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★ ——— ; 勇馬
❝ i 'm sorry, is this the book you wanted ? ❞ faintest of smiles breaches otherwise SERIOUS countenance ( light of DAY reflecting faceted fragments of MISCHIEVOUS personality ) as he notices the overlapping of their extremities, contact remains albeit AWKWARDLY as his own filament quivers with RADIANT energy flowing through his veins.
why can’t you just admit it that i’m better than you you better just admit it ‘cause you know that it’s true i’m gonna bring your ( WORLD ) crashing down around you i’m gonna fuck you up without further ado because -- i go about things the W-R-O-N-G way baby
indie human!vy2 yuma. selective. singleship. mutual-exclusive.
i. ii. iii.
roroing
” こんばんは ! Yuma-san… what are you doing at the cafe ?it’s like midnight, the café is going to close soon !”
★ ——— ; 勇馬
❝ w aitin' for someone & getting tired while 'm at it. ❞
the validity of his response would be foretold in the way his voice drawls out every syllable, the way his hands would fiddle relentlessly upon the surface of the polished wood & how he would gaze upon her form with a wisp of halfhearted intention.
❝ i mean, i guess... i guess i could stay here with you until it's closed. you'll be here alone, right ? i, uh... i guess i can tell 'em it's too late. ❞
messaging roroing . . .
roroing
What the heck was he supposed to do?
He had no idea where he was, didn’t really know the city himself, and definitely didn’t know this part of the city. Eventually, he had huddled himself under the awning of a closed bakery, peering out into the rainy street. Rain was one of the few things he didn’t like about living here - it was cold. But, that was pretty much okay - he didn’t go outside often anyway.
But he had to find a way home somehow. Somehow. But for now - he played a few games on his phone, keeping his head pointed down.
★ ——— ; 勇馬
typically one ( such as yuma ) would spend their rainy afternoon in the confinements of their home, huddled under blankets, spidery extremities caressing the paper of a novel they meant to finish the other day but decided to get around to doing it today. unfortunately ( or fortunately, depending on what type of person you would refer to yourself as ) that wasn't one of those days for yuma, who thought little of doing anything to escape the dreariness of an oppressive afternoon. he, like most of the population ( likely waiting for a ride of some sort to escort them home ), remained huddled beneath the expanse of a rather small awning. his attention is everywhere but the device in his own hand, digits tapping around the screen but not really touching any of the buttons. it was a depressing sight, to see a man his age so preoccupied with the voice in his head & looking upon the flashing lights of a nearby building ( enraptured but their beauty, taken by the assortment of colors ) like a fifth grader seeing the town for the first time. in a way he is five, yet in a way he was not; it wasn't contradictory in the slightest for him to be something akin to that of a child.
offhandedly he only knew of three taxi companies, but given the flow of traffic, he wasn't getting anywhere any time soon. he remained there to serve a purpose & that was to either piss someone off before the day ended or annoy someone out of their wits. with this in mind, he turns to the nearest individual & breaks the ice with a mindless comment, evident in the way such words are delivered that he hadn't given two seconds thought into it.
❝ h ey, hey, what did the cow say to the chicken when he told a pun ? oh no ! not an UDDER one ! ❞
holy hell this has been a ride. i never thought i would get this far, in all honesty..;;; i mean from the second i started to about 3 or four months in, i had no less than 20 followers. getting this far in at all just makes me unbelievably happy, like…i can’t thank you people enough, tbh. i don’t know what to say, really.. i’m undeserving ahhhh. getting anything at all makes me happy, but this? i just damn thank thank onto the important part you people my friends i love you all of you even if you’re not on here i fucking love you okay okay
close or extremely close friends most important people go first!!
