Fuckin' leave.

"Masako Koguchi: Super High School Level Ain't-Anythin'-Special, now why the fuck're ya here?" M!A: Child of seven years of age for 2 days. Relationship status: Taken! (Single ship; other ships AU.) (( Independent RP Blog for a Dangan Ronpa OC. Please check the pages first! ))

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shsldmmarco replied to your post “[[MOR] sighing noises i cant do it i want to keep all the...”

you could always make this blog an archive...

i don't really understand, but hey.

time to do some research. thank you.

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sighing noises

i cant do it

i want to keep all the memories made here

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and after the longest absence in my life from this blog (not true at all tbh)

im pretty fucking sure im deleting this blog because its obvious i dont have time for it and why waste the time having it and have these 247 followers still follow me or w/e yknow?

it was a fun ride but i had a feeling it wouldnt last

hope yall remain hella and cool and kind and many people in this community are great and

my skype is misschibirai and i love people and you may talk to me (none of yall will but hey lmao)

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"I want to be your friend."

it was easy to see how surprised nijiya was, it took awhile for those words to properly register as he couldnt believe what he was hearing nor did he think anything like that was possible- someone wanted to be friends? with him? the boy found himself shaking a little as he looked directly at the other smiling in a way that was almost bittersweet.

"are ya sure? i make dreadful company ya’know eheh…"

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"yea’ we did awhile back, its ah… yeah its great t’ah see ya again, well if your up to it then don’t say i didnt warn ya alrigh’?" he grinned his mood having seemingly perked up quite a bit. "actually…ive totally forgotten yer name what was it again?"

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"Oh, uh. Masako Koguchi's m' name. At least ya were honest about it! You... Nijima, eh? I don't remember yer last name, so, I can't be all too formal, so forgive me if yer offended."

She gives him a sheepish smile, subtly biting her lip for a moment. It had been a while since she had initiated this type of thing, so her nervousness, to her, was somewhat of a given. She could actually feel her stomach somewhat churning, in all honesty.

Like she would admit that, though. She keeps up her calm facade as best she can, shoving her hands in her pockets.

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"I want to be your friend."

it was easy to see how surprised nijiya was, it took awhile for those words to properly register as he couldnt believe what he was hearing nor did he think anything like that was possible- someone wanted to be friends? with him? the boy found himself shaking a little as he looked directly at the other smiling in a way that was almost bittersweet.

"are ya sure? i make dreadful company ya’know eheh…"

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"Well, then that makes two of us, dude. We... We've talked before, if 'm right. An' I don't like to just forget about people I think are cool an' that I've talked to, etcetera, etcetera. So... if I'm goin' in for bad company, I'll live it down. I mean, 'm not friends with the best of people anyway, heh."

She just kinda snickers at the thought. Most of her friends are mischievous in certain ways, so it would really not be much different. Perhaps Nijima had something she lacked...

"Really, yer not the worst, 'm sure."

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every rper has their cliques and im just like

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"I wasn’t talking about your birthday day, dummy!" Kioko laughed a but, punching her in the arm lightly.

"I was talking about the fact that you’ve been standing on the platform for ages, come on!! Get on the train already! It’s not like they’ll catch you!"

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"Oh. R--Right... Are you sure? I really don't think I can do that! I have standards." She huffs loudly, looking back behind her as she continued to get her thoughts together. She really had no way of getting back home, though, without having to walk, so she figured... she might as well...

"Ugh. Fine. But, if I get caught, yer not ditchin' me, understood? 'Cause this was your idea!" She hesitantly steps forward onto the train, standing next to the smaller hitchhiker. She is giving her quite the glare by this point.

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"Get over it."

"... Haha. I guess I should get over it, huh? No one cares, 'cause it's another passing day, or somethin' like a good friend of mine said. My birthday isn't anythin', an' I appreciate you try'na be real with me."

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Send for my muse's reaction

"I adore you."

"You are adorable."

"I'll protect you with my life."

"I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me."

"Storm is coming."

"You are cute but we're not going to be a thing."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Give me a sign!"

"I want yo be your friend."

"I need you."

"I hate you!"

"Get over it."

"That was rude."

"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"You are my enemy."

"I like when you smile."

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          — { ☾ } ”Hm? Sure, if you’re weak. So?”

          Madotsuki still refuses to comfort properly. It is something that she’s been terrible at showing since the beginning of her father’s rampage against her form, and her pessimistic nature has not taken a breather since then; a finger pushes her cheek farther to her molars so she can shed the inside of its skin, a disgusting habit.

          — { ☾ } ”If you’re desperate to live, then grow barriers, and become stronger. Hm, you are allowed to borrow any one of my blades so long as it is returned after murder.

