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indie && selective multimuse .written by jou. tracking: idealsticatticisms & idealcats

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

ooc ;; i w ant,,,a platonic au of this for sylvia + lulu but would anyone read dumb au drabbles about my ocs

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

ooc ;; i can't count the number of people i owe starters gomen;;;

[karasunoroi-deactivated20171118]

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[somekh]

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[sunshadeswirls-deactivated20151]

The “Queen of Gears” tarot card, for the Lightning Flight’s tarot deck over on Flight Rising.

[hakaino-remade-blog]

BE CAREFUL MAKING WISHES IN THE DARK;          CAN’T BE SURE WHEN THEY’LL HIT THEIR MARK

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                 AND BESIDES, IN THE MEAN TIME, I’M                                 JUST DREAMIN’ OF TEARIN’ YOU APART.

[sentrygamblre]

‘neath her touch, the child stiffened and froze with nerves. Here she was, the Queen, gracefully gliding about the Human World. And he, the little sentry, only happened upon her in the midst of his play– what was he to do? He’d been slacking! But she wasn’t mad?

Golden and scarlet eyes each flicked up to her, then turned back to the ground as he straightened himself. Nervous as he was, here, his cheeks dusted with pink at the mere honor of being in her presence. And he took a breath, opened his mouth– and closed it again. He didn’t know what to say.

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

Her heart panged with nostalgia and alike: what would it have been like, to her body around his for protection while he was still a young creature? Surely, they would have been better off if they had never left the Haze or their original master's side!--Such wishful thinking, however, did little in the way of encouraging rational thought. If things had proceeded on as normal, there was very little to say that her sweet Adriane would have ended up as dear to her as he was now.

Chuckling softly, she tapped his cheek to get his attention, hoping she might catch his eye.

"Shall I take it you're not busy, little Sentry?"

[mockingfallacy]

         “Well, I didn’t know you still lived here, Shintaro-kun. Did you recently get kicked out by your parents, and have no choice but to live with children who can support themselves better than you can..?”

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

Damn. And here he had been hoping he'd be able to get by without interruption. Ene continued chattering away in his headphones, but Shintaro moved the things onto his shoulders to address the blond that had intruded upon his space, his eyes squinting slightly.

"I only have one parent--and no, she didn't kick me out." Shintaro's nose wrinkled as he remembered the morning's events. "Ene kicked me out. Apparently the WiFi here is faster or something?" As long as he could finish figuring out the harmonies for his recent project, he'd consider the day a success--unfortunately, Shintaro didn't feel at ease doing such delicate work while Kano was lurking around.

[horrificmemes]

If my muse were a murderer, what do you think would be their weapon of choice?

[arutonerico-blog]

He opened his mouth to retort, to give a sarcastic comment, to say something he knew would hurt, before he closed it again, shaking his head. With a look, he sat down on the bed as if it was his own (because it was. it was his own) and stared at the ceiling, contemplating.

“If I am idiotic by choosing to go outside again, then doesn’t that mean you’re a coward?” Yes, his mind answered for himself. Dammit. He didn’t know on what to do. He never found any ‘speaking to your counterpart how-to’ before, he was at loss here!

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

"Does it matter?" A sneer laced his tone, lines of disdain appearing around his nose as he tilted his head upwards, some sort of |pride| taken in the way he talked ill of himself. That person mussing his sheets--Shintaro knew him, knew that disgusting boy inside out and all over. "Of course I am."

Frost stole over his words as Shintaro stole closer himself, closing distance between he and his red counterpart. Dim lighting did little to highlight his face, but there were unmistakable shadows in the folds of his expression. "Now here's a question, since you like to ask them: do you think tricking them into tolerating you makes you any less despicable than you truly are?"

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

ooc ;; i am attempting activity but may ye all be warned that my brain is a mess right now thanks to tiredness (which is not a word but damn it i cannot think of the synonym)

[sentrygamblre]

-And here play would come to a pause, as he’d happened upon the woman. He took a step back, gave the tiniest of bows, and uttered quickly “Y-Y’r highness!!!”

