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what do you call love in your reality?

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@monicoda​ ❤ ‘d for a starter !

     Staring down at a book she had just taken out of a shelf in the library, she begins to pace absentmindedly. The hardcover book reads THE ALCHEMIST, an older text yet still on the shelves. After reading the preface she decides against checking it out, and returns to perusing the shelves. It is there she finds another young lady, with such similar accessory choice to hers, and silently gives a nod of approval. 

     ❝I very much like your ribbon,❞ she starts, ❝do you have any recommendations on fictional literature?❞ They’re both in the same area of the library–that must mean something, right?

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Whenever her worries threaten to pool and overflow, Monika finds herself drifting toward the library steps, like instinct. The library is her second home: she knows its shelves like she does the seasons, and each novel anchors her to a realm where her troubles no longer exist. The respite, though temporary, grants her hours of peace and a soothing ease.

Plucking a hardcover from its shelf, she briefly skims the back before flipping to the first page. It isn’t long before a voice draws her from her thoughts. When it does, she simply offers a smile in response.

“ Aw, thanks! Yours is incredibly cute, too. ” Monika gives her own ribbon a nudge, as if to smooth out any stray threads, then tucks a bookmark neatly into the novel’s binding. Seldom does she have company, and besides — it would be rude to read during a conversation. “ I’m not sure what stories you like, but some of my personal favorites are The Handmaid’s Tale and The Buddha in the Attic. Murakami’s works are also really interesting, if a bit surreal... ”

“ ...Are you looking for a genre in particular? I could help you search, if you’d like. ”

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harxmaki replied to your post: ( make sure to rest up and take care of yourself!! i believe in you!! <3 )

ahhh thanks;;;

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it is! i have an entire folder dedicated to low-res nozo icons

there she is… beauty

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❥ i am so sorry for disappearing again omg??? life got a bit hectic but i’ll be getting to drafts this weekend! you guys are awesome, bless

[gregistory]

Boop!

[ 🔪 ] - ♡*  “Mon’ka, I can’t read mus’c sheets…” *♡

Their tone was far from pleasant with all the condescending bite a kid would give when they had ‘the attitude’. 

Hoping to learn piano and further their hobby of music, Chara took a chance with Monika; only to find her peppy attitude to be insufferable. Her smile looked off. The way she carried herself, words so clear they had no trouble reading her lips, even the way Monika’s hair stayed in immaculate shape, was all too perfect that it unsettled Chara. Something was off about this older girl. And it made Chara’s palm itch with annoyance-   ♥* MISS GOODY TWO SHOES FAKE *♥ -that the older girl was hiding something with that carefully crafted smile with ease.

And their tolerance all came crashing down when they felt Monika poke their button nose. They read “Noob” from Monika’s lips and…snapped. The knife always hidden up their sleeve slipped down to land in their waiting hands. Their voice was clear and playful- no longer stumbling over words or muttered uncertainty.

♥* “ Dear Monika, do you believe you’re above consequences? “ *♥ 

[trickormemes]

One Word Writing Prompts

Send me a number 1 thru 50 for a word that I’ll use to write either a headcanon, drabble, or starter. Send 🌀 for a random number instead.

01. — first 02. — kiss 03. — final 04. — numb 05. — broken 06. — wings 07. — melody 08. — rules 09. — chocolate 10. — nostalgia 11. — heartbeat 12. — stranger 13. — confusion 14. — bitter 15. — afterlife 16. — daybreak 17. — audience 18. — endless 19. — fireworks 20. — wishing 21. — birthday 22. — tomorrow 23. — oppression 24. — agony 25. — return 26. — protection 27. — boxes 28. — hope 29. — preparation 30. — beautiful 31. — lies 32. — underneath 33. — hide 34. — diary 35. — unforeseen 36. — conditional 37. — gone 38. — clear 39. — heartache 40. — wired 41. — insanity 42. — foolish 43. — words 44. — study 45. — love 46. — skies 47. — stars 48. — lucky 49. — shake 50. — punctual

[robo-nonagon]

will you promise to spend the most time with me? ♥

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burnedportrait:

Cute— she’ll take that, true or not. “Thank you!” She’ll respond with a small small, the soft clasp of her hands, some attempt at sounding grateful.

There’s a long pause that follows that, the concept of having parents while known, is not one Mary is personally familiar with— well, her only family had been the gallery, which she was now separated from, for better or worse. A shake of her head, speaking cheerfully when she responds. “Nope! Father’s not around here, but it’s okay.” Which isn’t a lie at least, it’s hard to miss something you’ve never really had.

