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[heclingmuzik]

@jeevastm​

It’s been several months since she was last at Fibonacci. The feeling of standing in this ward still gives her a lingering sense of dread. Memories from the past still fresh at the back of her mind. She would’ve asked Kyrie to come with her, but decided against it. She breathes in then slowly breathes out. She just needs to go into her housing, grab a couple of things and head back out. Quick and easy and yet her feet doesn’t even move. Her body doesn’t WANT to move.

“Maybe I’ll just come back next time.” With Kyrie? With Grimm? With Nero? With...who? She can’t keep relying on them. This is just another step into the direction she wants and NEEDS to go. 

“I made it this far...I made it this far, right?” So she can take a few more steps further. She’s in the way and she doesn’t even realize she’s blocking someone’s path. 

[leafslash]

“ Eh? Oh, am I — N- No, I’m not talking to myself... ”   Though it certainly looks that way to the observing eye. But in reality, Ashton had merely been in hot debate with his draconic companions, who both have very passionate opinions on the topic of convenience store meat buns. ( Particularly the ones Ashton didn’t buy. )  Ah... He tends to forget not everyone can hear them.

“ Actually, I was talking to Gyoro and Ururun. It must look a little strange, right? After all, I’m the only one who can hear them. ”                                                                                 @jeevastm​ ;    unprompted !

[chocoholicsinner]

@jeevastm​ // <3

Mello holds the bag of peas to his eye, a grimace on his face. The woman at the grocery store had looked stunned at his split lip and black eye, and the way he winced as he moved didn’t exactly help to make her stop staring. Though his pride was wounded he was too focused on the sharp pain in his side to care that much.

Dying had sucked, getting the shit beaten out of you almost sucked more. Maybe it’s because he had to face the humiliation afterwards, at least Takada had spared him from that.

Feeling both hungry and irritated he made his way out of the store with intent to go home, the peas doing barely anything to stop the swelling. His mouth was set in a hard line: today had really blown. It had blew more than his fight with Matt, more than getting stuck in this stupid city. 

He’s so irritated by the whole situation that he almost doesn’t notice that his best friend is smoking right outside. Mello feels something like regret coiling in his stomach, and he presses the makeshift ice pack against his eye more. He clears his throat and tries to look as formidable as one could in this state, though it hurts to make too many facial expressions.

“Matt,” he says, then coughs. The sound is undignified, and makes him cringe. He moves the peas just slightly, making it clear that’s what he’s referring to when he continues.  “Don’t… fucking say anything.” 

[manfredice]

✧ ✶ ✦ // @jeevastm​ asked     ( headcanons meme ! )           ❝ 🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why? / ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it something they struggle with from time to time? ❞ 

          🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?

     ok this is one of my really specific headcanons but... it was a gymnastics studio. it’s one of his favorite places he’s gotten high, he says—he and his friend broke in after his mother passed away. she said her mother owned it. at first it was just something she set up to make him feel a bit better, and they stayed there all night just watching the smoke in those big wide mirrors and jumping on trampolines until their weak lungs were throwing fits. they built a fort out of gymnastic equipment, right up against the mirrors. they talked, for hours, leo going on about his mom, and eventually his dad when he got high enough. it was good to get it all out. anger, pain, grief. leo was angry, and she let him be. in a red-ice haze, they ended up smashing a few windows and running from the cops into the woods.

   it’s really important to leo because it’s one of the first times that someone did something that was genuinely nice and thoughtful, when someone that he just got high with became a best friend. he felt like he could be himself and really just let it all out, and she encouraged every moment of it. that whole experience was painful as shit, but it was also incredibly therapeutic.

     when that friend passed away a few years later, leo went back late and night and got arrested for breaking in again. he didn’t really care, most of the equipment was gone and it just felt empty and lifeless without anyone else there. it didn’t feel the same. his friends mom took one look at him and dropped the charges.

        ✨: What motivates them? Is it a deep rooted passion/motivation, or is it                something they struggle with from time to time?

     answered here!!!

[restiituo]

           *           ╱           @jeevastm​.

Near had so few people with whom he could relate, so it is, in a way, something of a relief to see Matt. 

                    ( Of  course  Near  knows  he   should  be  dead.  Of  course  he                       knows that hasn’t stopped any other old ghosts from dredging                       themselves  up  in  this  city.   The  impermanence  of  this  city                       astounds and frightens him. )

It doesn’t show on his face, of course. Even at the best of times, Near has never been the most emotionally demonstrative. This is not the best of times. Still, it is something of a relief. His mind skips past surprise entirely. Perhaps he’s missing familiarity, not that he’s had much of that since he left the orphanage, but still... the mind is delicate like that.