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

Aha, what was this? It seemed like he had been playing around with hosts again; such an activity would surely see itself to be a detriment one day. Then again, she mused, perhaps it already had: the way he greeted her was formal, all too telling that some sense had fled his mind.

Nonetheless, she smiled graciously and bent herself at the knees, chuckling softly as she placed her hand upon his head. "Rise, Sentry. There's no need to be shy in front of me, hm?"

[mockingfallacy]

                          “ I’м jυѕт α ѕтυpιd

                                                    ѕєƖf-нαямιηg ρєяѕση.”

          ● Semi-selective Kano Shuuya from MCA RP blog.

          ● Crossover/AU/M!A friendly. Multi-ship.

          ● Five years of roleplay experience, one year on tumblr.

          ● Will contain angst, nsfw and crack. Triggers will be tagged.

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[mockingfallacy]

nnnOOOOOOONNNOOOO YOU CAN; t dOO THI SJOU H OW COULD YOU EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS GOD DAMMIT FLUFFY THIS IS YOUR FAULT 

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

ooc ;; too bad huh. guess you're just gonna have to let it go.

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

ooc ;; mockingfallacy is a dirty fuckign homestuck pass it on

[shrapnelsong]

     The milk was the last item in her list and she pulled the gallon off the cooled shelf without giving it or her surroundings much thought, a catchy tune sounding into her left ear and keeping her half distracted. So much so that she only noticed the stranger when she felt the unexpected resistance on the item itself.

Plucking the earphone out, she turned to face the stranger, looking over the girl curiously. But as soon as that first word fell from her lips with a carved edge to her voice, the blond’s expression schooled itself into calm neutrality. 

She listened to the rest of the girl’s rant in silence. If the girl had merely asked, she would have gotten it. No need for any reasoning or even please, just a simple “Hey, could I take it?” would have sufficed. But she’d gone out of her way to phrase it as both an attack and a demand, and one of the few things that got on Alice’s nerves was needless discourtesy. 

Once the argument was made, she let a very small smile tip her lips. “I’m sorry.” Gripping the handle a little tighter, she pulled it downwards to try and pry it away from the girl’s fingers. “But I got it first.”

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

It took more control than she would have liked to admit to simply allow the gallon to be tugged away from her grip; her first impulse was to dig her nails in like claws and screech, extend out every dangerous bit of herself and bury all those sharp edges in the individual that /dared/ to sweep in and steal what was hershershershowdareshe--

Fucking instincts. Lulu bit the inside of her cheek to tone down the murder eyes a bit, finding it in bad taste to look at the girl like she intended to curse her entire family for something as stupid as (unspilt) milk.

"Sorry." The apology likely didn't sound genuine, being that it was hissed from curled lips and a sour face, but Lulu couldn't bring herself to actually care about whether or not the sentiment was communicated. Right. Okay. Cream wasn't a good substitute even though it was another dairy product, so--

Pride swallowed, Lulu pushed the corners of her mouth upwards: the resulting expression was more of a grimace than anything remotely friendly, but some kind of an attempt was made. "Look, sorry. You probably don't want to be approached by me in any capacity right now, but if you could lower your standards for conversational partners for just a few seconds here, you'll have my undying gratitude to keep you warm all throughout your life. You'll be sixty years old and look back, and think, 'Gee, at least I was nice to that one bitch once, even though I could have spent my time doing something infinitely more productive.'"

A slow exhale. Rambling, right, she needed--to breathe, holy fuck, she was awful at this. "Do you know where the dried milk is? You know, the whole dairy powder bit. I don't really make it a point out of accosting random people for their milk, and I definitely won't after this, since I'll know where the hell I can direct my attentions to in the future so I don't have to get in a row with some unfortunate innocent who can't withstand the force of my verbal tongue lashing."

[arutonerico-blog]

Is there even anything, anything that he can possibly say to this person in front of him?

———–Not possible.

And so, he settled with staring.

[idealisticatticisms-blog]

Such a dopey expression on a face so loathed only makes his gut twist with the utmost distaste; nonetheless, his upper lip only twitches before he speaks, his rough voice naught but sandpaper trying to make noise.

"If you're incapable of making a comment, you might as well just shut your eyes and hide yourself away so the world doesn't have to look at your idiotic self."