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Rubbing the back of his head, Michiro slowly picked himself up from the ground, grimacing as he tried to keep steady on his feet. Staring at.. well, what seemed to be a rather distressed looking girl, he began to quickly apologize, trying his best to avoid eye contact. Oh, boy. Just his luck. Save up all your money and then just lose it while simultaneously disrupting the people around him.

Nice.

Following the girl deeper into the crowd (and still a bit disoriented -- did... he hear the rustling of papers somewhere? Did she drop something too?), he tried to look around him, hoping to catch of glimpse of white fur on the ground. It couldn't have gone that far, could it? It fairly heavy, from what he knew. And it was, indeed, very noticeable. From what he knew, very big and noticeable things did not go far. So, it should be around. Right?

As he went around, Michiro began to lose more and more hope as time passed (with absolutely no sign of the toy). This was ridiculous. Of all things, how do you lose your sisters birthday gift? Especially like this? His face set in defeat, Michiro was just about to throw his hat on the ground before--

Crack.

Stopping in his tracks and lifting up his foot, Michiro stared at the binder he had stepped on, confused. This wasn't a big, stuffed rabbit he had just blew all his money on. This was a binder. That had papers. And findings. And, oh boy, were they complicated. Lifting the beaten-up binder (and attempting to stuff the fallen papers inside), he stared at the cover, hoping, praying, that it wasn't the the source of the rustling he had heard earlier.

He hoped "large, ugly shoe print on binder" was part of that girl's aesthetic.

"Um... ah.... is, is this yours? Hehe. Whaddya know. I found it on the ground."

The taller’s request — or more, demand — for assistance was met by nothing other than a quiet squeak of pain. Unfortunately, the person that he had, to use the term loosely, “bumped” into was none other than the already harried Hinatea Kudo. The two-inch thick binder that she had been carrying, full of research summations, hand-drawn diagrams, and semi-translucent scans of bone with carefully contemplated footnotes, went soaring through the air, only to land in some unidentified destination.

Truthfully, Hinatea had been hurrying rather recklessly through the pack of students. Due to the weather of the day, the chiropterologist had drawn her curtains to block out the morning sun, and consequently, found herself oversleeping. The three hours she had reserved at the student lab were quickly dwindling. In a flash, the girl had hastily pulled on her clothes, gathered her supplies, and hurried from her dorm. 

Now, she sat flat on concrete, trying to gather her bearings.

"… Nnn…"

When the pair of bright blue eyes flickered open to gaze upon her assailant, Hinatea visibly recoiled, as though he had struck out at her. She seemed to sink back into her own being while she stared at him. It was almost as though she hadn’t quite comprehended what he had spoken; however, within a moment, she nodded feverishly and began to clumsily scramble to her feet.

"Y-yes, ok-oka-okay, si-si-sir."

By just the range of his tone and the shock of the fall (and perhaps the addition of the scrambling panic she had been experiencing in the moments before), fear seemed to have struck deep into Hinatea’s heart. In truth, she didn’t even really know what she was looking for. It was… Soft, right? She remembered something soft essentially clotheslining her from the side. He didn’t look soft. Therefore, logically, whatever he wanted help in finding (he was looking for something, right?) must be soft. And relatively large, too.

Tripping over her own two feet, Hinatea departed her immediate surroundings, delving further into the crowd in search of what ever precious item had been made scarce.

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Hi guys! My name is Morgan, and in 2015, I’m going to be starting hormone replacement therapy, so I can finally feel comfortable in my own skin. However, as I’m sure you know, HRT is ridiculously expensive and insurance doesn’t cover it. That’s why I’m opening public commissions, so I can take at least some of the edge off of the costs!

Services I offer:

talksprites — $8.00 for pose + 5 expressions (additional expressions: $1.00)

full body OC references — $10.00, with magnifications on features of your choice

full art pieces/sidebar pieces — $5.00 to $15.00, depending on size and complexity (small examples) (I can do NSFW, but likely for an additional fee)

Please send commission requests to actualscience! I’ll have questions for you, too, and I’ll give out my PayPal information once I agree to take the job! 

