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[tiedobi]

monomono <3

Vibrating Kokeshi

A round-headed kokeshi doll that begins to vibrate uncontrollably when you press the switch on the bottom. It looks sort of like a children’s toy, but who knows how you’re supposed to use the thing.

❝   souuuuuuuda   -   niiiiiiii   !   ❞   juts   the   doll   suddenly   against   his   bare   skin,   smiling   at   the   muffled   vibrations.

[inventit]

@tankluv : (chest) / symbol meme starters, accepting !

try   as   she   might   for   her   grand   masquerade   of   salaciousness,   the   demureness   that   befalls   her   upon   any   genuine   sexual   interaction   is   .   .   .   well,   pathetic,   really,   a   label   miu   would   ascribe   herself.   absolutely   pathetic   !   pussy   ass   virgin   shit   !   so   why,   why   in   the   name   of   fuckin'   christ,   did   she   feel   so   meek   for   the   feeling   of   souda's   rough   hand   pressed   against   her   chest   ?

the   whites   of   her   dentition   grind   against   themselves,   threatening   to   wear   down   into   nothingness,   compilation   of   all   stress   and   apprehension   :   she'd   never   back   down   from   an   escapade,   right   ?   that's   what   she   tells   herself.   and   she'd   never   lie   to   herself.   probably.   eyes   were   wide,   wider   than   her   typical   blank   -   eyed   stare,   one   part   attempt   in   seduction   and   another   part   foray   into   intimidation.

his   hand   retreats.   the   mask   goes   back   on,   with   a   one,   and   a   two,   and   a   confident   huff   —   hah   !

❝   ya'   like   what   ya'   felt,   grease   -   monkey   ?   they're   all   naturel.   ❞   she   means   au   naturel   .   .   .   which   is   also   incorrect   !   ❝   don't   go   cummin'   in   your   jumpsuit,   though   !   there's   no   mommy   here   to   wash   it   for   you   !   ❞

[heraid]

" i can be good. i can be true. "

he   is   her   bleary   -   eyed   proxy   :   in   varying   hues   of   blue   and   pink,   they   are   surrogates   of   one   another.   ❝   souda   -   san   .   .   .   ❞   a   look   washed   with   concern,   seraphic   and   pale   with   heavenly   light.   ❝   i'm   j-   just   worried   about   you.   ❞

[crebral]

is that a frontal lobe in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?

❝   it   is   a   scalpel.   ❞   wordlessly   lobs it, protective cover off,   at   the   incessantly   neon   -   decorated   man.   he   misses.   it   is   intentional.

[redemptioninterlude]

@tankluv - kazuichi gets a new follower starter !

junko can always see it rolling off of someone. that desperate, needy, ABSOLUTE desire to be loved. to be seen! to be recognised, even if it was in the worst of ways. it's like a second instinct to her, head tilting as she's left to look at the boy that's stumbled onto her perfect little hiding place, her sister having closed in from behind, discrete as ever. ready to take a head, or cut off his pathetic little balls if she had to, as ryota continued to work, head down, as if knowing better than to look up into the reality of what unfolded about him.

there's a shift ; that sudden jaggedness of her grin, her beautiful, sublime features stretched into something both maniacal and glorious at once. a hand that reaches out to dust at an imaginary piece of lint at his shoulder. "how clever-" her blue eyes moving, flickering over him. she plucks a file from within that memory palace built within her impeccable brain. soda kazuichi. same class as the pig that works at the desk. THE ULTIMATE MECHANIC. now couldn't he be useful? and didn't she have a glorious army to be built? "and how did you manage to find your way down here? this place is like, totally members only, you know."

- @tankluv