What is a nonbeliever to a god?

... ...Ah, hello. I'm afraid I didn't see you approaching, and my senses otherwise are surely dulled, as the fragrance wafting from your every pore is quite strong. My apologies for such an inconvenience, I must say. It must be most offensive for a beauty such as I have no doubts that you are to not be seen and appreciated. Fear not, subject. Photography sees no gender, has no bounds. Would you mind sitting for a photo...? My works of art are well worth the effort. You would do well not to imply otherwise. ((I track the tags notseeingdoublevision and teruoezura. Feel free to send me an ask or tag me in a starter.))

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Test of Hope AU in which there is no freaky alpaca and everyone survives to their senior year of high school and these four end up as bffs

aka Teruo didn't want to take the picture and definitely did not want to wear the antlers so yuriko was like "the fuck you're not gonna take the picture" and threatens him in like seven different languages until he finally relents because she won't stop slamming the doors to their dorm rooms on the condition that she has to look twice as ridiculous as him to draw attention away from his antlers

yuriko took "ridiculous" to mean "hot" and decided she could live with that and enlisted chie to be in the christmas crew

chie was like "fine but i'm not wearing whatever it is that you're wearing" and it's actually really cold at their school so she's freezing her ass off. oh the things we do for love.

kuroda was tricked into being in the picture so he's not dressed up at all

not shown: yuriko's mistletoe earrings that she keeps tricking teruo with. like she'll stand on the landing of the stairs and wait for teruo to walk by and when he does she'll laugh maniacally and demand that he kiss her and he just shouts up "technically you AREN'T under the mistletoe" and she'll just sneak down the stairs while he waits sighing really melodramatically and punches him hard on the shoulder before kissing him and this happens like nine times

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She Blinded Me With Cataracts, Probably | Motive Start

shslprachwissenchaftlerin

Everything, absolutely everything, that Teruo had heard within the past eleven minutes of his life was absolute and utter bullshit.

Exactly who has the funds available to bomb all of Japan? The legal, social, and militiant repercussions such an action would cause...it was nigh unthinkable. He couldn't even begin to imagine that it was true, and there was no reason for him to believe it was motive for murder. What kind of savages did this unholy trinity of mascots take them for? Photographers were men (and women, admittedly) of art. Those to be respected, held in high regard. It was laughable that anyone could consider him prone to disgracing his reputation for such a pithy "motive", or lack thereof.

He couldn't speak for the others. However, his mildly annoying (an understatement if there ever was one) hanger-on was sure to be utterly distressed by the news. Poor dear. It wasn't her fault she was so small and pitiable. How was a girl, no more than a child, at that, to defend herself against the miscreants surely roaming these university halls?

Teruo hadn't dismissed the prospect of becoming a danger himself, not yet. But for the moment, he saw no reason to take any hasty actions. For the moment, all he could do was hope half-heartedly and with no real malice that someone would kill the sweet-smelling girl clutching his fingers and free him from the strain of dealing with her. Until then, he figured, he would have to forge on. Inclining his head in a way that it would be more clear that he was addressing  her, he spoke for the first time in two whole minutes. "If you are frightened, I would not blame you in the least. But fleeing shan't do us any good now, so I'm assuming the best course of action is to find our temporary living conditions and pray they are in order. Do you agree?"

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Keep Calm and Flip the Fuck Out

Every nerve in Aichi’s body was screaming at the tinny voice crackling over the speakers. Bombs? Missiles? Tokyo? No…no, it had to be a lie…He thought of his father’s office, in a tall white building overlooking a park, with just as much of a perfect sunset view as any of the nearby luxury condos. Of his brother’s middle school, surrounded by high-rises and convenience stores, in a shabby little neighborhood where the cigarette-butt-lined roads got too narrow for cars to fit comfortably. His hands clenched for his long-absent penknife. It had to be a lie. It HAD to.

A voice in his head whispered: was one life so much in the face of all those to be saved? Aichi’s blood ran cold. Statistically, no, it was not…but was it worth getting blood on his hands for a probable lie? He didn’t trust whatever mastermind enough to believe that it was real, but certainly it was someone used to pondering these big questions. And they were probably relying on the students to reach the most cynical of outcomes

Fuck it. Fuck all of it. Aichi yelled a stream of curses and slammed his fist hard into the nearest locker, leaving a small dent. He turned and bolted toward the common areas, hoping he would find a sympathetic soul, or at least a more optimistic one.

