Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@hopesque-blog
First Tweet:
Does Mikado and Izaya still talk in SH?
Narita: I wonder about that…They have not met directly…but they would e-mail…at least?
Second Tweet:
Can Izaya have romantic feelings?
Narita: He has them, but they are a bit different from [normal] people.
Third Tweet:
Is Izaya lonely?
Narita: There is a lot of times when he is lonely.
{ Hi! Wow, it feels good to be back (if not a little strange). It’s really been a long time. It might take me a while to get up and running again, so feel free to check out my in-progress Seiji/Saki fic that I started for DRRR!! Rare-Pair month ages ago.
Now, to business. The following people appear to be active roleplayers that I have drafts for! Many of them are months, if not a year old. I’ll try to get in touch with you all individually to see if you’re interested in continuing them, planning something new, or dropping our interactions completely for now. I also may have dangling threads that somehow escaped my notice, so if you are not on this list but should be, please let me know! }
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@toboshanoaidoru
@erikararara
@kurasaki-siblings
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I AM OPEN for threads, asks, and requests as I revamp my blog. Thank you all in advance for your patience, and I look forward to interacting with you.
“you picked me up because you didn’t want me to be alone post recent break up and we’re driving around aimlessly, but that only led to having to get gas and you gave me your card to basically buy all the snacks my heart desires while you pump your car, but holy shit my ex just pulled in to fill up their tank too…shit please don’t freak out, let’s just go please? yes that’s the person they left me for in the passenger’s seat. it’s fine really i’m fine — no please don’t go up to them !!“ plot thing
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Credit
A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying.
B.F. Skinner (via fyp-psychology)
Takahashi SEIKIN & Kida Masaomi SUNSHINE SMILES.
fanart credit
Kida MASAOMI ( Rules.About.Verses ) & ( Rules.About ) Marcotte West
“ NO HOMO, BRO! “
12roundx:
If we’re dating I will get you sexually frustrated a lot just to amuse myself
Walker’s amused smile slid into a thoughtful frown. Well, that’s only somewhat unexpected. “Rumors of my demise may have been a bit exaggerated,” he offered eventually, reaching down to press a hand to her forehead absently.
“So, fortunately we’re both quite alive. Unfortunately, that means time definitely still exists. Can you sit up or does that hurt?” Since she was awake now, she could probably eat something for breakfast, at least. Good thing he’d made more than enough extras, just in case.
“Pancakes sound nice?”
“A bit ???”
And then she was laughing silently, tears springing to her eyes as her arms wrapped tightly around her midsection. She was overcome with mirth, disbelief, overwhelming joy, and a myriad of other emotions she had no words for.
Her former lover, her first love, in front of her. . . real and alive. She melted under his warm touch, the weight of his slender fingers so comforting and familiar. It was possibly the most incredible sensation she could ever remember feeling, and though her ribs hurt and her head ached, and she had a whole laundry list of other physical complaints, none of that seemed to matter in that moment. A hand reached up to lay over his for a minute, tears streaming down her face as she looked at him in wonder, too overwhelmed for words.
Saki tried to sit up at his inquiry, using her arms to push herself to an upright position, but she collapsed back down onto the pillows almost immediately-- limbs shaking with the strain, and the burning in her chest too intense. She didn’t make a sound, but her expression shifted just enough to indicate that she was in pain.
“To answer your questions,” she managed once she could once again fill her lungs with air. “No, yes, and yes.” She smiled faintly, a few lone tears still tracing their way down her face, running over pale skin and dark bruises alike.
“Could I have some water? Since I’m not dead, I suppose re-hydrating is important if I want to stay this way.”
“Huh? Oh, Saki, sorry about that, I was kinda thinking about things.” He mumbled, playing with the rim of his drink.
“I suppose I got lost in my own head. What did you want to talk about?” He asked his girlfriend, golden irises not leaving her eyes for a second.
“Oh, Masaomi,” Saki exhaled in a sigh of mock exasperation.
There was no need to apologize-- after all, her own mind wandered off much more frequently. She wasn’t mad, how could she be? Not only would that have been hypocritical, but she could never be angry with her boyfriend ( or at least not for long ).
“It can wait until later,” she said decisively, waving her hand as if to literally push the topic off to the side. “You seem very tense, why don’t we find something fun to do? Like a date? Or we could stay in and, I don’t know, play a board game! What do you think?”
“ I beg your pardon? “
Jeff stared at the stranger before her. A young and confident individual, not that she was old or had a lack of confidence, but the age difference was between four to six years and her body language showed she had done this before. The blue-haired woman tilted her head, almost mechanically and sighed.
@hopesque — encountered Kurosawa Jeff
“I asked if you knew what day it is,”
Saki said calmly, mirroring the woman’s body language with a small tip of her own head, pieces of newly dyed brown hair falling into her eyes. She absently reached up to brush away the strands obscuring her vision so she could once again look up steadily at the unfamiliar person.
“You see, it feels like a Monday, but I heard last week it was going to rain on Monday, but the sky is clear. And it can’t be Wednesday, because every Wednesday a man wearing a red shirt jogs past my apartment and waves to me. So I can’t figure out what day it is, because it surely I would have remembered if it rained or if I saw that man yesterday, so it can’t be Tuesday or Thursday. . . but the streets don’t seem crowded enough for a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. Isn’t that odd?”
“…” To say such a thing was a gross understatement of the reality: that Erika and Walker’s worlds were entirely consumed by the fantasical world that was manga.
“We definitely do! When it comes to immersing yourself into another place for momentary escape, nothing does it better than manga does. Oah, don’t tell me that Saki has become interested, herself…!”
“...?”
She looked momentarily confused, before raising her hand to cover her mouth to hide a soft laugh.
“No, no, you misunderstand me Karisawa-san. I like the real world well enough-- it’s just so unpredictable. Kind of like the weather; try as you might, you can’t ever be certain of what will happen next, and that’s the charm of it.”
She took her hand away from her face to let it hang loosely by her side again. She stood straight (not unnaturally so) and smiled just the smallest bit. She had an intense look in her eyes as she regarded the woman in front of her, someone she barely knew, but also someone she had been told she could trust despite having completely different world views.
“I ask because Masaomi has some interest in the genre, and I wanted to surprise him in some way. Do you mind helping me?”
“Well, looks like sleeping beauty finally woke up! Was starting to wonder if you planned to sleep all day or what.” Walker straightened up from where he’d been leaning over Saki, tucking his hands into his pockets and offering her a smile.
“Sorry I was late. How’re you feeling? You took a bit of a beating before I got there, but I don’t think they did anything major before I got to you, so –”
“...Yumasaki?”
She blinked up at him, each closing of her fluttering eyelids a relief, each opening a struggle. But Saki didn’t want to fall back asleep, despite how her head throbbed and limbs ached-- because no dream could possibly be more beautiful than the specter standing over her.
“You can’t be late,” she said in a voice so quiet, it was barely even a whisper. “We’re dead, there’s no such thing as time now.”
Her lips curved up into a smile and finally she managed to open her eyes fully and take in the boy, no, the man she hadn’t seen in over two years.
“It’s good to see you again. I’m glad you’ll be the one to take me to the next land.”
28 Saki Mikajima icons, 120x120
I cut these icons of Saki from the manga and edited them slightly to remove any text and/or distracting backgrounds where applicable.
Feel free to use them or edit them, just Like or Reblog this so I know people are finding them and making use of them!