She was alone, then? Monika can’t be sure her father is a resident of Koi, or if he simply isn’t in the area. Either way, this isn’t the time for parents to leave their children unattended — especially when there was a true killer on the loose.

“ Is that so? ” She taps her chin in thought. ” Well, then: Here’s Monika’s Tip of the Day! ”

" When there are dangerous people roaming the streets at night, try to return home before sundown, okay? Otherwise, the bad people might get you. ” 

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harxmaki:

           she’s beginning to think that the majority of this city has lost their minds. never before has she been surrounded with so many people who will dive into conversation with a stranger─ and with her asocial demeanor, no less-!! 

eyes lock onto the girl, who’s replied with a smile despite maki’s own harshness. why, she wonders? maybe it’s her lack of exposure to people so willing to show kindness to others─ or her deeply rooted mindset that people will detest her once they learn the true harukawa maki. she inhales deeply, ready to turn and make a hasty retreat─ the thoughts provoked all too uncomfortable.  

❝ i don’t have friends. ❞ she states indifferently. but there’s a part of her, perhaps small and unknown, that is uncertain of that. maybe she does, they just aren’t here. that she knows of. this girl, though, maki’s sure she has a bustle of friends that would be more than happy to go out with her. truthfully, she’s reminded of someone she knows, who was equally as kind. 

maki watches as the green article is stashed away. it’s now that she’s ready to turn and leave, putting the encounter behind her. surely, after all that, maki can’t be of interest. her foot moves slightly as she’s ready to spin into a turn, until she’s spoken too once more. maki blinks in utter disbelief. compliments. unfamiliar and, in maki’s opinion, undeserved. they’re the one thing that always manage to catch her off guard, since they’re so uncommon─ rightfully so. and yet, here was a complete stranger, who’s gone out of her way to do so despite her rudeness. maki’s taken aback. 

❝ i-… ❞ fingers thread through her long hair, something of a tic for her. ❝ no. you picked it out, anyway. ❞ an uncharacteristic huff escapes, maki mentally cursing herself for breaking her facade, ❝ besides… the whole ‘girly’ thing doesn’t really suit me. ❞ she adds in a softer tone. it’s not that she hates cute things, she’s just.. never found the chance. 

❝ shouldn’t you get it? isn’t that the whole point of shopping, anyway? ❞ she hopes to direct the conversation elsewhere. someone’s advice echo in her thoughts; about being more open with herself and other people. but could she, really…? 

“ ...You’re not used to this kind of thing, are you. ”

Something soft and vaguely curious settles like mist over her gaze, steeping her features in a subdued wonder. I don’t have friends, she says — it feels sad, in a way, like it’s not so much that she doesn’t have them so much as she can’t. The sense of finality hovers in the air unspoken, and yet... How could anyone accept such a lonesome fate?

“ If you don’t believe ‘girly’ things suit you, that’s totally okay. We each have our own tastes, ” she states gently, lifting the sweater like a good luck charm. “ Even so, wouldn’t it be nice to wear something that showcases your personality a little more? I just don’t think our uniforms do either of us justice. ” 

As if to prove her point, she tugs at the cuff of her own blazer. Stiff, cold, unyielding — if feelings were fabrics, then she would hate to be associated with a school uniform. " Plus, shopping isn’t only about buying gifts for yourself. There’s a certain charm to shopping for other people, too! Like when Christmas rolls around, and you have the opportunity to choose gifts for your loved ones — that’s really as fulfilling as it gets. ”

“ Oh, jeez! Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so overbearing. It isn’t my right to dictate your life decisions or anything. What I’m trying to say is... It might not hurt to give this a try. ” This, as in touring rows of woven scarves and mushroom berets and skirts that have gone out of season. Monika welcomes it all with a sweeping flick of the wrist, and she hopes that maybe — just maybe — this girl will have a chance to enjoy herself. “ We could even, like, go shopping together, if you want? Just for a little while. ”

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❥  yes, hello! i am in dire need of new interactions, so like this post for a starter! capping at a soft two for now; lengths may vary.

[xoue]

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She blinks at that— playing along, is that what she was doing? She thought she was being fairly genuine, for what little that might be worth. Still, Mary will grin at the compliment, she liked it when people spoke of her positively, so all in all she was fairly alright with the outcome of the conversation. Acting along always had its benefits.

“Mary… I’m Mary!” Enthusiasm renewed, it wasn’t very often she got the opportunity to introduce herself to someone… well, she supposes that’s different now, but it was still a nice rush, a good change of pace.

