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lu made a post about rating your oc laughs from prettiest to ugliest and i got Really Inspired to describe their laughs instead so under cut how me ocs laugh :0 !

Saori’s laugh is, obviously, really soft. Like actually?? I’d say she doesn’t even make a sound when she laughs. With a genuine, genuine laugh, you wouldn’t even be able to hear her, safe for the small intakes of air. She’ll cover her mouth and lower her head, and if it weren’t for the way her eyes light up, you might actually think she’s crying. Like? Even if she were in some stomach-clutching fit of laughter and she couldn’t actually cover her mouth, you’d only be able to hear her gasp for air, not the actual laugh itself. Maybe, maybe, if she were just laughing briefly the breath she exhales might sound like a laugh BUT AGAIN IT’S... there’s no voice it’s just the way she breaths when she laughs! 

When I describe Rover’s laugh I tend to lean towards the word giggle instead of laughter, just because they’re more.. silly? Silly and quick! The word giggle matches it more than laughter, so I use that to try to.. help the person hear it easier? Like say you were tickling a little kid and they start giggling, but if they see something funny they’ll laugh at it? I’d say Rover’s normal laugh is literally identical to how he’d laugh if he were tickled. His laugh is... like a bunch of bubbles! They’re quick and small and they’re pretty much like this little flood that he can’t control at all. Which is!! nice! He’ll double over or need to hold a wall to keep himself upright when he laughs, because it’s just so young and genuine and raw that he can’t even stop it if he tried, and it makes it nice to hear because if you make him laugh then it’s like? this really sure way of knowing that you made him happy! There’s no way he can fake that laugh. And that kind of laugh tends to be contagious, ye? You start laughing with him, and not because you’re laughing at him, but because it’s just really nice to hear. 

Arachnida’s laugh is very... there is very little chance you’d hear it. Not because it’s impossible to get her to find something funny enough to laugh at, but because she finds genuine laughing, laughing like Rover’s, really embarrassing. Even a slip of a real laugh would make her cheeks burn, a full out laugh and she’d probably have to leave the room and never face the people that saw her ever again. And it’s off topic as to why she thinks like that, but BRIEFLY GOING INTO IT it’s because she makes herself up to be this perfect, flawless woman who will take nONE OF YOUR SHIT who’s composed and strong and in control, and laughing is anything but in control. If she were laugh, though, it’d actually be pretty loud! Not BOOMING or anything, but normal and kinda breathy? So it would interchange between quiet/breaths to actually hearing her voice! She’d be a lot like Saori and cover her mouth, probably go even further and turn herself around completely so there’s absolutely no chance they’ll see her face when she’s cracking up. 

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HONEY YOU'VE GOT A BIG STORM COMIN' // CLOSED

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Yona’s eyes lit up at the question about her talent.

“Hellll yeah!! What, you never saw the TV series?! They don’t got that over here? Man!”

“Anyway… YEAH! But I don’t chase any ol’ storms, kid… TORNADOES! That’s my real goal!”

“But… There ain’t too many tornadoes in Japan…and they’re ever harder ta predict… So lately I kinda gotta settle fer typhoons…”

When she trailed off it was time for the boy to introduce himself. It only just then occurred to Yona how long they’d been talking and having such a good time like they were friends…when she didn’t even know his name. Rover, huh…? Like a dog?

Before her thoughts could whiz about any more, Rover caught her attention with a dramatic display…to the accompaniment of falling candy.

“Pffft… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Yona clutched her stomach and nearly doubled over laughing. An overreaction, maybe, but something about the timing pushed it out of amusement and into hilarity. She was calming down and wiping away a couple of traces of tears when Rover began talking about his talent.

“Whaaat?! Are you serious? You mean like Legoland?!”

Yona had never actually been to Legoland, but she had seen pictures! That had to count for something.

“That’s way cool! That’s way way way way cool! You must be—!”

She suddenly cut herself off. He mentioned becoming bored easily, but he loved doing something that took a lot of time and focus… That sounded familiar… too familiar even. 

Suddenly Yona looked… a little shy. She clutched one of her arms and looked down at the ground before sheepishly looking up at Rover. Just as soon as her posture slumped she straightened up again, but now she looked much more calm than before.

“That must take a lot of patience, huh…? But you love it, right? In the end it’s all worth it…do I got that right?”

