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no offense but I suck at responding to most messages so please don’t think it’s you. It’s def me.

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;3c nya

             banyanya?

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[ ♔ ] meet the puppeteer

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name: milo. height: 5´7. eye colour: green favourite colour(s): green. blue. turquoise.  best school subject(s): history, pe, art, science. current shirt colour: white. day or night: idk tbh. i like early mornings. just before sunrise. ( waking up then, not staying up until then. ) religion: this one time i became a jedi. it’s a real thing, did u know that? gender: female. sexual orientation: i guess pansexual, if i had to pick a label? single or taken: single. celebrity crush: dylan o´brien. more appreciate less crush. coffee or tea:  early grey tea. favorite food: probably bratwursts or plum tomatoes.

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( art credit ! )

wow!! 650 followers!! that’s p rad. it’s been almost 3 months since i made this blog & i’ve had so much fun, even though i took a break & restarted the whole damn thing. i’ve made some really good friends here & grown so attached to a muse i never thought i would, & i’ve received so much support from you guys. if it weren’t for you, i probably would’ve given up on writing genos weeks ago, but here i am, having gained so much confidence & muse. & i have you guys to thank. so, onto the list!

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ik i’ve missed a lot of people but you’re all v important to me & im v v sorry!!

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ＰＩＮＣＨＨＩＴ.

The boy in front of him looked about his age; Haruichi wasn’t sure where he came from, but it definitely was equal parts his fault. He had his nose stuck in his phone, after all. Not that he was going to admit it at all.

“It’s–” He winced as he got up, dusting off his pants. “–okay. Just…watch where you’re going next time?” Especially if you’re running that fast.

he’s quick to avert his gaze, avoiding the fact that he could have injured the other. probably injured himself, too, if he hadn’t managed to reign in the brakes the moment he’d impacted. admittedly he’d saved himself by colliding with them. 

              ❝kahaha–. are you–. you’re not hurt?❞

not that there was anything he could do if they were. it’s not like he could buy them some food as compensation for the fact he took them out. just offer them a shifty glance here and there as he bid his time out of the situation. 

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"Just leave me alone..."

ＭＥＭＥ | satoushu​

in his defence he’d been a little excited at the prospect of being around the other at an opportune moment to train. especially when it didn’t involve them head to head in a game where attention was restricted to scoring. or rather, in his case, having fun.

         more so, hitting strong pitches again and again. more and more.

                        ❝huh--?❞

maybe he’d been a little bit too eager in his advances, having not let up on the subject of wanting the male to give him his best pitches. it wasn’t like he’d spoken to them directly before, either. outside of the diamond there was no connection, no reason to exchange words; of neither challenge nor encouragement.

            he’s just a strong pitcher. it’s fun.

    i want to hit his pitches.

despite idiocy, he knows when something is a lost cause. and despite the faint disappointment that lingers he doesn’t hold on to it, doesn’t press matters any more than a dumbfound look before he blinks; it wouldn’t be long before he shifts his attention onto the other first year pitcher from their team.

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Throws pokeball at u BT*

                    can i.. bat it? 

bat it real good.

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careful son, u r starting to show ur stupid

          ❝shut up, you shitty pops. it’s in the genes.❞

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ＴＡＳＡＩＮＡ.

    “Oh hey. You play on Shunpei’s team, right ??” he’s seen their jersey enough times to have it committed to memory at this point.

              ❝sanada-senpai?❞

if it wasn't for the curiosity towards the given name, he’d of found this interaction strained. yet even with a face that’s unfamiliar, he’s lowering his bat to peer across at the other with a questioning blink. 

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If you are awake right now, what time is it there and what are you thinking about?

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"Was it worth it?"

ＭＥＭＥ | yukieshi

it’s not something he’s ever been asked before. at least, not like this. when it came to others near or around his age he’d kept to himself and not made any special effort to have such a question raised to him. it wasn’t like they knew just how much he’d put into baseball. 

   that didn’t mean it was any easier to answer now. 

especially not when he found it difficult to express his passion for this sport into words when another was around; unless he was in the diamond itself and high on the game. but it was worth it. it was worth every ache of his muscle. every night sleepless as the bat was swung. every splinter and callous on his palm. every ounce of his imagination keeping away the hunger and feeding it with a desire to hit pitches. 

         it was worth this. 

it was worth being side-by-side with his father. it was worth being at this point he is now. it was worth finally being able to meet some amazing players that he finds himself encouraged to face again. 

                                   ❝y-yeah.❞

                it’s worth it. 

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                   PSA || RPING WITH MY CHARACTER

just because your character wouldn’t fit in with my character’s canon verse, doesn’t mean we can’t rp. au/crossover things are my life, you guys; i will be more than happy to either fit my character to yours’ canon verse or to make up an entirely different verse for both of them to interact in. it’s a great outlet for creativity and it’s just a lot of fun to throw two characters into a world they’ve never canonically been in. 

basically, when i say i’m a multiverse blog, i mean it. just come talk to me, you wonderful people, and let’s make our loser muses live in a medieval world or be spies or live in space or something. 

              how about it?

                               create a new universe with me.

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“ was it worth it? ”

ＭＥＭＥ | shootballin

he’s like a deer frozen before headlights as he stares at his elder, jaw shifting in an attempt to form words; any excuse that’d slip from his tongue to explain being caught out. but the only sound that leaves his lips is a mumble of something incoherent within nervous laughter. 

                ka– hahaha. 

it wasn’t like he was completely busted, right? it’s not like his old man knew. and sanada.. 

                          ❝sanada-senpai!❞

if his surprise at the other’s appearance wasn’t evident enough from his tone, the shifty dart of his eyes to watch anything but his senior should be key. he was in too much of a stupor to actually realise he hadn’t even answered the question.  

           did it even need an answer?

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“ do you understand the damage you’ve done here!? ” l mao,,,, ,, ,,,

ＭＥＭＥ | chenjiappu

he remembers the first time he swung his bat with vigour and felt the force of the ball shoot through his fingers and palms before it connected against the body of another player in the field. more so, the pitcher who’d thrown it.

even with his head in the game, he’d still taken a moment to let panic creep under his skin in worry of damage. he’d done that.

but being the pitcher is different from the batter. being the pitcher, who gets too frantic and misses the target for the batters body, is different. there’s not the rush that comes when it’s from the other side. this time it’s rooted.

       control.

               ❝kahaha–!!❞

he can feel it tugging under his eyes, the strain of hitting a player and letting them walk; giving away points. the strain of hitting a player and causing an injury. it’s not as fun. but the damage. the damage..

       it means there’s one less player for their team to compete with.

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by : bocci_ko

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handwriting. bruhhhhh.

HANDWRITING | NOT ACCEPTING.

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