IN YOUR ARMS. (ap)

[toxicresearch]

'do you think i look alright... ?' self conciously do they push some stray raven hairs behind their ear, staring at their feet. it's a simplistic dress, of a most pale blue color - strangely matching with their pale skin & dull eyes. 'shinamonokuma isn't really the bear - st with fashion, & im so used to that suit... are you sure i'm not too ugly for this... ? it's so pretty, & im so... well... '

❝DON'T FINISH THAT THOUGHT, Shinamonokuma!! You are PERFECT, no matter what anyone says, always remember that!!❞

Her abrupt interruption of the other's sentence was as a means for the both of them to not think. It pained them both to think about Shinamonokuma. For Shina, it was nothing but a tyrade of self-hatred, inflicted upon them by people they had no choice but to listen to. The toxicologist knew this, but...did her own words fall on deaf ears because they were shallow? Did Shinamonokuma think that she didn't mean what she said to them? Fine. She'd say them a hundred or a thousand more times, just so long as she could be selfish and see their beautiful smile. That's one of the reasons she fell in love with them. They smiled so beautifully...Her hands gently reached their face, holding them softly so they could look into her eyes. The dress they wore, complimented their eyes, just as she anticipated. The sight itself was enough to make her melt then and there, how did she get this lucky? She'd have to ask that after they were comfortable in the dress. Standing on her tiptoes, she placed a gentle peck to their cheek, pulling away with a smile forming in place of the disapproving look before. As long as she could breathe air, they would not by any means, be able to believe the lies that they were told by their demons.

❝SHINA-KUN, you are absolutely lovely in whatever you wear. That's because you ARE beautiful, inside and out. Never, ever FORGET that.❞

[cinnabears-deactivated20170425]

it is 2 am this draw the squad drawing represents m current feel especially shina

ft @wcrthlss | @toxicresearch | @h8tman

[toxicresearch]

SHE KINKSHAMED HIM IM SCREAMING

TRU BAD GUY CHRISTINE

[viperyean-blog]

       “NAH.         I mean,    I could…    but why the hell  SHOULD  I,   you understand?    I was just yanking your chain,    y’know?    Getting your hopes up for…  whatever research you’re doin’,   so I could just  CRUSH  it.   And   abuse you in the process.  But hell,  if you’re looking for  REAL  poison,  why don’t you get out there and find it your   OWN    damn self?  Asking for help’s  pathetic.”

[toxicresearch]

‘I SEE, I WAS BEING FOOLED. Am I SUPPOSED to feel pain? Or maybe you MEANT to make me cry and return home to someone that could nestle me in their arms? My humblest pardons, sir, I'm so AFRAID that your feeble plan at some sadistic pleasure failed miserably. As for asking for help, I suppose you are correct. PLEASE, pardon my sudden philosophical and misanthropic words, aren’t all humans pathetic in their own way? I am pathetic because I require ASSISTANCE, and you are pathetic because you have a DISGUSTING kink. It’s in our nature to be pathetic creatures, just as it’s in our nature to have a plethora of other natures.’ 

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

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[toxicresearch]

friendly announcement that christine is not too pretty (or she doesnt think she is) & she wears quite a bit of makeup as a means to cover herself. she also hates her existence & everything surrounding it. the only thing she cares about are her classmates

[toxicresearch]

"goodbye"

Sharp agonizing coughs. Luck finally ran short for her; death was a cruel love indeed. He always snatched away the happy ones to hold in his cold claws, even though he always promised not to. Why did he let her mother wrong her so? She finally obtained the love and happiness of a class, she finally felt safe with people who cared for her and people she cared for...yet here she was, clutching her chest as pain shot through her body. She had no idea who she was calling, who in the class would answer? Playtime took place at ungodly hours... Despite this, she had to say goodbye, or at least find a classmate who would pass her message onwards.‘I-I'M SORRY TO C-CALL SO LATE... I'm SO sorry... IT'S PAINFUL... I'm so SORRY but my time is up... Watch the class for me, PLEASE... ’Groans of pain echoed off the walls of the empty white room she holed herself in as her fits of coughing worsened, blood spewing past her lips as she felt her time ending. Tears spilt past her eyes as her friends were left on her mind, how she wouldn't be able to watch them all smile as they graduated from Hope's Peak Academy. As they all went ahead in life. She would be buried in the back with Stephanie's other experiments. She'd never watch everyone smile as a class...all she'd be was a lump of cold meat shrewdly thrown to an abyss, and there was no way for her to convey her love to her class... 

Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

[waldaunikolaj]

Favorite Quotes (The Song of Achilles)

[misshotaru]

by  プナノ on twitter

[sailor-moon-rei]

by  手暮ケイ

[senshi-moon-empire]

Send me ‘Mom’ and a question and my character’s Mom will answer it.

[toxicresearch]

Death was God’s creation in the beginning. Man naturally fears him. Dark toxins rotted his flesh away, leaving nothing but pure white bone. Should his lips connect with the victim’s, Death will release a poison unknown to nature.  Did she fear death? No. Had Death given her that final kiss, she would be all the more happier; she’d be free to bloom like the irises in early spring. Yet, Death was a figure who worked all on his own. His lips were laid on the girl’s life, indeed. But she did not die. Death had merely killed the old, cold, emotionless her, and crafted a woman with a desire to live and love. 

                 Death had certainly created a master piece.

[viperyean-blog]

@toxicresearch   liked for a starter.

        “SO     –      you need anything  else  out of me?      OR DID THAT VENOM SATISFY   your scientific needs,    hm?    I mean,    SURE,    maybe it wasn’t exactly what y’asked for,    but verbal venom   is just as friggin’  POISONOUS,   ain’t it?”

[toxicresearch]

‘If that is what you wish to call it, I thought you were too cruel for no reasoning. Despite not knowing what my research would have to do with your ‘verbal venom’, as I am a toxicologist, meaning that I need CONCRETE evidence of toxins and the like. Your example of verbal abuse did give me a better understanding of humans. Since you personally cannot help me, would you be capable of introducing me into people who are CAPABLE of showing me a concrete example of MY type of toxin?’

[wcrthlss-blog]

❛  u - ueda - san, there you are…  ❜  truth be told, sayu was slightly scared of her. the quiet ones,   ;    likes of her,    lamb of the kind soul    and    FRAGILE TEARS,    were mysterious. alas she was unaware of such fact   -     perhaps t'was why she was so    introvert all these years.    a hand hesitantly pulled away,  purple    /    o so tired  eyes staring at her   BELOVED CLASSMATE.   ❛   i.. was told to find you… t - the class is about to begin..  if you would p - please   forgive     my   sudden arrival.  ❜   /    @toxicresearch

[toxicresearch]

STOP FOCUSING ON THESE BRATS YOU CALL FRIENDS AND WORK ON YOUR 'CONTRIBUTION' TO OUR 'GAME'. I hold you on a leash. You are my property. Stop being hard headed, listen. Human emotions are blockers for you, look out the transparency of the glasses I've prov- CHRISTINE, CHRISTIE-KUMU, MISTRESS, COME ON!! CLASS IS ABOUT TO BEGIN!! Violet eyes slowly closed, clenching every so often as the scratching of her pen against paper stopping as her foot tapped against the rest of the stool as she tried to sort Stephanie's words from her classmates' words. The more she tried to make sense of her brain, the more the words would smash together and meld funny, guilt mixing with rapture. Hearing footsteps approaching her, she clenched her fist tighter and tighter, her nails digging into the palms of her hands. When the voice spoke, her ears twitched on instinct, taking note of the voice. Sayu...was she a distraction too?  ‘Oh yes. Class WILL begin in a few MINUTES… I apologize. I had a long night last night, and I suppose I am still in need of REST.’

Send 'May I have a kiss?' and my muse will kiss your muse no matter who they are.