seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from Martinique
seen from France
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from T1
seen from Türkiye
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from China
seen from China
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Lithuania
seen from Japan
@abstractreign asked: 💕 💕 { \o/ woo!!
A Masked Stranger asked: 💕
@anomalyfated asked: 💕
Mutual Positivity RNG || Accepting
🥚 Okay so we’re gonna do this as a huge mega post cause I got four mutuals to cover and a homemade D60 to choose them with!
🐝 * ― let’s bring some more positivity to the rpc by brightening someone’s day ! anonymously or not, send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) for me to randomly pick one of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash, writing with them, talking to them, etc.
anon said: 💕 💕 💕
@anomalyfated has such a good range of muses, mostly Twisted Wonderland but also a bunch of otome characters that I love to see. Plus, they are very nice and chill, following me for so long already. I especially love their take on Riddle because truth to be told, he’s not my most favorite character in the mobile game.
@e-temmu is an original character that I enjoy to see on my dash. On how goofy and well-written their muse is and the silliness Borna and Akira get into, especially the Resident Evil verse where they just bully the zombies and characters in that series. Plus how cool that their muse is to Akira, who does think Dullahan / whatever their muse considers themselves ( I forgot the term don’t eat me )’s are awesome.
@ofstowaways is always a welcomed sight on my dash even if we don’t interact much. I love their muses and applaud them in writing some villains on there as well because the ones that they choose to write are awesome and cool. Here’s hope that I can’t stop being shy and send something in to them in the coming weeks. ( giving out positive waves to them ).
@anomalyfated
It was raining, what a nostalgic feeling it was to be standing on this balcony again. Strange feeling knowing that it’d been years since he was on the run, bleeding and fleeing from the law, and now he was lounging on the railing as if he owned the place and his company was fully expected. It wasn’t, which would make this whole thing all the more amusing and Nezumi’s knack for theatrics was showing. The robotic mouse was perched on his shoulder, note in its mouth, ready to go do what Nezumi needed it to.
There were easier ways that he could’ve gone about doing this, but the noir wasn’t exactly one to just waltz up and knock on the front door for a teary reunion with the boy he was so drawn to all those years ago. No, that wasn’t his style. Nezumi was still one to be hiding in the shadows, keeping to himself and minding his own business. It’s what he’d done best while being on his own and Shion was rebuilding the city that had brought them together in the first place.
Which is exactly why he’d been gone for the past six years after he and Sion successfully destroyed the correctional facility. Why Shion hadn’t seen eye nor ear of him after the parting kiss and promise that they’d meet up again. He could’ve come back sooner, he just.... hadn’t yet.
Jerking his chin forward once, Hamlet then squeaked in response and disappeared down Nezumi’s leg and disappeared to sneak inside the house. A few minutes later Nezumi saw it scuttle into view on the other side of the sliding door, and up on the raised platform that housed Shion’s bed. The rat would no doubt get his attention and hand over the note. It’d read this:
The balcony window isn't open, I'm a little insulted. And you’re not out here having a good scream either.
Toman, Mikey’s home, his family, has been disbanded. It’s the first step in ensuring the happiness and the safety of everyone in it - and because of that, Mikey would do it again a hundred times if needed, but...
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. Everything hurts.
Emma is gone. Baji, Shinichiro - he’ll never see any of them again. Takemitchy has left him, even if not in the same way as the others - and it’s not just them. Because if Mikey gets his way... soon there’ll be no-one left by his side.
He knows that it’s the only way. If he wants to protect them from himself, from that inevitable, awful future that Takemitchy warned him of, he doesn’t have any other choice but to do this. He’ll pretend to hate them - he’ll make them hate him, he’ll do anything if it means keeping them safe - yet why is he so selfish? The thought of being alone, being despised by the people he loves - it makes his stomach turn, filling him with too many unbearable emotions to count. It makes him want to cry, want to be sick... and when he remembers that Emma is no longer with him, that pain only increases tenfold.
Once, Mikey took pride in himself - maybe a little too much, even. Now... when he thinks about himself... all he can feel is an all-consuming hatred.
