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“We become aware of the void as we fill it.” au pekoyama peko | independent sdr2 rp

[koroushiya]

Yeeeeah, I did that thing again where I disappear with no explanation. Sorry to anyone who wondered where I went. My mental health plummeted out of the blue and it takes me a couple months at a time to recover. Plus, I might have forgotten which email I used for this account.

Anyways, this blog is officially going on an indefinite hiatus while I get myself back to a better place and slowly ease into writing again. There is no guarantee when I’ll come back, but there is no if about it--I will come back eventually. My guess is that by August or September, I’ll be back in a good position to continue writing.

Again, I’m just... really, really sorry for doing this again. If you need me, I’ll be on my personal. Otherwise, have a good rest of the summer!

[ascacious]

because all he needed was you.

[kyoukokiwigiri]

【 真相 】⋙ No personal offense was taken. Kirigiri preferred some distance from people majorly of the time, and she too understood that being drenched in sweat from practicing was rather distasteful to many. Lavender eyes watched a few of the cherry blossom petals fall from the trees. It made the dojo far more natural looking. There were also benefits from having large plants in a room and it was brilliant on whoever designed the place in the first place. Looking back at Peko, Kirigiri nodded in response, agreeing about everything she had said.    ❝   Perfection does not exist, but is of a subjective definition.          I am sure you have much to work on          even if you are definitely very skilled.          I also do agree on the cherry blossom trees.          Some are still blooming while others have already.          It brings a nice, natural feeling to this room, does it not?    ❞ ⋘

[koroushiya]

It was a relief for the other to not speak against a safe distance between them. She wasn’t embarrassed, per se, to be so... sweaty. (Or perhaps she was. How would she know? She’d repress it anyway.) Still, it was easier to avoid any confrontation over something so minute.

The kendoka folded her arms over her chest, head tilting slightly. Reaching up, she brushed away stray strands of hair. At Kirigiri’s words, Peko nodded in agreement.

“Yes, I would say that is an accurate observation. If it weren’t for the lack of a sun and cool breeze, one might wager that it was a natural group of trees.” A momentary pause. “Ah, I don’t think I have introduced myself. My name is Peko Pekoyama, Ultimate Kendoka.”

[missmarksmanarchive]

With a nod in reply, Shiori tried to flash the kendoka a reassuring smile, truly hoping she hadn’t upset her. “That would be wonderful…I’m looking forward to it already.”

Peko was hard to read; her stoic expression and flat tone probably put many off, and even though Shiori had dealt with people like her before she still felt as though she had to be a bit cautious around her. But…it didn’t bother her much at all. If she could have another friend who didn’t mind her talent…it would all be more than worthwhile.

[koroushiya]

She might have cracked the tiniest of smiles, but if she had, it was gone faster than it had come. The kendoka had her own reasons for being satisfied with this arrangement; namely, she’d be pushing for proficiency in more than just melee combat, thus making her more ready for a variety of situations.

“Good. I shall see you then.” With a dip of her head, Peko spun on her heel and left.

The days came and went. She wasted no time in hurrying to the range after Friday’s last bell rang, with a quick pit stop to retrieve her own handgun. Although she didn’t immediately catch sight of the sharpshooter at the range, she didn’t idle around. Donning her protective gear, she moved to set up one of the bays, already familiar with these movements. Gun ranges were nothing new to her - many times she had visited them. All she needed now was for her instructor to show.

[shinzoukou-blog]

The girl pursed her lips in return, her expression lowering to a childish pout as she continued following alongside the kendoka.

{{ ♞ }} — “C’mon, Peko-chan~ Just this once! I know I don’t need to get you anything, but I want to! I even got the money from somewhere else since you said you wouldn’t take my work money! Just one little thing~?”

[koroushiya]

She offered a brief glance in the other’s direction, brow arching so slowly. It couldn’t hurt, but... no, she shouldn’t encourage any indulgences, whether or not it was someone else’s money.