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“What, really? Your parents actually let you go out and chase tornadoes? Dude, my mom’s probably worried sick about me not checkin’ in now — I mean, for good reason, keheh — I once got my leg water-clogged and some stranger had to piggy back me home when they found me in the morning. But, dude! Dude, you should totally take me along one day, yeah? Typhoons or hurricanes or tornadoes — we can put a bag over my leg, it’ll be great!”

A ramble, quick with his words and fuelled by Yona’s excitement. What a neat chick! He’d definitely have to keep in touch with her after they get back to the school. 

But.. but then, just like that, something stopped. Her shoulder’s slumped and her eyes lowered to the ground — it was like someone had just switched off her light. Rover’s own expression seemed to mirror hers, fading slowly away and replacing with knit eyebrows and a slight frown.

“Patience? Nah, uh..”

It sounded like she were... saying it took a lot of work to do what he loved or something, right? Battle through all the challenges, but it was all worth it in the end! 

But that wasn’t really... 

“Nnn.. It’s kinda like... s’long as I’m really interested in something I can do this cool, like... I dunno how to describe it.. focus but, more focus. Hyper-focus! So I can get reeeally into it and spend a bunch of hours going at it with no problem, y‘know? Eller i det mindste noget lignende. I wouldn’t really say I’m patient, though, that’s.. maaaybe a bit too far. You should see me with school work, keheh.” 

And speaking of school work... Rover reached towards her umbrella, hand stopping a few inches away. 

“But, uh, wanna... head out?” 

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Red-Handed // CLOSED

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She was much more prepared than he would have taken her for, Eizō had to admit. She was also apparently more observant than him, if her humming was any indication, but that… wasn’t particularly shocking. The only place where he felt the need to pay close attention was on the field anyway; a paper bag would catch on to more than he would when he wasn’t playing.

He felt her gaze on him but didn’t move a muscle aside from slowly running the pad of his thumb down the zipper of the case. Eye contact was rather off-putting, Eizō had always found, and he could hear her just fine without looking at her.

Eizō couldn’t say that what she was saying was wrong either.

“I had no intention of reporting you from the start, trust me. It’s less that it’s none of my business and more like I don’t really care.”

Well, at least he was admitting to the fact that he was completely and utterly passive about the entire situation. If anything, perhaps he had been a little curious about whether his inkling about whether or not there was thievery occurring was correct, and now that he confirmed as much, he was back to his default state of… not caring. The keychains weren’t his, anyway. None of the stuff in this store was —

— Wait a minute, what was she implying — ?

“…I already have a bad enough reputation for nothing, I’d rather not give it any leverage, if only to keep the other students from picking fights with me.”

If he got paid every time some cocky kid looking to gain some street cred waltzed up to him, thinking he was some kind of renowned delinquent, Eizō Shiozawa would be a very rich high schooler. However, he didn’t get paid — never would — and having to shoo off said kids was… rather annoying.

“Why would I go to the trouble of stealing something that I can easily pay for anyway? ‘Seems like more trouble than it’s worth.”

Then again, that might just be the fact that he had the drive of a car stuck in reverse talking rather than any real opinion on the matter.

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They were maybe an interesting duo to catch a glimpse of in a school store aisle — Arachinda, already towering without the extra inches her heels added, clad in black, nails like claws, and an air to her that felt like if you did something wrong in any way in her presence, she might set you ablaze — and the stranger by her side, not as tall as her but still enough that he would look down on you, eyes sharp and fiery, piercings catching light and sparkling, and enough bulk to him you might think he beat up kids in his spare time. Their expressions were both placid, empty, uncaring. They didn’t look like they belonged in here. 

Arachinda’s eyes wandered away from their little coner breifly, to the front counter where a single store employee was stationed. While they were busying their hands with some work, she noticed their eyes always moving back to them. Watching. 

Expected, but meant they probably had little time before the employee walked over, pretending to be staking shelves. She let her eyes return to the stranger. 

“You sound like you’re implying we’d get caught — I don’t get caught.”

She paused, blinked, and gave him a slanted glance. 

“Not unless I want to, anyway.” 

Her next action was slow, enough so the boy could probably just move and she’d be left with her hand hovering awkwardly in the air. She reached out and tugged the pencil case from his hand, inching it out of his grip until all the weight fell into her palm. 

“You’re indifferent about it either way, aren’t you? So long as it’s less trouble.”

With as much cool as she had when taking her little keychains, Arachnida pulled open his sweater with her index finger, dropped the pencil case in the jacket’s inside pocket. 

