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I’m really tired of being the person to stand up for stuff And then be the punching bag for everyone Like this will ultimately be what makes me quit I’m so sick of being beat up while everyone goes and  kisses up to whatever I was just trying to help. That’s been my entire life and I’m just really sick of it ajefbkwgtbe ugh

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Bird is Pure ™

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I wanna write deep emotional stuff today bc it helps me vent out these “ human emotions “ thing  So give me fodder to write drabbles of while I’m at work w no icons uh just send me “bawkbawkbawk” 2 my inbox if you want this 

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SKIPPY’S MASSIVE TO-DO I’ve been / am very busy with real life things However I finally have ( something ) free-time sorta So here’s a to-do list so I can start to plow through  the things that need to be done.           > Bird Replies           > Ame Starters           > Ame Persona           > Chie’s Blog ( format )           > Chie’s Blog ( icons [ may just reuse ] )           > Akihiko Blog Request           > Graphic Blog           > ^ Set up donations for that ( I need $$$ )           > Persona X RP Event

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SLAMS DOWN 5 TIMES THE LOVE

It began….…….with the clash of blades.She was quickly getting it, her grace, her gliding ability across the mats and nearly unparalleled victories against the other members. Home followed where her footsteps left trails of dust from the gym, and Bird happily trailed after. Her entire life was the sport and now the heart found its home within the family that fencing had gradually grown to at the academy. For the first time in her life, to walk into the gym, the vibrant lights shining through evening stained windows among the exuberant team, ready for their captain to lead to them the session.But it was never called to a start without her there.Something was different that day, the way she fought, the way her foil landed a touch. Youth a reprise - an echoing symphony of laughter singing from grinning lips as sweaty palms meet and lean a supporting grip to one another. If things could stay like this, if things could stay with her…And her heart beat ONCE.* * * “Tennis?”“Yeah! I’ve always wanted to try it!” “Well…”“Well what??”“That would mean you wouldn’t be on fencing…”“I wanna be the best at something!! And you’re taking up all the best stuff here!!” “That just means you have to keep learning!!” “You just want me all to yourself huh, Bird-chan?!”It’s a question that takes her aback more than expected, shaky smiles the paint to coat surprised lips. Light traces tough her hair as eyes settle just to the side of Rikka, eyeing the foil carefully placed next to her own…“We can spar for it! If you beat me, you have nothing to learn and go to tennis, if I win, I get to keep training you!”“I don’t really have a choice huh?”“Not at all!” - - -- and suddenly the light that shines through the windows loses it’s shimmering splendor, now but a mocking shadow of light that curses lidded pupils as hands tighten against the training mats. Apologies perhaps are sincere utterances from Rikka’s lips, but through the ringing screams of defeat in her ears and the pain of her back against the mat - a simple fumble, how could she be so stupid and trip up like this - lips can only manage to vociferate strident syllables that linger but a bitter taste upon wretched tongue, though the curses are inaudible through her self deprecating remorse. Even though the pain is unbearable, she cannot deny the crushing feeling within her chest as azure narrows sorrowful gazes at Rikka’s quick pace out of the gym.It’s painful how hard her heart beats.It beats TWICE, and she screams.* * * The rabbit insisted on seeing her friend and a face of such purity cannot be denied what it pleads so full heartedly for. Tiny hands tug vicariously on her sleep, and Bird can’t help but muster a grin in return as she stumbles after tiny, quick paced footsteps.But it all comes to a crashing halt when Usagi’s “friend” opens the door and greets them, and it as if the desert resides within sore vocal chords, throat constricting in raspy breathes as eyes sway in avoidance. Words fail to escape the suffocation of her own anxiety, though small fingers are a reassurance as they tightly grip her own shaking hand.“ R-Rikka-chan, you seem well. “ Eye contact has to be made in respect, after all, Rikka’s a leader now too. And the moment eyes settle to the other’s, pythons home themselves across her torso and constrict with a vengeance.thumpthumpthumpHer heart beats THRICE. * * * It’s always light with her around, and it always has been. Perhaps that’s why the family fell apart, why fencing became a solo journey for a warrior with gaping wounds through her desperately beating heart. Why the lights that shimmered with the evening’s setting sun no longer glimmering in wonderment but rather with a pestering glare to disrupt her lonesome practicing. It was why the echoes that rang from her ragged, overworked breathes danced off of the gym walls with a tormenting octave of loneliness to them, because that light had once again left, it always did didn’t it? But not tonight, not as the ballroom lights danced over head and as their hands clasped to one form, tugging and swaying with the rhythms that sang across the sea of students. These lights are nothing in comparison to the one grasped - just a bit too tightly - in her own hands, her beams a radiant force to brighten even the darkest shadows of desolating alienation within her conscious. She realizes she’s mirroring the smiles and reverberating the same giggles and laughs, genuine, alleviating melody of the dim weights bearing down on her for so long. Foreheads meet on accident, a rough mash of miscalculated steps, but it ends in noses touches and chortles elating further into the night.Maybe it’s the volume of the music’s bass, but she could swear her heart beats FOUR times.* * * “ No! You’re rusty, the posture is like THIS, not THAT!” “ Sorry, it’s just, tennis is like this- ““ What did I say about that word?! “ “ I’m still CAPTAIN Bird, it’s a big part of my l- “ “ AHA, you were open!! Defeated again !! “ Hands displace themselves from poise and elegance to settling her sabre down, fingers lightly resting upon her hips. “ Yeah? I’d like to see you try at tenn- ““ THE WORD !! “ It’s not an air of discomfort but rather lighthearted, whimsying banter as their competition melts away to jubilant chimes of laughter. Bodies settle next to each other in ragged exhaustion, though the brunette manages the energy to snag a bottle of water and offer it to the other before seating beside her, exhaustedly wresting her cheek upon the other’s shoulder. There’s a silence as breathes are counted and returned to them once again, energy nay returning but rather settling for the end of evening practice. “ The sun is setting. ““ It’s pretty, huh? How it reflects through the windows ? “Words forsake a twisted tongue that presents itself when she glances over matted bangs to answer, caught instead by the sight so  long gone, a nostalgic painting. The way the setting atmosphere flickers across the individual strands of pale hair and casts glimmers through her eyes, the scent of the gym’s heat once again gnawing away at the mats, and in the distance, a bird singing through the open window - just loud enough to bounce from wall to wall……covering the sound of momentary gasps…and then silence within the closed distance of the two captains.…she isn’t attentive enough to hear her heart beat FIVE times. 

