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Unruly Neighbors || Seo & Merida

For once, Seo had the whole weekend off. No work that needed her to deal with idiotic people, no classes to attend, just plain relaxing the whole weekend. And what better way to relax than to have a whole mountain of food around you while having a movie marathon?

For her own mini party, she bought herself a large pizza with pieces of chicken, ground beef, and peperoni on it, a two litre bottle of 7 Up, and a bag of sour keys. Tonight, she was going to feast like a king.

She went on her laptop and picked some random movie from the action and adventure category on Netflix, and then connected it to her television using her HDMI cable. Even though she did have a gaming device, she was too lazy to log on there.

The volume was turned up to the max, and Seo actually enjoyed herself. She was in sweat pants, a very comfortable orange tank top, and hair that was so tangled that it could’ve been a bird’s nest. But of course, she had nothing on her feet. Not socks, not slippers.

Just when the movie was going to get good, and the awesome guy with a huge sword was going to chop someone’s head off, someone banged on her door. With a cup full of pop in her hand, she paused the movie and went to the door.

When the brunette opened the door, she saw some girl with very curly red hair standing there. “Why are you here?” she asked. But then, she figured out the answer herself. “I know! You want to join my movie marathon, don’t you?”

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“I’m ‘ere for what?” The moment she sees the stranger opening the door, Merida can’t help but raising her brows at the assumption that, of course, she was wanting to get in on the action of whatever movie her upstairs neighbor is watching. Flabbergasted for mere moments, she rests her hands onto her hips and nods her head, glancing away from the stranger and thinking to herself, ‘She can’t be serious.’

However, it wasn’t everyday that someone would give her the time in inviting her to something (that was free). So, the heiress stares at the floor, giving herself moments to think to herself. It hadn’t lasted long, maybe only for seconds, as she snaps her head back up with a grin.

“ ‘Course, I am! Heard it all the ta way down stairs. Had to join in..!” Merida excuses herself, making a bluff of her earlier reason. Though, she looks down at her own outfit and realizes she is quite informal for the get-up: log gray yoga pants and a baseball t-shirt with the logo for the Tartan Army (National Scottish football team). This was definitely her type of event, who the hell needs to dress up nicely when you can dress up comfortably?

“So, what are ya’ watchin’ ?” Merida asks while pushing back the long curyl strands from her face and releasing a small huff.

#smashingfaceshaha #{:;The Oblivious Siren: Seo Y.;:}#{Thread: Unruly Neighbors}#[I wish getting into movie marathons was this easy xD]

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Traffic Scram || Misaki & Merida

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Misaki looked at the female in confusion. She had a very strong foreign accent… it seemed familiar but Misaki couldn’t put a finger to it. Still, this girl almost got run over and she’s just brushing it off!? Is she crazy?!

“You need to wait for the lights! A car just rushed by you a moment ago! What would happen if you wound up in hospital!? Your friends and family will worry about you!”

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Merida can be classified as crazy if asked nicely. Recklessness has always made the redhead a mental case in places of order, especially when not given an opportunity of choice, which infuriates her to the bone. As the man scolds her, she slides her hands into her pocket, already hearing the ticks of the clock in the back of her head.

“And I’m in a rush. I got no time fer waitin’ --” She pauses in her moment of cynical banter at the mentioning of friends and family. She knows Komaeda would be more than alarmed that his friend got hit by a car, possibly connecting it to his good and bad luck. Her father and brothers would care too..And her mother..?

“And I won’t end up in there, I know what I’m doin.’ ” She confirms while giving a final glare at the stranger. Merida turns her back..

That is until she looks back at him, with a heated question, “What is it ta ya’ fi I get hit or not?”

#youngromantica #{:; The In-Debt Chef: Misaki T.;:}#{Thread: Traffic Scram}#[hello hello~ how are you~?]

