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indie, private, selective shirabu kenjirou written by mittsy. read rules and about page before interaction. loved since 06/2015.

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;; anyone who plays feh should definitely hmu… i have no one to talk to about it and im ready to Die

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indefinite hiatus notice.

;; iiiii am placing this blog back on hiatus until further notice. thanks to everyone that interacted with me while i was around. it was a blast.

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v.) to be the best. // pokemon verse starter for @okaaneko.

     they could be terrible to wrangle sometimes. they obeyed most the time, especially absol, but when left to their own devices he had no hope of controlling what they decided to do to entertain themselves. as imposing and strong as his team was, they made no relation to their regal stature and position. oh no, they were less mature than the trainer sighing irritably and trudging along helplessly behind them. he doesn’t mind their antics, in all seriousness. there was a point in which it got annoying but to see them all interact so serenely made his heart swell in some... odd, parental kind of way.

     heracross, however, is having a bit too much fun. he knows he is too. because when he goes spinning down the path, propelled by one of bronzong’s psywaves, that horn of his stabs someone directly in the middle of their back. and just like that, everything freezes-- kenjirou, his team, heracross-- and silence takes over.

     shit.

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kaionace:

“GAWKING like an IDIOT?” Lev echoes, repeating what the other had said. The other guy hadn’t been GAWKING like he says he had been, Lev would have CLASSIFIED it as just looking. “I don’t think that you were really doing THAT-”

When the other boy mentions RECOGNIZING him, the first-year’s BROW furrowed. Has he met him BEFORE? He’s wearing school COLORS, and Lev is as WELL, the Nekoma uniform hidden under the jacket. 

“I’m from Nekoma High, if that HELPS! From Tokyo, you might known me from there! I’m here ‘cause Mama has someone to PICK UP over in Miyagi! You’re a HIGH-SCHOOLER, right? What school?”

     and it does. helps probably more than it should have, in a totally creepy way. the moment he mentions nekoma the light bulb lights and he blinks very, very slowly. oh yes, kenjirou knows who this is now. putting a school to a face immediately played position, skill level, and year perfectly into place in the puzzle in his head. because even for someone who didn’t do their research as extensively as he not knowing haiba lev by appearance was unusual.

     he tries not to let the recognition show too much-- slightly in fear of an outburst by someone so... uncomfortably excitable, in his eyes-- by returning his attention to the package in his hand. did he seem unimpressed? he was trying to, anyway. this conversation was automatically a waste of his time.

                  “ ... shirabu kenjirou, second year of shiratorizawa university. ” 

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bc this photo

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hello hello! sol is here with a revamped blog for the one and only ushijima wakatoshi, the super lefty! i’d like to get this revamped blog off it’s feet, so could you please like or reblog if you’re interested in interacting?

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the slam is as solid as ever, and even though he lands heavily, there's no sudden THUNK as he does. ushijima turns towards shirabu, features set in the same expression as ever. "higher next time."

               “ ... of course. sorry, ushijima-senpai. ”

     the setter stands there a moment in thought, processing what he’s possibly going to do next. usually his tosses were more than good enough... so what was it that made it so... imperfect, this time around? there’s a moment of silence in which he just chews at the inside of his cheek, eyebrows furrowed and gaze directed harshly at the ground before he’s recollecting himself.

     he moves to pluck another ball from the basket beside himself and turns to face his ace with a blank expression, trying as hard as he possibly could to reassure that stone of a guy that the mistake didn’t get to him.

     because it didn’t. obviously.

                 “ another, then. ”

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he does it without warning- long fingers flutter against shirabu’s forehead. He doesn’t seem to care for personal space, and there’s only a brief pause before he talks. “Your hair is all weird! Like your hair style- it looks weird. Did an accident happen or something? To make you cut it like that??”

     he never really knew why people were so interested in the way his bangs were cut. he never really cared either, but since people asked so often he feels more and more inclined to just cut them off completely so they grow back vertically. the second lev’s fingertips make contact with his forehead he’s shying away, unwelcome heat rising to his cheeks and taped fingers immediately going to hide them. 

     kenjirou was never one for invading another’s personal space, and so in turn, he also did not enjoy when other’s invaded his own. he looks offended, to say the least, and offers a glimpse of his disgust by the motion with an initial grimace.

               “ nothing happened. i just like them this way. is that a problem? ”

     problem or not he sure looked defensive. 

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– ( your animal familiar! )

tagged by: @wildcardapathy tagging: the beautiful girl reading this

~ Tiger ~

The Tiger, though very, very powerful, is a dangerous, mysterious, and unpredictable familiar. They are often the companion of one who has strong feelings of vengeance or hate to another person. However, you are most likely very independent and sure of who you are, and strive to be yourself and not conform to others. You are pushed through even the toughest of situations through willpower and wise decisions, if you are able to keep your feelings of anger in check. A Tiger familiar is a very strong, vicious partner in battle, helps their master through mental stress, and gives them the will to continue on. This familiar represents:

-Shadows

-Willpower

-Anger

-Unpredictability

-Mystery

-Wisdom 

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BREAKING NEWS

i lov... shirabu kenjirou so much

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wildcardapathy:

[TXT: Mr. Roboto] awww come on i dont think you have a stick up your butt [TXT: Mr. Roboto] you wouldnt be able to move the way you do if you did [TXT: Mr. Roboto] im not tired yet you cant stop texting me [TXT: Mr. Roboto] If I use proper grammar and punctuation will you come back?

     [text to: Tendou-san] I can and will stop texting you. It’s 3 AM.      [text to: Tendou-san] Regardless of you finally using proper language.

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okaaneko:

“Yes. He definitely would. But I’m bringing it for you. If I”ll be wasting my time doing that, tell me now. You say you’d rather not, but that might just be your pride talking.”

     He really, really hopes he comes around. Because he’s already halfway done with the list determining the next month’s dishes. Next he’ll need to make a grocery list, followed by a time schedule. One that makes room for food prep around his practice schedule. it’ll all work itself out just fine. At least, it’s working out in his head at the moment. So it will most definitely be okay! 

               “ i assure you it’s not. ”

     this was going to be hell. remind him to never again visit tokyo for any reason, even if his coach demands him to. he’ll call in sick and practice by himself safely in miyagi. this guy coupled with the bothersome first year ‘ace’ and the crippled old cat man made him want to tear his hair out more than dealing with his own bothersome teammates.

               “ i will be absolutely, completely fine if you stop doing this right now. and never try to feed me again. promise. ”

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hinikuru:

acezilla:

#ill bite your ankles

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confirmed little fucking ankle biter from hell

     perish

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SUCH A DISASTROUS HAIR STYLE

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     && @supaikaa // continued from here.

     the kid looks five seconds away from throwing a tantrum. which would be funny, if his voice weren’t so grating and he didn’t bear a striking resemblance to a certain bowl-cutted first year he was too annoyingly acquainted with. as the baby squeaks and protests, the setter pauses in his path, mouth drawn into a steep frown over the pile of volleyballs he’s carrying.

              “ you can hardly hold the ball as it is, let alone hold it still long enough to get it back into the bin. if i let you have one you’ll lose your mind and make a bigger mess. ”

     he squints and continues walking, eyes trained on the bin at the other side of the gym.

              “ if you want to help you could start by shutting your mouth for five minutes. ”