doll's eyes .

❝ i believe in deeply ordered chaos ❞ ; francis bacon

[ningyouko-blog]

"Bo-chan~" He's careful not to drop the cake or allow any of the flames of the candles to accidentally ignite something (for burning down Bo's house would be the *last* birthday surprise he'd like to grant him). "I know this is a little late, please forgive me for that." [1/2]

He holds it out, a chocolate fudge cake with fluffy vanilla buttercream icing - strawberries strategically placed in the outer ring while the center featured chocolate shavings and red icing reading "(♡°ω°♡) Happy birthday dearest Bo-chan!" A gentle smile is curved onto his lips, warm with affection. "Make a wish Bo-chan~" [2/2]

a small gasp escapes his lips, staring at the delicious cake that ari-san was giving him. eyes widen slightly with wonder, following the cake’s path from the kitchen right down to the table in front of him. it looked so delicious that he almost just wanted to smash his face in it, but at the same time he held himself back just to stare at the decoration and design of the cake itself. he could practically smell the love coming off of it! a true ari-san creation!

“ a wish? “ he looks up at the other, eyebrow raised slightly. ah, that’s right. he had completely forgotten that part. to be honest, he hadn’t done something like this since his grandmother passed away, his own father usually sending him the driest ‘ happy birthday ‘ text one has ever seen and some gift money into his bank account. at first it kind of hurt, but bo got used to it over time, though he didn’t realize just how much he missed actually having some cake and a party. “ mmm... “ a finger is pressed to his chin as he thinks hard on what to wish for, though there’s not much he specifically wants. or, anything that he either couldn’t get himself or would naturally be impossible to achieve. “ mmmmm.... ah! i got it! “ turning towards the cake, he smiles. “ i wish... my dad’s legs would break! “ and with that, he blows out the candles.

[ningyouko-blog]

i can’t believe i missed my own oc’s fuckin birthday but we’ll just pretend he was doing a commission and locked himself in his apartment for a week

[nihilistichedonism-a-blog]

“Help me with my costume!” -ningyouko

“Ah, stay still Bo-chan. I can’t possibly zip you up if you wiggle around like that.” Brows furrow in concentrated effort as nimble fingers strain to pull the zipper up, letting out a victorious “aha!” once the costume is fully fitted. “There we go!” He straightens to his full height, taking a step back - hands resting on his hips as he admires the younger with a grin. “You look great Bo-chan! A wonderful choice of costume, clearly. Check the mirror. Does it fit alright? Hm, why don’t we ask our dear friends what they think?” He turns to the dolls, sitting on the chairs pushed against the wall. “Well? What’s our verdict?” 

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" a-ari... s-san.. " he's sniffling and tearing up, reduced to a frightened child in front of the other. he clutches his doll close to him, his frame shaking in the chair next to ari's bed. " y-you're okay... y-you're.. " suddenly, bo throws his arms around the other, burying his face in ari's chest. he doesn't cry loudly, but you can tell by the way his shoulders tremble that he is deeply upset. " y-you i-idiot!! " his voice is muffled in ari's chest, but he yells loud enough to be heard. (1/2)

“ why would you do that?? h-how could you b-be so.. s-so stupid?? ” he lifts his head up to look at the other, his face covered in tears and snot. though tears were shed from both eyes, only his good one was bloodshot and red around the edges. “ y-you sc-scared me… ari-san!! you i-idiot!! ” (2/2 ningyouko i ran out of rOOM)

“Ah.. Bo-chan.” The sight startles him, never has he seen Bo this upset - it provokes a heavy pang of guilt, because it’s his fault that Bo is crying like this - he feels bad, he does. He opts to hold him close, going to gently stroke the back of the other’s head - fingers threading through soft strands of hair, a low soothing hum sounding from him as he listens to his teammate berate him. The accusation is received with a cool, stoic expression by Ari who simply gives a small, apologetic smile. He goes to wipe away a tear from the corner of Bo’s good eye, gently shushing him all the while. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I suppose I pushed myself too hard, didn’t I?” Ah yes, he recognizes where he is now - certainly not the comforts of his own bedroom, where he’d much rather be. The last thing he remembers is the bright glare of stage lights shining down on him as black blurred his vision and his knees gave out, he faintly remembers the painful thud of hitting the stage hard before he was out cold. How dramatic, how grossly insensitive of him to collapse in front of everybody like that. He supposes this time he must have really outdone himself… “I am OK Bo-chan, I promise. Please don’t cry anymore. See? I’m all good.” 

@ningyouko

[ningyouko-blog]

I don’t care how old I am, you’re not stopping me from trick or treating.

meme. // accepting.

