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DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

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i don’t know if it’s been done but how about the complete fuckboy who is so used to routine. he picks up who he wants, it’ll be easy and if he’s lucky they’ll put up a challenge but they end up in the alley or in the men’s room and he always has the courtesy of kissing them goodbye and never seeing them again. and it’s like every saturday, he’s at the bar and he spots a pretty girl and she looks the perfect amount of innocent (he’s not up for a challenge tonight)  but theres a bit of banter going and eventually she ends up in the backseat of his Jeep and when they’re done he’s leans in with a grin, memorized almost like a catchphrase, “thanks for the great sex babe” to kiss her goodbye but she turns her cheek at the last minute, offers him a sweet smile “cute. that was great sex for you?” and just like that the fuck boy’s been fucked and she’s smoothing her skirt down and disappearing out of the backseat and he needs to find her again, needs to prove her wrong and it’s almost obsessive the way he needs her and suddenly hes just like one of the many girls that chase after him following a mediocre one night stand. 

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like for a starter !

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ERIKO

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Eriko couldn’t imagine that Nanno ever had any fun by hanging out with her. She never spoke unless prompted, and even then, she spoke little. She didn’t look special in any way. She did well academically but never well enough to attract admiration nor spite from others. It was as though her body was made of mirrors - angular and awkward, something that one might bump into by accident but see nothing but your own confused reflection.

Even so, Nanno walked beside her, murmuring words of encouragement as they looked upon the roaring fire and the crackling paintings and sculptures within them. An impressionist study, its speckles of pastel colours melting into an acrid faecal brown, a cardboard rendition of a human skull cremated by the licks of fire. Eriko felt the heat from the furnace upon her cheeks, and touched her fingers upon them as though embarrassed. She turned to Nanno, her brows creasing because she failed to understand the glittering anticipation in her dark eyes. “I can’t, it’s too hot over there. Besides… it’s only old first year work. I did that myself once. It’s cathartic.” 

                  ⋇   n a n n o ⋇  :    she loved finding a spark, a little mouse who seemed oh so innocent. all she needed was a button. sometimes blaring red and other times it took a little bit of digging — but what are you truly susceptible to, eriko? don’t play so sweet and sly when underneath all human’s are truly capable of the same thing. all it took was a strike, she just had to find the right angle. however long it took. so yeah, she’ll smile brighter than she ever has, with eyes crinkling and shimmering with admiration, but it matters more of her reaction. like when nanno lets her touch linger on eriko’s hand. perhaps love would be the catalyst, or the EXCUSE for whatever bad behavior nanno could stir up.

                   ❝ eriko. ❞ she stops short, head tilting and lips curling to garner attention, ❝ you’re so confident. i could never be so brave. i thought ‘what if it isn’t even their artwork’ or ‘wouldn’t they regret losing their work’ but you seem so sure, i trust you. ❞  purses lips and exclaims upon further inspection. ❝ ah- ! isn’t that the girl who won the award last semester? hmm... you’re MUCH better than her. i wonder why you didn’t get it...❞ 

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OPEN TO : anyone !  college student / teacher  PLOT : you killed me last night (either on accident or not) & now i’ve mysteriously returned

                   ⋇   n a n n o ⋇  :    she’s innocent until proven right, able to smirk now as she sat beside them.  ❝  don’t be shy..  ❞  and from the haunted look in their eyes she knows they remember. ❝ i brought you the book you left at my house last night. ❞  a  c l u n k !  as she dropped it against their desk.

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plot call ?!

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' people don't appreciate what they have until it's gone ' 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣   𝙗𝙮    𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙮. 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨. 𝙗𝙞𝙤.

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& isn’t this body the perfect setting / for a horror movie? & isn’t it so full of blood?

— torrin a. greathouse, from “my gender is the-glowing-fluorescent-sign-on-a-motel-in-the-middle-of-fucking-nowhere-but-all-of-the-bulbs-are-blown-out-except-a-single-red-question-mark-flickering,” published in Vanilla Sex

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This here is me homunculus flesh puppet that me soul will transfer to in the event of me death. It’s got no soul insider it right now, so we keep it in a constant state a euphoria ter keep it from massacrin’ me customers.

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Cliffs Edge // Hayley Kiyoko

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J.R.R. Tolkien, The Unfinished Tales

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Nanno in Girl From Nowhere 2

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top 100 female characters:

2. nanno (girl from nowhere)

“in this beautiful world, everyone apologizes as if it’s some kind of tradition. if we make a mistake, we apologize, and even if we make the same mistake, we still apologize. this is humanity.”

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nanno icons

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So we meet again Nanno. So it’s you Yuri. Thank you for bringing me back to life, I really appreciate it. I’ll be learning the ropes from you in the meantime, if you don’t mind. There’s still so much I want to learn from a girl like you.

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beijinhos da Nanno ~~ 😷