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A brief, unsettling silence hangs in the air, a silence so complete that even the crickets fall quiet for a moment. Then, an unfamiliar voice cuts through the stillness. A single bead of sweat traces a slow path down Riko's temple as her body trembles. With hesitant hands, she raises the flashlight and turns toward the sound. The beam pierces the darkness, but instead of offering comfort, it casts an eerie glow on Jorō, slightly bleaching their features and giving them an otherworldly pallor — much like a ghost emerging from the shadows.

The shriek that tears from her throat is so piercing it sends every nearby creature scattering into the night. In a frantic attempt to flee, the young woman spins around only to trip over a thick, gnarled root lurking just beneath the underbrush. With a graceless thud, she lands straight on her ass. And yet, amid the panic, a single comforting thought surfaces from the depths of her mind: her irrational fear of the supernatural might finally pay off. After all, she came prepared! Ridiculously so. Tucked in her backpack was an improvised ghost-fighting kit: a vial of holy water ordered from a dubiously credible ghost-hunting website, a pouch of salt to create protective barriers or scare the entity away, a handful of beans (just in case it was an oni haunting the area), several paper talismans blessed by local priests and so on. Half of it might be nonsense, but right now, nonsense is all she has.

Rummaging inside her backpack and trusting her hands to find the most effective weapon in her arsenal to deal with this situation, green eyes are locked on the mysterious figure, dead set on never leaving them out of their sight. She's vigilant and, hopefully, ready to counter whatever this cryptic menace is ready to unleash upon her. The more Riko stared, though, the more she began to make out clearer features. Eyes and mouth. Arms and legs. Skin tone. Clothes. " Wait a min. Yer just a regular, plain ol' human, not a ghost. " She exhales, half in relief, half in exasperation. " Man, to think I was aboutta throw salt at'cha. " A joke to scroll off what remained of the scare. She then plants one hand on the earth, fingers digging into the dirt for leverage as she pushes herself up.

" Well, uh ... Yeah. The reason why I am here is pretty stupid, though I can laugh in my friend's face when I tell 'em their ghost stories were just a buncha bullcrap, hah ! "

It wasn't like they had anything better to do – for the past twenty minutes or so, Jorō's attention had been on the thud-thud-thudding of their sledgehammer onto wooden posts. It was that blur of a silhouette in their periphery that had drawn their gaze towards the dirt path and into the treeline.

How odd.

They're tailing the hiker before they know it, leaving a good distance between the two of them to avoid drawing her attention. The grasses flicker under their silent footsteps, getting longer, more unruly as they cross into woodland territory. The approaching evening chill has Jorō drawing their fluttering cloak into themselves, but as they catch sight of the apprehension on her face, the spark of curiosity soon takes the shape of something else – a squint of their eye, a curl of growing mischief apparent in their smile and the way their head craned 'round the trees, keeping track of her as they lurk behind.

The golden hue of sunset is long gone now. Jorō now lingers in close proximity to the backpacker, whose once determined strides into the woods crumble into a hushed tension, waiting for someone – something – to lunge at her. Jorō is just as tense as she is, but for entirely different reasons; every nerve in their body wants to do just that, to scare the living daylights out of her and send her hightailing it... but they don't. Instead, the impish bastard decides that prolonging the dread is funnier, and lies in wait.

Well, until a rustle sends her whirling around, and with a torch in hand, she—

—points it at the wrong bush entirely.

It takes Jorō all of their willpower to not let a laugh slip and they nearly choke themselves on the effort. Crouched behind a particularly stout tree, they watch her point an accusatory beam of light to a mass of shrubbery right behind her. They figure it best to not to move, but as she remains adamant on revealing the plant's true identity – or... not? Her wording is conflicting – Jorō ends up opting for a more relaxed lean against the tree they sought cover behind. The night is as melodic as ever.

"You look a little lost there."

Their words leave them in wisps of fog, though the air barely reached past a simple chill. They nestle their head against the fronds of the epiphytes sprawled across fissured bark, with a toothsome grin that paints faint dimples into their cheeks. From the frayed hiker's point of view, it's as if Jorō's appeared out of thin air.

"Isn't it quite late for a hike around these parts?"

The air smells vaguely of dried herbs and warm bread.

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Coming back in with birthday wishes to one of JC's besties. Hey @noramatsu ! Happy birthday to Karina, the girlie ever!!

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dont care. didnt ask. boobs jiggle when i walk.