...And suddenly, to his horror... Mikey finds that he’s started to cry. He can feel tears rolling down his cheeks; hears himself sobbing, pathetic noises escaping his mouth - and it only makes him hate himself more. Isn’t he supposed to be strong? What right does he have to call himself their leader, if he’s as weak as this? If he’s going to do nothing but hurt, nothing but destroy, then he shouldn’t even be here. They’ve always been better than him, and he’s never deserved them... he simply lied to himself until now, wanting to believe they could live on the same level, wanting to believe he could be good - and what a liar he was.
He wants Emma back. Wants Shinichiro. And through the tears, and the wave of emotions that threatens to consume him, Mikey can only think distantly that at least he’s alone.
...Right?
@anomalyfated ( starter for draken! )
21 & 23
21. Hot coffee or iced coffee?
((I know this is a cop-out, but neither. I have issues with coffee's aftertaste ^^;;))
23. Board games or video games?
((Video games, without a doubt!))
「 @anomalyfated asked ― 🔥 」
. . . geto from jjk looks so much hotter in fanart than he does in the anime or the manga.
send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. || accepting.
Lenny is nervous as she stands outside of her neighbors apartment. There is an envelope in her hand with their name and address written across the front. It has ended up in her mail box by mistake, so she’s decided to return it. This piece of mail looked important.
She’s been standing anxiously at the door for a few minutes now, bouncing back and forth on her heels. Lenny’s never spoken to these neighbors before and she afraid to bother them. Which is why she’s been standing here awkwardly and not doing anything. Her body is shaking as she stares at their door. The blonde knows this is important and she needs to get this done and over with.
Hesitantly she extends her empty hand and knocks on their door. Her insides are filled with nervous energy as she waits patiently for them to come to the door, wondering if her neighbors are even at home.
@anomalyfated :: a plotted starter with Naoya.
@anomalyfated | closed starter Every night she watches a rotation of hundreds of faces as they come and go and adds them to a catalogue. A collection of people who end up in the audience: college professors nervously eyeing the clock, mother's who've bet their life savings, men with pockets of gold. Over time, she learned to pick apart the narrative -- after all, no one risks their livelihood to watch others turn themselves into a bloody pulp. There were legal avenues for that. No, they were there to find a miracle in financial hardship, and she was just the card girl that worked there. Every time she stands in the ring, holding up the plastic sign with the match number she notes who'd arrived. First, it's the most powerful of all in the room. Not the boxers, but the sponsors. The individuals who'd invested in the property under psuedo names, and shoveled money into their favorite pawns. They were the ones to be most wary of. But next came the crowd, the ones joining her on the journey tonight. During matches she often collected beer cans, and glasses, mingling with the audience to find out their stories. When you dissect people enough you learn to notice incongruencies. Individuals more interested in the people around them then the match itself. That's what she notes first about the two standing in the midst of the crowd, talking amongst themselves. They're looking for something or someone.
The roar of the mass is deafening, the sound of rattling metal from outside the cage when the match draws to a start. She slips out the ring, squeezing through the crowd to settle her suspicions. If you're looking for anyone here, it was trouble. And where trouble lurked, law soon followed. It wouldn't hurt to get a closer look at those two, right? At the very least, everyone has a story if they showed up here. What was in their tale? After trading greetings with some of the regulars, she sets on her quest. During matches, everyone was riled up, an adrenaline disaster of broken glass, yelling and sometimes incited violence. She'd mastered the arts of avoiding getting hurt, ducking, directing people out, swiping empty bottles. Anything to prevent an issue, but it often made poking her head around a challenge. No one was worried about where she was trying to go in the midst of their own madness. Her teal hues dance around the tops of heads, looking for a pair -- a brunette and someone with an eyepatch? Or at least she swears that what she saw, the arena isn't very well lit. Probably a means to protect privacy or a neglect in budget. It's only the first match and she's already crunching glass beneath her shoes. She gently nudges the person beside her, soft laughter spilling from her lips, " Hey, those are nice shoes, be careful -- the glass here will really scuff 'em up! " For a moment she realizes she hadn't looked at the individual wearing them, eyes lifting to meet the woman standing beside her. A brunette with jade irises. And a man with an eye-patch. Oh. Her smile melts into bewildered amusement,
" Don't think I've seen you two here before. Are you here to place bets? "