ask-lenrinkagamine / unhappyrefrain-allstar ♥ameliaf-jones / ask-sir-gumo / ask-bloodykitty ♥ask-nekoflavio / a-fox-and-a-doll / thisishikari ♥ gakup0kamui ♥ hagaide / tsundelen ♥ vy2rocking / icepicking ♥
rp friends those i have only spoken to in character but i love to pieces
askonii-sanmikuo ★basslinekagamine ★ dataleek ★ mee-coo ★ eatawaythehunger ★ juvenile-android ★ kaitoshionv3 ★ littlemissluka ★ neru-akitas-domain ★ merry-gay-nerds-and-2-plants ★ mrprimadonna ★ nutmeg-slushin ★ newtauconnor ★ redheaded-idiot ★ spicy-akita ★ the-append-bass ★ therenegaderogue ★
those i look up to we may or may not have spoken before i'm not sure but i just. you're amazing and i love you
ask-derp-luka-megurine ♡ asongofsilver ♡ banana-shounen ♡ beatiings ♡ blacklxce ♡ dicaearchia ♡ dissection-obsession ♡ expectingbutler ♡ facelessxmirror ♡ flaming-missiles ♡ fragilemelody ♡ hxkanai ♡ jumeaux-espiegles ♡ kagexhime ♡ kiironokashu ♡ littleblondebananaboy ♡ manipulativesociopath ♡ melodicdetachment ♡ mi-kuo ♡ midoriouji ♡ reshibasan ♡ roroing ♡ scarving ♡ sovenxnce ♡ peacefulquiethero ♡ pumpkinmarchfullofdummies ♡ sucksred ♡ sugarcoatedisolation ♡sutego ♡ vyuuma2 ♡ yangire-rin
and finally those who got me up to 221! a few double mentions, forgive me;;
@headphone-actor-lightning-dancer ㅇ sutego ㅇ sugarcoatedisolation ㅇ negitwins ㅇ colorfulcreampuff ㅇ songbirdfromthefuture ㅇ thefracturingdummy ㅇ astralveins ㅇ ciuin-stoirm ㅇ daughterxofxthexpiper ㅇ thegreyardgang ㅇ asongofsilver ㅇ transcendenism ㅇhaitokukioku ㅇprexssen ㅇ thelovelessbeing ㅇ purple-dancing-samurai ㅇ wistfulxachromatic ㅇ painxpacker ㅇ bluehairanddaisydukes ㅇ
this won’t be super long; all I want to say is THANK YOU SO MUCH, thank you all for rp-ing/talking or even just following me, I love you all and I’m really happy that I’ve joined this community; it’s already been 6 months and it feels like yesterday I joined, thank you for making me feel welcome and interacting with me so far. I hope that we all have an amazing 2015 ! thank you to all my followers old and new!
♔
(If I forgot anyone I’ll update the list & in no particular order )
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sawakool | purupurupizza | kasxne/ xcuniiculus | akiyoryuu | toraburuchan | angelicfuture // kagaking | sekushibanana | singinghomo | virtualvenus | mammaterasu | mi-kuo | midoriouji atatakami | carrotsxdiva | synthesizebeing | corpusignem | roroing | nerude | moeuhana | hachidoremi | himitsu-takara | hagaide/ tsundelen | fatesresignation | thirdfiighter | tacticixn | umiaiko | cv01miku | cvo1v3 | cv02r// crv-01 | shizukagitaa | kiiro—me | kiironokashu | yao-ng | shinkoku | bittercitrus | dxsgusting | sokushingitaa —- I love you all thank you for your amazing work/ for interacting with me/ for being my friend !! xx
( here's to you. )
★ ——— ; 勇馬 his soul was made to fust in the absence of endearment, inurn'd emotions of catastrophic levels threatening exposure as he busies himself with the task of preparing hot cocoa. wintry breath chills the air as he works surprisingly diligently for one who lacked the patience or attention to even get involved with one task & not seek for another. he is chariest with the way he arranges the marshmallows in the cheery mug, resplendence reflecting the faintest light of humor with the way the contents vaguely resembled a snowman. & yes it's been thirty minutes since he's begun his project, taking his creativity an extra step further to reduce the time he must wait for his one & only.
his emotions were to fester in the way he nonchalantly saunters into the living room, mugs in hand, pools of childish delight met with sheer disappointment as they rest upon the empty space of their driveway. there is no telling of when the other would return, yet he could not help but worry. it is strange, to feel so strongly for someone, to care for another in a way he's never known first hand. yet he stumbles through it, frayed around the edges & somehow remains victorious.