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trying to reassure myself that i can draw more than just ichi n jyushi lmao

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does anyone wanna do some gay bullshit to me

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i wanna write karina so bad............. but who is she without her besties .................

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okay, let's get this circus started. drop a ♡ on this post and i'll come bother you in dms to discuss about potential threads !

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Karamatsu had, admittedly, miscalculated his timing. The adrenaline and thrill of talking to (as far as he's concerned) one of the most stunning women on planet earth had made him forget that real life wasn’t an action movie, where everything conveniently happens at night. Considering Tzeruya’s line of work, there was a good chance she hadn’t gotten nearly enough sleep to perform at her best, if she’d managed to sleep at all.

He clears his throat. " ᵂ⁻ᵂᵉˡˡ — ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ, ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ…" It’s a feeble attempt to recover from his blunder, his voice barely louder than a whisper, far too soft to even reach Ruya’s ears. Despite his bizzare request, she goes along with it anyway. Needless to say, he freezes right on the spot: did she just accepted his offer ? Was that a yes !? A yes from a real, living and breathing drop-dead gorgeous girl !?!? For a moment, he goes catatonic. His brain stalls. His heart forgets how to beat. The reality of what he just heard doesn’t quite compute as it clashes too hard with the endless rejections he’s grown used to collecting. After the initial shock, he scambles to quickly compose himself, adjusting the semi-wet leather jacket in a vain attempt to regain his painful bravado so that his "charms" can keep her interested in whatever he's about to blurt out next. " It is only fitting " A declaration made after striking a dramatic pose, " for the fair maiden to set the terms of our true musical debut. " He spins yet again, his goofy smile widening more and more; those muscles are probably going to start hurting pretty soon.

" Only then! We'll be granted the chance to sing the truth in our hearts and—" Her firm handshake brings him back to reality, thankfully cutting off another of his signature over-the-top monologues. " Mh, of course. Right after you. I am a gentleman, after all ✨ "

There's a part of her that's tired. Beaten down by work and the life she'd already tried to live. That part was yelling at her to leave while this guy was monologuing in her general direction so she could go home and get some sleep.

The other part, though.

It was charmed, if feeling a bit piteous. She remembered being bright eyed and lead around by her heart. Remembered looking for any connection or leg up she could find.

Ah. That's where she recognized him from.

He'd come to audition, bright eyed and shaking in his goofy leather boots, then proceeded to choked in front of everyone. It had been kind of cute at the time. But mostly kind of sad. Poor thing.

Still. "Karaoke. . ? It's 11 in the morning." It was asking a bit much. And yet despite that she can't help the relinquishing sigh she heaves. Damn her soft heart.

"Fine. But I get to pick the karaoke place and you have to swear you'll be satisfied after 3 songs." Because as cute as the idea of meeting 'another lost soul' was, she was not letting some stranger get her to a secondary location of their choice. Not that he cut an imposing silhouette to begin with but there was no point in taking potentially life endangering chances. "After that I need to go home. Deal?"

She takes his outstretched hand and gives it a firm shake before turning on her heel to walk off. "Try to keep up." Is all she bothers to say as she begins to navigate through the moening crowd.

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Her laid back attitude is completely thrown out of the nearest window when Ruya's fingers coil around a strand of her hair with a playful purpose. Riko feels her body stiffen, a sharp shiver racing down her spine as her freckled cheeks betray her with a deepening blush. Thoughts (far too many, and most wildly inappropriate) start to spiral in her head when a kiss is planted upon it, each one more dangerous than the last if she has any hope of preserving their friendship. So she plays it cool. Or tries to.

Leaning forward on the counter, she lets a cocky smirk tug at her glossy lips, her voice coming out a little higher than usual but still steady enough to fake it.

" Ha-ha! Well ! You’re not the first gal who’s told me so. Guess I'm just that charming ~~ " The forced laughter does hint that maybe she doesn't exactly think so, or that Tzeruya might be indeed one of the first girls being so openly flirtatious with her. The details are not important right now, what matters is the delicious-looking free drink in front of her.

" Wait, for real !? Nice! " Riko fistbumps the air, a mischievous spark in her eyes. " I gotta come visit waaay more often, then. " She flashes her friend one last, big grin before taking a drawn out sip out of her flower beer. " Ugh, it's like — I'm not paid enough for the hours AND extra hours I do sometimes. Retail is retail, you know? But still, at least it pays the mortgage. "

A gentle hand comes down to twirl a lock of Riko's hair, listening absently as she chats. It was always nice seeing her, it made the work day more bearable. And, fortunately, it was slow, most of the big patrons already occupied with the girl of their choice, so she could linger and talk as much as she wanted.