“ ehh? why would i stop you? i’m coming with you! “ he’s dressed in a rather simple costume; bandages wrapped around his face, covering his glass eye, and around different parts of his body. he isn’t wearing a shirt, but he is wearing pants, and the bandages wrap around the outside of that as well. fake blood ( red paint actually since he has a lot of it ) was splattered on the bandages, and on different parts of his skin. some of the bandages hang off on the ends, dragging along the ground behind him. “ i hope i get a lot of candy for having a good costume! “

[ningyouko-blog]

"I didn’t say anything. I thought that was you?"

meme. // accepting.

“ i didn’t! it definitely sounded like you for a second though... “ he can feel a shadow standing behind them, a presence breathing down his neck with its freezing breath. it sends a shiver down his spine, a cold sweat on his palms, but he isn’t exactly scared per say. rather, it’s curiosity, maybe even a bit of excitement? he can definitely feel the corners of his lips curling into a smile. slowly, he turns around, but what he sees is.... nothing. an eyebrow raises slightly, and he turns back to ari. “ ari-san... do you feel that at all? that.. weird feeling that you’re being watched? “

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♱☾Halloween RP Asks☽♱

1. Oh, you are so not going trick or treating in that 2. This year, please try not to go inside anyone’s house, no matter how nicely they ask you to. 3. No, no, I insist! Step inside, out of the cold… 4. This doesn’t count as candy, asshole! 5. Wow. Very scary. No, really. Shaking in my boots. 6. You call that a scary movie? 7. Will you… um… please walk with me to the bathroom? What?! It was a scary movie… 8. I don’t care how old I am, you’re not stopping me from trick or treating. 9. Oh wow, your fangs look so real! 10. AND TAKE YOUR LAME ASS PUMPKIN WITH YOU! 11. What are you thinking of going as this year? 12. Let’s dress up together! Coordinated costumes are always the best. 13. Stop being silly. The number thirteen is just as unremarkable as any other number. 14. Oh… you didn’t know I was throwing a costume party here? 15. Don’t be such a baby. Touch it. 16. Oh shit, this was a costume party? 17. Can you help me into/out of this costume real quick? 18. Don’t give me that face. You’re going as that (costume) and you’re going to like it. 19. I don’t think my mouth can fit around that apple… 20. -Blood-curdling scream.- 21. Horror Netflix and chill? 22. I can’t believe I agreed to watch this with you. 23. Promise not to scare me? 24. The power’s out… Have any candles? 25. Who… who’s there?! 26. I’ve told you a thousand times! There are no such things as ghosts! 27. I’ll do anything if you just… just stay with me tonight. I hate being alone on Halloween. 28. You’re scaring me… Stop it! 29. A Ouija board? 30. I didn’t say anything. I thought that was you…

[ningyouko-blog]

“Bo-chan~ I’ve brought you some treats!” In a grand gesture, he pulls off the lid of a box to reveal a row of cupcakes - frosted to depict various expressions, various monsters galore! “Did you eat anything yet today? Why don’t you take a break and we can have cupcakes together? Do you prefer vanilla or chocolate? Do you want a little ghost? Or maybe a pumpkin...”

his eyes light up at the sight of such beautifully and adorably designed cupcakes. he’s honestly marveling at the skill ari possesses, and he wishes he had such skill ( though it’s not like he ever actually tried to decorate pastries before )! “ wooow! ari-san, that’s so amazing! “ he scans over the different cupcakes, trying to see which one looked the most delicious. “ hmmm... oh!! can i have a pumpkin one? those look really cute! “

[ningyouko-blog]

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text: i want to gouge my other eye out just to unsee this forever

[ningyouko-blog]

hey haha sad headcanon involving bo’s trauma haha ok here we go!!!! (triggering content ahead including family deaths and trauma be warned)

around the two days when his mother and grandmother died, bo does the same thing for every year. he paints portraits for them.

so the thing abt these portraits is: they’re the exact opposite style of his usual paintings. they’re not creepy, or gory, or frightening, or haunting. they’re just, his mother and grandmother smiling. happy. like how he remembers them. sometimes he puts them in flowers, sometimes in a background of a beautiful scenery. he just, can’t bring himself to paint them in anything but beautiful scenes. because they were his most treasured people.

