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Submit an outfit to my blog and I'll draw my muse in it.

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sorry for the inactivity! there’s a con in less than a week and its con crunch time so i havent had a lot of time for writing. ill be back after this weekend at the latest tho!

[gudonn-blog]

"No one will love you if you're unattractive."

X | accepting 

“I suppose… maybe that’s true. But unlike you, I’m not so sure that “attractive” is limited to only physical appearance. Isn’t something like attraction subjective to begin with?”

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"I'm not a little kid now."

X | accepting

“It’s strange, you seem to want nothing more than to forget your past,                                                while no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fully remember…” His words are quiet, spoken more to himself than the boy beside him. “Yuta-kun, don’t you think it might not be so bad that you were different as a child?”

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Melanie Martinez lyric starters

"God I wish I never spoke."

"I wanna make you mine but it's hard to say."

"I'm not a little kid now."

"So what if I'm crazy? The best people are."

"He chased me and he wouldn't stop."

"Sex don't sleep when the lights are off."

"Ha! You're blinded by her jewelry."

"I say, fuck your degree."

"I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard."

"Do you like my cookies? Their made just for you."

"A little bit of sugar, but lots of poison too."

"You seem to replace your brain with your heart."

"You build me up like building blocks just so you can bring me down."

"But I don't fucking care."

"Your skin is warm like an oven."

"Your kiss is sugary sweet."

"Hush little baby. Drink your spoiled milk."

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want too!"

"I'm laughing, I'm crying, it feels like I'm dying."

"I laugh through my tears."

"They call me crybaby."

"Will I catch to love? I can never tell."

"Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?"

"Smile for the picture."

"Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister/brother?"

"You don't love her."

"Stop lying with those words."

"She's getting on my nerves."

"Is pain beauty?"

"Does a new face come with a warranty?"

"No one will love you if you're unattractive."

"I love it when I hear you breathing."

"I hope to god you're never leaving."

"Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup."

"All the makeup in world won't make you less insecure."

"If they say kill yourself then you will try it."

"I'm tired of being careful, damsel."

"Why do I always spill?"

"Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap."

"Each shade from a different person's head."

"I'm fucking crazy, need my prescription filled."

"You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter."

[nazunas]

‘’Hey! If everyone’s hurting because of me.. If you’re in pain because of me..’’

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[7:18:43 PM] noah french: if there were 7 kiznaivers laying on the ground in the rain and they decided not t be frinds would that be fucked or wha

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iradei

         ❝ Hmm, ❞ does the delinquent have to spell it out; it’s so– foreign to him, the way Katsuhira acts upon his insinuations & the manner Tenga approaches an issue are in exact opposition to one another. The entire reason he had become initially close to the apathetic youth is due to his lack of concern for himself. His presence was needed in order to acclaim additional ‘ balance ’ in his chaotic lifestyle; the poor kid kept on gettin’ injured & physically abused by people who didn’t even care enough to sympathize with his condition–!

         ❝ Because you need me to protect you–? ❞ Well, in the most ‘ raw ’ sense; that is the extension of their mutual connection. He sees an opportunity & a safe haven in Katsuhira. In return he chose to offer up a discrete guardianship unto his companion; his mindset regulates this ‘ symbiosis ’ as a rational outcome. Since both were temporarily forced into the Kizuna System– it made more logical sense to him to remain at his side; despite how Katsuhira scolded him for using the layman’s term. Metaphorically, it simply made their lives easier; he– doesn’t wish to abandon him. Katsuhira has a unique kindred soul that is subtle & delicate. Even though most people cannot see his personality whence it shifted; the hot-pink haired student has had an effortless time detectin’ the variant shifts in his roommate’s temperament. He can even see the smallest sparks & relief in his gestures– although, as the experiment’s groundwork ( & the enigmatic figureheads behind it ) start to rattle their fellow Kiznaiver’s further; Katsuhira’s emotions (or lack thereof ) have begun to make him a lil’ anxious. ❝ Well, you actually don’t really need me for anythin’–. ❞ Somehow; that sudden realization hurt his heart. The spinal ‘ shock ’ reverberates in their flesh & makes their palpitations in the upper torso feel constantly constricted–.          ❝ But you’re my friend–! ❞ He doesn’t seem to notice that it takes both parties to conclude to that personal title. Mutual trust is key in the creation of platonic-built bridges; but he tended to give out his trust easily, especially when someone is as generous as Katsuhira. He’s a good guy; givin’ a total stranger a place to stay & charitable enough to grant him food to eat– there it is again, a sharp pain like a needle beginning to embed itself in the thinnest layer of skin. ❝ Katsuhira–. ❞ He removed their breakfast from the stove & wrapped one arm across the other’s shoulders with a trademark smile. Broad as though he has come to his own conclusion; that he will remain loyal to this person as long as his trust wasn’t misplaced–. So that Katsuhira never attempted to purposefully harm anyone that didn’t deserve it–. That his heart remain clean & simplistic– the numerous parts of him that Tenga’s come to cherish–. ❝ Leave everythin’ to me, okay–! I’ll make sure you’re safe, ❞ that Chidori & the others are valiantly protected. Maybe he can also learn to lift some of the compulsory weight from his friend’s shoulders–.

