!! =͟͟͞͞( •̀д•́))) =͟͟͞͞( •̀д•́))) =͟͟͞͞( •̀д•́)))

Her fingers sent the flurry of messages away with practiced ease, and for a few pensive moments she reviewed them, then began again.

( ✉ → minato-kun 🎧 ) ...................but( ✉ → minato-kun 🎧 ) if ur already there get the chicken ok?? ┐|￣ρ￣✿|┌

Perhaps she lent a hand in enabling the behavior... 

[memesandthings]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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( I’m here for this and this only <3 <3 )

( LATTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i’mma love u )

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Hello Steaky my old friend

( hoi i’m here to ruin everything with style )

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( * makes a weird sneezing cough noise hi guys how are you my beautiful people i redid my theme and shit might start back up here?? ?? ????? ???? ?? ? )

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Oh no.

He’d seen that smile far too many times not to know what was coming next. There was no doubt in his mind that he was about to get teased for what he’d just said. There would be an objection of some sort if he wasn’t already so used to it, but maybe that’s what made their little group so tight. They’d all seen the worst parts of each other and still accepted both the good and the bad of what made them who they were. Not that there was anything wrong with Rise’s teasing…

“Rude.” He shoots back with a small roll of his eyes. Giving a small shrug of his shoulders and obviously exaggerated sigh. “And to think I was being nice and everything too. Oh well.” Grinning back at her he leans in much like she had. If wanted to play this game then who was he to back down? 

It wasn’t often that he got so close to here and had her eyes always been that pretty. Wait, no. Rise was a master of this game and if he wanted to win it then he had to keep his mind in the game. She sure did smell nice though…

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For a moment she seemed to hold victory in her hand, watching Yosuke shrug his shoulders and scoff at her comment. A small laugh escapes through closed lips, like a hum in her throat, basking in his defeat. That is, until he further encroached her space, actually causing her to pull away slightly on impulse. 

He said nothing, only peered into her eyes without break. It only took moments for her cheeks to begin to burn from the suddenly “intense” situation. The nerve of this guy... but Rise Kujikawa wasn’t about to back down from a challenge.

❝I don’t hear you objecting...!❞ She throws out, tilting her head against her shoulder. ❝Your room is covered in pictures of tons idols, isn’t it?❞

Maybe he had some of her posters too...? Ugh! Rise that’s besides the point! 

[sandcvstles]

five-word sentences.

“ please just let me forget. ”

“ c'mon try to guess what. ”

“ just leave me alone already. ”

“ no, i’m not going to. ”

“ you can’t change my mind. ”

“ my mind is made up. ”

“ i’m not gonna let you. ”

“ don’t do that to me. ”

“ think about what you’re doing. ”

“ why aren’t you listening now? ”

“ i want to sleep forever. ”

“ you need to leave now. ”

“ i’ll always have your back. ”

“ now there’s no going back. ”

“ the view really is spectacular. ”

“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”

“ why can’t you trust me? ”

“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”

“ i don’t love you anymore. ”

“ i am a great person. ”

“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”

“ exactly, why are you awake? ”

“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”

“ how is that not hilarious? ”

“ please just calm down now. ” 

“ i was already calm, asshole. ”

“ i can see your underwear. ”

“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”

“ please stop losing your temper. ”

“ you can cry if needed. ”

“ you have to run away. ”

“ i just wanna be yours. ”

“ ashes, we all fall down. ”

“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”

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There’s a small shake of his head in response to her words. “No…that’s not it…” He pauses for a second and then has a small moment of panic when he realizes just how badly that may have come across. “N-Not like I’m not glad you’re here…!”

There’s a small groan of frustration with himself as he slides a bit further down his chair in defeat. Leave it to him to live up to his name of disappointment. Now sighing he glances back over at her with a small lift of his shoulders. “I mean sure, getting to know you and us becoming friends has made me more of a fan but…” There’s another slight pause as he looks back over at her, a little bit more of a serious expression on his face than he probably even realized. “I dunno. There was always something about you and your music that made you stand out from the rest. At least that’s what I think anyways.”

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He’s getting frazzled, which wasn’t exactly hard to accomplish. Despite his bad jokes and seemingly one track mind, Yosuke was a rather honest person. In that aspect, so she took the compliment very seriously, but she wouldn’t let him know that presently. Nor was she about to let that serious look settle on his face. Lately she worried about how often she found herself thinking he was cute— best to avoid that situation at all costs.

Her smile broadened maliciously across her lips. Teasing mode engaged.

