elusiverose whispered:
Hello! Just wanted to say thank you for being a great inspiration to me! Your blog inspires me to continue to write and role play everyday, and I thank you for making my dash a pleasant dash to see everyday. Hope you have had a great Easter (even if you don't celebrate it), and I hope that you'll continue to have brighter days in the future! I hope we'll continue to have great times role playing.

LAUREN BABY THOSE ARE ALL MY LINES AHJDS;ASJKDFADLAS;DFAHFDDHFSDHKFSFS — YOU SWEETHEART I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Happy Easter to you, too, y’cutie~! Easter Bunny’s kawaii-ness ain’t got nothing when it comes to va-va-voom Lauren mkay mmmm yes —

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BUT FOR REAL AJKDSAHDA ROLEPLAYING WITH YOU HAS NEVER ONCE BEEN OVERBEARING OR BORING BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE AND CRY AND LAUGH AND FALL IN LOVE WITH YOUR LOVELY, LOVELY EVERYTHING. Thanks for being such a sweetheart to me all the time ahhh. You deserve all the love y’hear — have a beaaaautiful everyday!

azoriumcosmos whispered:
✍, ☠ [March 5th, anyone? B) ]

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✍ -- WHAT MY MUSE HAS WRITTEN ABOUT YOURS IN THEIR DIARY.

ENTRY XX ;; DATE XX/XX/XXXX

…Sometimes I question whether or not my guard’s slowly begun to lose its strength following the entrance of several jewels in my life. Had that male’s perception simply been that accurate? There seemed to be a mutual resonance that immediately put me at east. It put me in a state where I hadn’t once experienced that suffocating hesitance of raising my defense system. The mannerism of his speech, the accuracy of every action performed…—nothing triggered itself as suspicion. Nothing forced me to muster up an excuse and scurry off.

There is a confidence in his eyes that strikes my attention. And, yet again, I find myself wanting to preserve it, too. Perhaps the encounter wasn’t ordinary. Perhaps this is another one of the few encounters that’s bound to extend to a long-term story.

I hope I’m not jumping to conclusions.

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fuckingeatthecake:

.:✘:. Subway stations were foreign to him. It was something that he had ever seen until he came to the area. It was rare for him to see a car so to see something that was used for mass transportation was even stranger to him. It was something that would have been abandoned and left to rot. Yet here, it was fine to ride on. It must have been why he tended to get on the subway and ride it to different places. Just standing there and riding it like it was some kind of roller coaster. Yet this was what had left him to stay on longer than he should have. Exiting the subway he was left in an abandoned subway station. 

Unlike most people he wasn’t scared of being alone. He wasn’t scared of anything to be honest. Emotions were scarce within him until provoked in which it was rare. The pseudo-blond put his hands into his pockets as he walked down the area to locate an exit-and even if there was’t one he was going to make one. His dull eyes roamed the area as he looked for a door to open in case of something like this. 

As he roamed he had heard someone talk to him. A spike went up his spine as he heard her voice. It was nice to be alone and to not hear anyone. For he had a substantial irksome for people. Their voice, their presence, their eyes, everything had itched his skin to the point that he took it out violently on them.

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His doll-like eyes slowly looked over at the girl that had spoke towards him. He didn’t say anything towards her, but his doll, azure eyes stared at her to let her know that he knew that she was there. He then blinked and looked away to look over at the walls. A door caught the corner of his eye and he walked towards it. Stopping as he got there to see if there was any print-there wasn’t. It was just a door but it could get him outside. Reaching for the handle he pulled the door open to reveal a darkness surrounding stairs that lead down. Must be the only way-He thought as he started to walk down the stairs without as much as a thought to the girl or to using a flashlight to see. 

Ears had anticipated some sort of spoken response, especially considering the fact that his gaze shifted in a manner that acknowledged her own presence. Had he disregarded it as a figment of his own imagination? The murky air in this environment had been capable of inducing nausea; it wouldn’t be surprising if it altered an individual’s state of mind, depending on the time spent. Grey optics maintained their gaze even when the air succumbed to silence once more, but alas, the echoing of leather soles seemed to shift ahead of her.

Palms pressed upon dusty floors until she rose to a full length, hesitating for only a moment before commencing a brisk pace towards the male’s destination. Pale lips pressed as the darkness revealed itself before them, triggering a frail hint of fear deep, deep in her core. The scenery depicted one in those horror dramas she once viewed. It’d been anything but pleasant. Even with the constant reminder that a huge, concrete wall separated reality and fantasies, recalling any jump-scare or surprise failed to fuel motion into the muscles of her legs. Lids descended to a blink when her peripheral vision noticed the commencement of his pace once more. Heeled boots followed close, keeping their steps as silent as possible.

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Fingers fished for a source of light buried deep within the pockets of a pencil skirt. Albeit small, the phone’s light seemed to be sufficient enough to capture an area large enough for both their steps to be visible. Grey hues shifted once more to meet his own gaze. “…—I really wish we could’ve encountered another in a manner other than this situation, but…how about we — work together?”

Two heads did work better than one. That’d, hopefully, increase the chances of finding an escape route much faster than if they approached this method on their own. Lips released a long-awaited sigh following a risky step. How old had this place been? Even the stairs’d been in poor condition.

"The connection on my phone’s a little rusty, but…—is it alright on yours?"

They had to be around somewhere — right? So far he only had three eggs. This park wasn’t big, either; cheeks inflate with the air of frustration.

Only three more eggs were needed until victory was his.

Actually even doodled somethin’ for Vy-chan because I can and because I love her. ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) I remember you making that kawaii one last year and it’s saved in hard drive swoon~

Happy Easter, babe. ´・ᴗ・`

Dressing up for the sole purpose of making her baby happy.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate — here’s an early doodle in case internet crashes again. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ

TRACK NAME: Golden Time
ALBUM TITLE: Golden Time
ARTIST: 堀江由衣
PLAY COUNT: 14295

ikaidoru:

Title: Golden Time
Artist: Yui Horie
Album: TV Anime [Golden Time] OP&ED Single - Golden Time / Sweet&Sweet CHERRY

Message to: XX Subject: Give it back! Message Details: Give back my Pokedoll! You already took it once! Do you even know what it means to me!? Return it! Message Send? No ➤Yes

"Her — pocket-roll? Maybe even…pizza-roll… … …?” Well, autocorrect was interesting.

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[txt] I really wish I knew what a Pokedoll was. Everythin’ alright? What’s up?”

Anonymous whispered:
TXT: Remember to spike the drink so it knocks her out cold.

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[txt( ►_◄ )-c<*_*; ) ( ►_◄ )-c<*_*; ) ( ►_◄ )-c<*_*; ) except that’s gonna be a taser gun.