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Tangled // Merida

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Komaeda’s luck worked in strange ways, the extent of his good luck was usually balanced out with an equivalent bout of bad luck either at the time or a bit farther down the road. It didn’t matter when, just that it always balanced itself out in the end. It was how his world worked, how its worked even since he was a child who traded scrapped knees for victory in whatever childish game he had been involved in. It was the only rule that seemed set in stone in the ambiguous existence he was allowed to keep. It was because of this existence that he was given the opportunity to meet a peculiar red head who lived off in another country. She was a rough girl, only kind of like one girl he knew at Hope’s Peak by the name of Akane, that he met online through a blog they both frequented. Their friendship was a tentative one built off of late night chatting and occasional calls and video chats where one or both would fall asleep at the keyboard. It was fragile, a long distance friendship perfectly built where his bad luck couldn’t touch her even counting the people he’s met and lived along side of, this was probably the closest friendship he’d developed.

They bleeped out of contact during Komaeda’s move to Brieve however and with her declaring she was moving as well, neither had the time to be on but for a few minutes to leave a message or two, maybe a picture, but that was all. He’d plan to change that upon settling in, however it wasn’t necessary as he ended up with another stroke of good luck when he bumped into her on the streets. Merida recognized him right off the bat, he however regretfully found his muddled mind pulling at straws until her name resurfaced from the murky abyss of his thoughts. Pleasantries were exchanged and they parted ways with brighter days a head of them. Though maybe Komaeda shouldn’t have taken a cheery return home, because his good luck would always be repaid with bad luck in the end to balance out his universe. This occasion was no different, though the effects didn’t appear until the very next day when Komaeda awoke to find he coudn’t brush through his hair even after several tries and the brush getting caught in his tangles.

Komaeda wasted no time in taking his phone into his hands to contact the one person who had to know more about messy tangled hair than he did, Merida.

to: merida from: komaeda

I think my hair ate my brush

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Groggily, the redhead rises from the couch as her phone vibrates and hops on the coffee table. She had been enjoying a long nap as she has agreed to take the afternoon to late night shift for the ranch, seeing as the mornings are never her greatest moments for work. Her hand lazily waves in the air, stretching out her hand. “Come ‘ere...” She mutters to herself, swatting her hand again as she’s mere centimeters away from the phone.

She scoots her laying body towards the edge. She waves her hand around. “Got’cha!” The Scottish woman smiles tiredly as her hands coil around the phone. “Shit--!” She shouts to herself as her body tilts over the cushions.. Merida ungracefully falls onto the carpet floor, face-first.

“Ow, ow, ow...” Merida whines while she unlocks her screen, unsure of what news is there for her. After all, any recent contact haven’t been from her parents (seeing as she changed numbers to avoid messages and cries to go back home) and a majority fell on her co-workers or strangers in advertising companies sending spam messages.

And, it seems that fate brings again her hopeless friend that has ever more crap following after him than her. Komaeda. It’s still hilarious, thinking back to when they first saw each other on the island, in flesh and bone, and how puzzled the silver-haired teenager was. It was until then, when she referred to him as “Maid Maeda,” did he snap to his senses and realize who he was talking to. --There hasn’t been much contact after their meeting and she often worries that their long-distance relationship would dwindle. Already, when she moved, he wasn’t there online at the same hours and their interaction wasn’t with its same humor.

‘I swear he’s gonna he spamming me with memes or some long bullshit inspirational quotes that he wants up on his wall..’ She can’t help but shake her head, mustering a bit a laughter where worry lingers.

To: Maeda

From: Merida

at least you didnt feed it after midnight. wait, did you get really bad bedhead? how bad is it? pics plz.

#hopeinourdespair #{:;The Moonlit Fool: Nagito K.;:}#{Thread: Tangled}

text: um... what is that...

To: Not-Irish Noriaki

From: Merida

i hoped you knew it

idek anymore??

saw it on the street and thought it was a high-rise criminal or smth

i was like ‘maybe noriaki knows’ but now im wrong and have this photo with me still

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#tenmxi #{:; The Isolated Guardian: Noriaki K.;:}#;;Answers to Vows #;;This Is The Princess' Answer #rtrp tmi

text:do you wanna play twenty questions :)

To: Maeda

From: Merida

i think i know enough about you, mae, lol. i’ll play along. what’s the first q?