Thank you!

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psst!

i made a blog for my police lady over at shsl-officer.tumblr.com so if you wanna rp with her... :0c feel free to hmu!

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[muffled rap music playing in the distance]

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[trisha voice] u were supposed 2 b watching the door

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pencil (i'm on mobile ;; ) pls wreck this child

WRECKS HIM BY DRAWIN HIM BADL

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Having been shut in his room all day, Michiro blearily trudged his way down the streets, having decided that it was high time that he took a nice, long, walk to shake off the laziness and fatigue that built up throughout the day. A nice, long, walk that was easier said than done.

Eyes half closed, he exhaled to himself, too exhausted to pay attention to the stores around him. His legs felt like lead; it seemed that Michiro had to use superhuman strength to even just move himself around, let alone walk. He didn't even really know why, really. To put it bluntly, he simply felt like shit.

Today was just one of those days, wasn't it?

About to turn the corner, Michiro stopped when he felt a slight tugging at his jacket. His face stuck in a scowl, he turned around, expecting to find a thief sticking their fingers in his pockets before his face was met with--

Oh.

Staring down at the girl, Michiro rubbed his eyes, incredulous of what she just said. Love at first sight? Confession? Well, he knew he was... well, attractive to some, but this! This was unexpected. Maybe this was the change of luck he needed to get his day going!

"Well, heck, why didn't ya tell me earlier! I mean, I've never seen y'in my life before, but this is a nice turn o'events--"

His words interrupted, he stopped, surprised for the second time today. Did she just... did she just lie about her feelings to get him to pose for a picture? Why, that might just be the most vile, evil, conniving thing that somebody had done to him this week. Or day. He couldn't really remember.

"Don't... don't play with my feelings like that..."

open season 3

The girl quietly sat on the ground, a sketchpad lying open in her lap. How dull-… Momoko’s cheek rested plainly against her hand as she seemingly people-watched, her eyes dancing from person to person. So many faces-… and not a single one is remotely interesting-..

Her gaze became somewhat lazy as she watched over the crowd, her expression growing rather indifferent. This was the life, huh? The inescapable fate of a stoic observer- Boredom as far as the eye could see. 

She blinked. Hmn? Momoko found herself sitting up straight as if startled by a sudden spark. Was this inspiration? She subconsciously reached for her sketchpad, her eyes focusing on one person in particular-…. and they just so happened to be walking away. 

Seriously? 

Without a second thought, the girl tried to pull herself off of the ground before accidentally tripping over her own feet. rekt Now on her knees, Momoko reached forward without hesitation, lightly grasping the fabric of the other’s clothing. 

"Ah-… hi there-.." She said, her voice soft despite her panic. "This may be sudden but-… I’m confessing my feelings for you-… because, I, ah, have been watching for a very long time and-… I can’t stay quiet any longer-" She bit her lip. "It was, uhm… love at first sight-" 

Momoko let out out a sigh. No, no, no- she couldn’t even meet their gaze- especially, not from the ground! I can’t do it-… this is too embarrassing. 

"Mn-.. no." She said, shaking her head. "No, I lied-… I am a complete liar. I just-… can’t you stay a little while longer?” Momoko gestured to her sketchpad. “You have an interesting bone structure.” 

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Heya, friend! I just want you to know that your art looks really neat, especially that one you did for ultimateanimaltraining! I really hope you aren't doubting your art skills and that you're having a wonderful day!

wh— wow!!  /)v(\  that’s really kind of you to say aaaa!

i hope you’re having a great day as well <3

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I made art of this person superdupergunslinger go checky the page, and tell me what do you thinky :3c

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✏ (only if you have time for it! <3 ; u ; )

<:’O!! love that nori tbh

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hey guys„, i keep seeing some people use ableist terms for a shsl talent, which makes me really sad !! so„ if you could all refrain from using terms such as psycho/insane/etc. in your oc’s titles, that’d be !! appreciated !!

