#checkxmiaout

[severepiratecrown-blog]

🌀 (checkxmiaout from Haru)

@checkxmiaout/ @bestia-dentro

Send "🌀" to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up

He was hoping to get home quietly, without drawing attention to himself. If anyone noticed how fucked up he was, they’d probably call an ambulance, when really all he wanted to do was go the fuck home. Luckily the blood--caused by a small knife in his side, hopefully hadn’t hit anything important--blended in well with his loud shirt, even if he didn’t have his blazer to help cover it up.

He heard his name called by a familiar voice, and cursed under his breath before turning with a forced smile. “Oh, hey, Haru. Come here often?” It was a joke, obviously; the girl didn’t even look like the type to be frequenting dark alleys after nightfall. That begged the question, though; what was she doing here?

[kyuuzuchiha]

@checkxmiaout continued from this ask here :3

Naruto’s eyes stared right through the concrete as he contemplated his first few days of school deeply, walking slowly through the pouring rain. It wasn’t like exerting himself by running would save him much trouble. That was the mood he was in today. It wasn’t too chilly anyway. He probably wouldn’t catch a cold. 

Movement caught his eye and the water suddenly stopped pouring on him. He looked over at the stranger and tried on a smile. It fit his face rather well. It looked natural, and just the act of smiling did lift his spirits a bit too. The offer took a moment to process, but he eventually nodded. “Ah, yes!” he agreed. “That would be great!” His smile got warmer as they fell into step together.

A hand reached up and sheepishly rubbed at his neck. “Uh, yeah, that’s me.” He wondered what rumors were already spreading about him. It happened every time, like clockwork. “Naruto,” he introduced.

[beastoraboy-archived]

"I've read about you." (checkxmiaout)

@checkxmiaout

“Oh yeah? You and anyone else in this city who’s ever picked up a newspaper. How was the press this time- good or passive aggressively snide?”

[porcelainghosts]

【♡♡♡】 ——  Peering into the darkened storefront, she wraps her coat more tightly about her frame, a sense of foreboding in the air making her almost wary to step inside. For a moment, she lingers, torn between calling the police and checking on her friend. Swallowing her anxiety, she slips inside, glass that littered the floor crunching underfoot though she tries to tread lightly in case whoever had broken in might still be inside.

She pauses only to listen for any sounds and when she is greeted with silence, she calls out warily, ❝ Zacharie... ? ❞ her voice seems small, almost swallowed by the quiet that blanketed the shop as she moves further inside. This feels like a cliche horror plot and that as soon as she rounds the corner, a murderer might pop up.

Good thing she couldn’t die.

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