#hhhhah

[extincto]

Feeling like i exist in the void today. Formless, timeless, no forces on me, can't even get it together to doodle. Might be because last night around midnight i took a quitiepine and still didn't get to sleep until about 4-5am and have slept for 17-18hrs

[skimmeh]

What's this! ... a ranbooooooo?!?!

Wowie ... Ain't really dawn a suits before ..fannnccyy

[ask-lu-wild]

Ooohh! I can make tea with these! I wonder if these are from regular apple blossoms or if they have some special properties :S

[museofvoid]

why am i feeling so stressed all of a sudden??

i’m not even sure it’s stress, but it’s definitely something

[blackberreh-art]

5 chapters until i catch up to tgcf

i am

not okay

[danxiously]

I love knowing jers dad goes into our room when we’re not in the house and looks through our belongings it totally doesn’t terrify me !!

[vatiknowsbest]

i prefer halls tank

[asyourservant-blog]

R&R || chapter 1 || closed for yuki

Religion wasn’t exactly up Eiji’s alley, but the church looked too beautiful not to visit. The stained glass windows looked especially stunning, and that was from the outside. So if he was going to be stuck in this simulation indefinitely, he might as well get to know his surroundings.

He entered the church, eyes widening at the scene before him. The sunlight filtered in through the windows, causing splashes of color to light up the room. It was a bit unnerving to see a strange NPC standing idly, but after dealing with their new ‘king,’ he was glad they didn’t jump up and immediately demand he murder the next person to come through the door. And he was even more relieved this wasn’t the case when it turned out to be Yuki.

He remembered meeting her not too long ago -- the bento arranger who looked like she never slept. He approached her with a warm expression on his face.

“Hello, Kurokame-san,” he said. “Are you doing okay? Have you tried eating any fruit? I was thinking about how tired you seem, and I think tea or sleep medicine would help too. You know, if you don’t want to try makeup or fruit. Oh, and massages can also help!”

He nodded vigorously, an idea then occurring to him. He gestured for her to turn around, still rambling.

“I can give you a massage now, in fact. Sometimes I give Kubota-dono massages and he seems to think I do a good job. So please allow me to try my hand at helping you feel more relaxed!”