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[cyclicalluck]

“I just don’t understand. How could this possibly real?” Komaeda couldn’t wrap his head around it. He couldn’t fathom Kamukura possibly feeling that way about him. No! No no no no no! This was all wrong! It wasn’t supposed to be like this. it’s supposed to have just been Komaeda pining for the impossible and keeping it hidden until he dies in a few years! Not this! “How could you possibly... why?”

“It... it was just supposed to be one-sided... There’s no way you could return them. I don’t get why you would! It... it doesn’t make any sense.”

Another world! ((Izuru. Have you noticed my hardcore bias yet?))

Criminals AU

Kamukura laughed with a wicked undertone in his voice as he tugged the bag over his shoulder. Bank Robbery…This was the third time this month that he had pulled off something like this. Causing people to panic..It truly was something that he loved. It was one of the things that caused the boy to feel anything anymore.. He had grown up with Komaeda after he took him in from the streets. They instantly bonded; they were two of a kind. Young, lacking in family, and lacking in motivation.There were just two differences, Komaeda had inherited everything he needed from his family, and Kamukura was also lacking a name. Komaeda suspected that due to all the trauma he had experienced, both physically and mentally, he had forgotten everything about himself…. Kamukura could never accept mooching off of Komaeda, however. It never felt like he earned that.. So when he told Komaeda he would support himself, Komaeda foolishly believed him. It never really surprised Komaeda that Kamukura would come home with his own food, he was a very talented boy, but it all fell apart when he came home..with too much. Not only did he have food for himself, he also had..Jewelry, something he obviously couldn’t have afforded with just a simple job. Komaeda made Kamukura confess to being a crook, but Komaeda felt sympathy for him after hearing that was the only thing he enjoyed anymore..and that’s when it started. That day forth, they promised to work together, committing some of the most heinous of crimes.

“Hurry, Nagito, the police will surely arrive any second now!” With the dying urgency in his voice, it was apparent that their crime was nearly over for the day. He ran out of the bank, not caring how many police cars might have been outside. There were none, of course, but he still had to move quickly. He slid his handgun out of it’s holster and went dashing down the streets as people began pulling out their phones, filming his mad-dash to safety. 

[cyclicalluck]

Starter for heartfulprincess

@heartfulprincess

For the longest time Komaeda thought he would never adjust to being at Hope’s Peak Academy. Surrounded by all these Super High School Levels in a school brimming with hope? There was no way he could get used to something like that, right? Surprisingly he did, although it appears that the school had yet to get used to him. His luck successfully ostracized him-- nobody quite forgave him for the time he was looking for a book in the library and every last shelf fell over in succession in the process -- but it was no matter. They were all above him, so he was unworthy to be an accepted member of the community.

“Hm... I could have sworn I left it here... well, if it’s not here in the library maybe I lost it in the dining area”

[cyclicalluck]

Starter call

hella late for this but y’know what here we go

[cyclicalluck]

I’m sorry, what? Komaeda thought, his face having completed his transformation into a tomato. No. No that, can’t be right. You can’t be asking that, why would you ask that? There’s no way, no way no way no way no way no way you love me that’s absolutely impossible, you can’t possibly mean that it’s absolutely impossible impossible impossible “impossible impossible impossible--” 

Komaeda muttered the word under his breath, over and over completely unaware he was saying it out loud. It was as if Kamukura wasn’t right there in front of him.“No this is all impossible right? This is some kind of illusion right? Right? Am I asleep? Because there’s no way this is happening no way, why would anyone-- why would you love--” me...? At that point he realised he was talking out loud.

“I’m sorry”

Another world! ((Izuru. Have you noticed my hardcore bias yet?))