“Now you just have to walk out, don’t you?”

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Red-Handed // CLOSED

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On this fine afternoon on a day that wasn’t anymore special than any other, Eizō Shiozawa found himself among the T-shirts emblazoned with the Hope’s Peak Academy logo. This… honestly wasn’t what he was looking for, but he was in no rush, so there wasn’t any harm in taking a look at the shop’s inventory, right?

If he hadn’t peered down the aisle in mild curiosity, he wouldn’t have noticed the only other person in here beside himself — he hadn’t even heard anyone else — and his expression remained, predictably, unchanged as he apparently became the sole witness to a thief’s activities.

Well, he assumed they were a thief. There was no other reason for someone to be acting so suspiciously in a store unless they were stealing or otherwise up to no good.

Running a single fingertip over the raised letters on a nonspecific rubber bracelet as he shuffled down the passageway to approach the individual, he scanned his eyes over the pencil cases — that’s what he’d been looking for, how convenient! —  before lightly tugging one in a solid teal color down from its hook to inspect it more closely.

“…You probably shoulda’ checked that there wasn’t anyone else around before you did that.”

And yet, despite him having spoken up about having witnessing the event, Eizō… really didn’t seem to be very concerned about it. If anything, he seemed just as uncaring as usual, if the fact that his voice sounded as dull and casual as it always did was any clue.

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Arachnida wasn’t stupid. She wasn’t so absorbed in her petty theft that she wasn’t aware of another body hovering further down the aisle, poking at rubber bracelets. She’d seen them, she’d noted them, but...

The performer didn’t move when the boy approached — didn’t even look up immediately, actually. She hummed softly, loud enough that he’d be able to hear and know she’d heard him. Black claws reached out and selected a dark purple beer bottle opener, and she stared at it before curling her fingers around it.

“Did you know—”

Her voice was low, just above a murmur. About as dull as his. After the words left her lips she turned her head, sweeping her gaze over to him. Without looking away, she slid the small metal tool into the back pocket of her jeans. 

“—bystanders are less likely to stop a crime when they’re the only people as witness? It’s something like the Bystander Effect, only instead of assuming someone else will be the tattle-tale, they figure it’s none of their business.”

“No one got hurt”, “It wasn’t that bad of a crime”, “I don’t want to deal with what it might get myself into.”

She listed them off slowly, dragging her gaze to the pencil case he’d selected. Jeez, Arachnida, this wasn’t the sweetest of first conversations. 

“This school is rich and busy enough not to be concerned with a few keychains going missing anyway.”

Magenta hues trailed from his item back to him. Her head tipped. 

“Or pencil cases.” 

Was she implying...? 

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Red-Handed // CLOSED

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Hope’s Peak Academy — a government-sanctioned school created exclusively for students with exceptional talents. Famously known as “The World’s Hope”, whereas students that graduate are guaranteed success — to become leaders of their generation. The school itself is built at the heart of Tokyo, massive in size with five floors and dormitories for both students and staff. The school features chemistry labs, a biology lab, an indoor greenhouse, kitchens and top of the line equipment. 

Close by the school, but not directly attached, is a HPA shop, filled with school supplies and merchandise. HPS hats, sweaters, t-shirts, buttons, glow-sticks, little keychains. Our story starts in one of the rows in said store, by the rubber bracelets and beer bottle openers, where a certain figure hooks her finger around a keychain loop and, smoothly, without hesitation, slips it in her pocket. 

“The World’s Hope” they say. “They’ll lead Hope into the new world!”

“...”

Yeah, yeah she was stealing. 

That said, it wasn’t really your everyday school-boy trick — she seemed to know the exact spot to ensure her back was facing the security camera and the shelf would block her front. She was a picture of sophistication and cool — nothing like someone who frantically looked over their shoulder, who spared glances at the people surrounding them and shot them guilty smiles. 

Speaking of people surrounding her, perhaps they’d (or the... one person) would be the only people in the store that were in just the right place to actually notice her sly movements. 

Not that she really seemed to care, of course. 

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HONEY YOU'VE GOT A BIG STORM COMIN' // CLOSED

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“Thirty-what?”

Yona listened to his whole list of things he wanted to give away and then snorted.