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

To the door's left, Teruo raised an eyebrow. He hadn't the faintest idea who'd just...attacked a roll of aluminum foil? However, from the profanities spewing from who the culprit presumably was, it was likely that it was either one of the men or someone who really should be. Heaving a great, heavy sigh, the photographer pushed away from the wall - his safety line, his net - and fell into step alongside a roboticist who'd slowed down significantly upon reaching his pseudo-destination.

"What absolutely fantastic weather, don't you think?" He said matter-of-factly, at the same moment that he smacked his head on a doorframe. Recovering a moment later, he was in a noticeably less charitable mood. "Dick-licking shitworthy ungodly son of a douchefucker," he shouted, holding the bruise on his head even as it formed, his speech eloquent even as it was profane. Even more so, perhaps, seeing as that particular string of words was in dactylic pentameter. A true art form.

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

It Takes A Blind Porcupine To Fall In Love With A Pincushion | Closed RP

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Another giggle followed Teruo’s groan, soft and girlish as it flew from Yuriko’s lips. In her mind it vaguely bothered her how he was so deterred from her already - she had made one joke to lighten the mood and then he saw her as insanity-inducing. What a sense of humor he lacked! She could teach him a lesson, most definitely. Or at the very least, hang around him enough until he found her pleasant.

"Oh come on! Surely I am not that bad! I smell nice, I dress well, and I’m not nearly as abrasive as the others. Why the groan, darling?" Her smile was in no way fake - and usually it never was so. Smiling for the crowd, be it a crowd of 1 or a crowd of 1 million, she could please the masses with a grin like that. 

"I was planning to listen! It was you who called attention to me in the first place!" And yet another smile, this one accented by placing her hands on her hips. "And I am not deaf at all, in any respect! But even if I were I could still sign to you. Sign language and all that!" 

Lead the way, lead the way… hm! The only question was where to go. “Have you been to the library yet?”

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

The mumbling spilling from Teruo's miraculously un-chapped lips was almost comical in its severity, the once-great man of legend reduced to a petulant child interacting with a woman in a way strikingly reminiscent of the phase before he'd passed the "girls are icky" stage of development. Nevertheless, he wasn't ENTIRELY unappreciative of her company. She did smell nice, to be completely fair. Many women he was familiar with preferred to douse themselves in perfume, which oft inspired him to douse them in kerosene and set them aflame. Have some sensitivity, for god's sake. You're dealing with a man of enhanced senses. There's no need for a figurative gallon of Justin Bieber's GIRLFRIEND. The young lady - Teruo had to stop himself from referring to her as "charming" - smelled not unlike the words she was so fond of constantly speaking. Amber Oud, perhaps? It wasn't for him to say.

Sighing in curious resignation to his current predicament, the photographer slid his arm down hers until their fingers were looped together, having found through past experiences it was far easier to be shown the way through more intimate physical contact.

Well, that and it was likely to make her uncomfortable, which would probably be pretty funny.

"I haven't been anywhere yet. Have you?"

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Exploration Start | Takayuki Shigeo

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Looking up from the map held in his hands, Takayuki met the gaze of one of his apparent classmates. Or, at least, thought he met the gaze. With their eyes sealed off and hood shadowing over a good chunk of their face, it was a little hard to tell if the man was even looking at him.

Eyes shifting to the side of the fountain where he’d only heard but guessed that the one in front of him had walked into, he was starting to wonder if the mask they were wearing was just an impractical fashion accessory they felt the need to wear. Being one who was expected and possible even forced to wear designer outfits that sometimes have equivalent worth to a car, Takayuki wondered what kind of person would wear stuff like that. He was definitely interested in this guy. 

"Hear me? That’s a relief. I was beginning to wonder whether or not you could get around with your eyesight covered with that."

Regardless of whether they could actually see it or not, Takayuki still went through the effort to smile at them. Not to say that it took any effort for him to do so, in fact, him not giving anyone a smile is a thing that would only happen in movies. And in all honesty, Takayuki had no plans to make a film like that any time soon.

"Don’t worry about intruding! Unfortunately, I haven’t found anything you’d probably be interested in. It doesn’t seem like we have too many places to go look for things, anyway."

It didn’t look like there was anything Takayuki himself was interested in, really.

"With the Arts Building closed off, I don’t think there are any buildings currently open that I’m too ecstatic to see. How about you? Wanna go check out the Café or something with me? Or the Rec Hall, if you’re curious about that. Well, wherever you decide to go, hope you don’t mind that I tag along!”

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

Although his conversational partner had no way of knowing, Teruo blinked slowly and languidly under his obscuring, cumbersome mask of visage. Curiously, for once, he wasn't particularly sure what to say. His newfound partner's voice was still so oddly compelling that he found it difficult to actually follow the words he was saying, and it wasn't as if he was making much sense to begin with. The photographer decided to start off with the most obvious statement.