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Grinning from ear to ear, the boy walked triumphantly towards the direction of the campus, unsteadily lifting up what seemed to be the biggest, most obnoxious, stuffed rabbit that you had the pleasure of seeing. Swaying a little from its weight, Michiro continued to parade around with the stuffed toy raised high to the skies, displaying its soft, gargantuan beauty for the world to see. Laughing, he spun the rabbit around, nearly losing his balance (and almost hitting a few people in the process).

Why the hell was he so happy?

Well, for one thing, he certainly wasn't moping about like the day before. And, well, his pockets were certainly less full than they were a few minutes ago. And, heh, he might have just netted a fantastic deal with a very disgruntled generous shopkeeper that had allowed him to buy his sister's, ah, birthday gift just on time. 

Pretty soon, Michiro rounded a bend, effectively parting the flow of people by bumping into nearly every person in front of him with the rabbit. Oblivious to the events around him he grinned, happily whistling (off-tune) to himself.

"Aww, hell yeah. Reiko's gonna be so damn happy when I bring home this--"

His words interrupted, Michiro seemed to bump into a person a little too hard this time. His rabbit flung into the air and him knocked to the ground, Mish watched in horror as his newly-earned stuffed toy disappeared into oblivion, obscured by the crowd.

What. What.

Facing the person he had bumped into, he swallowed back a string of profanity, and looked back towards the direction where the animal had flew. Shaking with (was it anger? disappointment? fear of where all his money had gone?), Michiro spoke under his breath, his face locked in an expression of dread.

"Help.... me..."

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Can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships? I’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)

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would anyone like to thread with me? ; o ;

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meme; things I like to know about rp partners

I came up with this based on things I love to know about RP partners! ;; Feel free to reblog and fill in your own answers-- or don't. Shh. Love me.

               FILL IN: 

I like to be called: annie (or mighty?? idek) My favorite color is: wuh... lime green? it changes a lot ; v ; Gender: cis female One thing you should know about me: i'm an actual potato. also, i'm a bit reserved with people i haven't met before, so apologies! One thing you should know about my muse: he's attached to his ushanka First language: english

                   HIGHLIGHT:

Age range: under 13 | 14-17 | 18-22 | 23-25 | 26-29 | 30+ Am I okay with NSFW? Yes | pls spare me | Sometimes I have: one | more than one muse(s).   My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | other OC friendly? Yes | No | Depends RP blog does | doesn’t contain OOC posts.

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if it's alright? ; o ; ☱

Shh!! It’s always fine <33 I like doing these!

Leave a ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

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Hey! It’s that thing nobody asked for: my commission post!! 

I don’t have a dying need a money, but there are people who do, so I’m really just going to use the money I get to commission others for whatever cause that they have!

Because I’m sure you people are DYING to just throw money at my face, I’ll cut to the chase…

R U L E S

I will have three slots open for now, since I’m really new to this commission thing and I have some intense school shenanigans happening. Keep in mind I place tumblr community below school, family, and sleep on my list of priorities! It will take as long as it takes to finish what you commission. 

If you commission something, that takes up one slot. If you pay for the sprite pack, that will take up one slot, and you cannot occupy any more slots until I finish the initial one! 

For the pin ups, what I set as the price based on the complexity of your character is what you must pay. If you have a certain amount you can pay, I’ll try to bend to that! (So please be honest with me! ;A;)

Sorry, but you have to pay up front! I’ll show you what I have when I finish, and if something isn’t quite right, you can ask me to change it.

For the busts, I don’t have to have a background color or a URL and I can make it transparent, if you want.

No more than 18 sprites can be commissioned for a single character.

And.. I think that’s everything! Thanks a lot, and I hope you’re interested! If we’re mutuals, we can talk about it over Skype. If we’re not just send an ask and we can go from there!!

Thanks again!!