#onwilting

[hitsushii-blog]

☆ Be honest Shiori, what do you really think of your friends?

They’re great! The words stopped before they were formed. What do you really think? Shiori bit her lip. “They’re...nice.” Starting was easy enough. “They’re both really talented and it’s great. They’re friendly and they’re always there for me. They’re so much better than I am.” Stop. “Rin’s art is amazing and I can’t draw at all! Kei’s writing...They’re great.” Shiori wanted to stop there. It’d be great if she could have stopped there. “I like them a lot but it’s hard sometimes. Rin and Kei are just so skilled and I’m just not. It’s tiring to always be the sidekick. They’re friendly and nice and I envy them. I get jealous whenever Kei talks about his works or Rin creates another selling masterpiece. It’s...it’s horrible. They deserve so much better than me. I just, I just want to be like them sometimes, you know? I want to have something. But I can’t. I don’t have anything.”

[acepitching-blog]

↔

↔ = The character’s ability to read directions

[ Between the lines of average and terrible honestly. In the anime, he has struggled to find the way back to the bus from the restroom. ]

[dounatsuu]

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡ = What makes the character laugh

Memes Bad jokes honestly, other than that not a whole lot. She’s also ticklish basically everywhere (wrists, feet, thighs, sides, neck…yeah that’s it..I think).

[fictively-blog]

☂

☂ ( WEATHER THE CHARACTER ENJOYS )

the answer is very simple, actually.

none!

as someone who hates everything, the few things he doesn’t hate or dislike stay in the ‘neutral’ zone. so, yeah, he’d find a reason to hate everything. summer is too hot and it makes him sweat, spring is too happy and it makes him sick, winter is too cold and it makes him get a cold, autumn has those obnoxious falling leaves and they’re annoying.

so he doesn’t care about any of them. but if he did give a shit about weather, all of them would make him want to exterminate everything around him.

[fictively-blog]

Accidents happen T v T ;

1. ( MY MUSE ACCIDENTALLY ENTERING IN YOUR APARTMENT. )

The first thing Todd will notice upon entering the apartment is how messy it is. 

Empty packages thrown around the place like someone wasn’t satisfied with its contents, food everywhere, a piece of pizza making a squish as ketchup seems to spread beneath his shoe, not to mention the horrible stench of what seems to be rotten fries, sauce and blood. Screws of various sizes make cracks on the wall, pierced firmly into the concrete. The only plausible answer for the scene is: a hikikomori psychopathic giant is living in this place.

So, yeah. 

It might need some cleaning!

A black-haired boy emerges from the hallway, looking impecably dirty, various stains of ketchup (?) covering his face and school uniform. The first thing he does, after throwing a large screw aside, is opening his arms as if he’s greeting him. Everything about this boy, even the smile in his face, gives off a dangerous vibe.

It was not a nice day for a friendly visit.

「WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT?IT’S NOT MY FAULT! I FOUND THIS PLACE LIKE THAT!」

[mxrder-go-round]

accidents happen (!!)

7. My muse accidentally spills pain all over yours.

Hardware stores, while a blast to dig through when the attendants are inattentive enough not to notice when she gets her hand on their power tools, turn out to be an absolute _snoozefest when you come to, you know, actually buy something, for money. _Especially when it’s for something as dull as a can of paint. Sure, the walls of her apartment sure as hell deserved the technicolor treatment, but if she had one of the employees come up to her with those damned color swatches one more freaking time-

The sound of footsteps behind her keep Peacock from finishing her thought, but the timing gives her the opportunity to put it into action. Swinging around when she hears them try to say something, she brings with her an entire open can to drench on the offender.

“No, I don’t want to see eggshell again, what are ya’ even doin’ callin’ it eggshell? it’s fucking WHITE-!”

It’s only after the deed is done that she realizes that who she just covered is not an attendant, but just some random bozo. Whoops.

“…Oh, looks like we had ourselves a case o’ mistaken identity here….Hey, at least pink’s yer color, stretch.”

[netherworldpresident-blog]

onwilting

He should have known better. This city was just like the last one—it even had the same name. It was so obvious.

The boy stuffed the rest of his candy bar in his mouth before crumpling up the wrapper and stuffing it in his pockets. There were trashcans everywhere, but there were more important things to do at the moment.

Like get rid of the cat by picking it up and tossing towards the first person he saw. Good thing the little guys were typically friendly.