"I'm blind."

Was his dry, blunt response to the first inquiry, his eyebrow lifting marginally as he pushed the embroidered hood away from his face.

"So there isn't much worry about this equipment, designed to enhance my ability to approach life with as many advantages as possible, blocking any sort of vision. It is, after all, impossible to subdue what does not exist in the first place."

Standing abruptly, Teruo took a few steps in the direction of the male's voice pattern, ramming his knee painfully into the tiled stone fountain again in the process. A god, was he?

"As I have no way of truly enjoying the scenery, I find no reason for myself to be the person leading the expedition. It would not bother me in the slightest to allow your judgement to lead us where we are meant to go. Enlightenment, after all, comes to those who do not actively seek it. Shall we go?"

With no hesitation, the blond held a crook'd elbow out to where he assumed his conversational partner to be.

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Exploration Start | Takayuki Shigeo

Only just being admitted into high school, Takayuki really had no idea how to get around a college campus. Since it looked like their so-called ‘headmaster’ was currently unavailable to answer his long list of questions, he decided that the best thing to do was to go and check out the closest building, which after entering, he guessed was the dormitory. 

Before entering his own room, he took the time to take a look at the public baths, and took a mental note to come by here later. After waking up in some weird place you’ve never been before ever, with a throbbing headache and fuzzy memories of actually coming here, a nice, relaxing bath would be almost mandatory.

Not now, though, he thought, exploring comes first.

His dorm wasn’t as interesting as he hoped, so spending more than a couple minutes in there wasn’t something he was too keen on doing. Grabbing the map he’d found and then making his way out of the building, he took a seat next to Fuwa-chan on the fountain and looked it over.

"Well, let’s see where to go…"

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

Teruo was, in all honesty, completely out of his element here.

Any environment he wasn't totally and fully immersed in had this effect on him, it was just science. Natural. But to be thrust into a school he hadn't so much as toured? Unaware of the nuances of the floors and the scents that shouldn't be cause for alarm? The photographer clearly wasn't exactly delighted to be there.

Grumbling mildly to himself, distracted by the sound of his own voice, he very nearly ran smack dab into the edge of the sanded stone fountain where the only apparent staff member of a prestigious high school slept unawares. Lovely. He was tempted to push it in the damn fountain and get it over with, but couldn't bring himself to care enough. Oh well.

His grumbling grew louder as he took a seat on the opposite side, not aware of the classmate who sat just a few feet away. Or, at least, not until the nearly melodic sound of his voice floated across the water and found its way to him. Having lived stumbling blindly, he'd grown accustomed to identifying people by their voices, their copious amounts of cologne, the feeling of their skin. He was sure he'd never heard this voice before...no, it was impossible. He'd have remembered this one.

"....I can hear you over there. Pardon the intrusion. Have you, perchance, found anything of note?"

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It Takes A Blind Porcupine To Fall In Love With A Pincushion | Closed RP

[shslsprachwissenschaftlerin-blog]

Yuriko hadn’t come here looking for company, but sometimes things don’t work out as planned, now do they?

Actually, she had wandered the halls in a silence broken by her own humming, a tune to keep her occupied as she mapped out the building in her mind. Learn the language of the architecture - that was her goal. Once she found her way around, she would never become lost again. Not in the busy streets of Paris, not in the deep Black Forest, and certainly not in a school building. Getting lost here could mean life or death, after all. She kept a careful count of doors and hallways, mapping ways to and from where she expected to be - from her room to the cafe, for one.

It seemed, however, that fate had other plans, and put someone in her way or mental cartography. She hadn’t noticed him until he called out, to which she promptly turned her head to the voice, her steps slowing then. A smile came across her lips then - it was the very one who told her to stay away. 

"I thought your instructions were to make myself scarce, which I thoroughly tried to do until you interrupted me!" Her response was followed by a chuckle. After that, she sped up her steps, lightly jogging until she was next to the boy who had earlier shunned her. "But since you have a keen sense for detecting me, I think that staying away would be pointless. You would simply find me anyway!" 

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

It wasn't often that a person, place, or event managed to get under the photographer's skin. He'd been through his fair share of trials and tribulations in the lifespan he'd been given, of course, and life was clearly horribly rough on a misunderstood artist. His being a millionaire was irrelevant. Life could be difficult, and he'd experienced as much of it as was possible in the years he'd been around.

However, sometimes Teruo was presented with something so absolutely absurd that even his cool exterior was shattered beyond repair.

This girl appeared to be a catalyst for insanity. He'd have to mentally note that and ensure her very timely death, or, at the very least, incapacitation.