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                    Fingers TWIDDLE a pencil back and forth between her hands,            rolling it around in frustration rather than applying focus to           the work that caused complaints to fall from GRIMACING lips.           But Kei’s presence is APPRECIATED - his agreement to assist           even more so - and she bats at the pen a bit more EAGERLY           now, vibrant eyes shimmering as he situates himself next           to her.                     “ Really?! Yes, okay!! Cake!! “ 

                     a sigh hung from his lips as he stared down at her. placing his hand                      on top of a chair he pulled it away from the table to allow himself to                      sit down; pulling out a pencil & a pad of lined paper. it seemed a little                       UNFAIR that he was the one stuck doing ‘homework’, regardless                      of already finishing his the night before – but at the same time he’d                      felt bad if he would have just walked away from someone in need.

                                         ❛ –fine, fine… but you owe me a slice of                                           strawberry creme cake from the shop. ❜

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Send “5 Times the Love” and I will write a drabble about the five times my muse fell in love with your muse

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            “ It’s a nickname, but I do not think people know that             it is not my real name. It started as a joke when I was             a tinier but then it has stuck.                          ...flying would make fighting easier, yes? “ 

        “That’s disappointing… I don’t think    so, no, but why do people call you Bird    if you can’t fly? That’s probably fraud –

          Do you wish you could fly, though?”

