#plxshthrones

[kitameguire]

💕 !!

Yuzu was surprised when the blue haired duelist grabbed her and kissed her. “How are you, Sora?” Yuzu asked.

[meganekingreiji]

((eeee how bout my otp sora selena))

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / i will ship them in hell

while i don’t ship it personally, i still think it’s cute

it’s

the ponytail brigade

[rebellioniism]

@plxshthrones

“It is my business!”

The blue-haired boy bit down hard on the green-apple flavored lollipop in his mouth, making a point of creating a loud cracking noise.

“I mean, it’s not my business, but it is now, because I said it is! Look at you, you’re pale. Are you always this pale?” His words were fast and a train wreck.

“I’m- I’m fine, really. It’s...”

No, he wasn’t ever usually this pale. His hand and towel were sticky, and he leaned against his table.

[kitameguire]

❥ ☣ ☂ ☆

❥ Has something ever happened for you to hate a ship? Why? No. Nothing like that has happened to me yet. 

☣ What’s one thing that will make you drop a thread? I usually lose interest or I can’t think of anything else for my muse to say. 

☂ How does your muse spend a rainy day? How do you spend a rainy day? Yuzu will usually lie underneath her covers to read a good book. I usually spend rainy days playing on my computer. xD

☆ What type of fantasy AU would you like to do one day? I really want to do a royalty AU I even have an AU version of Yuzu where she is a student at Academia.  

[charasmatics-blog]

@plxshthrones

“Everybody’s happy, everybody’s happy, in the end that’s what matters~”

Not at all what was going through Chara’s head as they played cheerfully with a knife, running their finger along the dull edge. Of course, this knife would not kill today. Perhaps threaten, but that was all Chara could do for now.

... Of course, had someone fought them, they would obviously fight back. ‘Self-defense’ was an argument used in a court of law, no?

In any case, eyeing the blue haired boy, a smile came over their face. This one would be today’s t o y.

“How would you like to play a game? It’s fun.”

[enchantainer]

Again, he'll remain silent, taking in air like he won't get any again. And when he's worked up the nerve to answer, Sora only says, "Sure... I guess." He can't work up the ability to empathize. Never could. But at the very least, he can offer company. "... It's... Um. Fine. If you cry." He minds, but saying that would worsen it, huh?

Yuuya only smiles a tired smile, grateful and kind, and lets his tears spill out from his eyes, at least having the decency to muffle the sounds in the pillows overhead.

It’s fine if Sora doesn’t understand, or if he really doesn’t want to be here. Or anything else.

Right now, he’s here, he’s with Yuuya, and he--he said he cares, and Yuuya can no longer tell if the tears he’s crying are because he’s sad or happy anymore. Maybe both.

“Th-Thank you,” he mumbles, curled up into a ball, not willing to let go of the pillow covering his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank y-y-you--”

[enchantainer]

"You said that and worrying were the same thing, Yuuya." He exhaled sharply, leaning his head back. "I'm worried." And also, kind of frightened at the other's reactions to his words. If he really had to, he was prepared to leave.

A beat.

Yuuya forgets to breathe for a moment.

“D-Did you...” he almost scrambles to poke his head out of the blanket cocoon he’s in, eyes red and puffy, his entire face flushed from crying. The tears are still going, never stopping, but Yuuya is putting in an effort this time to try and stop them.

He sniffles, eyes darting to the sheets.

“I-I’m sorry, I...” he’s interrupted by a rush of breath leaving his lungs, another hiccup. “I must be... so horrible right now... c-crying like this...”

Betrayals, one after the other, and yet Sora is still here?

“I-It would really help i-if you,” his words get stuck, this time not because of his crying. “I-if you... stayed... b-because I could... y-your presence is m-m-more than enough...”

Please.

[enchantainer]

Sora remains silent for a good, long while, before shaking his head. He sits down, though uncomfortable as he is--managing to keep his composure. "... um... but when has that helped anyone?"

Yuuya clutches the sheets around him tighter, body still shaking and crying, fingers wrapped in a vice grip as if Sora would ever overturn them.

“I-It’s not,” he hiccups again, heaving as he tries to grasp for breath in-between crying, muttering incoherent phrases. “I-I’m pathetic... a-and I don’t want... y-you don’t have to, you s-s-said you... didn’t care a-an-anyway...”