#donutsandfloatyrings

[thedarkestdragoon]

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CHEATER!

6/10!

[ibukixmioda]

+10 came to rock!

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"Whoa look at all you people! Did you come to just talk to Ibuki?" 

[idollteen-blog]

leonikuwata said: wH at wHaT WHAT WHATHWYAT YOU’RE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY

wHHOHWHAT NO WAY YOURE SO CUTE IM ALREADY CR YING YOUU

donutsandfloatyrings said:((you’re so cute omg!!))

 Om g  thank you so mu ch , 

[bladecorps]

[[ donutsandfloatyrings ]]

What was the harm in it, she thought. Making some sort of gesture, some sort of move that suggested she wasn't an idiot savant, the one trick dog that she probably was, entirely inept at dealing with people outside of her usual crowd. A crowd being Enoshima Junko and sometimes her sometimes boyfriend. Both of whom were barely people, let's be real here. An alert on her Electro ID popped up this morning, and she blinked a few times. And for a few moments, she wondered if Asahina Aoi was a fan of handguns. She could make her something cute, convenient, deadly. Seemed like her style. As she sat there at her worktable, she sighed.

What the hell am I thinking. I barely know her, and I'm going to hand her a lethal weapon with a "happy birthday." Gee, I wonder how that'll go, Corpse-chan.

She leaned back, throwing her hands behind her head, and closed her eyes. Fuck it. I need some caffeine. Smooth and powerful legs brought her to her feet, and the bandana around her neck served as a sweat rag as she swept it across her brow, and tossed it nonchalantly on the floor. She'd get it later. And she was off toward the cafeteria, thumbs hooked in her leather jacket. The thought still ragged on her, however, as her shined leather shoes pounded the linoleum floor.

What does she like?

[secretuum-blog]

donutsandfloatyrings replied to your post:"Oh— Before I forget." "Happy Birthday,...

Thank you, Kirigiri-chan!

"There's really no need to thank me, Asahina-san..."

[whiiteface]

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You come to, the light slowly parting the darkness as once again consciousness returns. All around you, a pall darkness covers your surroundings. You stand at the center of a vast hall, pillars of marble and archways of granite belittle you with their grandiose design and fabled elegance. Yet for all the majesty that this building, which you have found yourself into by various means, it felt...lonely. All this much space, yet no light illuminated it. Something eternal remains of this abode, yet...why?

A flash of light soon turns your eyes away from the miserable darkness, atop what was beset upon a flight of stairs like the crown jewel set upon the Guilty crown. A massive eye illuminated topaz glared down upon the heightened chair, the radiance of lilac illuminating the darkness to reveal ruined pillars, shambling columns and shattered designs. Atop the quickly slimming staircase stood a high seat- a throne of sorts set precariously balancing upon the stairway. And there...sat a figure that, even from the darkness below, could be seen...and of whose malice could be felt visibly.

This figure crosses his legs, leaning upon his right hand, craned to support his head in a bored manner. You can feel his eyes scanning you, analyzing and definitely observing you...but...there was an uneasy feeling about this figure. It was the quintessential sense; the goosebumps in one's back, the standing of hairs on end...the feeling of danger. Whoever...or whatever sat atop that throne, it was surely something that must be avoided... But whether or not you reacted to that or even had feelings of such entirely, even he cannot say.

"Hello there."

The figure greets you, his voice hushed yet emanating a malevolent quality about them. The figure, who turned out to be a slender young man of raven black hair and seemingly plain clothes, stands, one foot pressed against the most precarious of steps upon the stairway, making his way without any outward display of hesitation or caution.

"Might I ask of you, two things?" The figure shrugs, closing his eyes for but a moment before glancing over towards you. "...One. How did you enter this realm and two...do you have any chocolate on you?"

And as he stepped down, the light was cast upon his figure: his tall shadow easily darkened the throne room above. This person...was not what he seemed.

[thedarkestdragoon]

donutsandfloatyrings replied to your post:

"Wah! But I just heard the news and wanted to congratulate you, geez! S-so don’t slit anything, okay!" ((it’s so life-ruining but so awesome sob))

"I won't slit your throat if you tell me how you came to know this information as only I was supposed to know."

[jinkouken-blog]

donutsandfloatyrings started following you

animate life form traced;         type: human;         attempting to determine identity;         attempt failed; initiating greeting sequence;

"Greetings. Did you need something of me?"