Clean it, as well, mind you. I’m too sleepy to clean.”

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"Huh... Well, uh... I don't really think that I need to do any o' that. 'm strong 'nough as it is! I'm a hell ton strong! 'm... Okay, well, 'm not since 'm okay with tellin' ya that, but I really don't think I can change somethin' that's so damn habitual.

"Wait. W--Wha...? No, 'm in no need to do any o' those shiners. No one pisses me off that much I can assure. Or at least, I wouldn't need a blade for any murder purposes."

Masako seemingly has become accustomed, almost comforted with the thought of ending things by herself instead of just letting life end it for her. She would want her last moments to be happy anyway. Madotsuki really is not bringing up the best of thoughts up in Masako. She could actually laugh about it if she wanted to, but instead of laughing seemingly arbitrarily, she just smiles a bit wider.

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I really want to RP with you but I cannot think of how to do that.

- Me, all the time, everyday (via gold-and-atauro)

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          — { ☾ } ”Sweet tooth I may have, but if you believe that’s what I meant, you’re sorely misssstaken. Heh, this does not prevent me from sharing with you, however—.”

          Before another delayed word is spoken, Madotsuki decides to accept the cake graciously instead of swallowing it whole. Despite the premeditation, due to the predicament, the dreamer already finds she has the ability to eat three fourths of it without thinking of the portions - sniffling and hissing shortly once the meal is devoured.

Her tail flicks at attention, and a secondary arm shifts to brush away her bangs.

          — { ☾ } ”Birthdays needn’t be of importance. It is only a coming of age, and we are all destined to fall off of this planet sooner or later, yes? Does not matter how old you are, you are not an imbecile, and that is all that matters. Hm, some people cannot say the same; there are fourty year old men and women who could have the gray matter scooped from their head in one fell swoop, and you still could not possibly tell the difference in their behavior. Take this birthday of solitude to explore yourself.

          You’ll die within 60 years or so, anyways.”

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"Oh."

Masako knew this girl's way of thinking was fairly realistic-- ironic in the sense that the girl was a 'Super High School Level Dreamer' in her eyes-- and macabre, but she never thought it would be put out so forwardly. She supposed it was not the first time she was to underestimate something. She chose to just pay more mind to the less worrisome action. 

She chuckled dryly at her manner of eating the cake. She of course would not mind. She did want to share it, sure, but... Masako had enough of it.

"I guess I can't say that explorin' m'self would be a bad idea, since 'm not so well versed in m'self to be frank, so... I guess that's cool.

An' trust me, Mado-chan. I already knew that. 'm gonna die much, much earlier, honestly... Haha." She tenses up in the shoulders at the thoughts now beginning to pool and flood her mind...

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Put ╯.╰ in my ask if you would be sad if I left tumblr.

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          — { ☾ } ”Or, since I have barred myself within these wallsss, I will sleep? I would like to trash something as such a venomous creature before I do so, moreover. It occurs to me I have the ability to swallow most everything whole, if nee~ded.”

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"... Swallow anythin' whole, huh? Ya'd be hella fun t'a share a cake with, then, for this birthday o' mine that everyone so dearly cares about."

Masako softly snickers and leans down by the altered Madotsuki, holding out a small plate of a small piece of angel's food cake, still leftover from earlier.

"... Do ya even have a sweet tooth to 'trash' this thing? Man, I should've asked first, whoops. Fuck up of the day."

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Send me a character name and i'll name...

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Attraction level:  /10 Love for the Character: /10 How much the character has grown on me:  /10 Badassness level: /10 How upset I’d be/I am if the character got killed off: /10

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(( [jumpin to wip eridan blog] bye friends ))

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          — { ☾ } ”…I don’t think I… own anything of present value. 

I have resigned into my home completely, and the only items I have are my console and whatever is left of my dreams, how unpleasant. Even if I were to have anything worth noting, I am a snake, and cannot move farther than a few inches. K~uu.

I will take my party hat, from New Years, and I will watch television with Masakun.”

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"Eh...? Madotsuki-chan... I'm happy that ya caught onto it, or even thought of it, or whatever, so anything's fine... Hell, 'm gonna get a party hat too!

An', one really fuckin' dumb question, but am I the one yer callin' 'Masakun'? I think ya got that other Masa... Masa... guy that ya mixed names up with mine once, so it's why 'm askin'. Sorry for m' idiocy."

The recluse rubs at the back of her neck, not trying to pay the half-snake version of her good friend much negative mind. She smiles rather sheepishly at her, as if that is making it any less obvious. Good going, birthday girl.