❝ n ononono-- NO, FUCK! ❞
mugs tumble from his grasp, burning hot liquid escaping the confinements of thermal mugs & onto the expanse of his outfit, starting from his neck to his foot, hitting every other body part along the way. & he does not hear the click of the door opening, too caught up in his ire for ruining an outfit he put together meticulously, strings of nonsense & profanity tucked in between each sibilated syllable.
★ ——— ; 勇馬
❝ F INS UP ! HOES D-O-W-N ❞
⊰⚔☢⊱ “Tha’ bein’ where y’ fuckin’ from, asshole?”
★ ——— ; 勇馬
❝ y eah, & your mother said hi. ❞
⊰⚔☢⊱ “Where th’ fuck am I bein’ sent to now?”
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❝ p urgatory for losers. ❞
vy2 ♥ kaito
「I-I do I do! I just… thought it’d be cool or something!! Aren’t you supposed to spend Christmas with friends? S-so I thought it’d be a good occasion to meet new people… or something like that.」
He said it quickly as if to cover his disappointment. He… kind of looked like a kicked puppy now. His friends were all going to travel or something and couldn’t spend it with him and his parents said there was a chance they’d have to go abroad on that day, so he was a little bit desperate
「I-I’m Nakamura Yuuji, uh… Nice to meet you!」
He tried to smile, but he was feeling just a little hurt, so it was difficult! Maybe if they got to know each other ohe’d agree?
★ ——— ; 勇馬
inquisitively does he cant his head slightly to decipher puzzling intent; plumes of vile toxicity threatened utterance ( flaming hot upon his tongue, he is not a good soul ) though he knew the feeling of spending holidays alone & wouldn't wish it on anybody, but such forthright advance left him reeling internally. he didn't have many friends ( & if he did they either had families of their own or did enough drugs to think christmas didn't exist ) & he wouldn't know how to make them on the spot the way this individual appeared to have. friends-- family-- who needs them ?
❝ s ounds like a cool name t' have. name's yuma, yuma vyter. no, 's not vader. guess the pleasure's all mine. uh... we could... uh... ❞
shit, how does this work ? !
❝ ... there's uh... what do you usually do with friends ? 's not like i don't have any, i just don't hang out with'em... much. that's 'side the point, & uh... i... ❞
FRIENDS. WHO NEEDS THEM ?
❝ ... would you like a coffee ? cookie ? doughnut ? muffin, or whatever it is they sell ? we could like... i dunno... start there. talk about ourselves for a bit... you're sure about wanting to be my friend... ? ❞ tone elicits aforementioned inquisition as before, cautious as he retrieves his cup & stands around, waiting for an answer-- a part of him wished the other would change his mind about wanting to get to know someone like him. he knows it's all in good nature but he also knows the boy can do better than an adrenaline junky who did surprisingly stupid shit & hurt himself doing so in the process. he hoped to god the kid wouldn't be stupid enough to agree with whatever he wanted to do. so for this occasion ( & this occasion only ) he would do whatever the other wanted-- it was a nice gesture, wasn't it ?
{ roroing; }
❝ help !! i’m being chased !! ❞ & with a final shriek, he launched himself onto the stranger, hanging off of them like a sloth. position and everything. wow, so smooth. ❝ i don’t want my hair to be a nesting place for birds !!❞
★ ——— ; 勇馬
tentative look is given as body warmth doubles in the time it takes for him to turn & identify the sounds of painstakingly loud shrieking, expression lackluster as he remains immobile despite the added weight. takes a ( calculating ) breath & gazes upon the other with ferocious intensity ( flames roaring behind phosphorescent illumination of windows which closed off the dormant soul of promised atrocity ) yet remained stoic in the splendor of heated glare.