❝Hoo? So are you saying if it was precious Kanamin sitting here beside you, you wouldn’t say the same thing?❞ She asked, leaning in to attempt to pile on the pressure. 

❝Ooh, Kanamin!❞ She made her most effective ‘male’ voice.  ❝Your music is like— soo deep! I’m your biggest fan!❞

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Popping the earbud in he listens for a moment, his foot casually tapping along to the beat. It’d be hard for him to say that it wasn’t good. In fact it was quite the opposite and it was quite easy to tell why she was so popular. Especially now that Rise had stepped down from the spotlight. 

Yet…

“Hmmm…” He’s silent for a moment as he tries to find the right words. “Its good. Really good actually. Its pretty obvious that’s she’s talented and enjoys her work but its missing…something.” He pauses for a moment to glance over and read her reaction as he’s not entirely sure how exactly she’d take all of that. “I’m no music producer or anything so I can’t really say what it is that’s missing but…” Another pause only this time he waves his hand in front of him as if to clear the tense air around them. “Still, its not like she’s going to replace my favorite anytime soon. Risechi will always be number one in my books.”

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She nods in response. Everyone can feel Kanamin’s energy when she performs. It’s her best selling point. It makes Rise feel competitive; she could jump on a stage right now and sing her heart out. She could have just as much energy... couldn’t she? Her lips pursed, tugging the corners slowly to and fro between her cheeks— thinking. 

As Yosuke waves his hand her attention diverts back to him, the compliment piling surprise onto her features. For a moment pride consumes her afterwards, but she quickly covets it to herself.

❝Smart move, Yosuke-senpai— I am sitting right here after all!❞ She hikes up her chin that tiny bit.  ❝You’re understandably biased.❞

[reisearnor]

T H E   L O V E R S  ♡

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Steals her headphones to listen to what she's playing

She ‘allows’ him to take one, one honey colored eye observing his face. She’s got her own songs on here, of course, though thankfully it’s not one of them playing now. It’s Kanamin’s voice that returns through the headphone; bright and bubbly. She’s all the hype right now after all.

❝...❞ She allows the music to continue for a moment before she speaks up. ❝So?❞

Perhaps she’s after a particular answer, but her face eludes to nothing. Little does hanamura know, he’s on trial.

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when you come back on your blog to check it and a random porn blog has followed you wHY THIS???

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sorta peeks my head in here not sus at all

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my laptop is on the edge of death again, so i am in process of trying to revive it i don’t want to do another hard restart but it’s moving so slow it took me so long to even post this..............

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“It takes a clever guy to do what I do.”

“ twenty one pilots starters “ -

✠ ᴏ ʙ s ᴇ ʀ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ·ᴏ ғ — ✠

❝Of course!❞ Rise managed a cheerful, and hopefully well meaning, laugh. It was still hard to wrap her head around the fact that this situation had come to pass. She wasn’t even sure whether to classify it as bad luck or coincidence…

If you wanted a coffee, you wouldn’t get much better than Junes. At least, not in Inaba. She had decided to have a day to herself— to clear her head after certain events that had caused her a certain unrest. So it was with the warm drink in her hand, she settled down on a bench to bask in the Sunday morning light. If you came early enough, you avoided most of the rush.

She had only just began to sip at her ‘well earned’ treat before a familiar face stepped into her line of sight, simply from the line of sight she had fate caused their eyes to meet. It was none other than Adachi-san. At his recognition she raised a hand to wave in pleasant greeting, however instead of passing by the rookie cop decided to have a word. Before she knew, he had a drink of his own and had slouched down in the seat opposite her. 

And so; here they were. 

The young officer was more than receptive to even her simple questions, springing into a flurry of words and gestures that one could almost expect from a talk show host on tv. Adachi seemed to take great pride in his work, and was spurred to life by even the softest compliment. The young idol assumed Dojima-san must not praise him much. 

Though he made a show of purchasing a black coffee, he took meager sips, until at one point he returned to the counter for a small cup of milk to take away some of the bite. Her own drink was quite weak, sweetened with syrup and copious amounts of milk. They must’ve spent well over half an hour speaking between each other, and by the end she was more curious than anything. 

The disembark was cut away quickly with a startled glance at his phone, yet he offered her a crooked smile before lopping away, coffee abandoned behind him.

✠ ᴍ ᴜ ɴ ᴅ ᴀ ɴ ᴇ ·ᴠ ᴏ ɪ ᴄ ᴇ s ✠

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