he usually spends about a week for the most part making these paintings. and if you thought he was bad with hyper focusing on his other works and not taking care of himself, he’s even worse with these portraits. because he wants them to be beautiful, because his mother and grandmother deserve only the best, most perfect paintings. if he finds anything he doesn’t like, or messes anything up, he scraps it and starts over. he often ends up not sleeping, not just because he forgets to sleep but he literally tries not to fall asleep. he’ll even ingest multiple energy drinks and coffees to keep himself awake (it results in him getting very sick but he doesn’t care). he does this mostly around his mother’s death, because if he sleeps he finds he has horrid nightmares reliving that day, reliving that trauma. so he’d rather avoid that.

he doesn’t ever sell these paintings, as they are too personal to him to just give away like that. so he hangs them in his apartment on a specific part of the wall. it’s the only two paintings he actually tries to hang up. he basically makes a new one every year to replace the one from the year prior, if that makes sense.

on the actual days of their deaths, he usually spends the entire day alone. he turns off his phone so he doesn’t get any calls, locks up his door, and just spends it in silence with his dolls. he’s extremely emotional on these days so he doesn’t want to interact with anyone, basically isolating himself completely. if anyone tries to come find him he doesn’t let them. sometimes he’ll even block the door just to be on the safe side.

he does go out on the day of his grandmother’s death, but only once. and it’s to visit her grave. he doesn’t do the same thing on his mother’s death day because her grave is all the way in austria, and no matter how much he’d love to he just can’t make the trip all the way to europe. when he visists his grandma’s grave he replaces the flowers there and just sits there. he always brings himiko with him too so that she can visit too.

[ningyouko-blog]

"Bo-chan, please remember boys are disgusting so avoid holding their hands at all costs ok?"

“ ari-san... are you still mad that eiji-kun broke up with you? i mean, you guys ‘ dated ‘ for less than an hour?? “

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firedesired‌:

“ Fuckin’ A ! Thanks little lady ! You’re the best ! ” Carefully he places the pot beneath her , securing it in place. He stacks all the other stuff , balancing it with precision and care. He stands back and admires his handwork , a satisfied hmph , followed by several nods. “ Alright ! Little lady will be safe in her little cookery fortress . No quick stops or shakin’ is gonna get her ! ” 

“ Thanks man , you really saved me ! ” He laughs easily , shoulders rolling back in exhaustion. With the threat of a pencil in his eye , or whatever other bodily harms threatened upon him gone , he takes a moment to observe the guy he was ready to fight. Ah, the artist type ? He points at sketchbook in his hands, “ You some kind of artist or something ? I feel like I probably shouldn’t ask , but are you the share-your-work kind of guy , or the you-will-NEVER-see my sketchbook type? ”

a small giggle escapes his lips as he watched his precious doll be seated in her ‘ throne ‘ of cookery. he leans down, nodding his head as if the doll is speaking to him, and looks up at the other. “ she says thank you~ “ a slightly crooked smile spreads across his face, and he almost goes back to his drawing until the other speaks up again. ah, he likes to ask questions huh? damn, and he thought he could get some sketching in before his next stop as well.

the end of his pencil is pressed to his lower lip, his smile spreading into a wide, almost mischievous grin. “ hmmm.. that depends. how good are you with skulls and gore? on a scale of one to five? “ his sketchbook is still pressed against his chest, hiding the drawing in question away from prying eyes.

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nihilistichedonism replied to your post ““ this whole situation just proves that love is useless and stupid and...”

true !

“ love is just a series of chemicals in your brain. useless, useless chemicals. “

[ningyouko-blog]

“ this whole situation just proves that love is useless and stupid and i want no part of it. “

[ningyouko-blog]

“ ari-san and eiji-kun say they’ve dated before, but i’ll let you in on a secret; their relationship ended in less than an hour. “

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uncharacteristically, he's just standing on bo's door without not even having texted prior --- however ! he's holding two warm (and opaque) plastic cups of coffee, ' mind if i come in ? the coffee shop gave me an extra by mistake and i didn't want it to go to waste. ' --- eyeterror

@eyeterror

he’s a little irritated that his painting was interrupted, but honestly he wasn’t really into it to begin with. maybe it’s the dreaded art block? well, he can always start over.

sliding off his stool, he walks towards the door ( barefoot of course, who cares about shoes or slippers? ). when he opens it up, he’s greeted with a surprise; heterochromatic eyes widening slightly and an eyebrow raising. “ eiji-kun? “ he tilts his head to the side a bit, but spots the coffee ( and smells it in the air ) immediately. a smile spreads across his face, or well, more like a grin. he backs up for the other to step inside, but holds his arms out at the same time in a grabby-hands motion for the cups. “ gimme gimme gimme! “

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nihilistichedonism‌:

“I’m sure you do like any rational person, but I think if you’re referring to your eyes - you mean heteroCHROMIA.” 

“ haha, yeah that! “