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                       The question appears to trigger some sensitive NERVE of the               utmost positivity within the girl, because her aloof expression               dissipates into one of WILLING openness to the other student.               Hands carefully fold themselves together, a SIGNIFICATION of                her suddenly attentive focus towards this holy grail of a               question.                             “ Of course !! Are you interested? “ 

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✨ ||     “ Merlo-senpai, are you accepting any more members for the fencing club right now?  “

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                Confusion litters eyes that peer over a small loaf of bread, eyeing           the male across the cafeteria table from her. She didn’t RECALL           inviting him to lunch, but part of her had to ADMIT that it was a           satisfactory feeling to see the seat across from her filled rather            than VOID of a presence, as per how it usually ended up. Lips           purse as she chews thoughtfully, before SWALLOWING the idea            along with the mouthful of baked good. Hands NEATLY place the           half eaten loaf back down, dusting off the crumbs to tile below.                     “ I even if I want to provide to you people, fencing                     club is the same situation . However, that is just                     between us. “

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              “ Five people. I need at least five members to keep cooking club alive. And none of my friends want to help. ”

              Great amigos they turned out to be. Never actually would want to do something for him. Fine. Whatever. Who needs pals anyways.

              “ Can you believe this shit? I’m friggin screwed.”

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                       Much self control is a necessity to keep over joyous composure             from seeping out over her PRECARIOUSLY managed authoritative              appearance. While fingers tap excitedly at her sides and heels         ��   appear to bounce LIGHTLY within sneakers, she offers a portioned             smile and gentle nod of approval. Even the MINISCULE victories              were ones to feel decent over, and this was a victory TO COME,              after all, he was leaving himself wide open to influences now and             it was only a matter of TIME before she swiveled her blade in and              struck him out of the game -                                        - .... or rather, into it?                     She quickly raises hands to press palms together in agreement              with his COMPLIANCE.                         “ Yes, thank you student!! Our first meeting is in the evening                          tomorrow, just in the gym, not a long walk from dorms!!”                   There’s a pause however when she turns away, almost              satisfied but....a glance over her shoulder signifies not              QUITE yet.                                                              “ What is your name? “ 

                      perhaps how he’d placed his words was ‘rude’ –                       not that he ever intended them to be known as such.                       even so, she was INSISTING to no end; a pencil                       placed between his fingers. he just wanted some time                       to himself, without nosy noses poking into places                       where they didn’t belong. 

                      hearing her try once more, the fool could only sigh                       – quiet, but filled with a hint of annoyance. 

                      ❛ –…i won’t join your club… but- i’ll at least go see                       what it’s about… where & what time? ❜

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An look of quiet disinterest remained on her cold and stoic features, a hand reaching up from her side to tuck away a stray strand of hair. The smaller’s girl’s words flew right over her head, barely listening to the senseless prattle about her joining some kind of fencing club. “I told you,” she speaks out as she reaches out, taking the paper from the girl’s hands. Giving it a brief glance, a sigh escaped her before she proceeded to crumple it in her hands.

“I’m not interested. I am already in a club, anyway.” And, as if to prove a point, she indicated to the band around her arm, which marked her as a member of the Disciplinary Committee.

Staring down at the crumpled ball of paper, she extended a hand before she dropped the leaflet within her grasp once more. “I’ll be taking my leave now,” she declared before shouldering past the smaller figure with a cold dismissal. 

             There is but a frigid atmosphere about this student, and typically           upon being faced with such a crudely disrespectful TENSION . But           eyes remain FIXATED on the icier woman with a curious sensation           in regards to her actions. Upon COLLISION with her shoulder, the            smaller girl rocks to the side but with a TRAINED foot of grace            manages to catch her weight on a UNIFORMED heel, and swings            back to her center of gravity.                  It’s than her aloof expression is replaced with firmly pursed lips           and eyebrows that furrow in RESOLVING intentions, directing            fingers to SHOOT out and snag the other girl’s wrist, not once            backing down the sudden fire of WILLPOWER tracing her mind.                      “ That is fine, but don’t treat other students like this. “ 

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Hesitation delicately lines the air between the girl’s pondering mutters, but patience resides upon Bird’s conscious as azure TARGETS down on the smaller girl ( a rare sight to behold ).  But as captain of a RENOWNED ( rather, lacking ) family and  self-proclaimed as one of the LEADERS of the school, she  EXUBERANTLY  places fingers to her hips and gives a firm nod. “ You need to help for find your dorm? “ 

       Student….the word the Chariot spoke was what everyone here          was, right? Bright ruby red eyed dazzled as they gazed up at her,          eyes locked with her authority. “Student…” she mumbled again once          more in thought before a smile crept onto her face && the Star took           on a more of a serious stance, puffing up her chest as well.                            “YES….!! I am a student!”