❝ y ou're gonna wish the birds got to you if you don't let go in less than five seconds. ❞
Senpai
Send me 'Senpai' and I'll post one of the users I consider my senpai
// : Okay~ Okay~ Gonna type in a recent sempai cuz hnghh SO COOL MY EYES ARE sparkling like wooAH Was pretty shocked when this person followed me but waAAH I’m still thankful tho. whispers Yes I read their RPS and just go like SOfreakinCOOL n AMAZING WHEN Will I write like thatOMGroroing(TAGS: I’m sorry for bothering you of this tAG! QAQ Pls dont hate me just continue to be amazingpls /HIDES; )
( wonderwall. )
——唱歌。
his presence was heavy, yet not oppressive. he had taken the seat cautiously, this time against a window that held a decent view. he felt tempted to talk to the other, yet he was almost frightened— weary.
he didn’t do well around new people.
he jolted when the other spoke once more, sighing to himself. he was incredibly jumpy today, his nerves on end. it was understandable, but it didn’t change how much he liked such a fact about himself.
“y-yeah. i haven’t been to a boarding school, so i have no idea what’s expected of me. have you been here long? i’m really only used to the city ah—”
he quickly cut himself off, frowning.
“i’m sorry. i tend to… ramble when i’m nervous.”
his voice had steadily grown quieter as he spoke, until he nearly spoke at a whisper. his eyes were downcast, clear blue eyes gazing at books without truly seeing them. he stared at something only he could see, at sheer space. he was broken out of his rather sad reverie when the door to the classroom opened quite loudly, a middle aged man walking in.
“good morning, students. we have a new student today… mr. shion?”
kaito’s cheeks flushed as he stood up, making his way to the front of the class with clammy hands. he hated writing his name on the board— he’d rather remain nameless.
“hello… my name is kaito shion, i’m from the city. please treat me nicely.”
as he walked back to his desk, the teacher started speaking once more. he imagined how it would be to do the same for each of his classes, yet another heavy sigh escaping him as he realized that he still had many more to go. maybe they’d forget that he was new— maybe he’d be okay.
sitting down, he realized that he didn’t hear the page that they were supposed to start on. he nervously turned to the boy next to him, his voice quiet as to not disturb the class.
“which page are we supposed to look at?”
★ ——— ; 勇馬
& he sighs, resisting the urge to shake his head methodically to display forthright he didn't approve of the touchy-touchy, nervous wreck of a neighbor. he is talkative, though at this point he isn't sure if the cat absconded with his smoldering tongue or he simply didn't mind hearing the transfer talk. it's funny, ironically, not literally, that yuma didn't hear a word he said. he heard his voice, yes, nothing in the world could pry him from the velvety baritone, not even if his arm were being gnawed off. almost, he succumbs to the overwhelming desire to display exuberance through the gesture of a smile & drop the whole bad boy image he desperately tried to maintain, but he wouldn't give in-- a devil for punishment, that boy.
❝ m mm... cool. i'm from the city, too. nah... got here a month ago. ❞
those eyes, those eyes, those fuckin' eyes will be the death of me.
❝ i don't really pay attention to what they want. too many rules to follow. ❞
he stares intently, lithe extremities reaching over to trace the covers of blue-eyes' books. the images & patterns are fascinating & shiny ( oh so shiny, sparkling letters screaming to him in all forms of neon colors ) but his gaze is anywhere but his materials-- he is tentatively gazing up & consumed whole like the wood of a blazing pyre. he knows ( he feels ) he's falling apart at the seams, knowing he should be angry & yet he felt nothing but the flitter-flutter of his stomach as he stares ( didn't he know staring was rude ? ) into the tamed hurricane of mirroring oculars.
they, too, are so shiny. he is momentarily unsettled when the boy lurches from his desk & makes his way to the front ( huh ? why ? where's he going ? don't tell me he's sick of me alrea-- oh ), eyes never leaving him ( or his backside ).
kaito shion. he watches him haphazardly scribble his name onto the board & quickly return. there is no shame as yuma watches him take his seat once more & give a little sigh ( he thinks its cute ), but his admiring smile is quickly replaced with a look of dread-- yeah he heard him say what page number, but he forgot his book. they weren't supposed to be reading it today, that was tomorrow !
❝ a w shit, he said page twenty four... but i don't have my book with me. can i read off yours ? ❞
yeah-- yeah he's totally leaning right up against him, pretending to look over his shoulder, already inviting him to his materials without consent.
he knows no amount of sapphires & precious jewels could amount to the beauty held in his gaze,
& he's falling, falling...
