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[kikithedeceiver]

tatatarata replied to your post “WELL[[MOR] Good bye, Ene”

OHHH NOOO!!!!!!!!

Everyone’s dying one by one.

[meosaeru]

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i've died once i'll do it again hmu

ur a brave soul.................. 

[meosaeru]

@tatatarata

pick ur poison i'm ready to suffer on any axis

this is russian roulette but with boys are you positive you Want That(tm)

[soubyou-blog]

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Perhaps it was stupid to wander. No, he was stupid — he’d known that for more than a thousand years now, and his only saving grace was that he knew how idiotic he was. It wasn’t like this place went anywhere; it wasn’t exactly the same as the mirror of the city he’d seen over and over, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think it had a way out, even though the maze of streets eventually began to shrink and smooth themselves over. Past that city, what would he find? Not an exit, maybe, but... it wasn’t like he had any reason to think it wouldn’t be dangerous, was it?

It didn’t matter, anyway. No, it didn’t matter. He kind of knew he’d lived his last death.

It takes him several minutes — maybe hours, maybe years, what did it matter? — for him to realise the city wasn’t smoothing itself over at all. On the contrary, it seemed to be disappearing only because it was crumbling — the skyscrapers that were so imposing, so powerful, so terrifying... becoming dust, chunks of steel and concrete that slice into his foot. He winces. Maybe that means that he’s still human.

The sun beats down, never setting. How long he walks for, he doesn’t know, but his body doesn’t need to stop — his real body, after all... well, even if he doesn’t want to think about it, he knows where that is too. Do you think... how long has it been, down there? Rather, had he finally been burnt into a crisp, and had anyone cried to see it, or maybe Hiyori —

“U-ugh.” It’s a fatal mistake. There was a reason he hadn’t stopped moving, he knows now, as the lapse in his thought makes him lose his footing on the uneven ground, the energy seeping out of him. What was he doing, seriously? He wasn’t going anywhere. He wasn’t ever going to go anywhere. He was dead. He closes his eyes, feeling the tears welling up — who he stops them for, he doesn’t know, even as he somehow lifts his head and then his torso. His body is dusty, blood trickling from his knee. You really are an idiot. When was he going to give up?

His eyes shift up to the sky and then across the landscape, when he realises something is different. Someone is different. Someone is here. He squints, narrowing his eyes at what looked like another part of the debris, at first glance. Wobbling, he gets to his feet, beginning to pick his way over without taking his eyes off what is slowly beginning to look like a silhouette, tiny within a mass of wires. His heart begins to pound. He thinks, stupidly, that he’s forgotten how to talk to people. He blinks, eyes stinging from the dust. Once, twice. His gaze catches a head. Black hair, and pigtails —

                                                                                           “Hiyori?”

It isn’t Hiyori. Of course, it isn’t Hiyori — what would he do if it was? What good would he have done then? Suddenly cold, uneasy, he brings his arms up to hug himself, coming to a stop and staring up at the contraption. It was definitely a girl, quite a bit older than the one at the forefront of his mind. He closes his mouth. Swallows. And wets his tongue. Of course, it was much harder to say any word that wasn’t that name. This time, his voice is quiet, cracked. “You... who are you?”

[soubyou-blog]

"Happy birthday, Kid," she grinned, following to give him a hardy smack-on-the-back for the second year in a row. Continuing her tradition of giving him electronics vastly incomprehensible to his country-folk (albeit, still developing) brain, she hands him a tiny, recent generation Tomagatchi. This shouldn't be /as/ hard to figure out, right? "I gave one a these to Hiyori-chan a few years ago, you can pair them up and play together." She gave him a subtle wink. "Have a good birthday, Hibi-chan."

“W-wah!” It’s impossible to suppress a yelp when confronted with such a forceful ‘pat’, one which is quickly followed by a raising of the head and an indignant, “Stop doing that! Jeez…!” Frowning, he rubs his back, disgruntled as he takes the gift. The expression intensifies, mixed now with confusion, and the growing feeling that this was far too girly a toy. It was one of those pet things, right? He’d seen Hiyori playing with hers, and the excited reactions of their classmates, he supposed, were enough to give it some semblance of cool.

That observation, coupled with Takane’s wink, is enough to make it way, way, way beyond cool — cheeks turning quickly beetroot, he shoves the gadget in his pocket, turning his face away as he stutters out a response. “S-so what?! It’s not like that means anything…!” He sighs. It’s not like Takane, of all people, would believe any lies he spat out in that vein. He scratches the back of his neck. “Thanks, Ene-san.”

It was embarrassing, in more ways than one. To still be thought of by those who saved him from loneliness, after all this time… well, they’d never know, how important that was.

[oikatzo]

tatatarata replied to your post “i know it can’t be helped if you’re just coping your problems with it...”

it's not an excusable method of coping if it negatively impacts others in the way this does. and regardless, it'll only hurt more when they come to "realize" they're not that character.

yeah, i’m saying it only can’t be helped early. one day, they have to step on back to reality, is what i believed, as long as they have that in mind i think it’s fine until they matured. i mean, i thought i was a magical girl back in elementary school? and that’s to cope with me being bullied, though i always have it in mind that i have to stay in reality thanks to my mom.

but most of the time, it would be too hard to step back to reality when it’s too late and it would just harm them. so yeah, i agree. it’s not excusable most of the time, if they won’t look at reality.

[hahaharuha-blog]

leans relaxedly into the felt-like material of the bus seat, smiling warmly towards his sleepy significant other whose head was comfortably propositioned against his chest, his arm cradling her lightly. “eheheh, takane’s so cute when she snoozes.” he thought to himself, gently booping her on the nose with the tip of his index finger.

[oikatzo]

what's your favorite harutaka moment?

AAAaaaa thanks for the ask mandi! Hmm, let’s see.

I gotta say the moment in the manga and novel where Haruka said that he won’t hate Takane no matter what is really, really adorable. In the manga, the scene afterwards with Takane smiling is just screaming out to me ‘TAKANE IS GODDAMN MOE’, made me fell in love with her all over again and it just shows how much they both cared about each other? I mean, obviously it’s clear when it came to Takane, but as for Haruka, he seems confident that he kept liking Takane, her first friend and crush, no matter what.

Also, for a more comedic one, I find that scene with Takane… entering the room while Haruka was half-naked, is really cute too.

When will HaruTaka get married, tbh