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inject me with morphine and tell me i'll have a life again. | independent mizuki |

[kanshikijusu]

Ha, I miss it here...

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"Mizuki-San! Can I ask a question?"

      | ✢ |     ➺  Curiosity bites him in the ass as he looks at them with a lifted eyebrow. This person is pretty odd, but if they're Aoba's friend, then... "Yeah?"

[4ugu]

mizuki’s allmate is very very cute <3

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"Miiiiiiiizuki-Saaan." Don't mind Sei as he just latches onto the other man's waist and nuzzles his cheek affectionately.

      | ✢ |     ➺  His first instinct when an unidentified pair of arms wrap around him is to whip around, ready to hit whoever had the gall to touch him without permission. The moment he does turn around in that hold, though, he calms considerably, wobbling a little and closing his eyes with a sigh. "Hey, Sei. You startled me." He hummed, lips quirking into an amused smile.

[kanshikijusu]

Compliments on my Mizuki fluster me so much omg??? Like. Gosh. Why do you like him so much he's a big chatty butthole who's secretly clingy and lonely who could kick someone's ass without making much of an effort. Why do you like this nerd someone explain this.

So mANY INTERACTIONS WHEN I FIRST STARTED THIS BLOG ENDED UP JUST.

EVERYONE MADE OUT WITH MIZUKI.

WHAT AM I DOING RIGHT OR WRONG HERE???? I AM SO  C O N FUSE,

[michellekpoems]

I am not beautifully broken. I was ripped to shreds from the inside out.

Michelle K., Beautifully Broken (via yoursuicidegirl)

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☆ »『He sighed a quick sigh of relief, relaxing himself against the back of the chair he sat in. Yeah, it was just Mizuki— if the caller ID hadn’t told him that, anyway. `S-Sorry, I was just… ahh, long day.` He doesn’t need to be truthful just yet. `What did you need?`』

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      | ✢ |     ➺  "Well I, uh." Releasing a soft huff of laughter at his stupid thoughts -- that tone totally wasn't one of a guy who'd just had me time interrupted -- he rubbed the back of his head and glanced over his shoulder at the clock on the bar behind him. "I was wondering if you were busy?"

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☆ »『At least he was still staring at it— otherwise he might have just ignored it again… pallid fingers deftly curl the coil around his wrist once more and he clears his throat so he doesn’t sound nervous, before tapping the answer button. `M-Mizuki?` Nope, still sounded nervous.』

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      | ✢ |     ➺  "Yo, Aoba--" He pauses only when he takes note of the nervousness that's half-concealed in Aoba's voice. Something seems wrong, and it flips his demeanor upside down. "You alright? You, uh... sound a bit flustered or something." Shit, did he call him during some quality self time?

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☆ »『`Oh, yeah, the hospital…` Awkwardly shoves his coil away from himself.』

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      | ✢ |     ➺  Maybe it's just coincidence, but it's only a few moments after Aoba shoved away his coil away that it started to ring, Mizuki's name popping up on a screen to broadcast just who was trying to contact him. C'mon, pick up... pick up.

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Wheezes. Thank you so much. I really appreciate that though I doubt I'm really that great at him oh my gosh.

[sakura-no-haruno]

Send me a ™ if you think I could be a writer for my muse's canon dialogue

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━∴☍∴━ Hearing the rustling sound and the groaning he swayed his head back, setting the frame down and locking gazes with the other.  ”You’re awake."  An obvious observation of course,  He moved a bit closer, putting his index finger and thumb underneath his chin, making him stop wobble or a split second.  No denying it, it was mizuki. He released the other and moved to him, gently placing his palms on his shoulders and setting him down on the stool.  He kept silent for a bit, grabbing a glass and filling it up with some water and finding what seemed to be mizuki’s pills to help regulate his vision and stop the pain. “These yours?"  After getting a slight nod from the other he took two of them out and handed the other the glass of water, the ice clinking against the glass.  ”I don’t need you to take care of me, not to long ago I found you passed out in the alleyway, seemed pretty bad so I took you here, I didn’t expect you to wake up so fast to be completely honest with you.” So mizuki Didn’t remember who he was, that was kind of disappointing yet relieving, He knew he wasn’t used to feeling sympathy or concern, so why was it sparking even after so many years of being numb and wanting to see the destruction of many hearts?

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      | ✢ |     ➺  A hand under his chin had him almost falling over, and almost as if to prevent that, he was being pushed into a chair and effectively hushed in all attempts to offer some kind of hospitality to the artist he's admired for so long. Something sat wrong with him, twisted his stomach, but went ignored as he tried to find words that kept slipping from his mind. He wanted to say something, but what?

     He's met him once before, yet he'd acted like he never had before. Maybe it was the disorientation. Their first meeting had been pretty great, though. Still, he can't shake this feeling that they've had more encounters...

     The soft pitter patter of tiny claws on the tile floor of the shop sounds the quick arrival of Mizuki's Allmate. When the small white creature leaped into his lap, he instantly dropped a hand on its head, but he couldn't take his eyes off the other man in the room. "Mizuki. Your vitals are going crazy. Please rest and remain calm." The Allmate, Efude's soft, feminine voice chided. "And take your medicine, dummy!"

     As if right on time, his pills were practically shoved into his hands after a confirmation that they belonged to him. A begrudging sigh later, he's taking them and glancing up at the ceiling. "Calm down Efude. I'll be fine." A sigh parted his lips and he dropped his chin into an upturned palm over the bar. "Sorry. I got excited about seeing you again. It's been a really long time." ...Has it? "I normally don't wake up that fast." He admitted.

     "Yeah, so rest, reeeest, you jerk!" The ermine piped from his lap, only to get tapped on the head so she'd go into sleep mode. "Not now, Efude. I'll rest when I'm dead." Or once his company's left, at least.

