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old boy in a new world: an adventure of pastries, chalk, and pink crocs.

[memories]

My cat, #daigo nishijima, is petitioning for a name change with the local government.

[memories]

nishijimadaigo and @himekawamaki? a match made in heaven

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[rpmemediary]

Send my muse romantic pick-up lines to make them blush!

[deactivated-blog]

Send “🎲+ a bet” and my muse will say whether or not they’re willing to make that bet.

(If you cannot see the emoji, send “Gamble + a bet”)

[deactivated-blog]

Send “🔮+ a character” and my muse will tell the first thought that comes to mind!

(If you cannot see the emoji send “First Thought + a character”)

[rpmemesource]

a list of don’t sentence starters :

❝ don’t you dare touch him/her. ❞

❝ don’t look at me like that; like i matter to you. ❞

❝ i don’t understand why you’re acting this way. ❞

❝ don’t say that to me, [NAME]. not you, of all people. ❞

❝ what i don’t understand is how you can be so nonchalant in this situation. ❞

❝ please don’t make me go. ❞

❝ i don’t want to leave yet. ❞

❝ why don’t you just stay the night ? ❞

❝ don’t you love me anymore ? ❞

❝ no, you don’t understand. ❞

❝ you could, but you just don’t want to. ❞

❝ no matter what happens, don’t forget about me. ❞

❝ don’t say that you love me. ❞

❝ how can i live with myself if i don’t at least try to save you ? ❞

❝ don’t you know better than that by now ? ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to do with you anymore. ❞

❝ i don’t want to live a life without you in it. ❞

❝ your mind games don’t work on me. ❞

❝ i don’t want anything to happen to you. ❞

❝ please don’t miss me once i’m gone. ❞

❝ don’t go breaking my heart. ❞

❝ i don’t think anyone could love you the way i do. ❞

❝ you really don’t understand how much you mean to me, do you ? ❞

❝ i don’t want to die. ❞

❝ now don’t assume that this suddenly means we’re friends. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to be with anyone else. ❞

❝ don’t touch that, it’s valuable ! ❞

❝ ’ just friends ’ don’t look at each other like that. ❞

❝ please don’t cry. ❞

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞

[ghostling]

H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

"I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

"I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

"You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

"They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

[nishijimadaigo]

I teach the fine art of calligraphy to a bunch of high school students

[nishijimadaigo]

I wish I taught literature

[nishijimadaigo]

I teach the fine art of calligraphy to a bunch of high school students

[nishijimadaigo]

Himechannnnnn where is the money you owe me ♡

[nishijimadaigo]

nishijima daigo is gay, a fact proven in canon by digimon tri.'s stereotypical but nonetheless offensive utilization of the 'bury your gays' trope; himekawa maki takes her role alongside nishijima as true mlm/wlw solidarity in her ambiguous death in which we lay to rest another of digimon tri.'s sparse representation. in this essay i will

[nishijimadaigo]

A ghostly PSA from your favorite (homeroom) TA: eat healthy, drink water, and dream BIG☆☆!

[nishijimadaigo]

Oh Himechan, it seems I’m the Rose to your Jack from the 1997 American hit classic Titanic. ♡

[himekawamaki]

So this means I’m free from you since I’m the dead hot artist and you the survivor who will become a meme on the internet years later.

[nishijimadaigo]

You're breaking my heart! If I'm already a meme, does that mean I have been aged beyond my years?

[nishijimadaigo]

Oh Himechan, it seems I'm the Rose to your Jack from the 1997 American hit classic Titanic. ♡

[nishijimadaigo]

How many cakes we have together if I have two and you have three?

     “There’s no we, but there is a you and the number of cakes I have – which is none, after you get your hands on them! And it’s not have, it’s had, because you had five cakes … before you ate them. Trick question!”

[nishijimadaigo]

believinginhope:

“Who told you that?” Had there been some secret teacher meeting that Takeru wasn’t aware of? Or had Hikari let it slip? This was one of those times Takeru wished his friends wouldn’t worry so much about him. Sure his grades were lower than usual, sure he was stressed, but things would work out eventually. They always did in the past.

“If you really know as much about the Chosen Children as you claim, you should know we’re not just playing.” Takeru gave Patamon a light squeeze, and the Digimon in his arms glanced up at his partner.

“Dealing with infected Digimon isn’t a game, and I think looking for our missing friends is more important than studying for an algebra test.”

     When he was Takaishi’s age, he remembers always being caught doodling Bearmon in his notebook when he was supposed to be solving math equations. “Call it teacher's intuition,” he puts his hands on his hips and tries to look stern, but gives up halfway and in the end just sighs. 

“You say you aren’t playing, but ... you sound like a child who refuses to accept the truth. We can’t always control what happens to us, Takaishi.” His words aren’t soft but his face is, because Takaishi speaks and reminds him of how someone sounds when they’re carrying something heavy. And isn’t that true? The weight of the world is crushing Takaishi’s shoulders, and Daigo has one hand tied behind his back. 

But only one.

“There’s nothing wrong with waiting a little bit, as long as you don’t miss your chance to make a difference. So don’t wait too long! But, in the meantime,” he slaps a rolled up flyer for free tutoring on Takaishi’s head, “focus on what you can control.”