Criminals AU

Kamukura laughed with a wicked undertone in his voice as he tugged the bag over his shoulder. Bank Robbery…This was the third time this month that he had pulled off something like this. Causing people to panic..It truly was something that he loved. It was one of the things that caused the boy to feel anything anymore.. He had grown up with Komaeda after he took him in from the streets. They instantly bonded; they were two of a kind. Young, lacking in family, and lacking in motivation.There were just two differences, Komaeda had inherited everything he needed from his family, and Kamukura was also lacking a name. Komaeda suspected that due to all the trauma he had experienced, both physically and mentally, he had forgotten everything about himself…. Kamukura could never accept mooching off of Komaeda, however. It never felt like he earned that.. So when he told Komaeda he would support himself, Komaeda foolishly believed him. It never really surprised Komaeda that Kamukura would come home with his own food, he was a very talented boy, but it all fell apart when he came home..with too much. Not only did he have food for himself, he also had..Jewelry, something he obviously couldn’t have afforded with just a simple job. Komaeda made Kamukura confess to being a crook, but Komaeda felt sympathy for him after hearing that was the only thing he enjoyed anymore..and that’s when it started. That day forth, they promised to work together, committing some of the most heinous of crimes.

“Hurry, Nagito, the police will surely arrive any second now!” With the dying urgency in his voice, it was apparent that their crime was nearly over for the day. He ran out of the bank, not caring how many police cars might have been outside. There were none, of course, but he still had to move quickly. He slid his handgun out of it’s holster and went dashing down the streets as people began pulling out their phones, filming his mad-dash to safety. 

[cyclicalluck]

I’m sorry, what? Komaeda thought, his face having completed his transformation into a tomato. No. No that, can’t be right. You can’t be asking that, why would you ask that? There’s no way, no way no way no way no way no way you love me that’s absolutely impossible, you can’t possibly mean that it’s absolutely impossible impossible impossible “impossible impossible impossible--” 

Komaeda muttered the word under his breath, over and over completely unaware he was saying it out loud. It was as if Kamukura wasn’t right there in front of him.“No this is all impossible right? This is some kind of illusion right? Right? Am I asleep? Because there’s no way this is happening no way, why would anyone-- why would you love--” me...? At that point he realised he was talking out loud.

“I’m sorry”

Another world! ((Izuru. Have you noticed my hardcore bias yet?))

Criminals AU

Kamukura laughed with a wicked undertone in his voice as he tugged the bag over his shoulder. Bank Robbery…This was the third time this month that he had pulled off something like this. Causing people to panic..It truly was something that he loved. It was one of the things that caused the boy to feel anything anymore.. He had grown up with Komaeda after he took him in from the streets. They instantly bonded; they were two of a kind. Young, lacking in family, and lacking in motivation.There were just two differences, Komaeda had inherited everything he needed from his family, and Kamukura was also lacking a name. Komaeda suspected that due to all the trauma he had experienced, both physically and mentally, he had forgotten everything about himself…. Kamukura could never accept mooching off of Komaeda, however. It never felt like he earned that.. So when he told Komaeda he would support himself, Komaeda foolishly believed him. It never really surprised Komaeda that Kamukura would come home with his own food, he was a very talented boy, but it all fell apart when he came home..with too much. Not only did he have food for himself, he also had..Jewelry, something he obviously couldn’t have afforded with just a simple job. Komaeda made Kamukura confess to being a crook, but Komaeda felt sympathy for him after hearing that was the only thing he enjoyed anymore..and that’s when it started. That day forth, they promised to work together, committing some of the most heinous of crimes.

“Hurry, Nagito, the police will surely arrive any second now!” With the dying urgency in his voice, it was apparent that their crime was nearly over for the day. He ran out of the bank, not caring how many police cars might have been outside. There were none, of course, but he still had to move quickly. He slid his handgun out of it’s holster and went dashing down the streets as people began pulling out their phones, filming his mad-dash to safety. 

[cyclicalluck]

 I doubt that. Komaeda almost snorted, before really taking in what was being said.

It was at this point when Komaeda started questioning if this was a competition anymore. He could admit he was losing, but his questions from earlier only amplified. It had to be a contest right? Kamukura saw him as a valued ally, why anything beyond that? Komaeda was sure he was reading too much into things, but these doubts continued to plague him. No, it was definitely the contest. It had to be. Komaeda was prepared to end it. It’s better to end it sooner than later.