CONTRARY TO WHAT one might have believed, Katsuhira’s inability to feel pain probably did make him the kiznaiver in the most need of protection. (that or Hisomu, the kiznaiver who actively sought out pain) Because he failed to recognize pain when it was there, he inevitably found himself constantly wandering into trouble. When it had been only himself affected, he really didn’t mind, but now that his experiences were shared equally, he found himself caring a bit more about whether or not he got hurt. 

He didn’t want to cause any of the others any pain, after all.

Although he wasn’t sure he needed the kind of protection Tenga had to offer, (more than anything, he just needed to be a bit more consciously careful) he had to admit that he appreciated the gesture. Although at first he had been, at the most, indifferent to Tenga’s sudden decision to move in with him, he had come to enjoy it. Maybe it was that his presence could never be forgotten or ignored, (he was a loud person) maybe it was his constant chatter and just how persistent he was about trying to bond with Katsuhira, maybe it was just having someone so different from himself around. Either way, Katsuhira had found himself growing fond of the other’s presence. 

Even if he wasn’t necessary for Katsuhira’s safety,                                                                                  he was wanted. 

“It might be true that I don’t need you, Tenga-kun.” He paused; many would even say that Tenga was taking advantage of him, living in his home and eating his food. More still would probably tell him to leave, get lost, stop freeloading, or something along those lines. But although he got the feeling that he was the one providing more for Tenga that the reverse, somehow he felt indebted to him. If not indebted, grateful. 

“But I do like that you’re here. Protecting me or not, you can stay as long as you want.”

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━  @gudonn ❤’d for a starter.

♦ ║ ARBITRATOR. ┈┈┈ ❝ Your hair is a mess. More girls would pay attention to you if you took care of yourself. ❞

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GRAY HUES PAN upwards, as if it was possible for him to see his own hair from a thrid person perspective. Absentmindedly, a finger begins to tug at it gently, worsening its already messy state. 

“Is that so...?”

Not taking good enough care of himself was something Chidori constantly scolded him for, but, in all honestly, he couldn't bring himself to care enough to put forth more effort than he already was.

“I guess... I don’t really mind if girls don’t pay attention to me.”

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I'm curious. How are you with duplicates (like of other characters/your own character)? I couldn't read anything about that and just wanted to know ; v ;

im perfectly fine with duplicates! ive done rps on other accounts with duplicates before and i think it can be pretty interesting

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charusu

‘ … ’

‘ alrighty then ! i won’t make any promises since you never know what happens, but i’ll be considerate. just this once, though ! i had all sorts of fun things planned, y’know ? ’

HE’S NOT SURE whether to take her seriously or not, and the long pauses between his words betray it.

“Um... Thank you.. I think. I don’t really think the others would be very happy if they had to endure a lot of pain because of me, so... I appreciate it, I guess.”

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@gudonn

            Honestly, they’re both too awkward to be left on their own. And yet, here they are, charged with keeping watch on the group’s spoils from their shopping day while everyone else goes off to look around even more despite Honoka’s grumbles of wanting to go home. This is why, ladies and gentlemen, she was so reluctant on coming because this group is far too energetic for her though, she feels compelled to come anyway. 

    Curse obligations and that strange desire to be among them. 

   However, if she were to be left alone with someone, she wish it were someone else. Katsuhira was too quiet ( almost reminiscent of air ) and while she preferred the peace, in a noisy place such as a mall, it simply felt odd. She isn’t one to start conversations unless she seeks answers but, she’d rather him go find the rest instead of staying in her company. At least then they wouldn’t look tense to onlookers. 

    ❝ You didn’t have to stay, ❞ she says suddenly, gaze upon those passing by. “I’ll be fine on my own— Go find everyone else.”

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THE SUDDEN SOUND of her voice brings his attention back to the fluorescent lighting and constant chatter of the mall, dull slate eyes blinking as he struggles to focus his thoughts on the present. Maki sits across from him, looking unapproachable as usual. Paired with his expressionless gaze, it’s unlikely that anyone would try to approach them. Not that he cares one way or the other.

He doesn’t doubt that she would be fine on her own, but in all honesty, the prospect of continuing to wander the too-brightly-lit floors isn’t very appealing. Neither is the thought of forcing himself to try to interact with the others; it’s incredibly draining and he honestly would prefer to just go home. 