#hopeinourdespair #{:;The Moonlit Fool: Nagito K.;:}#;;This Is The Princess' Answer #;;Answers to Vows #rtrp tmi

text:i need to pee lol brb

To: Time-Turner Beta

From: Merida

don’t pee in the toilet. from the reviews, i heard it’s a mediocre toilet. they rated it 7.8/10 for too much water, don’t add anymore.

#;;This Is The Princess' Answer #;;Answers to Vows #{:; The Time Turner: Beta;:}#rtrp tmi

Sophie x Azusa

Send me a ship, and I’ll reply with: (Soar’s commentary includes, “Ah yes, the mother of crackships.”

Who would throw the other in the pool:

Neither! Sophie and Azusa aren’t the type to roughhouse with another. Though, Sophie can be quite childish if someone irritates to that point. Azusa, however, is incapable in Sophie’s eyes of diminishing her to that quality. Sophie would push Azusa in only if her S.O. requests it.

Who is the better carer when the other is sick:

Sophie is a natural mother who has been through caring for her ill sisters and others under their roof (and her friends). Azusa has some experience but nothing beats a natural caretaker who’ll possibly would be filling the fridge with containers of chicken noodle soup and other home remedies.

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them:

Azusa would accidentally sign the couple up to do it. No one ever asked to do the things like skiing and sky-diving, especially with Sophie’s dislike of enclosed spaces. Later on, after a marathon of extreme sports, Sophie would decree that never ever should Azusa sign things without having her (Sophie) reading them first.

Who would cook the better romantic dinner:

Sophie would do all that she can to perfect a dinner for a date she has orchestrated for her S.O. She already knows how to cook but she’ll try harder at it to make the idol, one who knows the glamour of life, feel special about what’s served before her for dinner.

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room:

Azusa! She would encourage Sophie to join her and they’ll spend their time cuddling while Sophie grows awkward and frigid over it. Though, time with the idol would eventually make her melt and maybe end up falling fast asleep while holding Azusa.

Who would have the best holiday ideas:

I believe Azusa is the best fit for this. From what I recall, Azusa is more festive out of the two as Sophie is geared towards working. She would need to remind the silver-haired woman of upcoming holidays that weren’t necessarily needing a high-rise party for the end of the year like News Years or Christmas. Hell, Azusa would need to remind Sophie of spending holidays at homes somtimes (the British woman has changed drastically ever since the age off thirteen).

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own:

Neither! Sophie and Azusa are great in keeping with organization. If anything, Sophie would grow nosy and go through her S.O.’s items and rearranging them by size or alphabetically.

#;;This Is The Princess' Answer #;;Answers to Vows #;;Grey-Faced Warrior #rtrp tmi #[thanks for the send~!]#[part of me believes that Michi sent this <w<]#twopastnine #sophiehattersmovingcastle

realistic text meme

text: WTF!

text: um... what is that...

text: ....................

text: pics or it never happened

text: haha and then what? ;)

text: i'm waking up at 6 am for this ok. good morning baby

text: sending me texts at 4:32 am saying "this is your daily good morning text" is not acceptable bc a) you were pulling an all nighter and b) you NEVER send me good morning texts

text: all men are dicks

text: oh my god go check his profile??

text: do you wanna play twenty questions :)

text: just get the fucking groceries

text: one more sticker and i'm blocking you

text: FUCKJ FUCK MY GLASSES FELL INTO THE TOILET

text: i love you and ur really cute

text: wait

text: it wasnt a big deal haha

text: who is this

text: what do you mean who is this

text: didn't fucking ask for your opinion thanks

text: AAHAHAHAHA *insert mockery of your choice of typo here*

text: there is nothing i want to do more right now than make out with you

text: thats what hands are for xoxo

text: seriously??? is my dick too bomb??? is that it?

text: ur dick cant be bigger than ur thumb haha bye

text: i don't understand ur obsession with boobs like

text: i like to squish them

text: i need to pee lol brb

text: uhh okay

text: omg my fams home ok bye ily gtg

text: OHY MG FUCKIGNG GOD SHE DID N O T JUST FUCKING DIE I HAT ETHIS FUCKING SHOW

text: You're a bitch.