“Pfft, Didja hear what I said?! I said…I DON’ MIND GIVIN’ IT AWAY! Now if yer jus’ gonna borrow my phone that’s coo—”

When her eyes opened they happened to lock onto the kaleidoscope and she recalled what he said just a few moments ago.

“H-Hol’ on… What was thatcha said? Eitch…pee…”

“NAWWW are you goin’ to Hope’s Peak Academy? A kid like you’s in high school?!”

“Well guess what, son… SO AM I! Hey, that means ya live in the dorms, right?! I can jus’ walk ya back! Carry my umbrella, i don’ mind gettin’ rained on. I jus’ took it to see better.”

And what about grocery shopping? Seems she had forgotten about that entirely. But what she hadn’t forgotten—indeed, what suddenly occurred to her—was that they were complete strangers and she could be lying and just be some weirdo dragging this poor little boy off somewhere.

“Oh, right, uh…”

Yona fished around in her pocket for her wallet and after searching through it a bit she pulled out an ID card… which was actually her Hope’s Peak Academy-issued electronic student handbook. The screen came to life and showed Yona’s own face and information. She stuffed her wallet back in her pocket and held out her handbook for the boy to see.

“See… it says on it… I’m Yona Yoshida. An’ down here it says… SHSL Storm Chaser… You can trus’ me!”

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The tree —no, Yona, she’d said— was scoring major points by the second. Every word was exhilarating and loud and Rover unconsciously found his grin stretching the longer the conversation went on. 

He nodded quickly, eagerly, along to her mention of the dorms. Lucky.. x2! What were the chances two Hope’s Peak students would meet on some rainy night in front of a store? Fate, perhaps, or the work of some... other forces.

“Dude, you’re a life-saver! I dunno what I’d do if I had to sit around here for another hour — I don’t really get cold but imagine how boring it’d be just sittin’ around. I mean, I’ve got a bunch of stuff in my backpack for situations like this, but still.”

He spoke while she dug through her pocket, watched as she pulled out her wallet and flashed an ID. Yona introduced herself and Rover leaned in close to inspect the card, humming thoughtfully. After a few beats, he gave a curt nod and leaned back. 

“Yep, keheh, that looks like the real deal alright. Your title kinda sounds like something out a movie. D’you, like, actually chase storms?” 

“And I’d dig through my bag to find mine but I don’t keep it in a neat little wallet or nothin’, s’just kind of... somewhere. Around. But the name’s Rover—”

A dramatic pause. He straightened his back and turned his head to the side slightly, enough so he could look at her from the corner of his eyes. He dropped his hood, lowered his voice. 

“—Red Rover.”

He held the pose for a few extra seconds, then relaxed after a few snickers slipped out. 

“... Keheh. But Rover works fine. ‘m a Lego Builder! I make those super big Lego sets you sometimes see ‘round at cool events, and sometimes I do stuff for companies an’ stuff, like those little city or building models. It’s a real, like, real pleasure meeting you. Considering, y’know.”

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HONEY YOU'VE GOT A BIG STORM COMIN' // CLOSED

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Yona stood there with her mouth slightly agape, probably looking like an idiot, as the boy bounced around on each foot. (foot…?) Her eyes followed the movement then rapidly darted to his stuck up thumb, but at the sound of the word “rain” she blinked a few times and seemed much more grounded in the situation.

“Y-Yeah so uh… Yer okay…? For real?”

“Heh! That’s good!”

“Wait so you were sayin’ uh… Yer leg… it ain’t, uh…waterproofed? Is that it?”

“Ha ha…! Sorry that happened to ya.”

She sure didn’t sound sorry.

“But yeah! Storms can start like…WHA-BAM! Ya should’ve looked at the forecast and y’would’ve known you’d get caught unprepared, silly kid!”

She playfully reached out and shook his shoulder, lightheartedly emphasizing her point.

“Anyway, I got ‘n umbrella and a phone! Which one do ya need more? ‘Kay, well, the phone ain’t cheap, but I don’ mind givin’ away my umbrella. I like the rain!”

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In normal circumstances, with any relatively normal person, having a stranger randomly shake your shoulders probably wouldn’t be... uh, welcome. Personal space and whatnot. Socially frowned upon. They teach children about personal bubbles day one, don’t they?

Yet, something about the stranger’s smile was contagious for the young builder. He grew excited instead, as if he were feeding off her enthusiasm and booming voice. He started bouncing on his feet, looking like he might bolt off at any given second. 

“Dude, really? Sweet!”

Lucky!