“Um... Well, Maki-san... If you don’t mind, I’d rather not go looking for them.” He pauses, unsure of how exactly he should voice his wants and needs. “If you really want me to, I guess I don’t mind that much, though.”

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                                               HOW CRUEL.

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iradei

         ❝ Haaa–? ❞ Now isn’t the time for Katsuhira to hop backwards ten steps; not that he believes that the other is aware of it– lately he’d been getting a lil’ more expressive & vocalizing his numerous thoughts. Perhaps it is due to their close proximity; but he can sense the slightest ‘ tingle ’ within his upper torso– it might’ve been a signal from his roommate paralleled to a sense of internalized ‘ relief–. ’ Or happiness; could it be that he was ‘ happy ’ that Tenga was prepared to take on a more assertive role in their friendship to reassure that his friend had given proper consideration to his physical body & mentality–? Katsuhira’s health is important–! That, plus the belligerent thug couldn’t really stand idle as someone else was suffering; an insinuated fact that has become more & more pronounced as this experiment on their ‘ bound wounds ’ continues. Even if their bodies weren’t connected by pain & overall negative emotions– he would’ve tried to make it so Katsuhira didn’t have to endure on his own. ❝ You’re so weird, ❞ displaying gratitude & joy at somethin’ that others sometimes took for granted. The ability to feel & express those feelings to one another; to share one’s thoughts, ahhh– he’s had enough of this–!          ❝ Just tell me whatever it is you’re thinkin’. It doesn’t have to make sense. You don’t have to try and make it worth my time, ❞ even the most mundane aspiration inside someone’s head is worth some mutual consideration, right–? None of them had become optimal mind-readers in the absence of their group meetings in the last few days; or so the delinquent would hope. There are still some thoughts he’d prefer to keep personal– for various reasons. But it’s not the end of the world if others figured out his ‘less than ethical’ impressions–. He’s an optimal target for someone to pass idealistic judgement upon; adults did it all the time– students scattered once he turned his head towards them. Each movement he made was ‘ rash ’ but not necessarily ‘ hostile ’ in nature–. But, despite his intentions; perhaps it’s a good trait that Katsuhira didn’t bind himself to natural fear–. That made it much easier for ‘ someone like Tenga ’ to become close to him. ❝ It’s nothin’, ❞ he mumbled as a spatula nudges at the coagulated egg whites. The yolk is still bright citrine & jiggly–. ❝ I was hungry, too–. ❞          He brushes aside the other’s gratitude; almost embarrassed as he plops in some white bread & pushes down the lever on the toaster. Simplistic cuisine is all he can do– so it will have to do in accordance to their bachelor pad arrangements. ❝ You have feelings, though, ❞ he mumbled as plates are set out. ❝ I’ve seen them–! ❞

HE BLINKS, GRAY hues moving upwards towards the “thug” in front of him. The concept of voicing his thoughts is strange to him: even if he was passionate enough about them to bother with vocalizing his inner monologue, its not as if anyone would have bothered to listen. Not that he minded, really. 

"My thoughts...” He remained silent for a moment, “I guess... I’m just wondering about how to CONNECT with others...” His fingers tug at his hair gently as he returns his hand to his side, blinking slowly. “It’s not as if I don’t want to connect with others. I don’t understand how.”

How did one care enough about themselves to invest in building relationships with others? How did one manage to have the energy to interact with and focus on someone, to the point of becoming close with them? 

Chidori had known him when he was younger; it was clear that his current lack of self-worth was frustrating to her, if she hadn’t known the him from the past,                         would she have tried so hard to connect with the him that existed now?

                  Would anyone bother with someone as indifferent as him unless they had to?

“Tenga-kun, why exactly are you sticking around?”

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im trying to be more active over here but ive been building a really strong hisomu muse so in the meantime u can find me here!

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twoshoed

   ✿ “I know,” she murmurs, taking his words to HEART like she always does. Katsuhira doesn’t lie; Chidori knows that, and it’s what hurts her the most. He has no ill intent, no underlying motive of causing her pain, yet does so without even trying. The way he treats himself affects Chidori with a greater magnitude than she could ever express verbally or through any other medium, and it simply digs her grave that he could never possibly know. Gaze cast downwards, she nods.

   She shifts her weight from her heels to her toes and back again, coming to rest flat-footed and with her hands clasped in front of her. “I don’t want you hurt, either.”

HE KNOWS THAT Chidori has always cared about him; it's apparent in the way she cooks for him, encourages him, and even even in the way she scolds and lectures him. His fingers remain gently curled in the folds of his shirt, centered over the source of the sudden influxes of emotion. 

"Even if emotional pain is unpleasant, I don't mind physical pain." It's difficult to promise to change something that you can't feel in the first place,                                          but his pain is no longer only his. 

"But, if it's hurting you and the others... I'll do my best. To care, I suppose."

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