“No,” Peko said in a decisive tone. “My apologies, but I do not want you to buy me anything.”

[koroushiya]

[triumphantemoji.png] Three (and a half) drafts down, two (and a half) to go. If things keep going this smoothly, then I might be able to finish them all by tonight.

[kuzupekos]

it’s my birthday so tanaka-gundam commissioned my otp thank u for feeding the fires of rarepair hell

drawn by nippunippu

[meela-31]

doodled super dangan babes

[mrbenvey-deactivated20190123]

*execution music playing in the distance*

[katkeria-deactivated20180303]

 it was a concern. a fairly rational one at that, he thinks. and although he will be making sure to keep an eye on this girl, he doesn’t find any reason to be hostile.

      ‘ …i understand. that isn’t a problem. ’

[koroushiya]

She gave a languid shrug, peering at the other almost curiously... or perhaps she was sizing him up. Whatever it was, the emotion was masked with stoicism.

“Is there something in particular that you wanted, or were you simply confirming your concerns about my sword?”

[koroushiya]

“And what, exactly, do you plan to accomplish by doing that?”

[koroushiya]

Currently, I have threads with eliteclassheiress (x), missmarksman (x) (x), fxkawatouko (x), nagadachi (x), sxmmersalt (x), kyoukokiwigiri (x), katkeria (x), shinzoukou (x). If you’d like to keep the thread going, then it would be a great help if you could like this post. If you don’t like the post, I’ll drop the thread, but that doesn’t mean we can’t pick up another one in the future!

[madomamii]

By 蛋黄番茄酱

[kend0ka]

please read about before following | art credit

[shinzoukou-blog]

{{ ♞ }} — “Well~ there’s no use focusing on the house when we’re not even there, right? How about we talk about something else?”

Airi pressed a finger to her lips in thought, and a moment later her expression brightened with an idea.

{{ ♞ }} —”Why don’t we stop by one of the new shops after we find your shoes, Peko-chan? When I walked by it last time they had some cute new dolls in stock. I could get you one, if you’d like.”

[koroushiya]

Peko canted her head a degree. “We can do that - down this way.” She cut into the middle of her sentence and veered to the right, down an alleyway. “...it’s quicker to reach the shoe shop this way.”

Pursing her lips, the kendoka failed to respond for a moment as she thought about it. “You do not need to do that,” she finally said. “As kind as it is to offer, I do not need you to buy me a doll. But... I wouldn’t mind looking into it.”

[fxkawatouko-blog]

No hint of appreciation anywhere in the stranger’s words, just an imposing figure casting a shadow over Syo’s until two dark bodies overlap. She shows no regard for the sacred ground upon which she stands; the bodies of her fallen companions, those who live and die by chocolate biscuits and boys’ love litter the cracks between them. Now the whole street is rotten. ”Oh? It’s all yours? So greedy! You want to be the last fujoshi standing?! I bet my collection—” the darkened slip cover slides off one, Syo picks through pages of timorous boys— “was so much bigger than yours!” Syo shifts her weight from one foot to the next, smirking, leaning forward into the comic. She lets the scars that line her thigh speak for themselves.

[koroushiya]

The stranger exhibits no signs of leaving anytime soon. Peko scoffs, drawing her sword, but keeps it near for now.

Her brows furrowed, confused, eyes (unwillingly) dropping to the other’s treasured ‘collection’, or at least the single revealed comic. She can’t see much and she has to dig through her memory, but once it clicks, her lip curls with disgust. “--A fujoshi? ...I don’t care about your asinine ‘boys’ love’. You can keep it.

“All I want is for you to leave this street.” Shoulders square up and she, herself, shifts into a more aggressive stance. The numerous scars are noted, and Peko decides it must have been a conscious move on the other’s part, to reveal such a feature. This peculiar person has experience in a fight.

And that was fine with her. More of a challenge.

[laviachan]

drew pekopeko-chan c: