♚♚ THE LITTLE PRINCE.

1.危ないことはしちゃダメ 2.指示には従うこと 3.自分の身は守ること 4.ドキドキさせないこと！ Love is a program bug in my heart, But I want my heart to be resonating with yours! This is the singularity you and I share. Sorry to bother you! I'm sorry! But... Spend all of time with me, please!

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hey remember when i actually used this blog. i only ever rp on discord now ngl ! i just wanted to pop in & see what was up mayb in like 12 years i’ll actually revive tumblr kuo again. if yall wanna hmu go for it, grell 💗#6259

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johnny-writes‌:

“I don’t know…” he said, after releasing a deep sigh. That blurt came out of nowhere, like an eruption. And now he immediately felt regretting for what he said.

He really didn’t want to include other people in this mess. Maika tried to help him. Oliver didn’t talk much to him. Thus, he continued to isolate himself.

“There’s some rumors that my company is going to discontinue us…” he said, attributing the cause of his sadness to tangible cause. In reality, it had a marginal relation to his main problem.

Mikuo entirely refused the small bit of his brain that wanted to judge Yohio for such a sudden, dramatic outburst-- and for not reaching out sooner. He of all people could understand that depression was a cruelhearted bitch that didn’t want you talking to anyone, much less attempting to get help for the ever-changing markup of your mind.

Perhaps other companies had learned from Crypton’s wonderful example of what kind of effect such a bug could have on a robot. Sure, it made some complications from time to time, but an impaired android was much more powerless and easy to force into.. anything.

If there was one person that didn’t deserve a fate worse than death, it was Yohio.

That explanation makes him physically sick, metaphorical stomach turning at the mere concept of losing some more of his good friends to the cold grip of capitalism. “No way..” he mutters in disbelief, shaking his head. “I think it’s.. highly unlikely, if it’s any consolation.” not that he has much consolation to offer. “You’re popular. Not like my family, but.. still a good amount. They’d be stupid to do that.” this wasn’t like how it went with MIRIAM, or LOLA, or.. “Really. I’m sure you’re gonna be fine.”

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ayvios‌:

she feels bad even when explaining herself. it’s not supposed to be an excuse, but it still feels like she’s trying to feed him excuses. it was the best option for her to leave, right? it was. she got better, but what was the cost ?? leaving her little brother at the hands of the company ? why did she trust that they’d keep their word ?

the sight of mikuo that moment breaks her heart. this is.. this is all her fault, isn’t it ?? it’s always been. her jaw hurts with how much she’s clenching it, lips quivering as she desperately tries to hold back the tears. she doesn’t want to cry, doesn’t feel like she deserves it. mikuo suffered during her absence, because of her absence, and what was she doing ? at school ? she could’ve done that here, so she could still help him.

❝ i’m sorry, ❞ she says, voice cracking. she wraps her arms around him immediately, holding him close.  ❝ i won’t. i won’t leave you. i’ll.. i’ll never leave you with them again. ❞ her body is shaking, trembling. tears fall down her face despite the efforts to stop them as she then just holds him tighter.

she wipes her tears with her sleeve, but to no avail. she gently kisses the top of his head, softly rubbing his back in a way to comfort him. ❝ i’ll.. i’ll protect you, mikuo-kun. like i should’ve before. i promise. i’ll.. i’ll make sure they won’t hurt you anymore. ❞ how will you do that, miku?? don’t say things if you don’t mean them. ❝ i’ll… i’ll be a better sister. i’ll take care of you. i won’t run away again. ❞

Mikuo is feeling much worse, when he should be doing the opposite. He’d gotten what he wanted, an explanation and a heartfelt apology that had initially taken away some of the sting. Why was he still riding on this emotional rollercoaster, when he’d already stood up to get off? The poor thing can hardly speak, much less think of any answers to all the convoluted questions that damned bug trips off inside his head.

He can merely tighten his grip on his precious big sister, and vow to never let go for the rest of his life. 

What finally gets the gears turning in the right direction is the realization that her apologies and strained assurances are.. genuine. She really wants to turn things around, and make this up to him.

..She also probably felt terrible. Part of that is understandable, and he feels she should for bits and pieces just not.. everything. 

It wasn’t her fault that protecting herself meant unknowingly leading him into a pitfall of abuse.

She didn’t know.

“No. no--” he insists, pulling away just enough to look her in the face. “You don’t need to apologize anymore.” he looks a hot mess, face red and makeup lines running down his cheeks. Refusing to let go of her, he settles on just loosening his grip a small bit as he continues speaking. “You’re..” there’s a pause as he hiccups to hold back another sob.

“You’re the best sister I could ever ask for, Miku-ne. I mean it.”

