Wanna die?

Then go die. No one will care when you're gone. ... Because you don't care now. Indie Shingatari Miku blog. Trigger warnings are suicide and suicidal thoughts, as well as cutting and suicidal threats. That's mainly ic, but I cannot guarantee it won't happen ooc too. Icons are not mine. Please read all pages and please keep in mind the trigger warnings clearly stated. Whatever Miku says DOES NOT reflect the mun's (Len's) actions or thoughts. Thank you.

[shindemoiiyo]

His sense of direction must have been getting worse if Elliot found himself standing in someone else’s room. He remained unperturbed by the minimal coverage of the girl’s body, but how rude of him to barge in without consent! “Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come in here like this!” The scars were noted, in silence. Best not to ask about them.

"It's quite alright. Just... Turn around please?" The second he did; she quickly slid off the towel and pulled on her robe. "You can turn." When he did, she was sitting on her bed. "Sorry; I had been in the shower. Who are you?"

[shindemoiiyo]

Wrapped in a towel; the girl blinked. The makeup had washed off of her arms and thighs, revealing the scars she always hid from friends and family. The two men in her room would see them clearly. "... What?" The girl seemed unphased of men in her room while all that hid her figure was a thin towel.

[shindemoiiyo]

That seemed a bit overly enthusiastic to Michelle, but pointing it out seemed rather useless. “Well, when in doubt, pick the one on the left. As a general rule, I think.” Not that it mattered much, it just helped make quick decisions.

"I'll go with that advice." Plucking the furthermost left one; she placed the other bento in the fridge before packing it into her schoolbag. Removing a small bag of make up; she pulled out a compact of concealer and began covering the marks on her arms with it.

[shindemoiiyo]

                                 Noisy. He stuck a hand in his ear as he walked pass a random building. Prynn he stopped in his track, his curiosity had picked something again and this time it was the noise coming from said building. Having his attention fully fixated on whatever the noise was, he had decided to peek through the single window, finding a female in a room; with a guitar in her hand and screaming like a Chinese banshee — Note that he’s one of those shallow people who doesn’t seem to know how to differentiate the asian ethnicities. 

The girl noticed him but ignored the guy. Curling up; pearly little orbs rolled down round, moonstone tinted cheeks. "Why can't I come up with a tune...? I'm so worthless... I'm worthless..." Pulling off the guitar and quickly placing it in her case; she rummaged through her bag and found her razor.

Oh no.

[shindemoiiyo]

"yo, you should get this," he tossed the bag of chips at her and picked up about two bags for himself, busted them open and started to munch from them. "are you on your way to your school or something?" he grumbled.

"Yes; but I don't think eating just a bag of chips will do me good for the entire day until dinner." A soft huff sounded; her mouth forming a little pout. The other was kind of cute. Her mind flashed to depression; causing her eyes to darken.

Yea. Right. Not like he'd like her anyway. She was flat chested. Stupid. Clumsy... Her self hate was returning.

[askjackofthefrost]

Reblog this if you like to RP with people for more reasons than simply wanting their Muse to be in love with yours. If you actually enjoy building a relationship (whatever kind it may be) between them, rather than just starting out with the pure intent of making their Muse love yours.

[shindemoiiyo]

The arm scars got her attention to start with, followed by the similar appearance. “Um, is there something you need help with, miss?”

"Yes!" Here comes a fake smile; though she felt the other was as cynical as herself. And they looked alike, whoo-hoo for that. "Choosing lunch for today. Mama made three, I only need one."

[shindemoiiyo]

σηє ∂єαтн

Miku's home is the style of Imperial and Ancient Japan combined. So instead of cigarettes like a normal father; her father smokes a kiseru with one hundred percent pure tobacco stuffed into it. Her mother wears traditional ancient kimono and paints her face like an authentic geisha; as well as wearing large heeled geta around the house (the only acceptable time to wear shoes in Miku's home is if they are geta or house slippers). Miku herself is the only one who dresses modernly on the street or at home. Though; she will partake in smoking her father's kiseru here and there.

[shindemoiiyo]

Here she goes again; re-writing the song for her friends for the fifteenth time. Strumming her guitar slowly; she was attempting to find a good beat. "Shinigatari...? Shinde mo ii yo..."

[shindemoiiyo]

"Do I get that or that..." Someone was busy picking out her lunch for school. Care to assist? She hadn't put the make up on her arms yet; so her scars were visible.