As it was, though, all he could do was drop the disinterested smirk from his lips and slump his shoulders in what could only be described as utter defeat. Teruo's eyes rolled back into his skull (not that anyone could see) and he let out the most adolescent sound he had in ages: "Uggggghhhhhhh."

Shaking his head, he pushed the woven sheepskin hood with its colored embroidery down and away from his face, regarding the girl before him with a halfhearted frown. "When I ask one to make themselves scarce, I thoroughly expect for them to listen. However, although I cannot say for certain, it would appear that in addition to having one of the strangest thought processes I've ever been in contact with, you're also partially deaf." Sighing, the boy ran a hand through the smooth hair he had pulled back and continued. "However, it seems you have no interest in allowing my sanity to continue existing. Very well...lead the way, if you wish."

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[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

i got everything right on tanner's mun thing. i know my baby.

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holy shit i am actually laughign a lot at this photos jf c

everyday i'm selfie-ing

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Imagine your OTP at a magic show.  Person A is the performer, and invites Person B to come up on stage as an unwitting volunteer.  At the end of the show after somehow convincing Person B to get tied up for multiple tricks, Person A pulls them in for a smooch before allowing them to return to their seat.

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It Takes A Blind Porcupine To Fall In Love With A Pincushion | Closed RP

shslsprachwissenschaftlerin

It was difficult to distinguish between night and day, in this place. At least, Teruo assumed it was for the rest of them, from the confused snippets of chatter he'd picked up while trailing along behind the larger groups on their own adventures. It made no difference to him, of course. It wasn't as if the distinction between night and day had ever been of importance. His was a never-ending night, a millenium of false truths. The only light he knew of was knowledge, and so he collected a veritable treasure trove of it (or so he liked to believe). The group drawing farther away, he chose to fall behind, not wanting to appear as though he was in any way in this place to make friends.

He wasn't in this place to do much of anything but escape, and survive until then, to be completely fair.

The photographer sighed quietly, the stress of the morning that so far hadn't broken his facade of serenity wearing down on his sanity. His right hand's fingertips stayed in contact with the coarse tiled wall as he walked, unwilling to cut his safety line from the rock holding him steady. His refusal to train with a guide dog took its toll on his daily life, naturally, but it would be even more difficult here. His disability was sure to make him an easy target in the eyes of his peers, but a dog could generate enough discomfort for them to leave him alone. Funny, it really was, how people were more leery to take a dog's life than a man's.

As he contemplated this, his attention was drawn to a quiet humming from his left. Apparently, he was not alone in his singular wandering of the unfamiliar halls. Or had the girl, as he assumed from the pitch of the melody, simply gotten separated? Turning towards the sound, Teruo resolved to find her nonetheless. No point in dying in the first ten minutes. That'd be an even more horribly written crime novel.

"I know you're there, miss. You are a miss, I presume. Do correct me if I've made a mistake there; believe me, it was not intentional in the least. Have you any idea where the others have gone? It's possible they've discovered something new in our absence."

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A Blind Man Falls Down The Stairs, But You've Saved Him From Curtain Death | Open RP | Predespair

[shsl-roboticist]

Aichi shivered in the cool fall air, zipping his baggy coat up all the way as he stumbled down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. Yet another drawback to being a short shit, as if there weren’t enough, was being susceptible to cold weather. His mom always whined about wearing a hat, saying it would keep him from catching sick, but hats made his hair stick up even more than natural and he was sure the static would be hell if it traveled from him to the inner machinery of the robots he crafted by hand.

Speaking of which, he remembered, it was about time to upgrade Nek0’s RAM chip. He pulled out his notebook and flipped to his checklist, frowning. He slipped a pen out of his back pocket and scribbled down the information as he walked, failing to see the large mass hurtling towards him from above.

"Fuckin—!" Aichi’s back hit the ground hard as the falling person’s arm pushed him down. The pen clattered on the sidewalk and rolled under a parked car. From where he lay on the ground Aichi coughed and spluttered, red with exertion. He spotted the pen a couple meters away and cussed loudly into the cold air.

He heard an obnoxious voice somewhere above him and rolled over a bit to look up. Great, fucking great, a hipster with some ridiculous eyewear was lecturing his ass about watching where he was going.

"Holy fucking shit, you were the one who fell on me, dickhead. You could have killed me…” The last sentence hit Aichi as his brain caught up with his mouth. “Blind? Are you seriously blind? Or is this like, uh, what’s it called, a social experiment? ‘Cause if you’re really blind you should have like, a dog or something shouldn’t you?” He sat up, brushing himself off, and picked up his thankfully still-intact notebook. He waved it to punctuate his next words. “And if you’re not blind you’re a pretentious asshole of the highest caliber for wearing that mask thing.”

