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yutamaki at it’s finest

#「 ♔ 」— OOC.#「 ♔ 」— DOODLES.#charusu #vainbrand #「 ♔ 」— YOU ARE MY SAVING GRACE ( honoka & tsuguhito ).

@charusu

❝ Mmn... I don’t really want to go out, though... Besides, I’d rather stay indoors, considering the heat. ❞ Nose buried in a book as always, she pays little attention to the translucent girl looking over her shoulder ( a habit that seemed to carry into even the afterlife ). Truthfully though, she doesn’t truly understand Ruru’s desire to go out. They’ve both lived in this city all their lives— What have they not seen that she’s so eager to see?

“You could ask the others... You’re staying over there, aren’t you? At Agata’s... They’ll be fine with going with you.”

#tfw ghost gf wants to see the sunset together b/c it's been ages but megane gf isnt having it #charusu #「 ♔ 」— A BRAND THAT BINDS ( canon ).

@charusu ♥’d for a starter || starter call.

A ghost. It definitely had to be a ghost. Brows furrowed into a tight ‘v’ line as his hand cupped his chin in thought. The figure did resemble Ruru, but... she had no reason to visit him, right? Unless she was going to curse him for trying to pursue Honoka-chan. Trying to stifle his fear by downing a gulp, he forced himself to crack a smile at the ghost.

“W-What a surprise... Ruru-chan, is it?” Yuta begun-- feeling himself stiffen from trying to act the most pleasant. He would be a little more bewildered b the reappearance of Ruru as a ghost, but... with all of the things happening with the Kiznaiver project, he didn’t even have a right to be surprised at the supernatural. Carefully, he articulated his words, “I didn’t think I’d be worth visiting, but I’ll thank you for stopping by.”

#charusu #tfw gay ghost haunts you from the afterlife #♟┊ ━ ic.」

@charusu

“Please curse me; who knows what kind of pain would come from being cursed by an angry ghost! How exciting!”

#charusu #im sorry......... i just coudlnt resist #this is gudonn i just kinda sorta run this blog for this creature as well #this icon is saved as please stop him.png

@iradei @charusu

“I don’t mind if you stay here...”

#iradei #charusu #everyone else does so #welcome to the party #you can take a sleeping bag or the floor. sorry thats all i have left

She sits at her desk, gaze preoccupied with yet another piece of literature. While she now has rather colorful people to fill the quiet of her life, Honoka always finds herself returning to words bound to a page, and while she may not seem as if she were the type, the worlds weaved together by another’s sentences always seems to entrance her. All that fills her ears is her own flip of the page ( something satisfying, seeing as she’s nearing this tale’s end ) and the gentle tapping she thinks she hears is but a mere figment of her imagination because she’s alone and she’s not tapping on the desk the way she does when she’s writing.

However, it fills the silence even as she reads, and she can’t help but feel a chill run down her spine. The sound resonates behind her, and with her being home alone, she knows it’s no one knocking upon her bedroom door. Though she should be afraid, the tension she feels relaxes because the air is warm and inviting and she knows this presence like the back of her hand. For a moment, memories fill her mind of herself sitting at this very desk and her sitting at the table that’s been long replaced by the new circular one. That spot has always been hers ( it’s why she asked to change it— the old one had her presence written all over it ).

It’s irrational, she knows, but something in her heart is telling her to look and see. The book is placed down, and with a deep and silent breath, Honoka turns her chair, gaze directly upon her space upon the floor. Her lips are pursed for a brief moment but soon enough, they part, her voice calling in a tone she feels she hasn’t used in association with her in ages.