#rtrp tmi #2/2

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ship meme #1 █║│♛

Send me a ship, and I’ll reply with:

Who would throw the other in the pool:

Who is the better carer when the other is sick:

Who would force the other to do extreme sports with them:

Who would cook the better romantic dinner:

Who would build the blanket fort in the living room:

Who would have the best holiday ideas:

Who would need to clean out the other’s stuff to make room for their own:

#rtrp tmi #1/2

artspiria

“Be free to write our own story. Follow our hearts and find love in our time.”

–Merida • {Brave | 2012}

#1/5 #;;Tapestries from the Castle #{Fate Changer: Merida}

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Stallions Horse || Diego & Merida

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“Is there a problem here?”

Diego could only stare over at the girl who’d made her presence known in the form of loud laughter, encouraging the jockey to speak up from his place at the small wooden bench on the opposite side of the stable’s hallway. Apparently he’d gone unnoticed so far, and any other time he’d probably leave the stranger to go about their business, but with his beloved Bullet now the center of the redhead’s small laughing fit, he couldn’t help but chime in.

“You do realize this entire block is reserved for regular entries at the track nearby, yes?” Glancing from the girl to the mount she rode in on, he clicked his tongue quietly, arms unfolding as he stood. Shires, as nice as they were, were pretty useless when it came to racing. Unless the girl was delusional about her chances on the track, there was no doubt she’d probably taken the wrong turn somewhere, if she was even meant to be here in the first place.

“If you’re looking for a free stall, I can lead the way if you’d like. Once you’ve stopped giving my horse a complex over his name, that is.”

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"Did ye’ respond to me?” Merida glances over to Silver Bullet as the horse looks around, uninterested in whatever she was speaking about in the first place. The redhead drew her lips into her mouth, uneasily taking a step back. She clicked her tongue as Angus followed and moved back, already sensing something was off with his owner.

Merida’s capability of honing her concentration elsewhere is unheard of. Sadly, for the speaking jockey, she is off. The redhead rubs the back of her neck, eyeing around to see if anyone else is here the more than disappointed tone for the horse. “Horses, I swe--”

And then he was spotted.

“Oh, that’s ye.” She blinked at the hunching blond figure. As he rose, the uniform didn’t go unnoticed and she groans. ‘Oh no, it’s a rider. And this is his horse.’

“Mmm, I’m aware of that. I work, just passin’.” Merida tilts her head as Angus takes a step forward and brushes his nuzzle against her fingertips. “It’s interestin’ to see how many generations horses go through to be ready fer racin’..”

“And how questionable the names are,” she shrugs and gestures her free hand into the air, at the stranger. “Care ta’ share why you name yer horse ‘Silver Bullet’ ?”

#jxrassics #{:;The Prehistoric Jockey: Diego B.;:}#{Thread: Stallions Horse}

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Traffic Scram || Misaki & Merida

“Are you crazy!? Don’t just walk out onto the road! That’s what the traffic lights are for! Didn’t they teach you that at school!?”

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“I’m crossin’ the road, don’t get yer knickers twisted, lad.” Merida pauses while trying to make her commute to a fast food joint. Lunch break is only an hour and already, someone is wasting her time. “I’ll do what I need ta’, yer not my mum or da.”

“Ye don’t needa wait for lights to cross. Ye can determine when it’s safe if you look.”

#youngromantica #{Thread: Traffic Scram}#{:; The In-Debt Chef: Misaki T.;:}#[hello hello~]

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Lumiere || Howl & Merida

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“Well, I would know that Scottish laugh anywhere.” Waltzing over the ginger woman, Howl wore a smile on his face. “I assume your French is better than just that awfully accented laugh? Non?” Placing a hand on his hip, he stood a little straighter.

“I’m a little surprised to see you here Merida. How are you?”

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“And I know that Welsh waltz anywhere,” Merida waves over the street magician with a large smile. It’s quite eccentric not seeing him surrounded by women or dancing with loaves of french bread. “Wonderful to see ye’, lad. I’m fine.”