“Ahah, y’know, you’re a lot better at this than I expected you to be” He commented nonchalantly, chuckling to hide his embarrassment and pain.

Another world! ((Izuru. Have you noticed my hardcore bias yet?))

Criminals AU

Kamukura laughed with a wicked undertone in his voice as he tugged the bag over his shoulder. Bank Robbery…This was the third time this month that he had pulled off something like this. Causing people to panic..It truly was something that he loved. It was one of the things that caused the boy to feel anything anymore.. He had grown up with Komaeda after he took him in from the streets. They instantly bonded; they were two of a kind. Young, lacking in family, and lacking in motivation.There were just two differences, Komaeda had inherited everything he needed from his family, and Kamukura was also lacking a name. Komaeda suspected that due to all the trauma he had experienced, both physically and mentally, he had forgotten everything about himself…. Kamukura could never accept mooching off of Komaeda, however. It never felt like he earned that.. So when he told Komaeda he would support himself, Komaeda foolishly believed him. It never really surprised Komaeda that Kamukura would come home with his own food, he was a very talented boy, but it all fell apart when he came home..with too much. Not only did he have food for himself, he also had..Jewelry, something he obviously couldn’t have afforded with just a simple job. Komaeda made Kamukura confess to being a crook, but Komaeda felt sympathy for him after hearing that was the only thing he enjoyed anymore..and that’s when it started. That day forth, they promised to work together, committing some of the most heinous of crimes.

“Hurry, Nagito, the police will surely arrive any second now!” With the dying urgency in his voice, it was apparent that their crime was nearly over for the day. He ran out of the bank, not caring how many police cars might have been outside. There were none, of course, but he still had to move quickly. He slid his handgun out of it’s holster and went dashing down the streets as people began pulling out their phones, filming his mad-dash to safety. 

[cyclicalluck]

Perhaps Komaeda overestimated his comeback, because he’s right back where he was before, cheeks tinged pink and flat out of ideas. They must really be determined to win this huh…. Komaeda couldn’t fathom why else he’d keep pushing this far otherwise. No, that doesn’t matter. What matters is Komaeda find a comeback and fast before things spiral out of hand. (Aren’t they already spiraling out of hand?) Quick, Nagito think.

Komaeda laughed awkwardly “You don’t have to apologize that much. It’s not a big deal. I–” but he stopped. He caught himself before finishing that statement. Could he even say it out loud? Was it even safe to admit just how much Komaeda NEEDED Kamukura, even under the pretext of a competition? Still, he needed to do something if he wanted to catch up. He needed to win soundly before this got out of hand.

“Ahah, I’m sorry. I just… this isn’t like you, so...” he trailed off before steeling his resolve. “I need you too.” He spoke, staring more at the floor than anything else as his face heats up. Regret kicking in in 3....2...1... now. 

Another world! ((Izuru. Have you noticed my hardcore bias yet?))

Criminals AU

Kamukura laughed with a wicked undertone in his voice as he tugged the bag over his shoulder. Bank Robbery…This was the third time this month that he had pulled off something like this. Causing people to panic..It truly was something that he loved. It was one of the things that caused the boy to feel anything anymore.. He had grown up with Komaeda after he took him in from the streets. They instantly bonded; they were two of a kind. Young, lacking in family, and lacking in motivation.There were just two differences, Komaeda had inherited everything he needed from his family, and Kamukura was also lacking a name. Komaeda suspected that due to all the trauma he had experienced, both physically and mentally, he had forgotten everything about himself…. Kamukura could never accept mooching off of Komaeda, however. It never felt like he earned that.. So when he told Komaeda he would support himself, Komaeda foolishly believed him. It never really surprised Komaeda that Kamukura would come home with his own food, he was a very talented boy, but it all fell apart when he came home..with too much. Not only did he have food for himself, he also had..Jewelry, something he obviously couldn’t have afforded with just a simple job. Komaeda made Kamukura confess to being a crook, but Komaeda felt sympathy for him after hearing that was the only thing he enjoyed anymore..and that’s when it started. That day forth, they promised to work together, committing some of the most heinous of crimes.