         Wait…a first year– what exactly was that? Her expression fell          as she studied the face of the familar third year before her. Had          The Chariot not recognized her? Ahem, none the less !!                         “I.. thiksies I’m a first year…?”

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           Audible tone that echoes from her EAGER throat of course seems           to travel THROUGH the walls with the glancing mention of fencing,            namely for the fact that eagerness OVERTAKES sensibility often.            The activity was her OXYGEN, and hands happily twist together upon           this recollection; the scent of metal polish, the suffocating WARMTH           of fencing whites after a tournament, the adrenaline RUSH with the           echoing clash of a sabre’s first STRIKE...                     “...it’s my whole life, all memories are fencing.” 

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“Jeez you’re so loud and boisterous. Do you mind me asking where this extreme passion for fencing sprouted from? There has to be a reason I can hear you talking about it through the classroom walls. And don’t lie to me, because I know it’s you.”

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           Moving to a new country is an experience to OVERWHELM senses           and dictate a distinct lack of intelligible speech when attempting to           communicate. LIKELY these reasons are the puppeteering actions           behind confused nods and eyebrows slowly furrowing as his jumbled           words enter her eardrums. Something about writing on the form and            a brief mention of the beginning of the year - and from then on, the           rest of his words are utter DUST as her mind trails back to the event.            Someone indeed had trashed her equipment and merely the mental           image of walking into the stuffy gym, only to find all the equipment           she had just then polished strewn about and MANGLED causes tight           fists to form at her sides.           By the time the mental image dissipates, Kamui has finished speak-           ing and behind the rims of glasses eyes appear to stare expectantly.           All of a sudden her tongue is jello and flaps about USELESSLY as she            grasps desperately for words, only to quickly clear her throat to           cover up the fact that she BOTH wasn’t listening but also could hardly           understand.           “ It sounds like a lot of work , and I will not be able to read all the words “ 

           ▓█ ♍ || “I’m not trying to be difficult, Bird-san.”                 Things were just easier this way. Sure it seemed complicated, and maybe she didnt have the time to wait for the process, but that was why one had to have these things taken care of in advanced. “Things will progress much smoother if we’re able to have everything written down and accurate the first time.” He experienced what things were like his first year at the school. The first student council president was often known for ordering too much or the incorrect equipment all together. It was only thanks to the vice president anyone got what they actually needed. So when he was vice president the next year, he suggested actually using and updating forms to have things run much smoother. Sure it was more business like than school oriented, but in the end everyone had gotten what was actually needed.                 “If you take a look at the form I gave you, some parts are already filled out. I took the liberty of drafting a reusable form for the fencing team after the fiasco in the beginning of the year.” An unsavory event where they had to skip paperwork all together because someone trashed equipment a week before a preliminary tournament, which had the captain in his ‘office’ demanding that he had to express ship new equipment immediately. Things worked out in the end, of course, but they had overspent on shipping to get everything arrived in time. Kamui did not like going over budget.

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personax-rp:

Track 01 - Opening Track 02 - Yoi Seikatsu Academy  ( school theme ) Track 03 - Into the City ( city theme ) Track 04 - You Need To Make Friends ( social link theme )  Track 05 - Our Own Personal Hell ( general labyrinth theme ) Track 06 - Fight Back ( general battle theme ) Track 07 - Kenji Boss Battle Track 08 - Bonds ( sl monologue theme ) Track 09 - Bird Boss Battle Track 10 - A Different Kind of Bond ( lovers route theme ) Track 11 - Hayato Boss Battle Track 12 - Usagi Boss Battle Track 13 - Emi Boss Battle  Track 14 - Kamui Boss Battle ( saving kamui ) Track 15 - His Devious Smile  ( turning point theme ) Track 16 - Betrayal ( kamui boss battle 2 ) Track 17 - Bonds, What A Joke  ( the “ everything is shit now “ theme ) Track 18 - Chapter End ( closing theme )

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