“Uh, hm, a phone is probably the best option, but that means I gotta admit to, like, being stranded to more than one person. Think I could borrow your umbrella for a bit? Or, uh, I guess maybe just. Take it. I’ve got ‘bout 200 yen and 30-øre if you want that, an’, uh—” 

What did he have that he didn’t mind giving away? 

“—a bubble blower, a hacky sack, and, mm, you can have this kaleidoscope I got at some HPA orientation thing. Can’t really use it if you gotta have two hands to like, hold it up and move the.. whatever it is ‘round.”

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HONEY YOU'VE GOT A BIG STORM COMIN' // CLOSED

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Living in the dorms meant that Yona Yoshida was living on her own for the first time. This meant a lot of new changes…chief among them, she had to go to the grocery store. By herself. For everything. Ugh! Okay, maybe not everything. There was the school cafeteria, but sometimes a girl had to have some snacks and the vending machine in the student store just wasn’t going to cut it! She was still getting used to the array of Japanese snacks totally unlike what she had known before, but there was some she found she really likes and there were a few new ones she had her eye on like those Mountain Dew flavored ch— Wait, it wasn’t just snacks. There was toilet paper, shampoo, bathroom cleaner— ugh she couldn’t take turns doing chores anymore she had to do it herself…

Yona’s lip briefly jutted out in a pout, but soon her face turned back to its previous comfortable, pleased expression. Even if it might’ve seemed ironic, it was hard for Yona to stay down in this kind of weather. The clouds were dark and the rain was pouring hard. Maybe there would be thunder and lightning?! …Eh, probably not. But she could hold out hope. She had a tiny cheap plastic umbrella with her just for visibility’s sake, besides that she didn’t seem to mind at all that the rain was soaking into her tights. Yona kicked at the puddles forming in the cement with her boots, preoccupied with the splashes they made when a loud voice called out to her.

“Huh?!”

She looked up and found somebody in a bright blue hoodie huddled beneath a shelter next to a closed up store. Walking closer, it seemed like it was some little kid. That was weird…what did they need help with?! It wasn’t like they were the Wicked Witch of the West or anything, it was just some rai—

Yona froze a few feet away from the kid. Her eyes widened at the sight of his prosthetic leg and soon they lingered on the part of his sleeve that was tied where an arm should be. What had this child been through…?! Wait, more importantly, maybe this situation was way more serious than she thought.

“H-Hey, kid… Y’alright? Did ya…break…? Can you walk…?!”

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First impression: a tree. 

Perhaps it was the green color scheme she had going, or the fact the thick curls tied up on the top of her head looked remarkably like broccoli, but Rover was getting a real maple tree vibe coming from her. He tipped his head as she approached, watching her hair bounce along with her movement. 

(Fear not Yona, this was a compliment — trees were in Rover’s top ten Things That Are Cool list.) 

“Break? Uh, don’t think so, no.”

To test, or maybe just assure the stranger, he jumped. Up and down and then to his left and right, did a little jig to the music blasting from headphones, and when it seemed that he, in fact, was not broken, stopped and gave her a thumbs up. 

“Nah — I managed to find shelter before the rain could damage anythin’. Super lucky ‘cause it was like, y’know, when it just kind of starts drizzlin’ and then BAM, suddenly it’s raining buckets. Had to sprint to the nearest store front with a lil roof. I mean, you probably saw the whole rain thing if you were out but—” 

He cut himself off, frowned. This had absolutely nothing to do with anything. Nice. The builder flashed her a sheepish smile, then returned to the problem at hand.

“Anyway, what I mean to say, what I called you over for is — I need an umbrella. Or a phone. Or, like, maybe a large garbage bag that could fit over my leg. I’m kinda.. keheh, stranded.” 

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☂ for arachnida, (≧∇≦) for saori, and (/□＼*)・゜ for rover -- if that's alright 'o'!!!

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

Arachinda loves the snow! She doesn’t like blistering, I-can’t-see-a-foot-in-front-of-me snowstorms, but she loves it after it’s snowed, when no one has walked on the snow yet! Early morning, probably, when you can see your breath and the tips of your fingers go numb if you keep them out of gloves or your pocket for more than two minutes. 

