#hauntingthehallways

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i'm printing this up in putting it in a golden picture frame over my fireplace

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*laughter of a gundam*

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hauntingthehallways replied to your post: [[ I can’t do this. I have a frick ton of errands...

Sleep well!!!!!! ;v; ))

[[ we have an update: i didnt get to sleep instead i ran around the entire village trying to fix up college requirements, my bank account, and eating in a cafe and i feel pukey right now because i just rode a taxi i hate taxis

holy fucknuts i have so many replies and letters pending-- ]]

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Letter!

Here you go, Ishimaru-kun! [smiles] I hope you like yours... (ノ*゜▽゜*)

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5. Childhood!AU

Chihiro was sitting alone in the sandbox. Her mother thought it would do her good if she were to be brought outside to play once in a while. It was one of those rare times when she wasn't sickly. It was a good day out. Summer was good to Chihiro this year.

There were other kids around the playground, but they were older kids, and Chihiro would never try and approach anyone. Besides, they might just shun her away for being tiny. Even as a kid, Chihiro looked like a girl, in her jumpers and shirt. Her hair was quite long, and her features looked feminine. Yes, it was easy to mistake her for a girl.

[monomonomi]

Prison!AU for Hauntingthehallways

"Welcome to Hope's Peak Prison!" A cheery tone chimed from the intercom, startling various students. 

"Where unruly students are sentenced and forced--I mean encouraged to attend the prison's re-evaluation courses. Each student is provided a single room, one bed, desk, toilet and barred window. Of course if the student is a special case they get a padded room with the Hope inducing comfort jacket, no windows included. Students are well fed, breakfast and dinner of the average public school serving. We encourage our students to get 2 hours of sunshine each day, play nice!  Hope's Peak Prison, containing our ill-mannered students for the better. This concludes the introduction for our brand new trouble-makers. As you don't know, my name is Ms.Usami I am in charge of sector 9, where most of you are heading so please listen. " The woman on the intercom cleared her throat for a brief moment, " In my sector, I enforce the rules. Follow them and you'll make your stay here much better. Remember, you were put here because your parents, teachers and school members couldn't bring themself to send you to a real prison. This is just the soft-core version! First rule, I don't want to see any violence. I don't care who started what, I'll personally end it. Rule two your respect has reached a new level, lower than someone's caskett so don't expect much~! You still have some chance to keep your dignity though! Rule three, I cannot stress this enough...Sexually harass the other students and you'll lose your privilege of having a sex organ. That is all, wait while I come and gather my students." The intercom went dead, as double doors opened a small figure pushed through the crowd. "This is odd, I only have one..my sector must be getting full...Uuu...Well, it's a break for me. Ishimaru! Ishimaru! Ishimaru Kiyotaka! You have a perfect attendence record why is it so hard to come meet me? " 

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[[ wait to those who sent me a "✫" do you guys want me to give you a drabble or a starter;;; ]]

[fromthedigitalgrave]

{ Rules of Friendship } -@hauntingthehallways

Why was it that the first time he went outside in months, he's immediately kicked down and spit on?

Not literally... well, not the latter at least.

Chihiro sobbed, curling up somewhat and covering his head, feeling a foot kick against his back. He let out small sobs, refusing to cry loud enough for adults to hear. Why were they picking on him because he collapsed from running around a little too much? Why... was he so weak?

"S-Stop!" he begged quietly, only receiving a dust cloud in his mouth. His eyes watered heavily, coughing and spitting out any dirt that might have kicked up too. 

The child curled up further, hoping to only have a few bruises on his back and legs by the end of this.