#ismellapromotion

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                              ✘ ☠ ✘ —— AH, YES; MARCH 14TH. White Day; the day men are expected to reciprocate the gifts they received a month earlier, though that's never been how Kariya celebrated the day. Even if Uzuki never gifted him anything, he still saved his Yen for three months to buy her something she'd adore. This year, like every year, he handed her a plain white box tied with a silvery-white bow. 

                              ❝ —— Happy White Day~ ❞   Kariya hummed, leaning in to peck Uzuki on the check.

                              When she opens the box, she’ll find new, white designer boots, a matching white belt  --  Tucked secretly at the bottom in a separate, folded piece of white tissue paper is an adorable white thong. Cumulatively, Kariya’s even broker than he was before, but spoiling Uzuki was ... Well, the highlight of his March for the past several years.

@ismellapromotion

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Someone had the AUDACITY to caption a picture of Kariya with this & honestly I’ve never been so offended at accuracy in my entire life

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“Would you discipline me if I was acting bratty?”

Dirty Talk

          “ So…Always? ” Kariya quipped, smirking. He knew where Uzuki was going with that, but he couldn’t help it; she left herself wide open with that one. Though he chuckled, encasing her waist with a sly arm. “ How much more of a brat could you possibly be, Zuzu~? ” Kariya hummed, shifting the lollipop in his mouth to the side with his tongue contemplatively. 

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>:T

^.*

[def-march]

777: *hugging and cuddling puppies*

Uzuki: That's not very punk of you

777: *holding back tears* THIS IS VERY PUNK OF ME

[stcrgczer]

Couldn't find her psyche pins but you might know that by the sound of her gun firing off rapidly. She missed by the way very badly.

                    ✘ ☠ ✘ —— THE SUDDEN SOUNDS of bullets clashing with the tile & stone of his kitchen are accompanied immediately by a loud, pain filled groan muffled but not diminished from behind the book still covering his face. He regrets thoroughly how loose he had set the terms of his suggestion – of course she’d use her gun, why hadn’t he thought of that ? If he had, he’d have made it clearer for her… 

“ Uzukiiiii……. ”

                   The groan trails off & forms into her name as the rain of fire comes to an end. He doesn’t dare look up at the chaos she’s created for lack of courage to do so.

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U G H.

What was up with today’s mission?

“That’s like, too easy should I even bother? Even a kid could complete this.”

It wasn’t too far away. A single, blue iris glanced over at the palm of her hand briefly at the timer that counted down. Hm, well that was more than enough time to just leisurely look into a few shops. Actually, wasn’t that jewelry store just down that way? A finger twirled a strand of her pink hair around her finger for a moment before closing her phone.

“Whatever~ I’ll just do what I want in the mean time, since the reaper’s missions are pretty lame today.” -- 💋

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Shoutout to @outofyourvector / @ismellapromotion / @thefrostmaiden. Kyn is 75% of the reason I knew TWEWY existed & she’s every bit of the reason I dedicated so much time & effort into creating the muse I have today. I’ve known Kyn for half a year now & I love her no less than I did the day I met her; I love her so much more. She's interesting, resilient, talented, capable, & an overall beautiful, hardworking person. She’s one of my closest friends & I would honestly be horribly lost without her. All of her muses, the ones I’ve interacted with, though I’m sure this extends to the ones I haven’t, are completely & utterly fantastic. She puts so much thought into everything she writes & it’s oh so obvious how passionate she is about it all. I look up to Kyn so much, she’s honestly such a huge influence on me & my writing. I have her to thank for everything I’ve gained in this fandom, for all the friends I’ve met & all the development I’ve made as a writer; it’s all because of her. Even if I don’t tell her as often as I should, I hope to god she knows it.