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

The fastest, most sure way to make Saori happy is to be happy yourself! Seeing people smiling or laughing on the street, or while she’s talking to them, makes her so happy. It’s not like how she is when she sees a cute animal or a beautiful garden or something — when she sees those she beams and jumps and gets really excited. HAPPY BUT.. when she sees other people happy it’s... quieter. Softer. She gets sort of distant when she’s watching someone happy. She’s the happiest when she’s like that :0 

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

PDA is probably the easiest way to get him to blush. LIKE... not in the sense that if he sees a couple on the street mackin’ on each other he’ll be blushing, it’s gotta be... directed to him? Kissing his cheek/lips and meaning it romantically, kissing in front of him for the purpose of teasing him, teasing him about that sort of stuff in general, I guess? HE’S IN A.. REALLY FUNNY SPOT IN HIS DEVELOPMENT ACTUALLY.. Like, right now, if a girl ripped off their shirt in front of him he’d probably just be ?? yeah okay. do it in a year and a bit and bRIGHT RED 

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The Hurricane I’ll Never Outrun // CLOSED

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That night reminded Rover of a story you’d tell by the campfire — on a dark and stormy night, someone would say — howling wind and hand-like branches scratching at windows, slanted raindrops that hurt when they hit your face, the streets so empty they made you question every shadow that stretched across the pavement. 

It was a night that Rover would categorize as a bad night, not for the fact that his chances of getting murdered increased by at least 10%, or the weather in general, but that the clouds coated the sky in a thick, ugly, black blanket. 

There were no stars that he could see. 

“...”

Ugh. 

Another bad in the bad night, though Rover thought of it considerably less important than the fact he couldn’t see the stars, was that he was camped in front of a closed store, under the shelter by the entrance, shifting his weight from side to side. His eyes scanned the sidewalk and street, like a sniper peering through the spy in their gun, searching for their target, for someone (God he’d take anyone at this point), to walk by. 

His prosthetic wasn’t waterproof — something he’d given up in exchange for all the robotics inside his leg that made it easy for him to run and climb and jump around on trampolines. This wouldn’t necessary be too much of a problem had he not drained his battery with snapchats earlier that day, so calling for help and an umbrella was... impossible. All his change was too small for a payphone, all the stores close by closed for the night. He either had to wait the storm out or wait for—

“Hey — HEY STRANGER, WANNA LEND ME A HAND, keheh.” 

— you. 

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Dog-Eared Pages // CLOSED

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Rover had been banned from the school library. 

Made sense, all things considered — a teen who raced to and fro with dubstep blaring from his headphones, who ran his fingers along the spines of books at a speed that meant his fingertips might catch an edge, pull it loose and send it flying to the floor, and who stood by the plastic, rotating bookshelves and spun them around and around (and around and around and—), was probably not meant to be set loose in a library. 

Not that Rover cared, really. After being booted out the first time, by a snake-eyed librarian who Rover guessed styled her nails like claws so she could summon up her demon slaves by scratching a chalkboard, told him if he ever wanted to return to the library again, he would need a note from the headmaster, along with a reference-like letter from a teacher. He'd stuck his tongue out at her when she turned her back to leave, stomped down the hall and muttered to himself well it wasn't like he wanted to go to the library anyway. They were full of books, and it was quiet, and maybe they had comic books in one of the rows, but he could definitely find someone around here that had some of those!

And yet... the builder was currently hovering by the library door, sometimes peering in through the window, other times quickly jolting away when someone approached to enter or leave. It took him a moment to notice someone passing by, and when he did, he shuffled slowly over, hesitant in his steps. 

"Uh, uh hey!" 

"Hey you... uh, you wouldn't mind doing me a favour, would'ya?" 

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yoooo guess who’s feeling mushy today

shsltechnicalsupport : Alexis, you are one of my best friends in this community, and I am so glad I started talking to you instead of letting my shyness keep me from saying anything. You have more OCs than I have followers (tbh you may have more OCs than Jesus has followers) but I always love to hear about them because you put so much creativity into every single one. Thank you for always being supportive, for being funny and for watching Footloose because I wouldn’t shut up about it. I love you a lot and I hope that you get all the wonderful things you deserve in life!

shslregulars : MY PARTNER IN MIDWESTERN COLLEGE SUFFERING and more importantly, a lovely sweet human who listens to me ramble at weird hours. I’ve told you about how much I admire your skill at making characters who feel like they could be real people, but follow forevers are about being extra sappy so I think it bears repeating. In a community where I think the instinct is often to go straight to 11 on a scale of 1 to 10, I really love how you’re able to create distinct characters who have realistic issues that still affect them in big ways. You’re also funny as hell. I enjoy talking to you so much!