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r4gn0r0k‌:

Hearing that the company he worked for? Belonged to? Didn’t like the idea of two of them dating, Matt couldn’t help but give a big frown.                                                         Euck… This is why Matt had always preferred the idea of working for yourself. Nobody could get in your way, you wouldn’t have anyone telling you what to do or how to live your life… You could be free.

And Matt very much liked the idea of freedom.

He was just lucky that MI6 didn’t seem to have any policies about handlers dating their agents…

This made him thankful of that.

“Ungh… I see.” He said with a frown, musing to himself for a moment before speaking up again. “–and I don’t suppose you’d be able to get away from them easily would you?” If not… It was a feeling Matt understood. When he was in the gang business, well… He felt so fucking trapped. Were it not for MI6 reaching out to him, who knows what would have happened…

Moving on, Matt couldn’t help but laugh at the lighter comment the other had made.

Ahhh, a swarm of teenage girls certainly didn’t sound fun to him.

“No worries mate,” he said with a grin, “Your number is safe with me. I, ah… Assume the same with you.~” Matt preferred to keep a lot of things private, after all.

That actually fucking worked! For the first time in his life, he’s glad that his company has such an iron grip on the entirety of his existence. Is the controlling abuse worth managing a little white lie? Absolutely not-- it doesn’t come close. At least he got something out of it, he supposes. Ever the optimistic one. 

The concept of making a grand escape makes him laugh, providing an obvious answer for Matt before he even gets a chance to speak. It isn’t a happy, genuine laugh; far too half-hearted and empty to even feign so. “Oh, no.” he assures, oddly relaxed when speaking about such a dire concept. Mikuo had become numb to the idea in most cases, figuring it was only right to be after ten years of enduring it. He shrugs a shoulder, shaking his head. “Unless I want to have a very abrupt meeting with a not so friendly incinerator, I probably shouldn’t consider it.” how pleasant! Way to keep the mood up.

Does he feel so, so painfully trapped? Yes. He’s being strangled. Whether or not he lets it get to him in front of another person, however, is a different story.

“Of course!” he runs with the better energy provided by the latter half of their conversation, giving a playful salute. “If anyone knows a thing or two about keeping things on the down low, it’s me.” mostly because he had far too many secrets for his own good, but he sees the same in Matt. How could you not, being deeply involved in horrifying things like gangs? “You’re in good hands, sweetheart. Trust me.”

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princely-alucard‌:

“Yes.” He places a hand against his him. Certainly Alucard’s fashion sense didn’t exactly scream that he was too in touch with the changing humans, from how he looked like a nobleman from an old painting. “Primitive? Perhaps on the outside to some. On the inside is where I find it is…special.” It was an oddly shaped castle as well, Alucard knew that from all the paintings he saw of real human castles. 

If Mikuo took a close enough look at the man before him, he’d draw the same conclusion. His fashion sense looked straight out of some old history book-- the ones about medieval times that spoke of bold men with many swords & zero braincells. “I’ve never seen anything like this before.” he says, speaking of both his surroundings and Alucard himself. “Since I was built, I’ve only been in big cities. Nothing so.. quiet.” it was almost unnerving, really.

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depressiontexting‌:

Once Mikuo finally walked in, she didn’t understand what took him so long, she made her way to the counter and ordered a long island ice tea.

Something simple to start her off.

She didn’t pick up on how uncomfortable Mikuo felt at first. She was just so used to the atmosphere of a bar, she would even say she was more comfortable here than she was at the Crypton building. It was just more simple here, no one was here to criticize you or tell you you’re worth nothing. You just needed to drink your liver into a coma and not mess with anyone. Of course it is always better to go in a group in case something does go down.

But once she sat down on the bar stool and looked back at Mikuo she saw how tense he was. And why did he have his hood up? She understood that maybe the bar scene wasn’t for everyone but she didn’t think he was this uneasy.

She patted the stool next to her motioning for Mikuo to take a seat. “It’s not so bad here. If you just keep to yourself there shouldn’t be a problem. I’m sorry if you didn’t really want to come here though. I didn’t mean to force you or anything. You can leave if you want to.”

“It’s not so bad here,” she says.. perhaps to her, a woman who would gladly drink herself into a coma 1200 times over, & someone perfectly used to the rocky atmosphere, it really wasn’t bad. To Mikuo, a man who’d never entered a bar for the sole purpose of drinking in his 10 years of life, who’d only touched alcohol a solid two or three times?

He couldn’t say it was anywhere near as bad as the Crypton building in terms of that dreaded ‘I would rather be literally anywhere than here’ feeling, but it still left him feeling uneasy. Unfortunately for him, his decision was resolute, & he was going to stay by her side-- not for his benefit, mostly so he could make sure she got out of there alright. If her own creators took every chance to sexualize and demean her, these people could just as well do the same.

