#midorimeji

[hopespoison]

midorimeji replied to your post:Are you corpse? Because you belong six feet under.

Oooh, that wasn’t a joke. Whoopsie.

“Ahaha! Okay let me give it a try!”

“Hmm...”

“Is your hair styled by vlasic? Because it looks dill-icious!”

[snakefumes]

midorimeji replied to your post: You’ve been on my mind!~

“Jatarooo don’t be rude– otherwise Monaka won’t give you some of her Umaibo.”

     "I've been on the run for weeks. I’ve nearly died like 3 times. Us Warriors have no allies but each other, after you lied to us and the truth came out. You were our princess. We did everything for you, and you just--! Monaka!

      Jataro doesn’t really want your Umaibo, Monaka.”

[sageshou]

midorimeji replied to your post

good

“M-M-Monaka-chan?!!”

[hopespoison]

midorimeji replied to your post:Lean down, Monoka wants to put ears on you.

Ears! You’re going to become a predatory Kodiak bear.

“Ah, a predator? I always pictured myself as more of a docile variation. Perhaps a panda would be more suited towards my nature? Pandas are fairly hopeful animals.”

[snakefumes]

midorimeji replied to your post “Oooh! You're still alive Jataro-kun? I thought by now you would've...”

Well, hopefully Jataro-kun's not as disappointing as last time. Otherwise it's basically like you're dead.

       "Put your faith in Jataro, and you will ultimately be disappointed. But hey! Hey! At least-- Oh, y’know what? I don’t even have a positive note on my return. There’s nothing else I can say here. I’m just disappointing. Sorry, Monaka. 

      I’ll still do my best for you.”

[snakefumes]

midorimeji replied to your post “hi i’m thinkin about returning here :^)”

YEAaaaH

i literally logged on like "hey howdy what's the dr rp scene look like these days" and saw your blog and was like “it’s a sign... monaka needs me to return to jataro...”

[providentian-blog]

✢

✢ A good memory that makes him smile. 

   Shingetsu never could have anticipated just how much his life would have changed in one instant—especially after it having been routine for so long. He had been attending Hope’s Peak Elementary for years by this point, and each day was the same, strange combination of monotony and stress. Attend class to learn, work on classwork, study through between-class breaks, study through lunch, study through recess, attend more classes, attend cram school, return home—study through half the night.

It was so routine, he didn’t question it anymore—not as if his father would listen to him if he did. Shingetsu did as he was told, kept his eyes on his work, responded politely to authority—all the things a ‘good boy’ was supposed to do. He had no friends, really no meaningful relationships of any kind. But that all changed on an inconspicuous morning, during Homeroom before the teacher had even arrived.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye a pencil rolling across the floor to his desk and, in a subconscious movement, bent down to retrieve and return it to the owner. His eyes met with Monaka, the darling of the classroom, her wheelchair encircled by just about the entire class. She gave him one of her large smiles and held out her hand to take it, then thanked him, saying she never would have gotten it herself. Shingetsu dipped his head, nodded, and returned silently to his work.

Ever since that day, Monaka had gone out of her way to pay specific attention to Shingetsu—to the distaste of some of the class. She regaled him with compliments and baked goods that she prepared at home, always ensuring he got the first taste. It was attention he wasn’t used to, but it made him strangely happy nonetheless.

Happy that Monaka had become his first friend. 

[providentian-blog]

Dear Person I Like,

To the one I like love,

To even be even remotely vague with this would just be pointless beyond comprehension. I’m sure you know … how I feel about you. You’re such a bright girl, so I’m confident you figured it out. Maybe even before I had myself—that must be it. That’s why you’re so kind to me, isn’t it? You wanted me to open to you, and so I have because you’ve shown me such a unique kindness.

You’re everything I’ve ever really imagined ‘perfect’ to be. Well, perfection is subjective but—you’re perfect to me. Your smile, your kindness, your laugh, your eyes… I could drone on and on. 

I’m blessed to have met you. You’ve changed my life for the better to such a degree, I don’t think anything I could do can suffice as repayment. You’ve given me my life back—you’ve given me my livelihood back. Your happiness is my happiness, and so I will fight to keep you as happy as I can. 

So … thank you, Monaka.