#ilikebigpoolsandcannotlie

[viridiorca-archive-blog]

Can i send my url? Hello //

message me a URL anonymously and I shall write what I think about them.

your blog and you seem hella cool but the one thing i have to note--

is that i FUCKING LOVE YOUR URL

[rptrinket-blog]

★

Send me a ★and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

3. “Good job your mouth is better for more than just talking.”((omfg what))

[makototachibanase]

ilikebigpoolsandcannotlie

Makoto tossed and turned in bed, his body feeling so strange in the early morning drowsiness he was facing. He briefly wondered if he hadn't set his alarm properly the night before and cracked open his eyes with much effort. He was a little confused at first; his alarm clock wasn't where it usually was. In fact, his room looked a lot like Haruka's room.

He gradually opened his eyes more, finding black hair impairing his vision.

Wait...

Makoto shot up out of bed, looking around at the familiar room that wasn't his own. "What the-"

He stopped talking the moment he heard his voice, which normally wasn't his. 

Trying not to panic, Makoto started searching for Haru's phone. Luckily enough, he had started keeping it on him more often after he had agreed to swim in the relay almost a year ago. 

He dialed his own number and hoped that the call or his alarm had woken up his friend. 

[fearbehindasmile-archive]

"Even dirtier!"

Send me "Even dirtier!" and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours. (#9)

“L-Let’s play a little dress up.”

[fearbehindasmile-archive]

Who?

Send me a "Who?" and my Muse will forget yours.

"Oh god... I'm going to be late!" Makoto said as he was running down the hallway. He kept running until he turned around the corner and bumped into someone. "Ow... I-I'm sorry!" He gazed at the black haired teen, his blue eyes staring at Makoto.

"I really should watch where I'm going. Oh! I didn't hurt you? Right? If I did, then I'm very sorry!" The orca kept apologizing whilst staring at the other, inspecting his familiar eyes and hair. "Do... Do I know you? You look familiar..."

[detachableteacher]

He's placed his head under the school table, so his body is now sitting on a bench by the field, waiting for that someone to come along with his purported something. It's been a few minutes now.

[detachableteacher]

He wakes up to a Saturday, but his head's still snoozing. He just does his usual rituals before exiting to the outside of the building, maybe no one will mind his head's not there.