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[cloudedblades]

"Meet the guy with the world's largest (and most inconvenient) sword!"

see this is why i put that tag there

[unlovedhound]

(*^▽^*) o((*^▽^*))o ꉂꉂ ( ˆᴗˆ ) ง ˆᴗˆ )ว ok but real talk: your muse is literally the coolest?? like. i'm so intrigued by her i don't even really read manga but i'm probably going to pick up Immortal Hounds soon. keep it up, man!!

(*^▽^*) if you like my museo((*^▽^*))o if you like my writingꉂꉂ ( ˆᴗˆ ) if you’ve ever wanted to get the know the munง ˆᴗˆ )ว if you’ve ever wanted to get to know my muse

omg th ank you so much ;w; AND YES PLEASE READ IT… it IS… SO GOOD.

You keep up the amazing Tadashi too. I’m so glad that he lives on through yoU

[grandeking-blog]

☆ friday nights. // closed.

      Fingers smoothed across his temples as Oikawa tried to make sense of the foreign language that was called pre-calculus. Endless grids and those curvy integral brackets were enough to drive him mad. While he may have been king of the court, Oikawa was certainly not a king of anything when it came to schoolwork -- especially math. 

     And that’s why he was stuck here, in mandatory tutoring hours, with whiz-kid, Tadashi Hamada. Brown eyes glanced over at his tutor, whose lips were moving, speaking, trying to explain how slopes or something did this and that; but all Oikawa could hear were dulled mumbles. He wasn’t paying attention at all. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want to: Tadashi was a nice guy. I mean, he had been putting up with him for the past few weeks. And that took a lot of patience. But...

      Oikawa quickly looked up at the clock just when Tadashi looked down to glaze over the textbook. Another half hour of this torture; Oikawa pouted. He needed to end this, now. It was a Friday night, for crying out loud! Tadashi was a college kid, after all. Didn’t he have better things to do than teach teenage jocks? 

     And that’s when it hit him.

    “Hey, senpai.” Arms stretched themselves across the table as Oikawa bent his head down, letting the tip of his chin rest against the wooden surface. He was getting cozy, readying his detour in hopes of avoiding math altogether. “What’s college life like? Y’know, like activity clubs, sports bars...speed dating...” Tadashi was a smart guy, that was proven fact. But as for his hobbies? Well, that was a mystery. And Oikawa was curious -- and also looking for a nice escape from homework.

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[engekibushacho]

He’s been here before. Literally a thousand selections for one thing, all marketed at different prices and ...Hori stands in the middle of an aisle, arms full with cables he trudges through the store looking this way and that for assistance. Customer service is the entire walk across the store, and the tallest shelves are too tall to see over. 

“In need of a little help here!” He calls out from behind his stock and with the ceilings so high, sound should carry - but the few workers working summer hours here were probably gathered back in the break room. 

“Talk about customer service.” He grumbles, navigating his way to the cale aile that never ends.

He wanted to know which ones were the best for his purposes, but without if he had to take the pile to the register he would. 

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[servanos-blog]

I'M LAUGHING OMG I JUST NOTICED THAT AFTER I SENT IT. and then i was sitting there like. "wait." ANYWAY. hc + animals!

OMG...BUT YEA Deemo loves animals. Not only are they rad as hell but he also likes that verbal communication isn't necessary to interact with them. He'd probably work at an animal shelter if he had the chance. His favorite animals are cats, hands down. He's pretty much well on his way on owning a bunch of strays in his hut.

[servanos-blog]

hc!

aaa...it needs to be paired with a word in order for me to make a hc of said word! sorry ;w;

[kutsujoku]

      ⊰ ⋄ ⊱ A harsh wind blew through the city, the feeling it left behind leaving Ookurikara displeased as it was insanely hot and humid. He felt drenched without being wet. It was disgusting. 

      To make matters worse, a sweaty hat had blown off of the head of the person ahead of him and hit him directly in the face. Agitation swamped him as he quickly swiped it off of his person and held it out to the other, “What even is the point of wearing something that’s not going to stay on your person.”

[sinisternocturne]

“You’re quite the escape artist.”

“Well, I don’t like to boast.”