Sitting beside her, his movements are a little rigid, & he keeps as close to himself as he can. Haku’s assurance that he doesn’t have to be there do help calm his nerves, even if he knew she wouldn’t be forcing him to stay. Some of the tension leaves, & he shakes his head, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand. “It’s okay, really. I just need to get used to it, I guess.” 

Barely catching notice of her woeful look at his hiding, he lightly pinches the fabric of his hood between his fingers, lowering his voice. “This,” giving his hood a pointed tug, “isn’t because of you. I just don’t want to take any chances.” he pauses, glancing around quickly. “If people take pictures of me here, & post them somewhere, I’ll have a very lovely appointment with an incinerator. Better safe than sorry.”

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carrots-and-cappellas‌:

“It’s like trying to untangle a ball of yarn sometimes, dealing with all the fronts people put up.” Gumi sighed, shaking her head. “It’s frustrating and tiring, but at least it usually ends up worth it. And, well, I try to be sympathetic when I see someone putting up a facade. Something’s usually happened to them to make them do that. They’ve usually been hurt.” She stopped, frowning. “Sorry, I’m rambling…”

“No, you’re fine.” he assures, not wanting her to feel as though she was speaking too much. Being someone who’d been through the whole “I need to shut the hell up for two seconds” mentality, he’d support her through her struggles with shyness. 

At the mention of the causes for such behaviors & facades, he barely bites back a halfhearted laugh. Wow, did she hit the nail on the head or what? For someone so softspoken, her understanding of both human & android psychology was impressive. 

A girl who never speaks, but listens, he supposed. 

Mikuo gives a nod & a hum in agreement. His reply is delayed, taking a few moments to figure out a way to word things that didn’t make it sound like he was speaking from experience. “Sympathy is a better way to go, I guess.” is what he settles on. “Hiding can be a good coping mech for a little while. People are odd, what can I say. ”

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youbxstards‌:

“I–Yeah, I will.” Fuck, this guy was attractive. He not only ran into someone but ran into someone cute, great. He moved off from the other male, taking a moment to catch his breath. How long had he been running? Been long enough that it felt like his lungs where on fucking fire. Green eyes looked to the stranger he’d fallen on, he looked as if he wanted to say something to him only to squeak when he heard the person chasing him go “HEY!”. 

With a scared expression crossing his features, he suddenly got up and took off in the direction he was running to. Someplace safe, anywhere safe he could get to. He didn’t even notice his phone had fallen out of his pocket during the fall and was now laying on the ground before Mikuo. 

As an international superstar, Mikuo wasn’t about to bat an eye at Kyle’s little social hiccup. He figured it to be more of an enthrallment with his existence in general rather than just his appearance-- the usual case of being starstruck. Before his mind can even formulate another response Kyle is taking off running, with no notice for the cellphone that hits the ground at his feet. 

He jumps, just a bit, at the sudden call & sound of footsteps coming in his direction. Thinking on his feet was never his strong suit, but luck was on his side for once in a blue moon. 

Leaning up to grab the phone & tuck it into his pocket, he pulls his hood over his head. Waiting until the sound of feet pounding against the ground gets almost unbearably close to him, he shifts enough to move his leg out into their path.

As soon as the attacker hits the ground, Mikuo dashes off, hoping to catch up with Kyle before it was too late. “Hey! Slow the fuck down, will you?!”

[ismikuoaninstrument]

"Show me"

Send “Show me” for your muse to see my muse’s scars.

“It’s a funny story, really!” thankfully for the both of them, Mikuo didn’t hold all too many issues with speaking about one of the two scars on his skin. They were visible with certain dresses of his that showcased his collarbone, & the two nearly equal lines that created a slight raise in the texture of his skin. A darkened red that contrasts with the paleness of his skin tone is only emphasized when he lifts a hand to the left side for emphasis.

“I fell out of a window.” he says, so very casually. “Two stories, three times, twenty minutes. I know, I’m such a clumsy bitch-- got a piece of glass stuck in my neck! It was so bad. Gave me some nerve damage, but it’s totally fine.”

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spiritunraveler‌:

    “Huh, I guess–” Fukase mutters, looking up in thought, “–though I’d think of it like how some homo sapiens put spices on their consumables. The consumable does a good job on its own, it’s just adding spices brings something else outta it or makes it stronger. Sometimes anyway.” 

    Gaze shifting to the side, it frowns. “But maybe it’s not a good idea to compare humans with consumables.”

    Its eyes go back to Mikuo.

    “Oh, are you what homo sapiens consider ‘rich’? Trading coins don’t mean much to me since I don’t need a lot of things, but then there’s times like this and that’s when it’s a problem. Thanks in advance.”

    Hearing that it might be right for once, it grins slightly, though the smile fades quickly as it tilts its head. “Powder? That’s not very concrete-y. On second thoughts, concrete can get like that if you smash it up. Which foundation thing feels less weird? The wet concrete type or the smashed-up concrete?”

