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[foxend]

naviacker replied to your post

fine she wont share her cup noodles :|

              how did she manage to sneak in instant noodles , let alone keep it warm ?! ... he’s just going to offer one stick , for one spoonful of noodles. 

[picarexque-archive-blog]

@naviacker

              " Hey. You okay? We can find somewhere more private if you want. "

[fauxmotif]

she wants a piggy back ride ; give her a piggy back ride.

          ❛ fine…I guess I can’t refuse my little sister. ❜ to say that having family had changed goro would be an understatement. now that he had someone to look out for and get to know that was tied to him by blood, he saw more purpose in this life that he was given. more reason for the revenge that he sought. more justification for the justice he’d bring down upon shido.

          ❛ hold on tight, futaba, ❜ he says, his smile reaching his eyes. ❛ be glad you weigh so little or I wouldn’t be so nice. ❜

@naviacker

[pantherdyne]

@naviacker wanted a post epilogue starter

      Even from across the room she could see the vicious stares of those horribly cruel          second years pestering the former navigator. This was just something that could          not be tolerated. Why was it that people still sought out to harm and bully Futaba?          What had she ever done to upset them other than being original. With a roll of her          eyes she marched her way over there, as per usual. She wouldn’t and couldn’t have          Futaba’s shyness be taken advantage of. 

                “Alright, here’s how it’s gonna go you little parasites. A, you leave                  Futaba-chan alone. Or B, you can be tossed out just like those                  hideous scarves should’ve been. I mean who even wears that                  brand anymore? Have you ever even glanced through a fashion                  magazine before? I thought not. Now you losers get out before                  I have to roast you even more. Just a warning, my flames don’t                  burn out, they only get stronger and more merciless.”

     Just as she had suspected the two offenders had ran off with their tails between their          legs because their beloved senpai scolded them again. You would think someone          would stop after the first two or three times you roasted them. Apparently not. That          had her shaking her head as she then turned to face Futaba, a smile swiftly finding          it’s way onto her lips. “Hey~! Hope I wasn’t too late~!”

[mors-vincit-omnia]

-le gasp- its morgana but in human form

[akcchi]

naviacker replied to your post: Futaba would probably fumble with the gun and end...

-holds a water gun and shoots- >:U

❝ Ah--!! ❞

He’s going to dramatically fall to the ground-- clutching the wet spot on his shirt.

[jokersays-blog1]

{SMS - Futaba}: As I ask every day, how was school? {SMS - Futaba}: Learn anything you didn't already know? "You come back after all this time and you still sit at my counter, on your phone, while your food gets cold. Never change, do you?" Akira heard the familiar laugh that belonged to his once guardian Sojiro Sakura, lifting his eyes from his screen to the familiar and missed face with a smile. He sat at the counter of the Cafe Leblanc in Yogen-Jaya, where he had lived in the space upstairs for a year while on probation. It had been quite the hectic year, to say the least, but he had made many good friends and his guardian, Sojiro, had become much like a father to him, if not a best friend. About 8 months later, in mid November, Akira was sitting back in the old place, feeling more complete than ever before. The last months at his home had been difficult. There was a distance between him and his folks since his return because none of them could move passed the fact that they had simply agreed to every term, shipping him away to an unknown place for a year. It was worse whenever they were reminded of his alternate identity as leader of the Phantom Thieves. There were many quiet dinners, and many nights he spent alone. His only sanctuary we're his occasional messages with his friends. Over time, the chats were less and less active, with everyone having their lives moving forward and other friends to attend to. His life was very much spent alone because of his past, but he never told them that. The only one that continued the regular conversations was Futaba, navigator of the Phantom Thieves, and someone Akira held very close. Speak of the hermit, just as he lifted his coffee to his lips, Akira heard the bell above the door ring as it opened. He turned to look at the new comer and smiled brightly, dipping his glasses down, "Hey there, Oracle. Long time, no see." @naviacker

[hawkfaced]

ooc. this is the third fandom @naviacker and i teamed up to pull shit on others’ inboxes