The heiress blinks and stares up at him. “Every Scots is able to speak French when they’re born, didn’t ye’ know?”

She leans in as it’s deathly quiet.

“Wee!”

She bursts into laughter and rests her hands on her hips. “Ahh, you might be confused as ta why Angus isn’t here, maybe that’s weird for ya?”

#hovvlings #{:; The Cowardly Wizard: Howl P.;:}#{Thread: Lumiere}#[suck it up levi the U.K. is invading France]

Lumiere || Howl & Merida

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"Ohon.”

#hovvlings #{:; The Cowardly Wizard: Howl P.;:}#{Thread: Lumiere}

“Curfew? Please. All the fun in the castle happens at night.” (mwahahaha)

“Really, Beta?” As Kouha and Merida were passing by the Hufflepuff common room, said blonde appears and excitedly mentions of exploring the castle. Both blue eyes and red eyes exchange a glance before resting on the student who happens to be of better conduct than her other blond friend, Alpha, and both were on par with their horrible singing. Some say it even made the frogs in the Frog Choir croak to death.

“Alright, come with us but don’t try anythin’, alright?” Merida laughs softly and pats the taller girl’s shoulder. “I heard ‘bout what happened in Charms and the fire, I don’t think we need that trouble.”

“Mind ya’, I don’t think we’d mind if we do get out of the castle..”

#infiniteszero #rtrp tmi #;;This Is The Princess' Answer #;;Answers to Vows #{:;The Time Keeper: Beta ;:}

“Curfew? Please. All the fun in the castle happens at night.”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout!” Merida laughs, tilting the Chinese boy’s hat as she walks around in the moonlit courtyard. She sinks her hands into the cozy pockets of her Syltherin robe as the smaller decides to lead on. “Hmm?” She raises a brow and charges after him, keeping up with pace as she wouldn’t back down.

“Keep on, don’t get hasty or else we’d both get in trouble…” She puffs up her cheeks and playfully punches his arm. She slides up her hood and cackles, “And just sure your brothers don’t catch word of it. Caretaker would be furious to find Rens ova’ in these parts.”

#rtrp tmi #;;This Is The Princess' Answer #;;Answers to Vows #{:; The Little Red: Kouha R.;:}#littleredtyrant

“Oh, the bruise? No, it was just… a Quidditch accident.”

“Like hell that’s a Quidditch bruise!” The Beater of the Slytherin team furrows her brows and grabs his wrist. She twists and examines it while eyeing up at his arm while hissing out a sigh. The call of war rests on her eyes as she rolls down his sleeve and ruffles his silver-pin locks while staring intently on him.

He had interrupted her in her archery practice. She had rested her bow against her leg when she seized him, with a spark of rage ending on it. No one blemishes those she dubs her own. Unfortunately, she is more likely to cause troubles for others like physicl brutality and then suffer the consequences horribly. As you see, she is the polar to her friend is questionable luck.

“You don’t even play it!” She squeezes his wrist tightly and shakes her head. “This is–”

He yelps.

Merida glances down and jolts her touch away. “This is from a hex.” She knew all too well of the charms and curses banned on school grounds due to the growing violence against muggle-born. Not only that, it isn’t to say Merida has no enemies on campus that would want to hurt her friends, especially Komaeda in general.

No one touches him and expects to live.

She grabs a bow from her quiver and bites down on it. She turns her body towards the school.

Merida readies her bow and attaches the bow.

Unlike the bows for the archery team, Merida had equipped her own with charms unique to howlers. She shouldn’t take all the credit though, Miss. Hatter, the caretaker to the grounds, had been messing around with laws of magic and created a new system of tracking..

Though, the Ministry shouldn’t be informed of that.

“I’ll get them! Don’t worry yer pretty head.”

Komaeda, stop her before her arrows stab someone in the eye.

#{:;The Moonlit Fool: Nagito K.;:}#rtrp tmi #;;This Is The Princess' Answer #;;Answers to Vows #hopeinourdespair #[please stop her or she will start a war versus the house that did hurt him]

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