“Hurry, Nagito, the police will surely arrive any second now!” With the dying urgency in his voice, it was apparent that their crime was nearly over for the day. He ran out of the bank, not caring how many police cars might have been outside. There were none, of course, but he still had to move quickly. He slid his handgun out of it’s holster and went dashing down the streets as people began pulling out their phones, filming his mad-dash to safety. 

[cyclicalluck]

C Y C L I C A L L U C K .

                                [   “The reason I'm alive                                           is because I always believe there's hope                                                                                      ...no matter what.”.  ]

► Independant Komaeda Nagito RP blog ► Multiverse and (selective) Multiship. ► No smut whatsoever ► Skype available for plotting etc ► Mun is friendly and bored

[cyclicalluck]

“Every fist is clenched                                                                                       But I’m so tired.”

                                        Kamukura Izuru rp sideblog

                                          Semi-selective, multi-ship

[cyclicalluck]

Lmao remember me? I’ve come back with a vengeance. Where I go? Hell. Actually the hospital and a whole lot of other places. And I lost my muse. BUT I’M BACK, if any of y’all actually want/remember me.

[cyclicalluck]

“With the way you insist on not freeing yourself, I’m beginning to think you may like trash like me” Komaeda laughed. How many different ways could Komaeda express his immense self loathing while teasing Kamukura? The world may never know. Still, he had to amuse himself somehow, especially since Kamukura won’t attempt to break free. Maybe if I bother him enough he’ll do something drastic. That’ll be fun.

ѻ ((Izzy. How many threads are we at?))

Kamkukura stared down at his wrist. It was chained to that of the other boy, Nagito Komaeda. How he got himself into this predicament, he will never know, but he did. And now the cuffs won’t come off. How god awful is that? … Not too awful. Komaeda was reasonably normal.. For Komaeda. 

“Do you have any ideas for what we should do? Or are we just going to spend the rest of our lives like this? Either way, I have no issue, but I can assure you after a while I will grow bored of you, too.” 

[cyclicalluck]

“Hmm... that is the question, isn’t it? I suppose I’m alright, albeit curious”

@cyclicalluck

“Just a bit of small talk will suffice at the moment. How do you do?”

[cyclicalluck]

Notice:

// Okay so! Things. First of all I made a verses page, so check it out if you want (for whatever reason).

Second of all I made my Undertale verse, which I’m extremely excited about because I fucking love it so much, so that’s now a thing. Now I can finally interact with all the cool undertale blogs whooo!

Last of all if y’all have any questions about anything on the verses page ask me about it. 

Nice. Okay carry on!

[cyclicalluck]

( Credit )

Wow, it’s been six months on this blog. Seriously, it feels like it was just yesterday that I was making this blog and scrambling for people to interact with; it’s really hard to believe that I made so many lovely roleplay partners despite how slow I am with my replies.

Thank you all for encouraging me to keep going on this blog and for just being overall supportive. I have lots of fun in this community and I hope I can continue more many months to come – even for when I get to a year!

Okay, so let’s get to this follow forever business!

Keep reading

[cyclicalluck]

Komaeda giggled, amused. The mechanic was definitely a fun person to watch. He wouldn’t call them friends or anything, but Komaeda was always a people watcher, and Souda was no exception to that. “Anything else I can do, Souda-kun?” He didn’t want to interfere, but he didn’t want to be completely useless either.

@cyclicalluck

Souda continued to work on the parts on his table, moving it to the the giant boxing ring. He pulled out a xbox controller, pushing a few buttons and the head sprung up.

“Perfect, now I gota just work on the other one then I can sleep!”

[cyclicalluck]

// Tempted to make a Undertale verse for Komaeda, in case any of you are interested.

[cyclicalluck]

Do it.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,

Dear person I like,

Dear ex boyfriend,

Dear ex girlfriend,

Dear ex bestfriend,

Dear bestfriend,

Dear *anyone*,

Dear Santa,

Dear mom,

Dear dad,

Dear future me,

Dear past me,

Dear person I’m jealous of,

Dear person I had a crush on,

Dear girlfriend,

Dear boyfriend,