"I guess I do like seeing you. You're nicer than my other customers." A smile, a soft and playful thing, given just for Riko in this little moment.

"Cuter, too." The singer leans down to press a kiss to the hair trapped in her fingers before turning away, waving more with her fingers than her hand. "Don't go anywhere~"

A glass is set down on the table before long, darker in color than the usual beer given as their cheapest option with a nice foamy head. Tzeruya smiles again, sliding it in front of Riko with a single finger. "This one's on the house. Since you came all this way to see me."

"So, tell me, what has my favorite troublemaker been getting up to? Boss still dragging their feet about paying you?"

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Why would a NEET like him even be up before 7am anyway? The answer became painfully obvious once you factored in the devastating heat and the deafening snoring of the five grown men he was cursed to share a room with. Sleep wasn’t just elusive, it was impossible. Choromatsu let out a weary sigh, his eyes glancing between the overwhelming spread of breakfast options and his pocket change nestled in his personalized Nyaa-chan coin purse: truly a pathetic display. Faced with too many choices and not nearly enough yen, he lingered far too long at the counter, agonizing over which item would satisfy his protesting stomach the most.

Just as he was about to place his order, a blur of motion crashed into him at full speed. Choromatsu barely had time to react before he was knocked clean off his feet, his Nyaa-chan pouch and the pitiful handful of yen it held were sent flying. He hit the ground with a groan, limbs sprawled and ego bruised. Dizzy and sore, he blinked up in confusion only to catch a glimpse of the stranger scooping something off the floor. His coin purse.

" OI! THAT’S MINE—GIVE IT BACK!! " The third eldest shrieked, voice cracking with indignation. On pure instinct, he grabbed a nearby tray and hurled it like a frisbee of justice. It soared… but missed spectacularly. " YOU ASSHOLE!! " He screamed, but it was too late. The thief had already vanished, taking both his breakfast money and what was left of his dignity with him. What he did leave behind, though, was a purse. The young man picked it up right after hearing a call for help not too far away from where he was standing. " Uh, sorry ... I heard you saying— I mean, is this yours? "

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🖤— Jane was at a public food court to try and relax after one of her big book signings. After greeting so many of her fans she was very tired, and it wasn’t even after 7am!! The food court was selling breakfast of all kinds. Which was good, but it was kind of overwhelming. Everything you could think of was being sold from all directions. Seeing all this gave Jane anxiety, but surely she would be okay.

Deciding on getting some pancakes, Jane walked up to the counter and placed her order. Then held onto her tray and took it to go sit down. Placing the tray on the small table, Jane went to go sit down and eat her food. Letting out a big sigh, she picked up her fork and went to cut into her pancakes.

It was then that her eyes went to look at her purse that she had stupidly left behind when she walked up to the counter moments before— it was missing!!

Standing up, Jane looked around frantically. Her purse had all her money in it!! As well as her makeup and her phone.

“Hey!! My purse is missing!!”

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i dont have much work to do today so im gonna start writing some replies heheheh :3c

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me reading straight up pornography: hmm… this one just doesn’t have enough accurate character psychoanalysis to get me off

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“Hot and bothered” in the sense that it is 90 degrees out and I am extremely annoyed

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Vintage Moschino Fall 1989 Leather Jacket with Floral Appliqué Details

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🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

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@furusato-homestead & 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐨.

This is idiotic. Ridiculous. And a dozen other synonyms for "stupid" that Riko’s panicked brain can’t quite compute right now. It's too busy keeping her senses sharp and her nerves stretched thin now that darkness is descending steadily over the outskirts of Akatsuka, draping the landscape in a cold, dusky blue. Owls begin their haunting calls, and crickets chirp in chorus, serenading the oncoming night.

Riko, however, finds no comfort in this melody. Whispers have spread about creatures that defy logic and reality, they're said to wander these parts when the sun goes down. That's why she knows she shouldn't be here. But a bet is a bet, and Riko is no sore loser.

With only a flashlight in hand and a backpack filled with the bare essentials, she sets out to prove what she’s always believed: the supernatural is nothing more than a myth! For mostly the sake of her mental heal — WHAT WAS THAT NOISE !? Turning on her heels, a shaky hand directs the torchlight towards a suspicious amalgamation of vegetation.

" Uhm ... A-anyone there... ? Y-ya better not move another inch o-or I'll kick yer ass !!! "