#in character!

[eclips3-ball00n-wrld]

°^°

I appreciate the mediocre art. I think Sun would like this....... masterpiece... More.

[almightygaze]

he missed his wife. so he's back!

[asklittlesnot]

David scaring me while we watched Alien was uncalled for and i’m still not over it tbh.

@askdavidshaw

[natequarter]

if the enemy are only created by the fact that the great houses believe they exist that just makes the war king going "btw the enemy exists" even funnier

[raincoaty]

@grabbedbag​   called  :    PSST HEY!!!!!!!! HI!!!!!! Waves at you so excitedly 🥺🥺🥺

familiar   voice   calling   out   tips   her   head   upward   almost   instinctively ,   attention   reluctantly   torn   from   the   duck   toy   clasped   between   her   starved   fingers  ;   hoarse ,   gruff   acknowledgement   is   soon   uttered   thereafter ,   tone   softened   by   fondness   most   unbecoming   of   such   an   inherently   distrustful   girl  ...   “   ---------   psssst ,   hey  !   you   okay  ??   ”

[emedius]

--> @androphobias​

komaru sits down at the table with a thud, slapping her lunch in front of her audibly.

“hey, hey, listen to this: satomi aoba is gonna be at the mall doing autographs with sayaka-chan tomorrow! you know, you really strike me as someone who’d be a satomi geek!” she leans forward, staring at tenko. “she’s really hot-headed and stubborn, and cute, and the kind of girl a girl like you would totally like!”

she’s practically chomping at the bit to sell this idol to tenko. “though, as an idol, she can’t really date...” oh, is that what she’s suggesting? “but wouldn’t that be romantic? forbidden romance, in more ways than one...”

[emedius]

--> @caunosfell

she’s been watching them for quite some time, never quite gathering up the nerve to approach. the specter that haunts them is the most fearsome one she’s ever seen, its ghastly red lipstick blaring warning sirens all over. it doesn’t have a distinct shape that she can see, but somehow that crimson is written all over its aura. just like blood.

komaru’s always been a crybaby. she still cries when she stubs her toes, skins her knees during soccer practice. so this... is far beyond her ability to deal with, even as the ultimate spiritual medium.

even so... she’s going to bite her lip and plow forward, shoulders set.

“...e-excuse me,” she says softly. “do you need... help?”

here in the daylight, that spirit’s strength should waver... theoretically. it should be safe to talk.