maricolousmaiden : I don’t even know if you check this blog anymore, but you are a big cheesehead. There. I said it. Talking to you helps me develop my OCs and generally enhances my life in a lot of ways. I feel like we’re so gushy with each other so frequently that there’s very little I can say in public you haven’t already heard, so…I hope you’re having a great day! 

shslfollowingblog : Shout! Thank you so much for being my knowledgeable friend during DA4, for watching Korra with me and for generally being a wonderful presence in my life. I can always count on you to be either the voice of reason or someone who links the grownup chat to something completely horrifying. Also: we need to talk more about That Thing we discussed the other day.

shslalias : EVERYTHING I WROTE IN THAT OPINION MEME STILL APPLIES. You are incredibly talented and incredibly kind. I’m very fortunate to know someone like you!

shslcopsandrobbers : THESE ARE GETTING SHORTER AS I GO BUT you are a continuing inspiration to me! Your art is great, your OCs are wonderfully distinct and I’m so excited to see your talents develop further! You have been a positive presence in this community from day one, and I really hope you know how many people here love you.

erinarukami : Holy shit, right? You’re the first friend I made in Dangan Ronpa fandom, and I’m so glad to see you around and roleplaying again. You’ve been a wonderful friend to me. I hope you and your pups are all doing well! (Side note: Ace Attorney was trending today and all I could think of was…my husband…Larry Butz.)

shslgossipcolumnist : SHINY I ALMOST FORGOT YOU. But! You’re the best. I love how different your OCs are from one another, and I love chatting with you when we get the chance. Noriko Suzuki is my new daughter. (This is non-negotiable, sorry.)

MORE COOL PEOPLE WHO I DON’T REALLY TALK TO ONE-ON-ONE BUT WHO ARE NEVERTHELESS AMAZING!

shslclubhostess shslepicmemes gomibabies shsl-bad-decisions hanabirako hpa-classj shsl-psychopomp shsl-trashchildren shslbeepboop 

AAAAND PEOPLE I’D LOVE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER

damuchildren shslprism disasterchildren shslfxmme shslfalconess polymxrphic shslmultitude shslbadcompany shsl-aroma shslfumeino omissixn ultimateosteologist 

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Headcanons list! (Add more if you wish)

½ = How the character feels about people taller or shorter than them

± = The character and what they think about math

† = How the character feels about murder

@ = How the character appears online

¥ = How the character handles money or spends it

° = The character’s temperature preferences 

æ = The character and languages (Known or Want to Learn)

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

♥ = Character’s preference for relationships (sexuality, type of person, etc.)

zzz= What time the character enjoys sleep or being awake

☂ = Weather the character enjoys

♪ = What music the character likes

( =①ω①=) = What animals the character likes and if they have a pet/pets

(・∀・ ) = The character’s emotional state most of the time

☆～（ゝ。∂）= How the character greets people

⊙﹏☉ = What flusters the character

(≧∇≦) = What makes the character happy

(/□＼*)・゜ = What makes the character blush

(;╹⌓╹) = What scares the character

（；へ：） = What makes the character cry

(´ q ` ” ) = The character’s “guilty” pleasure

（・□・；） = What makes the character uncomfortable

(*^◇^)_旦 = What the character likes to eat and drink

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

(´；Д；｀) = What worries the character

(⑅ ‘﹃’ ) = What the character daydreams or thinks about

( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ ) = Friends the character has or would like to make

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Barely Methodical Troupe - Bromance - new trailer

National Centre for Circus Arts graduates BMT filmed by graduate Remy Archer. Get tickets for their forthcoming UK tour right here

Find out more about the National Centre for Circus Arts Higher Education Programme.

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These are named after MONSTERS

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

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melon an' orange! :'0

Cut for length cause wow I’m sappy.