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

Teruo grasped the air in front of him, attempting to in any way get his bearings once more. Yes...the ground, left, right...ah, the stair's railings. He was facing the street, and with it, the 'hapless bystander' he'd clearly just ruined the day of. Spreading his hands in front of him in a placating gesture, the photographer pushed his hood back from his face and frowned only the slightest bit.

"Perhaps you have a point, there. I've been told time and time again to be trained in the ways of companionship, specifically that of dogs, but I'm not quite sure how to feel about that. I'd rather not allow myself to be dictated by what others believe is the absolute only option, if you can understand. Although it would be far more pleasant to refrain from falling, I prefer to allow my own knowledge to light the dark path ahead of me."

Taking a small step forward, the boy touched his hand lightly on the stranger's shoulder, ostensibly in a motion to ensure he was speaking in the right direction. He frowned almost imperceptibly at the other's words before continuing. "Now, now. It's rather early in our conversation to accuse each other of being an asshole, is it not? However, pretentious is a word you can keep. I've worked hard to get to a point in my life where I can be pretentious, so I'm not as ashamed of it as you might think. Your name, then? Allow me to allocate some small part of my day to making this inconvenience up to you."

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

hoooooooooooookay i just want to say something really quickly.

this is something that a lot of people don't know (which is bad). i myself did not know this until i did five minutes worth of research into the word when i made a character with this title.

but gypsy is a really, really bad word.

it's very offensive to those of the romani culture, and it's honestly pretty horrifying, now that i know this, that the word is so casually ingrained into our vocabulary. there is no such thing as a shsl gypsy, because 'gypsy' is a culture. there is no way to excel at being a culture.

please don't take this as an attack on your character. i am just trying to educate you in something very important! these things are actually quite offensive to some people, so i recommend changing your character around just a little to provide more depth of character and keep from becoming an offensive stereotype.

for instance, my character, analetta, was a shsl gypsy for all of nine minutes before i realized how not good that was and made her into first a nomad, then a street performer who adopted the traditions of a culture she wasn't necessarily born into after being thrust from her home and becoming a traveler. i didn't even have to change much about her personality, which just goes to show what a horrible 'gypsy' she would have been. i hope some of you took the time to read this post and gain this information! it's very important, and i'd appreciate it  being passed around. thank you!

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

A Blind Man Falls Down The Stairs, But You've Saved Him From Curtain Death | Open RP | Predespair

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She dodged away from his seeking hands, obviously disgusted. With a get up like that, who knew what nasty things his hands had done; she definitely did not want him touching her.

At his comment, she arched an eyebrow and a joyous smirk spread across her face. Still weaving between his outstretched, shaking hands, she offered her rebuttal; “Perhaps you ought to have begged, then. What debt do I owe you, blind one?”

She laughed, and it was a genuine thing, full of air and light as she giggled, covering her mouth behind a hand almost playfully.

"You are rude and pretentious and you look very silly," she told him, her eyes wide and her lips pouting. At her cruelest, ironically, she was also at her most innocent, as far as appearance. "I do not like you, and I owe you no favours for having fallen on me and insulted me. Perhaps you would have been more fortunate should you have been nice. Or, if you had simply stayed inside, hm?"

Normally, she would have marched smartly away just at that moment. Instead, knowing that her opponent was blind, she felt fine to stand and gloat.

[notseeingdoublevision-blog]

If Teruo's lip could curl anymore, he'd need a surgery to fix what would then be a a cleft. As it was, his coolly angry sneer only intensified as he regained his composure. Not amused by what he was now assuming to be a small child - and a horribly uncultured one at that, where were her parents, for the sake of all the gods and his sanity - the seer stood a bit straighter, pushed his hood back, and allowed his right hand to shoot out with frightening accuracy to snag a hold of his deceptively childish companion's arm.

His voice not wavering from what it had been before his brief interlude of panic, he tried to train his gaze on where he thought she was based off of her vocal omissions and responded.

"Perhaps. Or perhaps aid would not be in order if idiotic peasant children would mind their manners and remember what was told to them from a young age: be seen, not heard." Smiling genially, he leaned down to her level. "And if the former is not possible, the latter should not be, either. You should be, for all intents and purposes, invisible. It is true that you owe me no favors, but enlightenment does not strike those who have negated their positive energy. I would, with utmost severity, urge you to perform some sort of 'good deed' to cancel the horrifying display of societal graces - or lack thereof - I have only just witnessed."

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