#rewrittenmemoriam

[cosmicmatrixrch-blog]

rewrittenmemoriam

Rosalina is no idiot. She, being a librarian, knows the faces of the people who frequent her library and what books they like. She also knows the people who come to the library just to get some peace and quiet, and doesn’t disturb them unless they seem troubled.

From the second floor, as the sun sets and her glass ceiling leaks with beautiful pink and orange rays of light, she eyes the young girl with the pencils and drawing pad. Looking at the books in her hands, she quietly walks down the stairs and approaches the girl with a warm smile.

“If you like, I have some books on illustration. Would you care to see one?”

[realitiesintertwined-blog]

hello it's me namine! the app can be found under /app.

Hello you! Welcome to Solias, Namine! Enjoy drawing the scenic beaches!

- Andromeda Mod ☆

[aserendipitouskey-blog]

I'M LAUGHING SO MUCH AT THIS her eyes get huge when his yaoi hands touch her face no insult to the creator, who obviously likes the ship, but just these programs are so awkward to work with i can't help but laugh a little bit

[aserendipitouskey-blog]

Recalling the Seventh Day [ a KH2 drabble OTL generic and necessary for every Roxas rper ]

[bloodinkandneedles]

{ Better Than Bad Company ; Closed }

      It didn't take him long. Feeding was nearly a weekly task, and he hadn't taken care of it in a while, and after the high stress situation of entering the city he had to take care of it before he began to get too upset. Kaneki had been correct in that Sector oo3 had been absolutely teeming with people that nobody would miss. 

     And it wasn't hard to play wolf in sheeps closing so he could pick someone off. Vastly different from the days where he could have any body he wanted, now he had to play humble and act wounded or frail to lure someone in. Whimpering and hiding dark eyes behind his sunglasses, hobbling or sitting on the sidewalk and holding his ankle to try and see if someone would be dumb enough to stop and ask this poor soul if he needed help. Of course he would say yes and ask to be taken to a building and from there he can call someone...

     How shocked they must be when they found out Uta was not what he seemed.

     He ran his tongue over his teeth as he swallowed down the last of his victim, his person absolutely dripping with blood and gore. He idly sucked blood from one of of his fingers as he thoughtfully chewed through bone, wondering possibly how he could get through this sector without raising concern. He was on the outskirts of oo4, tucked away still towards the outskirts of the ghetto, hidden safely amongst the disease ridden brothels and people who turned a blind eye to the various screams coming from the alley. But he had to return home.. District Epsilon..

     ... Of course it was on the opposite of the sector deemed safe enough for them. 

    He would have to bite the bullet, it seems. 

    With a sigh he stood up and picked his jacket off of the ground before pulling it on, hood going up and over his shaved head in attempt to hide his blood stained face. He swiped his sleeve over his mouth but traces of it still remained smeared across his cheeks and chin. 

   With that, he decided to try and brave the streets. For the most part, he passed by them without so much as a second glance and whomever saw him they quickly turned their heads out of fear their fate would be the same. Everything seemed peaceful until he accidentally bumped against someone, accidentally staining them with the icky substance that riddled his person. 

   He paused and turned back, uttering a quiet apology and moved to wipe it off with his sleeve before they noticed. 

[aserendipitouskey-blog]

For some reason, Roxas just doesn't have the heart to ditch the organization cloak. His data twilight town attire is resting in the closet, but he just...can't touch it. It's weird, like he doesn't even know who that person is.  Which is ridiculous, because he definitely knows himself. He'll close the closet door and sigh in exasperation before collapsing backwards onto his bed. It's been a pretty rough day. The blinds have been closed, and he turns off the lamp. Time to lay out on the top of the bedspread, not even bothering to get underneath it. Roxas is a winner alright--he's fast asleep in moments, expression something like peace. He does have his dreams, at least.