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I DIDN'T SEE THIS MEEM.. melon (soda), orange and the secret fruit i don't remember what it is >:0

melon - my first impression of you

I think the very first time I saw you on my dash was during DA3 pregame! You’d just made your blog, I think, and you were asking for help on some roleplay terms. I’m PRETTY SURE I sent you a reply one time to try and help you out, but other than that we didn’t actually speak laughs. I admired your art from afar, and then when you started roleplaying admired your art AND your writing from afar. I SENT YOU A KISS MEME.. I STILL HAVE A PICTURE OF RIKO KISSING SAORI’S CHEEK SOMEWHERE… 

I didn’t realize you’d made it into DA3 because I didn’t get around to checking Omega’s roster until the ID cards were up, and I think maybe a week or so into the game Riko and Saori were deemed the bow-haired sunshine girls of each game! Which was!! REALLY CUTE AND I WANTED TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT THEM BUT I„ 

I was really scared of you. And it was like? DIFFERENT THAN USUAL SHYNESS? This weird mix of intimidation and fear and oh goD I HOPE SHE DOESN’T THINK BAD OF ME FOR WHATEVER REASON. And it’s funny because I’m not really sure why that was? Maybe because I heard more about you than I saw of you. People would say how sweet and nice you are and when you posted new art I was always in awe and everyone would be DID YOU SEE WHAT SHAI DREW? But you didn’t make very many comments on your drawings, and I don’t think I followed Riko until merge, so I ?? I don’t know you just seemed SO AMAZING and I was somewhere stumbling around off in a dusty corner„

HOW DID WE.. EVEN START TALKING I HONESTLY HAVE NO IDEA… was it. was it food wars. was the very first time i actually had a conversation with you because of food wars or 

we started talking in cooking chat either way and I very!! very slowly started to get to know you and now I

orange - my opinion of you now and our status

I really love you!! 

You’re so, so sweet and caring and seeing someone who so genuinely loves and adores people is so nice. You and Shout make a really good tag team in making sure I don’t do really stupid things when I’m not feeling my best, and laughs I owe you guys so much for that.. Even that? Remember that time we were snapchatting and you were cheerleading me on to finishing that sushi I. I really appreciated that. It was hardly anything and you’ve probably forgot but it„ meant a lot. 

Shai you have this sort of quality about you that’s like a real life sunshine girl, like just saying hello or making a simple comment, or even your silly little >:c’s and it’s like the clouds have cleared and people are smiling automatically and it’s!! really nice!! 

BUT LIKE.. don’t feel like you need to be that light all the time, you know? You’re always there for people, and sometimes I’m worried that you’re forgetting about yourself. It’s okay to let yourself be sad, it’s okay to admit when you’re stressed out. I know you’ve got my back, so know I got your back!! We all love you a lot, and knowing that you’re happy is very important to us! You’re important to us! 

There are a lot of different kinds of friendship’s out there, yeah? Like there are friends that you talk to every day, even if it’s just a emoji or something because not speaking with them would be too weird, and then there are friendships where you can go days or weeks or maybe sometimes even months without really having a conversation, but the second you start again it’s like absolutely no time has passed. There’s no need to get worried you’ll ever drift apart because that? That just won’t happened. And Shai I know we don’t talk as often and as much as we do with other people, but I think!! That’s fine!! Because you’re one of those friends that I know nothing will ever change, and there’s this kind of relief in knowing that! I love talking to you when we do, be it little Rover and Hiyoko things or lamp children or zzzing or whATEVER. It’s always a lot of fun!

You’re a very inspiring person Shai! In drawing and writing and as a general person that people aspire to be like. I’m really glad we started talking, and LIKE I SAID AT THE END OF SHOUT’S.. LIFE MIGHT COME IN THE WAY ONE DAY, BUT I’LL ALWAYS BE GRATEFUL I MET YOU. Keep your chin up, Shai! 

strawberry - secretly i… 

REALLY LOOK UP TO YOUR CHARACTERS! I mean it’s no secret I look up to your art I’ve already told you that but!!

You always put so much thought and unique characteristics to your characters, and I’m still curious about everything that goes on in Riko’s mind. I don’t think I’ve? Ever really seen a character like her before, or if I had it wasn’t nearly as well written as Riko. And Hiyoko — I’ve known her for so long and I’m not even sure I know her complete motivations to things she would do non-despair, and then stuff during despair„ you had me fooled with her thing, and you were completely obvious about it too WHICH IS WONDERFUL.. FINDING OUT AND YOU’RE LIKE OOOOOOH. I know sometimes you’re kind of unsure about your writing, but remember what I said on twitter, ye? Everyone has their own writing style, and comparing your writing to someone elses can be tricky because it’s? it’s all different. You can shine in certain aspects of writing where people don’t, and they can shine in aspects that you struggle with, and you can both be really good! Your characters are really wonderful, and your writing just makes them that much stronger!