Those words never failed to bring a smile to his face. There was something so strangely mythical about how Fukase spoke, Mikuo couldn’t help getting a little kick out of it. “Probably not the best idea, no.” did it have a point, though? 

Mikuo settles on a solid ‘sort of’. “I mean, you’re right, loosely.” if only it were an absolutely solid comparison. That would make things like self-esteem, & the overwhelming fall of the beauty industry, come much easier. “Some people would argue otherwise, but I agree with you.”

That question earns a halfhearted laugh. “Yeah, I’m an idol, so I make good money.” did Fukase even know what an idol was, entirely? 

It really thought it was right on the nose with that concrete comparison, didn’t it? He’d roll with the punches, for the time being if nothing else. An actual question about the substance itself is something he can latch onto. “I use the liquid,” cue air quotes, “concrete, myself. It adheres better to synthetic skin than the powder. I can make it work if I have to, but it’s a huge pain.”

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neuroticsynth‌:

“Do I really look the type?” he asked aloud with surprise in his eyes. He was aghast, but not insulted. He tried to figure a persona that would match a man with rings on his fingers and turned out blank. His eyes found themselves staring at Mikuo intently as a result before two fingers came up to pinch his chin while contemplating. “You seem more fit for rings, Mikuo-nii.” He fretted at the habitual tendency to use suffixes as if he was a kindergartner. “They seriously give off a bad boy kind of aura.” He then shyly scratched the back of his head before flickering away his attention from the other. “I think it’s just because people tend to make me sing embarrassing songs that I seem to come off like that.”

Mikuo nods in confirmation, envisioning Len much differently than how he apparently viewed himself. What comes to mind when he thinks of a boy with a plethora of rings is either someone who liked to seem more rough & tumble than he actually was, or just relatively fashion forward. He himself didn’t wear them all too often, finding them difficult to keep on when practicing (though, that was mainly because his hands were too small to properly fit many of the ones he liked.) “You think so? I do wear them, sometimes. They’re pretty.” 

What was he so flustered about, anyway? Mikuo didn’t think he’d said anything particularly embarrassing. “That implies you think I ‘give off a bad boy kind of aura,’ Len.” he comments with a snicker. Him, a bad boy? As if. “You’d suit that trope better than me. Besides, it depends on which ones you wear, how they come off. Ones with gems & stuff wouldn’t seem like that.” he strongly doubted it, at least. “It would add to your outfit, regardless! Perhaps something that would compliment the darling shade of red on your face, hm?”

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@ismikuoaninstrument, @moley-face and i are in a discord chat and i found a tweet generator, enjoy this gold we made

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taya-soune‌:

Taya shrugged, frowning slightly.

“I could not tell you. I don’t know what a robot is. An automaton, however, is a machine built and designed to look and move - somewhat - like a human, but their autonomy and capacity to think on their own is limited. In that respect, I do not envy them in the slightest”

They retreated their hair, smiling at they were complimented again; and finished processing what the other said.

“You say you were built, too… Do you have the ability to make your own decisions?” They asked, suddenly serious.

That definition sounded oddly striking to himself, almost to an uncanny degree. After taking a moment to let it settle in, he nods in response, attempting to formulate his words in a way that didn’t let loose all the unnerving emotions bouncing around in his head. “Um.. that’s vaguely me.” Mikuo replies, praying his face hadn’t lost any evident colour. “I mean, I think I look more than somewhat like a human, but I digress.” that question, & the sudden demeanor change, brings him pause. Taking a breath, he does his best not to falter in his speech.  Why was this so freaky to him? He got asked these questions all the time! “Yeah, absolutely. I was made to be human as possible, so I think just like they do.”

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↨ im sending two bc why not,,, stryder is like 6' n miku is around 5'7 :0

SEND ME ↨ AND YOUR MUSE’S HEIGHT

i’ll use this website to compare my muse’s height to yours and post it!

“..I am an ant compared to this man. Miku-ne, too..! Come on!”

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✍ Gakupo Kamui

SEND ME A ✍ + A MUSE TO SEE HOW I WOULD PLAY THEM.

to be tbh my perspective on gakupo is super warped bc i made an au in my brain where he’s secretly a gang leader & .. wowza it’s great. my gaku is relatively regal with a hint of mystery, he’s rly on top of things but he’s got a lot of dark things hidden & he’s a big edgelord. despite this he’s very respectful & full of grace, sorta in that typical samurai honor kind of way. w people he loves he’s very laidback & a total sweetheart. gaku is two-faced in the sense that he doesn’t involve any of his more grim stuff w people he cares for, & he’s capable of a lot that nobody would kno or expect. edgy inside soft outside