          ( He and Matt were not friends, because Near has never, as a rule,                    had friends, but he and Matt had ‘ gotten along ’ and sometimes                             that’s good enough. )

Near, with his Damocles-sword of ever-present danger hanging over his head the moment he had chosen to become L properly, looks at Matt, who he has not seen in quite some time, and who had avoided anything like responsibility for as long as Near can remember, and feels a pang of resentment. What an annoying emotion. Still, it is nice to see him, and Near considers saying as much, just for a moment. What he says instead is this:

      “It’s always rare to see you by yourself, Matt.”

                      ( Near had grown up in an orphanage that had gone through genius children                         like -- well. Like other disposable things. It was difficult, apparently, to be                         worthy of succession. Near had lasted. So had Matt. That spoke to some                         aspect of their respective characters. )

He smiles. Near’s smiles have always been carefully-constructed things, employed only when strictly necessary. This one is fairly genuine, however. When he speaks again, it’s without bite. His words are a little hesitant, a little uncertain. He doesn’t know where he stands anymore. He’s not sure he ever knew.

      “How... have you been?”

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@jeevastm​ said: “⭐⭐!!! ( love hearing about your cortex hcs let's see 'em!!! )”

   ~~ First off. 😭😭😭 THANK YOU!!! I can’t shut up about the yellow man when the moment arises so I’m super happy you enjoy my HC’s!! Now as for my HC~ Well. Honestly, It’s no surprise that Neo pretty much hates most things and is pretty cruel even with his doofyness. But even with all of that, He DOES have a type of animal he favors. Birds!! He likes birds, and is just a smidge less mean to them. Enough to have a pair as pets as a kid, but not nice enough to show them any conditional love or so, considering he used them in a beta test for the evolvo-ray which backfired and sent them to an alternate dimension instead. He’ll tell you he missed them when he did it, and he did... but not enough to commit it to memory. Not enough to cry when they vanished. No, he laughed a little. But his dormitory certainly got quieter after that, and not hearing a pair of parrots squawk and stuff was weird for a bit. Plus it doesn’t help that, from my pov, There’s a lot more chickens in the Cortex Castle stage in CTR;NF than most of the tracks in game. Chickens are so-so for him, but they’re still in that category. So yeah, TL;DR Neo likes birds a little more than everyone else. Just a little more.

[manfredice]

✧ ✶ ✦ // @jeevastm​      ( meme video starters )             ❝  ❛ enough with the chit - chat , let’s get some grub going . ❜ ❞

     ❝ okay, okay. listen. listen, okay? and you’re not allowed to make fun of me. ❞ leo gave a vague gesture of his arm; he was rambling again, as usual.

     ❝ i may not actually know how to cook. like, at all. without supervision i would probably burn the house down. i’m the ideal candidate for food delivery. i might be able to make some instant noodles. ❞

[ragestaged]

@jeevastm​

chloe was never one who was good at foresight, whether it be doing good in school to secure her future (lol), or predicting that her childhood best friend would ghost her for years after her dad’s funeral, or simply remembering to check the fucking weather app before she went out for smokes. thus, she had found herself caught in one of those random summer downpours. she had assumed it wouldn’t last that long, but it had been 20 minutes of standing under the awning of the convenience store, getting more and more impatient for a lull in the weather so she could bolt. normally she’d rough it, but considering she had to walk 2 miles to find the brand she liked in stock, that didn’t seem plausible for such a long distance. the idea of being drenched in rain seemed like it would bring back some memories she’d really rather not deal with right now, especially after her freak outburst earlier. so what were her options? spending money she didn’t have on an umbrella? fat chance, she knew better than to spend her money on things that weren’t essentials (munchies, weed, smokes, crap beer, tampons). that meant she’d either have to steal one from the store or pick one off of someone else, which, frankly, she’d prefer to not get banned from the store, sooo... looked like she was going to go with option b. and make someone else’s life hell. ... or just slightly inconveniencing them, realistically. she slipped her hands in her pockets and peered inside the store. most of the people in there seemed to be unprepared as well; she saw no one with a visible umbrella aside from one lady buying one. chloe frowned. that wouldn’t work. ah-- wait. that guy. he had one of those small ones in his back pocket. that’d be easy pickings. chloe smirked and pushed open the store’s door once more, the quiet ding of the bell sounding as she stepped inside. right. so beeline to the bathroom, brush past him, and snag it on the way. literally pick pocketing 101. briskly, she made her way to the other side of the room, breaking a hole in line rudely, and rather conveniently, right behind her target. her shoulder hit his as she passed, and she muttered a “shit, sorry,” before deftly grabbing the umbrella out of his pocket and shoving it in her jacket pocket quickly. now she just had to go stand in the bathroom for a second and bolt before he had the chance to realize it was gone.