“ Mary, huh? What a cute name! ” 

Mirroring the girl’s enthusiasm, Monika bends forward, her palms resting lightly on her knees. For all her bravado, Mary is an awfully bubbly child. It’s endearing, but more importantly, it feels sincere. Her high school peers tend to care more about appearances than they do expressing their honest thoughts. Children, at least, can express themselves freely — right? 

“ It looks like it’s getting a bit late out. Do your parents happen to be nearby? I wouldn’t want them to worry about you, or anything. ”

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42% CREATIVE  //  the Creative appreciates all beautiful things, in art and daily life. the creative act is essential to who they are.

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[rrhaes]

just monika. almost

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harxmaki:

          shopping. maki can’t quite think of a fate worse than this. after everything that’s happened─ after all the twists and turns leading up to her arrival in a city she can’t even be positive is REAL, shopping becomes one of the first tasks she finds herself having to deal with. it’s laughable, honestly. 

but when they ( they, meaning the people who forced her here. whoever that could be ) dropped her here in the city, someone thought it would be a good idea to leave her with only her school uniform to last. no good, that’s not good at all. she’s needs more, especially if she’s to continue her work. a school uniform just isn’t going to cut it. that, and she needs some… extra necessitates. necessities she isn’t going to find in a clothing store. those can come later, though. 

clothes shopping has always been a daunting task and, therefore, maki isn’t sure where to start. her brows furrow as she browses the isles. everything is so… strange. too girly. 

a voice calls her out of her thoughts. she instinctively takes a step back and narrows her eyes at the stranger, ready to respond venomously. until she’s asked a simple opinion: a choice of color.

❝ why should i care what you pick? ❞ her response shows little emotion. ❝ neither are really…. ‘cute’. ❞ the word feels unnatural on her tongue. maki eventually sighs. ❝ but, whatever. go with the red. is that all you need? ❞

Well, isn’t she a friendly one! 

The moment she meets that piercing glare, Monika inwardly winces, bracing herself for the worst. When the death threat never comes, she’s left fumbling for a proper response.

“ Um... Good question. You don’t, really! Ahaha... ” In truth, she’s baffled by this stranger’s curt reply, but Monika knows better than to respond in kind. With a soft, tranquil smile and a conversational tone, she deftly steers the discussion into congenial territory. “ Shopping just happens to be livelier when there’s more than one opinion involved. Isn’t that the whole point of going with friends? ”

While her own friends may not be here, they would hardly be happy to see her — right? So it’s fine, then, if she distracts herself with a brief chat, if she rambles about fashion and shopping and other mundane, cheery topics with strangers who don’t care either way. “ But yeah! Thank you for the input. I was leaning a bit toward the red one, myself, ” she continues, casually hooking the green cardigan onto the rack where she found it. 

The conversation should end here; it’s clear Miss Grumpy isn’t interested. Only a nagging sentiment compels her to stay. Monika pauses, her back to the coat rack and a thought against her tongue, and — 

“ Oh. My. Gosh, ” she gasps, like she’s reached the ultimate epiphany. “ I can’t believe I didn’t realize this earlier. Look, I know you’re not a fan, but now that I think about it, the red one would look really, really great on you — honest! ”

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“ I’m not sure if a curfew is the way to go about this, but the situation is still kind of terrifying, to say the least. ” 

“ Stay safe, everyone! ”

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burnedportrait:

She falters for a moment— even with her naivety, she could tell that something didn’t quite seem right (maybe not with this person, but maybe it’s her paranoia speaking). “Of course!” Probably. “It’ll help protect me, won’t it? Why wouldn’t it be helpful?”

Again, she’s left feeling a little uneasy; but simply just laughs in response. “Lucky, yeah! It’ll be okay, I’m not clumsy… I’ll be real careful if it makes you feel better, though.” The concern (? she’s not entirely sure if that’s the right emotion or not) reminds her, gives her a feeling she can probably trust, just a bit. It’s not like she knows much better about if she was being truthful or not.

It almost feels like a crime to tease someone this earnest. 

Briefly, she wonders how far the other would go to protect herself. The sentiment isn’t unwarranted — Koi, despite its charm, remains largely a mystery. She can understand the need to be careful in this unfamiliar environment.

“ That’s settled, then! ” Monika clasps her hands lightly. “ Thanks for playing along. You’re really a sweetheart. ”

“ I probably should have introduced myself earlier, but my name is Monika. And yours? ” 

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❥ heya, kny folk! finals hell is over, so i’ll be popping back here over the next couple days to catch up on drafts. see ya later