#auctes

[gravames]

“i did it.” did what, you might ask? fists clenched at his sides, nails digging in nearly hard enough to draw blood, he couldn’t bring himself to look at her for the first time in days that he had avoided her, avoided everyone for that matter. “i finished it, i had no other choice. she had to pay.”

@auctes

[laststops-blog]

@auctes      /       x.

           ‘  uh  ,  yo  !  yeah  ,  i’m  talkin’                         to you!’ perhaps not the best approach to take, but the one he knows best -- leon jogs to catch up, palms open, as if trying to calm a wild animal, before his fingers once again find a home in his hair. ‘listen, i think my cousin reads your books, ‘kay? could you sign somethin’ for me, so i can give it to her when we get outta here? hey!’ and he beams, having finally found his bartering chip, ‘i could give ya my autograph in return!’

[orchestreal]

        ❝    DON’T   WORRY   SO   MUCH!    it’s   nothing   we   can’t   fix!    ❞

@auctes   ♡’d!

[zhadnsti-blog]

@auctes

【 ⚫ 𝑘𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑦𝑜. ⚫ 】 ———-

he makes an attempt not to    sneak up    on her ; knowing how easily the poor girl startles, though his general appearance doesn’t quite make that an easy feat. an index finger    t a p s    to her shoulder to grasp her attention,    golden hues    matching to hers as soon as they could.

❝ miss fukawa ;    my apologies,    i only wish to take a book from the shelf right behind you. ❞

or perhaps he’s made an    excuse    to speak to a girl with a rather ... intriguing second personality. though one shell may be a bit more    challenging    to crack than another.

[brawliis]

@auctes​​ // ♠

【 🌸 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒂 】 ———- ✘

                           ❝ asahina had told me of your novels    &&    how she seemed to enjoy them. ❞ 

perhaps a more personal way of beginning a conversation ; anything to get the smaller girl to not see her as some sort of    monster.    she knew it wouldn’t be easy to make amends with the few whose trust she’d abandoned ------    &&    she couldn’t blame them. her acts were cruel ;    sinful,    even. if only she could have explained that secret.

[fibszn-blog]

a starter for @auctes

         “  a-ah, i can’t stop-p s-stuttering !! ”—— kokichi sounded shocked, fist clenching into his scarf. “  it’s s-so hard t-to s-s-stop !! i m-might as well die !! ”  with no seconds to spare, his face twisted into frustration, hand dropping to his side. “  jeeee-eeez, is it really that hard just to talk like a normal human being ?  hearing you talk like that is giving me a headache. ”

[miraibladed]

          . plum locked, braided twintails; a survivor of the despair-ridden killing school life. among the group of 'heroes' who ended the queen of despair herself: JUNKO ENOSHIMA. to think there would be speculation to their reliability, seeing the circumstances... it was like a DESPAIR SCARE, a reasonable rationale for other members to be wary of the former 78th class of hope's peak students.           . writing prodigy, toko fukawa, with steely eyes colder than most. nothing more than an intern within the foundation, and if not for the fact munakata constantly found himself checking up on everyone on his free time ( ESPECIALLY THESE FEW THAT HAD BEEN SAVED )           . “fukawa-san, has the fourteenth division not returned yet? have you been waiting for them the entire time?”                                          starter call || @auctes

[hopehaunted-moved-blog]

@auctes liked a starter call 100 years ago

  “Oh, Fukawa-san. It’s nice to see you.” He says rather casually. You know, considering he really tormented her back then. He wasn’t expecting to run into her, honestly. But he’s glad. She stayed in Towa City, he knew that. He wasn’t expecting her to STILL be here though. 

  Despite Hinata’s objections, Komaeda eventually did get permission to come here. Of course, he wasn’t allowed to come alone. Hinata probably worried about his health, mental AND physical. It was a little frustrating to be treated like... well, actually it made perfect sense. 

  He’s here to help fix what he broke. That’s all he could ask for... Aside from... No, best not already start thinking like that. He was still... training himself to feel hope again. 

  “You look well! Much better than last time I saw you!” Talk about a bad impression he was making.