[kanshikijusu]

Excuse me while I scream over Mizuki's Allmate because holy fuck it's so precious I have so much love in my heart.

[kanshikijusu]

Sorry I've been absent so much recently...

I know I made a post a while back about things turning sour but I don't think I ever made a formal explanation for what was going on. The apartment I was living in with my friends ended up having a lot of issues Three of the four people other than me who were living there were unemployed and everyone was getting up in arms with each other about money and who cleaned what and whatever else have you. The fighting got so bad and I realized that I didn't feel safe or wanted there nor did I feel as if I were being treated the way I deserved to be, so I told them I was moving out.

When I told them I was moving out everyone got nasty with me and one of them apparently had to restrain themself from coming in my room to hit me and scream at me (I have PTSD if they had done that it would have ended very badly with me having a severe panic attack and calling the police, etc).

After that I ended up getting taken out of there by my stepmother and I'm now living with her and my dad and they don't have internet there. If I want internet I have to go to a local library or use my stepmother's hotspot on her phone (which is limited).

When I get the money I'm going to try and get some kind of router for their house. Until then I apologize for my incredibly delayed replies to roleplays!

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━∴☍∴━ The prevaricating fox knew where he could find the young man that easily flew into his arms. The young, talented man that knew about his work.  With it being only a month or so from the platinum jail incident he wouldn’t be surprised if the other knew who he was, knowing the horrid things he brought on to him, only because he was following orders from a elder man clouded by what seemed to be a thrill lust.  So in the end, he expected nothing less then what a pained dog to do, B i t e.  The wooden shoes he wore made a hollow thud against the ground, he was going into the fabled territory of ‘dry juice’ a stupid name, only for a stupid game. The only thing he was concerned about to some degree was finding that one boy, the one he scarred and marred until he was driven to the brink of calamity. Finding his way wa simple, with the help of the friendly residence of this town. A carefree stride and a puff of smoke from his kiseru pipe, he found the black needle. Only to see the other wasn’t there.  Surely he didn’t go far, he heard rumors he was now just in recovery.  Hunting for the other he went through several allyways, he scoffed at how unclean some people could keep their own home town.  Eventually he saw a obscure lump on the ground, nothing it’s chest expand he figured it was drunkard passed out.  He moved closer, neck craned downward as he observed the features.  ' It's him√v^— ‘  ”-Mizuki-kun..” He appeared to be unresponsive, so the fox used whatever scarce strength to throw him over his shoulder, and carry him back to the black needle.  If anyone asked he just said his friend drank a bit to much and he was doing him a favor, of course the door was locked, he just dug through the other’s pockets and found the key.  Setting him down he treated whatever small scraps and wounds he created and sat around observing his work, picking up a framed picture of what looked like HIS work.  How cute.

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      | ✢ |     ➺  Normally when this happened, it might take him anywhere from three days to a week to wake up. This time, for whatever reason, he managed to awaken sooner, breaths short and head aching like a motherfucker. It was strange, too, because he doesn't remember passing out on a bar stool inside the Black Needle. No, he's pretty sure it was outside in an alley some distance away. ..Right? Or is his memory fucking up now, too?

     His body doesn't always agree with him now. Ever since that day, he's been something of a mess. Broken though he was, he'd never blame Aoba for it. He tried, and that was all he could've done. The moment he cracked his eyes open, the light beyond his lids, though dim, burned his retinas and caused him to reach up and hold his head with a gasp. Maybe this is why he doesn't normally wake up for a few days. He feels as if his body was hit by a train.

     The sound of something moving had him forcing his eyes back open so he could look at the source. Just that was enough to have his heart leaping into his throat. Ryuuhou, world renowned tattoo artist was in his parlor looking at a framed tattoo design done by none other than the man himself who happened to be looking at it. Forcing his body into motion no matter how much it didn't want to cooperate, he leaped to his feet and swayed on the spot.

     "Oh my god. Did you--" A sharp inhale, and he reached out and grasped the bar to keep himself standing. "--find me and bring me back here? I never would've thought, I mean... You're my idol. I love your tattoos." He's fumbling over himself, hobbling up behind the bar and almost knocking over several glasses on his way. "Can I do anything for you? Get you something to drink?"

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* { probably inebriated while doing so but }

      | ✢ |     ➺  There goes his balance. Bye. Mizuki is now on his hands and knees and looking over his shoulder with flushed cheeks. “What the fuck, dude? You’re drunk. I never should’ve let you drink. I forgot how weird of a drunk you are.”

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      | ✢ |     ➺  "--Aaah..." An unhappy exhale of smoke was followed by the swaying of his lanky body. He knew he shouldn't be smoking because it made his balance even worse than it already was, but he needed it. Thoughts plagued him and reminded him of a past he really wished didn't exist. If he'd been stronger -- if he'd realized that no one was leaving forever and Rhyme wasn't that big of a deal, he'd have never ended up in the sorry state that had almost led to Tae Seragaki's murder.

     Kicking a crushed can someone had discarded thoughtlessly in the alleyway, he wondered what had so possessed him that he'd turned to those yakuza guys who skulked around all the time. He wondered -- should he tell someone that he knew they were behind the Rib team disappearances? Or was someone out there already aware and not saying anything to spare him the thoughts? Aoba would be the kind to do that. He probably thought Mizuki had enough to deal with.

     Another puff and he swayed dangerously until his back connected sharply with the concrete of a colorless wall. A thunk, and his head followed, vision turning pitch black. Fuck... not again. Every time he hits his head, this happens. All control of his limbs flees as he slides down the wall he'd hit against in a pile of useless limbs, unconscious, cigarette still releasing smoke from its now forgotten place on the ground.

     Would someone find him? It'd be just his luck if they didn't.